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iaeriy · 9 months

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midnight (gavi x reader)

warnings- spanish speaking, smut & cussing

a/n- sorry for not posting! ive been distracted & depressed lately but, i had thought of this since i had seen gavi in a hoodie. but i’ll be posting a pedri fanfic maybe later on today or tomorrow, but enjoy! :”)

“hermosaa..” gavi whispered into your ear as his warm body pressed against yours, you grunted shuffling a bit on the bed. his eyes were barely opened as his movements caused you to move around as well. you kept quiet thinking he’d fall asleep, he rubbed his eyes as he looked at you at your body.

the blanket was covering your legs, your nipples almsot exposed due to the cold air filling the room, your messy hair, his shirt lifted to your stomach.

the boy gulped swallowing nervously as you felt a hand trace your stomach, you whined as you felt his cold touch against your stomach, “déjame dormir..” (let me sleep..) you said whispering as you turned around, your back now facing the poor boy.

he held your waist as he pushed you gently against his chest, as you felt his boner poke your asscheek, “go back to sleep..” you said as he started to grind himself against your pussy while nibbling on your neck, “please.. i want you..” he whispered into your ear rubbing your ass.

“it’s 2am.. i’m sleepy..” you said whimpering as you knew he was excited and he wouldn’t stop unless you gave him what he wanted, the bump was slowly growing as he kept up with his movements, “por favor.. te haré sentir bien..” he whispered as you felt goosebumps forming around your skin, he began to rub onto your nipples, pinching them and groping your tits as you moaned. “fine.. okay.” you said whispering as you gave in, you sat up as you straddled his straddled his waist, pushing your ass against his clothed boner.

he looked at your chest as you lifted his chin, “what is that little dumb brain thinking right now.. hmm?” you said as you started to trace your fingers to the hem of your shirt before pulling it over your head and tossing it to the side, you looked down at his eyes as they were widened. you pressed your lips against his as he smiled syncing his lips against yours.

he held onto your ass as you continued to kiss him, his hands roaming around your torso to your chest as he groped onto your tit, you mewled into his mouth as you began to grind your hips against his crotch, feeling yourself get soaked underneath. he pushed himself up as you felt his crotch hit your clit, you moaned in between the kiss.

gavi sat up as he started to trace kisses down your jaw, biting and sucking on your skin as you let out cries of pleasure, you slid your hands under his hoodie as you placed your hands on the hem of his hoodie, lifting it over his head as he held your back before making his way to kissing you, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he bit down on your lip as you whimpered into his mouth before you slid your tongue into his mouth.

the two of you proceeded to kiss as he moved you down, placing you underneath while he towered over you, you slid your hands inside his black sweats palming and poking on his boner, he groaned in between the kiss as he moved his lips down to your neck, sucking and licking on it as he left his love marks. you breath started to hitch and started to become heavy as he found your sensitive spot, you ran your fingers down his back before moving your other hand off his boxers before he pulled away, chuckling at your breathing and the marks he left on you. “joder.. eres tan jodidamente hermosa bajo mis marcas..” (fuck.. you look so fucking gorgeous under my marks..) he said as he smacked your breast, you whined out loud feeling the stinging on your boob as it left a mark before he kissed your cheek before pulling off your panties down, “dios mío.. todo mojada para mí y ni siquiera te he tocado..” (my god.. all wet for me & i haven’t even touched you..) he said chuckling as you blushed feeling embarrassed until you felt him rub your folds, spreading your wetness around.

you arched your back as he continued to rub your clit in a pace that had you moaning underneath his touch, you pulled his sweats and boxers down as you watched his cock spring out, you began to stroke him slowly as his finger slipped inside of you. both moans escaping from your lips as the two of you looked at each other, holding eye contact as he added his finger middle finger inside your throbbing cunt. “fuck you’re so gorgeous..” he said as he leaned in kissing you, the two of you kissed while pleasureable moans & groans escaped from the two of you.

the two of you were fully naked as he towered ontop of you again, “i’ll be gentle.. okay?” you nodded your head hoping he actually meant it, usually he loses control and the two of you have sex like crazy due to how he’s obsessed with you. he held your thighs wrapping your legs around his waist before leaning in closer as he pushed himself inside of you. you arched your back feeling butterflies on your stomach as he began to thrust slowly into you. “te sientes tan bien a mi alrededor..” (you feel so good around me..) he said whispering against your ear as he groaned feeling you tighten around him.

you moaned at his thrusts, as each movement drove you crazy. he looked down at you as you looked at him, his pink cheeks even the small sweat on his forehead. you cupped his cheeks as you kissed him, muffling your moans when he started to thrust quickly into you. “mmmh.. you’re so..good at.. th-this bebé..” you said in between the kiss as he smirked before he found a spot you never knew about until now. you moaned loudly scratching his back as he groaned into your mouth, he was thrusting into you quickly hitting that same spot over and over again, your vision started to form black spots around.

both of you pulled away from each others lips, breathlessly from the kiss as he continued to pump himself in and out of you, you were enjoying every inch of his dick taking you in and out as you kept moaning uncontrollably as he held onto your hips thrusting harder, which made you gasp and making gavi stop, “que pasó?” (what’s wrong?) he said looking at you as you whined, “m-muévete de nuevo.. se siente muy bien..” (move again.. it feels so good..) you said as he thrusted harder again, you moaned loudly as he found your g-spot hitting it over & over again, gavi groaned loudly as he hasn’t felt this since. you never liked him going a little rough on you but this time, it didn’t matter.

he continued to thrust up into you as he held onto your breasts, you felt your climax coming as he leaned closer resting his forehead ontop of urs before he pushed himself deeper into you, you moaned louder as you arched your back before he kissed you again muffling your moans for the second time. he lifted your legs resting them on top of his shoulders before thrusting quicker than he was against you.

“i’m.. c-close..” you said between your moans as he looked at you nodding his head before starting to toy with your clit, you cried out in pleasure as you spasm all over his dick triggering him to cum inside of you. you looked at him breathing heavily as he collapsed on you, “that was.. worth.. the night..” he said panting as you giggled between your breathing playing with his hair as the room was filled with heatness and heavy breathing.

after the two of you calmed down, you were wrapped under gavis arm. “thank you for tonight hermosa..” he said kissing your forehead as you smiled before he wrapped the both of you in the blanket as the two of you fell asleep.

#pablo gavi x y/n #pablo gavi x you #pablo gavi x reader #pablo gavi imagine #pablo gavi smut #gavi smut #pablo gavi one shot #gavi imagine #gavi x you #gavi x yn #football one shots #football x reader #football imagine #football smut #gavi one shot #gavi imagines

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do-it-for-the-fandom · 1 year

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Post-series • AU • Kate and Rick have a 5-month-old son. (named Teddy because my brain literally cannot think of anything else. Real name, nickname, I don't care).

Daddy’s Jealous

When those first, sleepy cries echoed through the baby monitor as the sun rose, she groaned and gently nudged his shin with the heel of her foot.

She expected his usual mumbled “S’your turn” - especially so considering he had volunteered himself for the 2am bottle - but he pressed a kiss to her shoulder before slipping from the sheets and plodding upstairs.

After several quiet minutes, soft grunts and coos filled the sleepy silence of the loft. She pried her eyes open, one at a time, and looked toward the door where her boys stood in the soft glow of morning sun, smiling brightly at her.

“Good morning, Mommy,” Castle whispered as he waved their son’s hand in the air.

“Morning,” she sung back as she shuffled upright in bed, leaning back against the headboard.

“I wasn’t going to wake you but I figured, seeing as his last feed was bottle…”

“Yeah, I’ve got it.” She unbuttoned her pyjama top before slipping it out of her way and reaching out for Teddy.

"Ah, I remember the days when I had to actually put a considerable amount of effort into seeing your boobs," Castle reminisced as he passed his son off to his wife.

She laughed heartily. "Now they're just out... all the time."

"Hey, I'm not complaining," he assured her with a beaming smile. "Have you got everything you need?"

"Yeah, I'm good." She looked up at him, smiling, once Teddy was latched and settled. "Thank you."

He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "I'll be right back."

***

He came back into the room fifteen minutes later with a tray of breakfast: coffee, a slice of toast and an assortment of fresh fruit cut up into easy bite-sized pieces for her.

Her eyes widened and her mouth opened slightly as she watched him place the tray on the bedside table.

"For me?" she asked, still awed by all these little things that he does for her.

"It certainly is," he said with a smile, tilting his head as he took in the relaxed state of his wife and son. "Is he all done?"

"Yeah, think so." She looked down at their beautiful boy's face and bright blue eyes looked back at her. "He's just kinda nuzzling now."

"Good job," he praised Teddy, taking him from Kate's arms. "You eat your breakfast, we'll go get dressed."

He turned and began to walk away, cooing and talking to their son. "We're going to try on a new outfit today. I think Mommy is going to love it."

***

When Castle returned, he held Teddy's back to his chest so that the boy had a perfect view of his surroundings. As soon as his eyes landed on Kate, he grinned a wide, gummy grin and jerked his arms and legs around excitedly.

"Hey, Baby," she greeted him enthusiastically. "Look at you!"

She laughed, taking in the new outfit: a fluffy white bath robe with matching white slippers.

"That might be the cutest thing I have ever seen," she mooned.

"Might be?" Castle gasped theatrically, cupping his palm over Teddy's ear. "Don't you listen to her!"

"As adorable as this is, don't you think it's a little warm for him to be so wrapped up?"

"You're totally right," he agreed - too easily in her opinion - as he laid Teddy down on the bed in front of Kate. "You should unwrap him."

She raised her brow at him, knowing him well enough to know that he was definitely up to something.

Slowly, she reached out for the neatly tied bow of the teeny tiny robe and pulled on it. Teddy kicked and squealed excitedly.

"Is there a surprise under here?" she asked, as she gently poked at the boy's chubby thighs. "Hey? Have you got a surprise for Mommy?"

Teddy squealed again, flapping his arms around. Kate opened the robe to reveal a onesie she didn't recognise. After quickly reading the words printed on it, she shook her head and rolled her eyes, but couldn't stifle her grin.

My Daddy is jealous... I had BOOBS for breakfast.

Kate leant down and placed an exaggerated kiss on Teddy's cheek, pulling back with a loud pop of her lips that had the infant giggling hysterically.

"Your daddy is so silly," she cooed.

#story request #picture prompt #caskett #my fanfic #Kate Beckett #Richard Castle #my drabbles

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hollowisthyname · 2 years

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Tell me about your aro slut ocs

HEHEHEHEHE OK SO IM TRYING TO GIVE THEM A LOT OF DIFFERENT SEXUALITIES AND STUFF SO I ONLY HAVE ONE RN BUT ILL TELL U ABT THEM !!!!!!! :D

(rant under the cut , cw for some sexual themes but nothing explicit)

ok so !!!! this is onyx hart , amd they're alloaro , pansexual , and polyamorous !! it uses they/it pronouns and neos that i haven't decided on yet , theyre one of my favorites i think abt them a lot hehe

this is my most recent picrew of em , kinda a redesign but the only thing i really changed was the hair fghjhgfd the rest of its design is p much the same

onyx is a ghost , a performer , and yes 100% a slut >:] they struggle with getting close to people and forming connections but it's trying its best , and they've got a group of friends helping :D

theyre a v good actor and they know a lot of performance stuff (acrobatics , magic tricks , etc) , and performing is basically their entire life (escapism who?) it knows how to give people exactly what they want , so it has no trouble w being a slut but because of that they kinda have trouble letting down the facade it puts on around people bc its not used to being seen for who it really is and theyre just a teensy bit scared that ppl won't like them if they're not trying to make them happy all the time (people pleaser who ?)

(brief interlude just to clarify that it's not aromantic "because" of this , they'd be aro either way , and its aromanticism is actually a contributing factor to this fear or being known and feeling of isolation bc for a long long time they didnt have the words for their experience and it's internalized the feeling of its attraction being wrong and bad so all that just adds to the already prevalent attachment issues)

they feel very intense attraction to people sometimes , which isnt romantic it's just A Lot (probably closer to obsession than romantic attraction , and on the off chance that anyone wants to attack me for this i am truly just taking my own experience w attraction and slapping it on this poor character so please don't) , and all of that is p confusing and hard to figure out and deal with sometimes but they're learning to be honest w the object(s) of their affections so everyone can set boundaries and be comfortable ! healthy relationships :D

i think i will be done now bc im sleepy and u probably don't want me to go down the rabbit hole of explaining all their lore bc that will take many days and probably fill a couple novels (/ex) but i love talking abt this dude so if u ever want to hear more just say the word !! i am hoping desperately that this post is coherent bc im writing this at 2am and my brain is not quite running at full capacity FGHJHGF

tl;dr - onyx is a polyam alloaro w a complicated relationship to ...... relationships , but they're working stuff out and getting better at dealing with the difficulties they face !!

#oc infodumps #watch how hard i can project onto this one /lh

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heartbeetz · 3 years

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Best thing about having several different "eras" for the bill/rozzie ship is that I can just be like "yeah sometimes they're boyfriends and other times they're husbands" and I don't really have to explain it any more than that

#I get weird about how I refer to / think about him sometimes so this is a good way to work with that #most importantly I don't have to feel obligated to do an announcement about it bc that would make me uncomfy #they are married though sometimes #what percentage of the time? who knows #it's 2am my brain is not equipped for any math or ''ship lore'' rn #but you get it #I can have a second fictional husband if I want. we are no longer just limited to carlos (although he's still the home base)#usually I'd consider this post Too Cringe and would put it in ciphertext...#but I'm taking advantage of my sleepy brain and posting it normally while I'm not awake enough to be all weird about it #will I feel differently in the morning? probably. but we'll cross that bridge when we get to it #at least I'm more aware of sleepy brain now ajfjdmdh #roz posts #♡: 🎸🤘⚡️#romantic tag #s: kinda wyld

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dreamingofaizawa · 3 years

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Obedient (Rewritten)

Soft! Yandere! Erasermic x Chubby! Fem! Reader

***18+ Fic***

You must be 18 years old or older to participate in this reading. If you are not, please remove yourself from the line and find another piece. Thank you.

Warnings: Yandere, stalking, implied drugging, kidnapping, reader is way too fucking calm with the situation, Stockholm Syndrome, BDSM themes, a collar, body worship, the word Daddy once, smut, double penetration (diff. holes), anal, unprotected sex, overstimulation, aftercare.

Word Count: 6.6 k

Author's Note: Alright. I've been wanting to rewrite this for a while now. Obedient was the very first fic I'd ever written and posted back in September, and my writing has changed A LOT since then. Reading the original, I realized there's a lot that I can change and tweak, and a lot that wasn't very clearly or well written (in my opinion). So, here it is!

You can find the original here.

Enjoy~

“Happy birthday to me.” The words tumble loosely from your lips on a heaved breath, your fingers curled lazily around a cold glass of whiskey.

It isn’t a rare occurrence to see you perched atop a stool at the edge of the bar, nursing your third glass at 2am on a Friday night. Or rather Saturday morning. It’s one of the only places you can find solace, away from nosy coworkers and nosier acquaintances. The loneliness is soberingly blissful. You never cared much for social interaction.

At this point the bar is emptying, only a handful of bodies sticking around in the early hours. In the reflections of the rows of glass liquor bottles you see them again. Two lanky figures sitting in the corner booth at the back of the establishment. Any normal person would see them and think nothing. But you know better. When you first walked into the bar six months ago they were in that exact spot, and every time afterward they’d be there when you walked in and stayed after you left.

You, being observant as you are, always watched everything from your spot at the bar, the slightly warped images in the glass serving as your eyes for the night. It didn’t take long for you to figure the two were watching you every time you stepped inside. The blonde one always sat with his back to you, and his head would occasionally turn in the reflection. You’d alternate seats to make sure you weren’t imagining things, but it only confirmed what you’d suspected.

Not that you cared enough to do anything about it.

As long as they keep their distance you’re perfectly content letting them look. And they did keep their distance. They’d never even come within 5 feet of you, seemingly happy with just lingering glances. Of course, tonight would be a different story.

You watch as their glassy reflections stand up, the distance between you and them shrinking with each of their long strides. You let your eyes fall to the amber liquid in your hands, praying they’d only pass you by on their way out. Two sets of footsteps approached, two bodies popped up on either side of you, and a deep, silky smooth voice sounded on your right.

“Mind if we take a seat?” A glance to your right revealed a rugged, yet handsome man peering down at you with his deep, tired onyx eyes. Long raven hair spilled over his shoulders, framing his chiseled jaw peppered with barely tamed scruff and a scar curved along his cheekbone. You turn to look at his friend, long blonde hair pulled up into a high bun and hypnotic green eyes focused on you behind orange tinted sunglasses despite being indoors past midnight. He is handsome as well, a small mustache on his smiling lips, high cheekbones and a sharp jawline drawing you in.

You couldn’t help but feel they look familiar, somehow. You’d seen their faces before, somewhere, but you pushed that to the back of your mind for now.

It wouldn’t hurt to let them sit with you, right? They seem friendly enough, and it’s better to entertain them in case things go south should you reject their request. With a small, tired smile, you nod.

“Sure thing, fellas.” They both plop down on either side of you and the blonde immediately gets talking.

“So what’s the occasion, little listener?” Two thoughts came to mind. One, how did he know there was any occasion, two, what kind of pet name is ‘little listener’? Your confusion must have shown on your face, because the raven haired man spoke up.

“You’re pretty dolled up for a night at the bar, kitten.” Ah. So they had been watching you. You aren’t wearing anything that would normally be considered ‘dolled up’. Your tan sweater and black skirt are relatively plain, and the platform boots you’re wearing accompanied by your thigh-high socks are something you’re experimenting with.

But usually you entered the bar with a white button-up and black slacks from your job as a waitress. Today you had time to go home and pamper yourself a bit before heading to your usual drinking spot. Evidently, they noticed. You bring your glass up to your lips and gulp down the remaining liquid before entertaining the question.

“Nothing special. Call it a birthday party.” And hey, you mean it when you say it isn’t special. Your birthday only marks yet another routine year on this earth. The blonde nudges your shoulder with his own.

“I’d say that’s pretty special, sunshine!” The alcohol must be affecting you, because you chuckle a bit at his enthusiasm.

“Just another year gone by, you know?” You’re never this talkative sober. The man on your right rapped his knuckles on the bartop, the barkeep making his way over with a tired smile.

“One more glass for this pretty kitty here.” The name had your eyebrows raising.

“This one’s on me.” As the fresh glass was sat on the bartop you scoffed quietly.

“Kitty?” A deep hum came from the man.

“Well how would you describe yourself, kitten?” Somewhere in your muddled brain you warned yourself not to be self-deprecating on your 25th birthday. You didn’t listen.

“Definitely not feline. I’m short and chunky and the only thing cat-like about me is my posture and eyeliner,” you stated, matter-of-factly. As a waitress at an esteemed high-end restaurant, you had to learn to be quick on your feet, agile, and most importantly, poised. A hum comes from the blonde, a muttered ‘pretty and humble’ floating on his breath. You force a chuckle at the statement.

“Pretty is also a word I wouldn’t use to describe myself.” A short silence falls between the three of you, and you take the time to study their faces. Where had you seen them before? You’re certain if you’d met them before you’d remember them, you don’t tend to forget attractive people.

They’re oddly patient as they watch the cogs in your brain turn, your eyes taking in every detail of every feature. Your breath caught and your eyes went wide when you’d finally placed their faces.

“Present Mic and Eraserhead. You’re pro heroes.” The words are quiet, nearly imperceptible as you breathe them, but they’re close enough to hear. Present Mic beams at the recognition.

“In the flesh, sunshine. But we’d prefer you use our names.” Eraserhead leans away and sticks a hand out for a handshake.

“Shouta Aizawa.” You shake his hand and turn to the blonde, who similarly has his hand held out.

“Hizashi Yamada.” You introduce yourself, a bit shaky and only slightly starstruck. What in the world are two pro heroes doing talking to you? As you regain your composure you excuse yourself to the restroom. You weren’t prepared to talk to heroes tonight. A glance in the mirror has you sobering yourself, rationalizing their strange behavior. These two are pro heroes. They were clearly only worried about your safety, a woman all alone in a bar till the earliest hours of the morning. ‘That’s why they were watching me’, you muse. You quickly fix yourself, then step back out to the two heroes.

The three of you pass another hour of time before you decide it’s time for you to head home. They offer to give you a lift, but you politely decline. You can't intrude on them any more than you already had. Hizashi insists otherwise.

“Please Sunshine? If something were to happen to you we’d never forgive ourselves!” It made sense to you. They’re pro heroes after all, it’s in their nature to worry. So you oblige to ease their anxieties.

Since Shouta hadn’t touched any alcohol, he’s driving, and you punch your address into the GPS system of their very expensive looking car. As you sit back, Hizashi holds a bottle over his head.

“Water?” You thank him and drain the bottle, realizing you’re a bit more dehydrated than you initially thought. In your semi-drunk haze you fail to notice that the bottle had already been opened, and you miss Shouta’s eyes watching you down the beverage through the rearview mirror.

It’s only five minutes later you feel drowsy, your head lolling to the side and eyelids drooping. You don’t quite register the question Hizashi asks you, and when you don’t answer he turns around to look at you.

“You seem tired, Sunshine. Take a nap, we’ll wake you up when we get there.” Your exhaustion takes hold over any rational thoughts, and with a sleepy nod, you stretch out over the backseat and let your mind slip into unconsciousness, blissfully unaware you’ll never see your apartment again.

The first thing you notice as you wake up is how stiff and sore your muscles are. It takes you a moment to realize you aren’t in your clothes from last night, nor are you in your own bed. Your eyes snap open and you sit up, taking in the unfamiliar room. With a curse under your breath you scour your memory for anything, checking if you’d gone home with anyone or gotten yourself in a tight situation. The last thing you remember is being driven home by the two pros, then passing out in their backseat.

Questions began forming in your mind. ‘Where am I? How did I get here? Where had the two heroes gone?’ In an attempt to think clearer, you try crossing your legs, but your ankle is stopped short by something heavy. Throwing off the blanket, a thick metal cuff glinted in the light of the room, an equally thick chain leading somewhere over the side of the bed.

When your breathing begins to quicken, you settle your mind, refusing to panic. Willing yourself to relax, you begin to think about how you can get out of this situation. ‘Today should be Saturday. Assuming this room is part of a house, someone would most likely still be here’. With a small breath, you speak, hopefully loud enough for someone to hear you.

“H-hello? Is someone there?” It only takes a few seconds for footsteps to reach your ears, and the door opens to the last person you’re expecting to see. A ruggedly handsome Shouta Aizawa stands in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe with a small smirk on his lips.

“Good morning, Kitty.” As endearing as the pet name is, the only emotion you feel right now is confusion. Your mind is drifting to all the fanfiction you’d read online, piecing together the events of last night like a puzzle. ‘The bottle of water was already open’. In your defense, they’re pro heroes, it’s only natural for you-- or anyone, really-- to let your guard down. A large hand on your shoulder jolts you back to reality, your eyes wide as you stare up at Shouta like a deer in headlights.

“You okay Kitten?” All you can manage as you settle your thoughts is to blink up at the man, swallowing down the lump in your throat before letting out a shaky breath.

“Let me guess. I’m home now, aren’t I?” The man stares back down at you with subtly raised eyebrows before chuckling softly.

“That’s not the reaction I was expecting, but I can’t say I’m mad about it. You’re a smart little kitty, aren’t you.” He leaves you to your thoughts and your mind begins reeling once again. You understand this is wrong, that you shouldn’t be so willing, so obedient. You also know how boring your life has been up until now. How mundane and lonely you’d been for as long as you can remember.

You’d cut ties with your family long ago, and ‘friend’ is a very loose term. Most of the people you called friends are acquaintances at best, your antisociality and trust issues meant ‘making friends’ is not on your life agenda. Somehow you knew, deep down, you wanted something like this to happen. You longed to give up control, to let someone else string you along and take the reins and let you relax, not have to worry about anything anymore. That side of you tended to make itself known through your explorative late teen years.

You’d had romantic partners before, though once anything intimate came up they all refused to associate with you anymore. They couldn’t understand your want to give up control, your need to submit. They refused to collar you ‘like an animal’. None of your partners ever understood the weight behind such a garment. This may be your chance at the relationship you’d always craved, regardless of its twisted nature.

Then there’s the logical side, the chances of you actually escaping. As a quirkless human in the presence of two trained pro heroes (assuming Hizashi is also in on this), the likelihood of you making it out is slim to nonexistent. If you somehow manage to get out, the two could easily track you down and just as easily drag you back. So, as wrong as it seems, you don’t fight it.

Shouta returns with a tray of breakfast, setting it down on your lap after you’d adjusted yourself to lean against the headboard. As he pulls back you mumble a ‘thank you’ and begin to eat, acknowledging the pang of hunger in your belly. As weird as it seems to say ‘thank you’ to your captor, you find it could be helpful even if only a little. Being polite is automatic, but it’s also a great way to make sure you don’t end up injured, or worse, dead somewhere, so for once in a long time your manners are intended. You’d gotten halfway through your meal when Shouta speaks up.

“You’re taking this really well.” He almost seems skeptical. You peer up at him as you finish the food in your mouth.

“There isn’t much use panicking. I’d only end up hurting myself. Besides, it’s not like I can get out.” You motion to the cuff around your ankle and he gives a small chuckle.

“You’re not wrong, kitten.” He leaves to let you finish breakfast, returning ten minutes later and taking your empty tray. He comes back right after, a pair of handcuffs and a blindfold in hand.

“I’m sure you need to use the bathroom.” You give a small nod, acknowledging the pressure in your bladder for the first time since you woke up. Gently, he takes your wrists and locks the cuffs around them, then holds up the blindfold before going to tie it around your head.

“These are just a precaution.” Soon you feel the cuff on your ankle fall away, and Shouta’s strong arms loop under your knees and back as he lifts you off the bed.You’re both surprised and not that he can lift you with relative ease. He is a pro hero after all. It takes less than 30 seconds for him to stop and gently place you down, taking the blindfold and cuffs off.

“I’ll be waiting just outside the door. Once you’re done, knock and I’ll take you back to bed.” You nod and he leaves, locking the door once he’s outside. Of course it locks from the outside. You take a moment to just think about your current predicament. Currently you’re locked in the house of a pro hero, being kept against your will (sort of). Your life had just taken an unexpected turn.

You knock on the door like Shouta said, and it isn’t long before you’re back on the bed with the cuff around your ankle. As he turns to leave you stop him, and he turns back to you with a quirked eyebrow.

“Can I...draw?” You didn’t know if he’d actually let you have anything, but it was worth a shot. If you were to be cooped up here you need to keep yourself occupied. With a low hum, he leaves the room and comes back with a sketch pad, pencil, and eraser.

Days come and go with either of the pros serving you three meals a day. They begin questioning your obedience, especially Hizashi. He questioned your lack of panic and how you never seemed to try to escape. Even he knows this isn’t normal. Shouta seems less skeptical, like he’d expected less of a fight than any normal, sane person would give. When Hizashi asked questions you answered truthfully. Lying is of no use to you.

“Really, I don’t mind it here. So far my life has been pretty shitty and boring, so this turn of events is mildly appreciated. Besides, you treat me relatively well, considering I’m being held captive, so I can’t say I’m upset.” You’d guessed from both your reading and their actions that they truly believed they cared about you. The chances of them hurting you are slim, so you’re able to live with them without fear.

The cuff around your ankle came off about a week in, and Shouta gave you the freedom to roam the house, though it wasn’t without warning. He held his hand out to you, an offer to help you stand, and you took it. Slowly, you swing your legs over the side of the bed and shift your weight to your feet. Your legs shake like a newborn fawn, but Shouta held you to let you stretch your legs and get comfortable walking again.

He led you out to what you assume is the dining table and sat you down, Shouta taking the seat on your right. You assume Hizashi is in the kitchen, what with the clatter and smell of food. Shouta asked what you’d been drawing, which caught you a bit off guard, but you answered anyway.

“Koi fish.” He hummed, focused on you.

“Any particular reason why?” You take a moment to think about your answer, it’s not a question you’re used to responding to.

“Well they’re gorgeous creatures. Elegant, sleek and graceful. The way they move is so mesmerizing, smooth and flawless like a flowing creek. I’ve always loved drawing koi.”

The conversation lapses into your fascination with the fish, how they somehow remind you of dragons and how the fantastical creature’s existence isn’t as far-fetched as it’s made out to be. Hizashi joins soon enough, serving dinner and listening in on the conversation.

Once you all finish eating you get comfortable on the couch, nestled between the two men. It isn’t long before you drift off to sleep, their body heat lulling you into dreamland. Shouta carries you to bed, carefully laying you down and pressing a light kiss to your temple. He stands above you, admiring your features as you sleep.

You’re gorgeous to him, a goddess in your own right. He and his blonde counterpart had started watching you mainly because you were a woman, completely alone and seemingly unarmed in a bar until the earliest hours of the morning. Neither of them could tell if you were quirkless or not, and as heroes they made sure to keep an eye on you during their weekly trip to the bar should you get into any trouble.

But eventually it became a habit to look for you, and the more they looked the farther they fell. You looked as exhausted as Shouta every time you stepped through the doors, hair just beginning to lose its style and shoulders sagged. But you were so beautiful, even in your exhausted state. Hizashi was the first to mention his infatuation to Shouta, but the raven-haired man had already figured the blonde was into you.

Soon enough they began to get antsy, constantly watching you walk out the door into the dead of night all alone. You’re just too trusting of the world outside, not taking enough precautions for a woman of your caliber. They made it their mission to make sure you were safe, and one day, take you back home where they could protect you.

Now that you’re here, it’s like a dream. Even as you sleep you’re the most beautiful thing in the world. How your lashes flutter against your cheeks, the way your lips softly part with every breath, how your chest gently rises and falls, it all makes him stare down at you in complete awe. It takes a great deal of willpower for him to tear his eyes away from you and join Hizashi in their room.

***3 months later***

A couple months have passed since you’d...moved in with the two men, and you can’t say you hate it. They’ve respected your privacy, allowing you to stay in your own room and letting you bathe yourself after refusing their attempts at persuading you to join them. Honestly it’s been nice living with them.

Though, the longer you’re with them the more thoughts begin gathering and swirling in your head. Caring thoughts, how their days progress, how they’re feeling at any point in time. And needy, dirty thoughts. Any time those pop up you make it a point to push them deep down into the farthest recesses of your brain, refusing to fuel those pesky embers.

Somewhere in the back of your mind you know what’s happening, what’s been happening. You’re no stranger to Stockholm Syndrome, having done your own minimal research on the subject a few years back. You constantly tell yourself this isn’t normal, nor is it healthy, to enjoy the company of your captors. You have to remind yourself that they had taken you from everything you knew, and even though there wasn’t much for you to love, they’d taken you from that as well.

But soon enough the illogical prevailed, because despite all of that, the two have been nothing but good to you.

In no time at all the days you spend alone in the large house are the days you find yourself missing their company, hoping they’d return sooner. You managed to dig through their clothes and pick out some of their older t-shirts, and began wearing them around the house. Their lingering scents have been a comfort as you patiently wait for them to come back. They don’t seem to mind at all, so you’re content.

As time passes you get closer with them, gravitating toward them and snuggling into either of their sides, letting them wrap an arm around you and tug you into them. You began giving kisses when they left and returned, a small peck on the cheek at the door. The first time you had engaged a kiss was a shock to both of them.

You had tugged Shouta’s sleeve and when he turned you silently grabbed his collar and yanked him down, leaving a small peck on his cheek, doing the same with Hizashi. They barely had the time to react before you dashed to your room and curled under the blankets, face heated and heart pounding like some schoolgirl who had confessed to her crush and got a positive response. That night you’d received more cuddles and kisses than normal.

The kisses became routine, and before long you all slept in the same bed. Strangely enough, life began to feel somewhat normal. The house began to feel like home.

And soon enough that schoolgirl crush manifested into something dirty, something lustful and carnal. Just as much as you long to be around them, you want desperately to feel their hands on your bare skin, mapping out the curves of your body as you writhe beneath them. You crave them and their touch. But of course you still have your pride. Dropping hints would have to suffice.

Slowly, subtly, you dress lighter, more scantily. No shorts under their t-shirts that barely cover your ass, allowing the stretched collars to drop and expose the slightest peek of skin. After a shower you walk back to the room in nothing but a towel, allowing the edge to ride up your thighs. Your tactics seemed to work, their eyes glued to the newly exposed skin, soaking in your plush thighs and soft skin. Their stares make you ache, but after weeks of nothing but lingering glances you decide to toss your pride out the window.

You have dinner ready when they walk in the door, and after everyone had eaten and showered you usher them both to the couch while you sit facing them from the coffee table. Their confusion is evident on their faces, your nervous fidgeting and reluctance to look them in the eyes didn’t help. What you’re about to bring up is embarrassing to say the least, but staying silent would be a detriment to your sanity. With a steadying breath, you meet their gaze and quietly force out your seemingly ridiculous request.

“So… I enjoy being here with you,” your fingers twist into the hem of your shirt and you swallow down the lump in your throat, “and I really appreciate that you’ve given me anything I asked for-”

“No.” Shouta’s voice suddenly cuts off your sentence.

“You can’t go outside, Kitten. I’m sorry, but that’s non-negotiable right now.” You blink dumbly at him, completely thrown off balance by his statement before you catch yourself, waving your hands frantically in front of you.

“No! Oh god, that’s not…um…. I wasn’t asking to go outside. I love being here, with you, and doing whatever but...it’s what we don’t do...that’s bothering me...just a little bit…” By now your voice is so quiet and high-pitched you wonder if they can even hear you. Hizashi, bless his heart, is just as confused as before the conversation started.

“Sunshine, you aren’t making much sense. If you think about it, there’s actually a lot we don’t do.” Shouta holds a hand up, silencing the blonde. His dark eyes drag over your body, watching the way your thighs almost imperceptibly rub together and you can’t meet his gaze. You squirm, the intensity in his eyes something you aren’t used to but it makes you hot all over. His hand comes down on his thigh twice.

“Come here, Kitty.” Slowly, you stand and walk to him, letting his hands grab your hips and pull you down to straddle his lap. A finger curls under your chin, angling your head to look Shouta in the eyes. A small smirk pulls the corner of his mouth, a moment of realization flashing across his face.

“Our little Kitty is getting needy ‘Zashi. Isn’t that right, Kitten?” Heat flooded your face, your embarrassment and arousal sending hot blood to your face and chest. You squeeze your eyes shut and nod, hoping they’d do something about the very horny state you’re in. Shouta’s hand moves to your hip again, lifting you and placing you in Hizashi’s lap before standing and walking away.

The blonde cooed at the surprised squeak you let out at the sudden movement, and you open your eyes to his wide grin. Leaning forward, he wraps his arms around your waist and presses his lips to yours in a sweet kiss. It feels nice, and you let your body melt into him and his warmth, his long fingers digging into the flesh of your lower back as he tugs you closer and a pleasant haze settles over your mind.

It’s a blissful moment shared between you, and Shouta returns just as Hizashi pulls away from the kiss. They share a look you can’t place before the former raises a hand to gently stroke your arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He seems conflicted, trying to mull over some sort of decision in his brain, his brows just barely drawn and jaw set. When his eyes dropped to his other hand, yours followed, to find he held a long thin black velvet box. Clearly it holds some sort of jewelry.

After a few moments he turns it to you and lifts the lid, and your heart damn near stops beating. Whether it’s from excitement or a brief flash of fear, you don’t know. These two have been watching you for much longer than just at the bar. Those few months are only the tip of the iceberg, but how they’d come to notice you would probably forever remain a mystery to you.

Right now, all that matters is that they know everything. From your failed relationships to the reason they’d all ended. They had to know, that’s the only explanation. There’s no possible way it’s pure coincidence that you now gaze down at a beautifully crafted leather collar. It’s simple, thin, black dotted sparsely with sparkling gems and a dainty metal ring centered at the front. Tentatively, you reach out and trace the leather with your fingers.

“Is this...for me?” A deep hum sounds in Shouta’s chest, and that’s answer enough for you. Shouta plucks the garment from its seat and moves behind you. The cool leather feels heavenly as he loops it around your neck, his fingers brushing your skin. Everything seemed to go quiet as you waited for something, anything, to solidify this moment.

Click.

You shudder out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding. Shouta tilts your head and presses his lips to yours, looping a finger through the collar and giving a gentle tug. It makes you mewl, allowing him space to slip his tongue behind your teeth. He can see your pupils dilate when he pulls away, plush lips slick with saliva, lust invading your mind. You look so needy and desperate for them, so fucking gorgeous.

Hizashi leaves a kiss on your cheek then picks you up and places you on your feet. Both men grab either of your hands, lacing their fingers with yours, and gently pull you with them to the bedroom. Hizashi begins undressing first, and you can only let your eyes drag over his bare upper body for a moment before Shouta grabs your chin and distracts you with another kiss. This one is more passionate, heated, rough as his tongue effortlessly invades and dominates your mouth. Hizashi’s voice permeates your lust-filled haze.

“Come here, baby.” Shouta pulls away and allows you to walk over to where the blonde sits naked on the edge of the bed. He motions for you to turn around and you oblige, then he grabs your hips and pulls you back to sit in his lap, your back pressed to his chest. You watch as Shouta undresses, baring his skin to you as Hizashi tasks himself with undressing you.

Your shirt is the first to be removed, a groan spilling from the blonde when he discovers you aren’t wearing a bra. He pulls you flush against his chest, peppering wet kisses down your neck and shoulders as your eyes roam over Shouta’s sculpted frame. The raven haired man makes his way over, kneeling down between your legs and reaching up to toy with your breasts, rough fingers working your nipples until they peak. Hizashi’s hands find their way down to the pouch of your stomach, grabbing at the soft pliant flesh and squishing the fat there.

You let out a low whine, feeling extremely self-conscious with his hands working at the parts of your body you hate the most. You grab at his wrists in an attempt to pull him away, but he hushes you and whispers into your ear, his breath hot on your neck.

“It’s okay, pretty baby. Let me feel you.” You will yourself to let him go, let his hands explore your body the way he wants. He keeps his hands on your belly, long fingers massaging into your skin.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” He’s nipping and kissing at your neck, whispering praises into your ear as he fondles all the fatty parts of you.

Shouta’s hands reach up and tug your panties down, then grip your thighs and pull them apart, exposing you to his hungry eyes. You can’t help but feel exposed, uncomfortable, as they touch and gaze at every part of yourself you had always despised. A whimper builds in your chest, tears beginning to sting your eyes and your breath shaking. Hizashi leans over and kisses your tears away as Shouta leans forward and kisses at your belly and thighs, hands working at whatever flesh he couldn’t get his lips on.

“Let us love you. All of you. You’re such a pretty kitty.” You let yourself relax, let yourself relish in the fact that these two gorgeous men are doting over your body like you’re a goddess, like they couldn’t live if they didn’t worship every one of your perfect imperfections. Though you’re far from comfortable, the initial fear subsides, allowing them full access to you.

“Good girl kitty, good girl.” Shouta whispers as he nips at your thighs, sucking little red marks into your skin. He hooks your legs over Hizashi’s, and the blonde’s fingers dip down to tease your folds, barely breaching your little hole and making you buck for more friction. A soft moan slips from your lips as he pushes two long fingers into your soaked pussy.

You rock your hips into his hand, his palm barely brushing against your clit making you mewl. Shouta focuses his attention on your breasts and belly where Hizashi left bare, kneading and kissing and licking, leaving blooming marks all over your skin. Soon you feel a knot form in your stomach, tightening and burning impossibly hot. Hizashi feels your pussy clenching around his fingers and quickens his pace, grinding his palm down against your clit hard and curling his fingers to hit that spot that has you seeing stars.

When the knot snaps you’re falling apart on Hizashi’s lap, back arched and legs shaking. You throw your head back against his shoulder and cry out, pleasure racking your body in intense waves. Hizashi keeps moving his fingers inside you, letting you ride out your high, legs trembling and toes curling with the continued stimulation.

After your release you relax back down, chest heaving with every breath. Hizashi lifts you up and lays you down on the bed, Shouta crawling up over you and kissing you sweetly. He grabs your legs and wraps them around his waist, lining up his painfully hard erection with your throbbing pussy.

“Are you ready for me kitty?” You look up at him through your lashes and nod fervently, needing him desperately despite the sensitivity. He tugs at your collar gently.

“Use your words kitty cat. Are you ready for me?” Your eyes widen slightly and you answer without any real thought.

“Yes Daddy.” Shouta growls at the name and swears under his breath, thrusting his hips forward and bottoming out all at once. The air is punched from your lungs, the stretch around his thick length almost enough to make you cum a second time. Shouta leans down and kisses at the bruises Hizashi had left on your neck, giving you some time to adjust. It only takes a few moments for your walls to stop clamping down on him.

“I’m going to move now kitty. Relax for me.” He starts slow, groaning as he watches his length slide in and out of you.

Your warmth feels so good around his cock, and he moves faster, driving his cock so deep you swear you can feel him in your throat. Hizashi lays down next to you and puts two fingers into your mouth, your tongue sliding over them, coating them in your saliva.

He pulls them out and goes to rub your clit, leaning over and placing open mouth kisses along your collarbone, sucking new bruises onto your skin. Your legs quake with the quick building pleasure, your second orgasm creeping up fast. Suddenly both men stop their movements, Shouta pulling your body flush against him and sitting up.

Lithe, cold fingers suddenly dance around your back entrance, toying with your puckered hole. A single finger pushes in and you mewl and squirm at the new sensation. A second finger works its way in, the two digits working to stretch you gently. Soon there’s a third, and when you’re relaxed the fingers are gone and replaced by the thick head of Hizashi’s cock.

“You ready, sweet thing?” You nod and whine, a little weary but ready to be full of the two men. He slowly inches his way inside, shallow thrusts sinking him deeper until his hips are flush with your ass. Both men pepper wet kisses along your shoulders, giving you time to relax, but you don’t need it. You whine, wiggle your hips in an attempt to get them to move, and they oblige.

Their initial pace is slow, letting you feel every ridge and vein as they slip in and out of you. They build up a rhythm, when one is bottomed out the other has only the tip in, and soon you’re drooling from the amount of stimulation you’re getting. Hizashi’s fingers move down to work at your clit, and just the slightest touch has you trembling. The stimulation shoves you over the edge and has you cumming hard around them, your slick dripping down your thighs. They slow their pace slightly, your holes clamping down on them and attempting to milk them dry. Hizashi’s fingers rub your clit harder, overstimulating you.

“Do you have one more for us baby? I know you can cum one more time for us.” You whine, thrashing in their arms trying to simultaneously get away and tug them closer. Tears fall down your cheeks and a familiar tension fills the pit of your stomach and Shouta leans over and bites down on your shoulder. The pain pulls you over, crying out as you clamp down on their lengths hard. Their hips stutter as they chase their own release, and they shoot rope after rope of cum into you as you ride out your own high.

They still their movements, holding you and each other close. After a few moments they pull out together, the movement making you moan and tremble. Your body goes limp and Shouta pulls you to lean against him, stroking your hair and back. You’re sobbing softly into Shouta’s shoulder, your last release washing over your body almost painfully, your bones already beginning to ache. Shouta rubs your back softly and Hizashi peppers soft kisses along your shoulders, both cooing praises in your ears.

Shouta picks you up and the three of you go over to the bathroom, where Hizashi plugs the drain and turns on the tap to fill the large tub with hot water. Shouta climbs in and sits down, still cradling you, and the slowly rising water begins to soothe you. Hizashi pulls out a tube of ointment and rubs it onto Shouta’s back, relieving the scratch marks you left on him. After tending to Shouta he unlocks your collar and sinks into the tub, leaning against you. You let the two massage you and wash you, bringing you back from the intense scene.

“You okay kitten?” Shouta rumbles into your ear, petting your hair. You nod into his shoulder and grab Hizashi’s hand, wanting to be close to the both of them. The hot water and the care of the two bring you back down to earth, and you start to feel fatigue pulling at your consciousness. Hizashi notices you drifting off and takes you from Shouta. He dries you off with a towel and locks your collar back around your neck.

“Sho, I’m going to take her to bed. When you’re ready come join us.” Shouta hums and Hizashi carries you to bed.

You lay with Hizashi and cuddle into his chest, letting him hold you and rock you as you drift off. After a few minutes you feel the bed behind you dip and look up at Shouta with half lidded eyes. He gives you a peck on the lips before nuzzling against your back. With a long, soft sigh you melt into their arms, content with the new life you’d been brought into.

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tons-of-vball-huns · 2 years

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could u maybe do a post thats kenma x male reader (or gender neutral, whatever you’re comfortable with !!) where the reader and kenma are hanging out together at kenmas house, and the reader realizes they like him bc he asks to hold their face bc their eyes are so pretty <3 idk just rlly wholesome cutsey affectionate non sexual face holding

like hand on ur cheeks <3 and like kenma asks to hug the reader bc they get really uncomfortable w hugs but they feel okay to get hugged that day

i hope youre having a good day, and if you’re not, hopefully you find time to do something u enjoy :)

sorry my brain is scattered 😭/gen

[a/n: wait that sounds so cute! i have to do this asap because Y E S. thanks for the request, anon! also, i’m making it a gn!reader because that’s kinda like how it usually go about it and i changed it a tiny bit. btw, sorry for being late! love you, keep being you <3]

requests are open! i might be a bit late with the posting because my sat is coming up this saturday.

request is below the cut!

starring: k. kenma

type: fluff. fluffy fluffy fluff

warnings/others: unhealthy sleeping habits. weird formatting. commas galore. intended lowercase. use of “heck” and “hell”.

wc: 793 words

fun fact: kenma gets clingy and weirdly cuddly when he’s feeling tired or sleepy and even sleeps while cuddling a large dog plushie. he also takes the brain filter out and just says what he says without a thought and, in his opinion, acted like a drunk person.

fun fact: he would rather die miserably than let other people know about this. he hides the dog inside a suitcase whenever he leaves his room and has even made an elaborate plan to escape to brazil and start his life over if anyone gets even a single clue.

and if we extrapolate this data and think with common sense? you didn’t know either.

after a long day of school, you decided the best course of action was to just follow kenma home and hang out. it was a friday, and your family went out of town for the weekend, so you didn’t have to worry about returning home on time. besides, you’ve been hanging out forever, you knew no one would even bat an eye.

the two of you decided to play some video games to pass the time.

and that is how you ended up staying up until 7:37am.

one thing about kenma is that although he can easily get up at 2am to play, he has almost zero experience of staying up that long in at least 5 years. and coupled with the day before being an extra-long day — you had to write over 3 pages of notes for one class, had to run 5 laps for pe, and volleyball practice was extended until 5:30pm. he even woke up at 3am the night before to play on his console. he was rightfully more exhausted than usual.

kenma seemed to be weirder than usual to you now. he could barely keep his eyes open now, but neither could you, not after staying up for longer than 24 hours, so that definitely wasn’t it. was it the way he-

kenma placed his controller down and moved a bit closer to you, “wanna hug. can i hug you, (name)?”

you stared at him for a second. yeah, he was definitely acting strange, but he looked absolutely adorable in your opinion. his hands were outstretched, his eyes bleary and barely open, slightly furrowed brows, the tiniest hint of a pout on his cute, pink, kissable li- huh? no. where was your mind going to? you shook your head, “sure? i don’t really mind.”

“i’m happy you said you didn’t mind,” kenma muttered, nuzzling into your neck. “you always said you didn’t really like them so i was a bit worried you wouldn’t wanna.”

you awkwardly patted his back once, twice. this felt like a hallucination, what the heck was even happening? kenma never seemed to be the type to ask for hugs — usually, it was kuroo who was the one who asked for hugs. and you usually weren’t entirely comfortable with hugs, so why the hell did you say you “didn’t really mind”? and why was your cheek a little… warm? the ac was on full-blast, it doesn’t make sense! staying up for 24+ hours does some things to you.

beside you, kenma had stopped snuggling into your neck and moved a tiny bit farther, “hey hey (name)? is it alright if i… hold your face?” he noticed the puzzled look on your face, “it’s just that… your eyes look pretty, like super pretty. i wanna take a closer look. so can i?”

you tentatively nodded your head a little, still super confused. kenma’s face broke into a cute little smile as he shuffled closer to you and put his hands on your cheeks and pulled your face closer, his hands squishing your cheeks in the process. his hands felt incredibly cold against your warm, warm cheeks. you let out an involuntary shiver at the different temperatures.

“woahhh. so pretty, (name). your eyes look really pretty. i wanna keep looking at them forever,” he said, transfixed by your eyes.

you honestly thought your eyes weren’t all that special — you saw them daily so they kinda lost their appeal to you. maybe that was why you felt that feeling in your chest and stomach — fluttering, fluttering, fluttering like pretty little butterflies —, you never thought they looked pretty so maybe that’s why felt so flustered, your cheeks turning warmer, warmer, warmer? or maybe — you looked into kenma’s warm, excited eyes as he was squishing your cheeks and giggling and rambling about your “beautiful eyes” and how much he loved them — was it because it was him?

three months later, you still loved to tease him about that moment, watching his cheeks turn scarlet in an instant. but however embarrassing it was for him, he was glad it happened.

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serendipityjxmn · 3 years

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Mr. President

Chapter 3

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You thought you’ve mistakenly heard it but when you look at the both of them back and forth to find a hint of joke only to find none, your heart thuds rapidly in your chest.

Taehyung leans down to place a paper on the table in front of you in which you find a document titled marriage contract. They can’t be serious..

“A-are you kidding me?” The words are out of your mouth before you could stop it. You look at Mr. Park and he remains calmly staring at you and when you find no answer from him, you look at Taehyung. He shakes his head.

“Due to some reasons, Mr. Park will need to marry anyway in about two months and you came right at the perfect time.” You thought you saw both of their lips quirking up in a smirk as if there’s a different meaning behind it but it’s gone the second it appears. “That’s why we’re proposing this to you.”

Too shell shocked to reply, you’d gone into a complete mute. Taehyung continues to explain the contract, highlighting several matters written on the paper laid in front of you and you could barely process anything.

“-your debt is waived. The contract will last for a year, where the two of you will then separate and you’ll receive a lumpsum amount of 5 million KRW. Further specifications on your relationship can be discussed at later time with Mr. Park. Do you have any questions?” Taehyung finishes.

It takes you several minutes to finally find your voice. Your brain wrecks for a question but strangely, this question is on the top of your head. “What’s your name?” You ask, looking directly at Mr. Park’s intense gaze.

To his credit, he didn’t appear flustered or any of the sort though Taehyung looks as if he’s trying to stifle a laugh.

“My name’s Park Jimin.” He answers calmly.

Jimin…

You gulp as the next question appears in your head and at the tip of your tongue, just waiting to be uttered. “Are you… are you like a.. you know.. c-cult.. is that what they call these days? Like you know.. a.. gang.” You finish, the last word almost like a whisper. You fight a shudder running through your body as you remember the way he handled your brother so skilfully yet merciless like he’s trained years for it.

To your surprise, his lips curl into a smirk. He looks at you in amusement before answering. “Curiosity’s a good thing.. but have you heard that too much curiosity’s killed the cat?”

You swallow. Eyes looking everywhere but Park Jimin. You feel his intimidating scare is almost the same with the look of a predator staring at its prey. And you’re just like that, a prey to Park Jimin. That’s when you have enough.

You stand and Taehyung looks momentarily surprised though Jimin remains composed.

“I’m sorry- I- I don’t know what I meant when I asked you to- to take me. I’ll pay you the debt- as.. as soon as I can and I-“ You say frantically, heels almost threatening to just take off and run away from the scary people. And that’s what you do. Without even finishing your sentence or saying as much as a goodbye to the two of them, you run off, out of the study, out of the house, only faintly aware of passing Mrs. Lee by the lobby downstairs and her calling you but you’re already out in the streets then.

Breathless, you halt in your track and stares back at the huge bungalow in which you were in several minutes ago. You grunt as you felt your body aching. Your head spins, trying to think of what to do and you find yourself taking aimless steps towards nowhere. You shiver and briefly curse once you remember you’re only wearing a dress and the night is getting colder. The wind making goosebumps to raise on your skin.

You’re hungry. But you have no money to eat. So you only stand awkwardly outside a convenience store a good few blocks from Jimin’s house, staring at it helplessly. You only had few dollars in the pocket of your jeans that you wore last night but that’s all left at Jimin’s house. You sigh.

A marriage contract? Who are they kidding..? All you wanted is to escape the hellhole your brother has put you through for years and yet you have to encounter Jimin, giving yourself to him like you’re digging your own grave. Your mind spins as you think of how to pay the debt within this month. Surely, being indebted to him is better than borrowing another amount from loan sharks and end up being slaughtered for not paying them.. right?

Though a small thought in the back of your mind thinks Mr. Park may kill you any time if he wants to.. you shudder at his words in the study a while ago. Heaving loudly, you drag yourself to the corner of the convenience store, sitting at the footstep of the porch, hoping the worker won’t mind you perching there. He probably thinks you’re one of those drunk.

Your body trembles from the cold. It’s a night in autumn but due to your lack of proper attire, you’re shivering endlessly, nose starting to run. Still, you hug your knees and lay your head on top of it, eyes fluttering shut in an attempt to sleep. It’s probably almost midnight.

Just as you think you’re falling into dreamland, a strong force grip your head and you couldn’t even register to scream when you feel yourself being thrown to the rough pavement. Before you could open your eyes to see your attacker, a slap lands on your cheek and you think another side of your lips are split again, barely aware of the red liquid gushing down.

“You bitch! How dare you run away from me?!” You hear the familiar voice that you despise so much. You open your eyes and see your brother, looking more haggard, cheeks sunken. From the corner of your eyes, you see the guy working at the convenience store come out from the store to see the ruckus outside. You shake your head vigorously at him and frantically wave him inside, not wanting him to get involved to reduce the number of casualties. If anyone’s going to die, let it only be you, you thought stupidly.

A sharp pain sears through your head as your hair got yanked and you’re forced to stand at your feet.

“You ungrateful bitch. You’ve been nothing but a burden to me and now you want to run away? I should’ve killed you yesterday. Tell me, little sister, where’s that white knight of yours yesterday?” He run his fingers menacingly through your face and you’re preparing yourself to kick him in the guts when you feel a sharp pain stings at your thigh and you realise it’s a cut from the knife you don’t notice he’s holding and you doubled over the rough gravel of the road.

Helpless. That’s how you always feel. No matter how hard you try to hold it in, no matter how hard you try to fight back, your brother would always hit you stronger.

You don’t know how your thoughts reach there but the name pops in your mind right at that moment. Park Jimin.

And like a sudden spark, the name makes you kick yourself to your feet and before your brother could take hold of you again and finish the deed, you take off and run away as fast as you can, heavily clutching your ribs and fighting for your consciousness. Your brother runs after you as well, shouting at you but you don’t stop although your legs are screaming at you and your breathing too heavy to continue.

You run and continue to do so in a direction you hope would be right without looking back, not daring to turn and see whether your brother catches up to you though the footsteps had been fading. Alas, you come to a stop.

You take the last few steps and finally reach the front door of the vast house. Your knuckles rap on the door rapidly, only now turning to see behind your shoulder to check whether your brother manages to follow you. You don’t see him but you can’t sigh in relief as well because if the owner of this house you’re knocking on now doesn’t open his door right at that moment, you’re sure you’re going to die.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing at 2AM?”

There he is.

Park Jimin opens the door, eyes slightly scrunched from sleepiness and hair disheveled. He takes in your state and his eyes immediately widens.

“I’ll do it.” You say, still panting heavily. “I’ll do it. The marriage.”

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moderngirlmp3 · 3 years

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hi!! i saw that your requests were open, i was wondering if you could do willie, on 2 nights of no sleep and about 12 cups of coffee, sends alex a confession text at 2am. chaos and fluff ensues

i love your work so much

-🦜

In hindsight, Willie probably shouldn’t have been awake for two days straight. Or at least, he shouldn’t have allowed himself near his phone after being awake for two days straight. Or maybe it was the coffee. 12 cups in 4 hours does strange things. Apparently.

Regardless of the cause, it was 2am and Willie was staring at their phone in absolute horror.

alex 🥁💜

[2:04AM]

so this is probably a really dumb decision but it’s 2am and i just had 12 cups of coffee so here goes. uh. i like you. in a non platonic way.

im sorry i’m really bad at this. haven’t exactly done this before. basically, i love you. a lot.

i know u don’t feel the same and that’s fine but i just wanted to tell you

btw if you wanna take some space or something i totally get it. just let me know haha

[delivered]

Yeah, Willie was fucked. It wasn’t their fault, though. Really, it was just the 2am timing (that he had decided to stay up until) and the 12 cups of coffee (that they had decided to drink).

Okay, so maybe it was his fault. But still. Any plans they had of sleeping had been completely thrown out the window. Willie knew Alex went to sleep at 11:30pm every night; they’d teased him at least a thousand times for it. Even knowing that, and knowing that there was no way Alex would be awake for another several hours, Willie could still do nothing but sit on the floor and check his phone every ten seconds.

Even despite their hypervigilance, he almost missed the low buzz that emitted from his phone after what felt like years of waiting. Willie snatched their phone up to view the lock screen and- @cool.skateboards444 liked your post. Oh. Willie felt his shoulders slump and he rubbed his eyes. What did they expect? It was- they reached over to his phone again to check the time and promptly dropped it back on the floor with a clatter. Below the glowing 2:17 timestamp was a bright white rectangle standing out against his lock screen: alex 🥁💜 - iMessage. Willie rubbed his eyes to make sure they were reading it correctly, and when he opened them again, the notification stared back at him, exactly as he had read it before. With shaking hands, they typed in the passcode to his phone (definitely not Alex’s birthday) and when they opened the messages app, they were met with the absolutely terrifying sight of the smallest text bubble they had ever seen: “oh.”

Willie barely had time to overthink the message before it disappeared, the messages screen now hidden behind a request to FaceTime?? Running off of caffeine, panic, and reflex, Willie instinctively pressed accept and was met with a sleepy-looking, pajama-clad, messy-haired, unfairly adorable Alex. Fuck.

“Uh, hey,” Willie said, and immediately cursed himself for how tense his voice was.

Alex stared for a second, seemingly taking in Willie’s run-down and exhausted appearance, before clearing his throat. “Oh, shit, sorry. Did I wake you up?”

“Nah,” Willie let his face split into the small grin that Flynn liked to call his ‘Alex smile.’ Only now he was realizing maybe that was accurate. “I was already up.”

Alex nodded and was silent for a moment before his eyes widened slightly. “Right. Your 12 cups of coffee. Please tell me that was an exaggeration?”

“No can do, hotdog,” Willie responded, shrugging slightly and running his restless fingers through his hair to ease the fidgeting. ADHD and coffee. A combination that was always unpredictable, never desirable, and pretty much inevitable with Willie at this point.

Alex frowned slightly and Willie wanted nothing more than to be able to somehow teleport into his room and smooth away that little crease between his eyebrows. Unfortunately, he wasn’t some ghost who could poof wherever he wanted to whenever he wanted to. That would be the life. Another thought far outside the realm of ghosts entered Willie’s mind, and he pushed aside the mental image of skating in Justin Bieber’s empty pool and focused back on Alex.

“Hang on, why are you awake?” Willie smirked, but his nervousness tugged his lips back down into a slight grimace. “Isn’t it past your bedtime?”

“Time is a social construct,” Alex replied airily, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, and that’s my line.”

“Fine. I couldn’t sleep. And then you… you texted me.”

Willie couldn’t tell if the blood all rushed to or from their face, but it was one of the two because suddenly they were overheating, shivering, and vaguely nauseated. “Oh. right.”

“So…”

Willie couldn’t bring themself to look at Alex’s face on the screen, so they stared at their socks. They were mismatched, he noted; one was dark blue with hot dogs, and the other was dark red with skateboards. Alex had gotten them for him and had taken a sock from each pair for himself. Something twisted in Willie’s stomach and he looked away from the patterns. “Yeah.”

“Did you mean it?” Alex’s voice suddenly burst out louder and Willie looked up sharply. Alex’s eyes were wide in the frame, and through the grainy camera quality Willie noticed him biting his lip nervously. As if he thought Willie was going to say no.

“What- of course I meant it,” Willie blurted out before he could overthink it. “I mean- no, yeah that’s exactly it. Yeah. I meant it.”

Alex’s mouth dropped into an ‘o’ of surprise, and he breathed, “Oh,” so quietly that Willie nearly missed it.

“Oh, c’mon, hotdog,” Willie said quietly, daring to look into the camera. “You can’t just leave me hanging like that. What d’you mean by oh?”

“I mean I like you too, speed bump,” Alex said, followed by an audible breath of relief.

“Oh.”

“Yeah. Now can you try to sleep?”

Willie felt like they had been hit over the head with one of Alex’s drumsticks. No, not a drumstick. They felt like someone had dropped the whole drum set on top of their brain, and they were still dazed from the impact. He shook his head quickly and blinked. “Uh-”

“Are- are you okay?”

“Yeah,” Willie reassured him with a growing smile. “It’s just, this is sorta a dream come true, y’know. So I’m a little out of it.”

Even in the crappy lighting of the phone screen, Willie saw Alex’s face go completely scarlet. Clearly fighting back a smile, Alex shook his head and returned, “Go to sleep.”

“Okay, okay, fine. Whatever you say, hotdog.” Willie giggled and ended the call, the image of Alex’s small smile imprinted on his retinas. Yeah, there was no way they were going to sleep anytime soon.

Just as they were starting to get into bed to at least try, there was a soft ping and Willie’s phone screen lit up. 1 message from Alex. With a soft smile, Willie unlocked his phone and opened up messages. There, in the familiar grey bubble, read the six most beautiful words Willie had seen in his entire life.

alex 🥁💜

[2:33AM]

it’s my dream come true too ❤️

-❊-

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terminalchaos · 3 years

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Hiya!

I thought for my second post, I’d do a bit about my symptoms and what lead me to getting my diagnosis. Obviously it’s different for everyone, and I got extremely lucky. So bare that in mind! Warning: I get a bit sweary in this one. I have a lot of feelings about it.

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The city I live in, Melbourne, is officially the most locked-down city in the world in relation to COVID-19. After what has been a fucking exhausting few years, we are well and truly over it at this point. But what I didn’t realise going into the first lockdown (last year at some point) was how much I would suffer, and how badly this whole crock of absolute bullshite would affect me.

Last year in the first lockdown, I was a full-time university student, working as a medical transcriber and at an acting studio, facilitating workshops with directors, casting directors, etc. This was fine for about 2 weeks. Then everything started to fall apart, very slowly. I stopped going to my lectures and my tutorials. I started asking for extensions, more and more often. I had always been a last-minute student, starting essays on the day they were due, with about 3-5 hours set aside to sit and do the whole thing. Throughout school I do not think I did a single bit of homework on time, unless it was something I genuinely wanted to do. I often just didn’t do it, copped a detention, and moved on with my life.

This is extremely aggravating to me now, seeing that I was around hundreds of educated adults, and. Not. A. Single. Fucking. One. Either knew I was displaying symptoms of ADHD, or cared enough to try and help me. I don’t know what’s worse. It was simply punish the bad student, who never did their homework, and never studied, and never revised, and always forgot the in-class tests, and always struggled with remembering things. So, I adjusted. I still never did my homework, but I stopped caring about classes. I was rude to teachers who were rude to me, and would snap back at any teacher who didn’t show me the same respect they expected from me.

I was so, so angry.

It was completely unfair. I didn’t know why I was the only person who couldn’t do these basic things, like getting my planner signed after every week. So I resorted back to the things society told me I was: stupid, incompetent, lazy. That lead to a not great mindset, which lasted from the ages of about 13-20. I still struggle with a lot of these things, but in different contexts.

Anyway, the ways I coped at school started to fall apart at university. And they really fell apart with lockdown. Being in my house for 23 hours a day, with incredibly stringent rules, meant my ADHD just pent up. I couldn’t do anything. Not even things I wanted to do, and the pressure of deadlines weren’t enough to prod my brain into action. I just couldn’t do anything.

I figured this wasn’t normal, and one day I saw a post on ADHD in AFAB people. I read through it, and it resonated with me. Odd, I don’t have excess energy. In fact, I would oversleep constantly. Often, 12 hours a night wasn’t enough for me, and I would fall asleep at 2am. Caffeine would put me to sleep! My partner at the time would be on my back about how much I slept, constantly. He didn’t understand my ADHD presentation, which is reasonable, because I didn’t either. He would get irritated because the second I got any money, I wouldn’t save it. I’d buy things. I’d constantly put on weight because I would buy sugary snacks whenever I could. I would say yes to anything that would give me a second of joy.

When you have ADHD, your dopamine is running on empty. So everything you do is to try and boost your dopamine. It leads to a lot of behaviours that people see as irresponsible and reckless, because they can be. But it’s because our brains are screaming out for dopamine hits, however big, however long lasting. Now I know this, and can stop myself before doing these dopamine-seeking behaviours (the medications obviously help).

Reading this post about ADHD, I didn’t immediately do a deep-dive of research. I forgot about it for a while. I remembered my mum telling me when I was young that I “probably had some form of ADD, or something like that” after I spilled my guts about something that had been on my mind. I would start talking, and not stop. More and more of these little pieces started clicking. Then, I started doing actual research. I can’t remember details because, y’know, ADHD. But these symptoms started making sense. Not being able to control my impulses? Check. I am obscenely impulsive. Not being able to keep relationships? Check. Half of my friends from school in England I wanted to keep in contact with, I had completely deserted. Memory issues, not being able to keep a routine, missing deadlines, having slightly “kooky” interests, hyperfocusing, the paralysis I would feel when there were so many things to do, and I just sat in bed for 6 hours doing nothing, not eating.

I sat and cried on my partner’s bed while he comforted me. I cried over the fact I had an answer. I wasn’t stupid. I wasn’t lazy.

From there, I pursued a diagnosis. This was tricky: I tried three different clinics (one of which lost my referral 4 times! Shout out Alfred Road Clinic lol), and emailed different ADHD psychiatrists like crazy. I got no responses.

6 months after my initial referral, I cried to my family about how frustrating it was, knowing what was wrong with me, knowing there was treatment, but not being able to access it. Imagine how frustrating it is not being able to do anything, knowing there is a way to help, but not having access to it.

Eventually, a few strings were tugged, and I got an appointment in June 2021. July 2021, I was put on Vyvanse 30mg by my psychiatrist.

The first day I took my medication, I sat and did my Korean homework for 2 hours. Then, I sat and cried. I have never concentrated for 2 hours on demand like that.

I was furious, relieved, and incredibly sad for the 23 years I had lost, feeling like my body and mind were two separate entities. Having all these things I wanted to achieve, and achieving none. I learnt so many things were coping mechanisms I used to balance my ADHD brain: trying to be early as possible to avoid being late. Notes on my phone reminding me of everything I need to do. Double checking things three, four times.

All these things I wanted to try, and having tried none. Not being able to exercise as it made me sleepy and I never felt the benefits. Finding certain things unbearable for no reason. Getting in trouble for stupid things just because I couldn’t convince myself the dopamine payoff would be worth it. Having built nearly no skills as a young person because I had no direction. This was compounded by my want to achieve, but feeling that I couldn’t do anything, because this invisible barrier kept me in a snowglobe of my own shame and frustration. All because my stupid fucking brain was too busy trying to get hits of dopamine whenever and wherever it could.

I thought about how my A Level results would have been different if any of the adults in my life had clocked this when I was 13.

I thought about the things I could have achieved if anyone had thought to investigate just a little further.

I still cry about these things. The me that was prevented from living by ADHD taunts me from another dimension. Cow.

I needed to start to get to know myself without the dopamine addict brain. What I want to achieve, what was now possible, and how to avoid feeling like I will never achieve anything I want to. My main goal is to start having 3 meals a day, something I have never, ever been able to sustainably do. I’m still working on this.

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panlyv · 4 years

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some headcanons i have about earnpear & sarawatine double dates because it's probably a mess but it's the best thing ever (that we can only dream about *sobs*)

tine & pear would set up double dates every other week and they would always plan everything (place, time, clothes, etc)

they would Not consult earn & wat tho fhdjkshd so it would be like 5:50pm and tine, all dressed up, storms into their room to find sarawat lying down on his pjs and screams "WE HAVE TO BE THERE IN TEN MINUTES WHAT ON EARTH DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING PLAYING VIDEOGAMES RN????"

and wat would be "?????? BE WHERE ???? WHEN DID YOU TELL ME ????" and tine wouldn't answer bc he knows he didn't but they would magically still be on time

pear would spend some good two hours choosing her outfit and what make up she would wear and 90% of the time earn would be leaning on the wall all lovestruck watching her BEAUTIFUL girlfriend get ready

and then pear would snap her fingers in front of earn's face and bring her back to earth asking her if she's ready

she's Not. so she rushes to change her clothes but pear had already chosen her outfit and it was on their bed

earn chuckles and gives pear a cheek kiss as saying thank u

they all meet up at their fave restaurant and sit on their usual table because it's Tradition !!!!

THEY WOULD BE MATCHING THEIR BEST FRIENDS!!! not their partner

sarawat 🤝 earn jacket gays / pear 🤝 tine sweater gays

wat & earn would argue over what drink they should order for like 10 minutes and disagree over the stupidest details just to piss the other off

pear & tine would just be chatting and looking all endearingly at their soulmates thinking "ugh i love a dumbass"

after they all (kinda, earn still thinks cocktails would be better than margaritas) agree on what they will eat and drink, tine does the order

but he ends up mispronouncing a word and their dishes come all wrong

they eat it anyway since they already ordered it lmao

pear tries to feed earn but ends up spilling her drink all over tine's plate

the four of them look at each other and telepathically agree that they should Go Home

wat goes pay the bill and then they all drive to watine's love nest

it's around 8pm, they take out board games and earn orders pizza

tine & wat are going bankrupt because earn is buying all the land in monopoly and pear is laughing so hard she doesn't even care about the game anymore because tine is being So Dramatic and sarawat is just grumpy

pizza arrives. it's pineapple pizza.

wat is ready to Deck earn because he Knows she ordered it just to piss him off

"im sorry? what did u say mr. i lost all my property to queen earn therefore i must kneel before her???"

wat frowns but stays shut because he knows she's right kdjfksj

and it's not All pineapple pizza. she's not that bad. she ordered a bit of pepperoni for the basic boi

after they are done eating, tine remembers they have ice cream in the freezer and they all freeze their brains bc they are stoopid and tried to see who eats their bowl of ice cream faster

then they play one more round of monopoly

earn almost wins but now is actually pear who crushes them all

"i taught her well 🥺🥰"

sarawat takes out his guitar and they start singing songs and having fun together

wat & earn take turns playing the guitar

and 100% of the time when sarawat is not holding the guitar, he's holding tine

and earn, being the good Lesbian she is, dedicates every single song she plays to pear (who's all red) even tho some of them aren't even love songs

it's 2am and they are so sleepy they can barely keep their eyes open anymore

pear & earn end up crashing on the couch

while wat & tine fall asleep cuddling on their bed

thank you to @yansqing & @vitaminmetawin for their earnpear/sarawatine posts that fueled my creativity 💓

#i began writing this to finally sort my thoughts out and to cheer me up #but i ended up Real Sad hfkfjskdj say sike #anyways ive always dreamed of earnpear + watine double dates and in light of the news i decided to finally write it down #this is messy but sure #if anyone wabts to Really write this id be so happy shdjajdhaj #earnpear #sarawatine #2gether #2gether the series #earn x pear #sarawat x tine #dawn.log

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lovehugsandcandy · 4 years

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Just Drive Part 2 (Colt x MC, Part 1 here)

I posted this on AO3 already so sorry to double-dip if you saw it there.

Length: ~850 words

Pairing: Colt x MC, RoD

Rating: PG-13 (swearing?)

Summary: Maybe LA’s not where she wants to be either.

She makes it to LA at 2am.

It’s not unheard of for her to be up this late, schoolwork and studying taking up far more time than they ever did in high school, but it’s 5am back east and she never adjusted to the time difference. She started driving early and, when she hit Vegas at 10, it made sense to drive through, to push on and keep the car to the right of the yellow line and drive. Just drive.

281 divided by 80 is 3.5. 3.5 hours, 210 minutes, 12,645 seconds.

She endures every single one of them as she travels, eyes on the yellow line, sunk so deeply into the leather that it feels like a hug, fabric wrapping around her limbs and pulling her into its sleepy embrace.

She is exhausted, body weak and sore, but her mind so overtired that it ends up in overdrive, one fragmented thought bleeding into the next. The car navigates itself outside her father’s house. The windows are dark, eerily still, but the old cruiser is parked in the driveway; she sits, taking comfort from the stillness for a moment, before she eases the car into first gear and glides away. She stops at Riya’s house next. Her best friend isn’t home from Oakland but it seemed appropriate to visit, as she recalls the hours spent here when she was young and the time more recently when she was in hiding.

Her mind is slowing, her eyelids becoming heavier when drooping and harder to raise, so she continues on to her last stop. 3.7 miles is 17,000 feet. Her brain stumbles. She blinks. That’s wrong. 3.7 is 19,000 feet, 19,536 feet to be exact, over 200,000 inches. She is tired, and the car is tired, and, even though she can’t think as quickly as she would like to, she knows these streets like the back of her hand, on her way to a boy she knows even better than these streets.

She parks by the curb. Gramercy Park is deserted, only the rustle of paper and wrappers spinning in the breeze as accompaniment. She clambers out of the car, unfurling tight muscles to lean against the body and study the building. It looks worlds different from when she last saw it, flame licking up the wood and turning it to ash. Now, the walls are back up, roof solid over the shop floor; even though the streetlights’ glow is faded here, she can see that the exterior has been freshly painted, etched sign above the door proudly back in place.

She is distracted, wondering if the rebuilding of the interior has rebuilt any of the memories lay buried here, when the door opens. He looks tired, dark streaks under his eyes, feet bare as they edge out past the doorway.

“You coming in?” It was probably survival instinct by now, to listen for the roar of an unfamiliar engine, to wake up at the sound of a vehicle slowing.

“Yeah.” She pushes off the hood. “I’m coming in.”

It’s the best sleep she’s had in months. Maybe it’s because she hadn’t slept in 19 hours, and her body collapsed. Maybe it’s because she was finally back in the one place she had been desperate for since she drove east, 2,990 miles, striving for a future that might not have a place for her anymore.

They wake up and get donuts, perched across a circular table (a foot and a half, 18 inches, 18 inches is far too far) and she swipes powdered sugar across his lip as an excuse to touch. She kisses it off as he crowds her against the pink paint of her car (no inches, no inches, finally, the perfect distance is no distance) and she sighs chocolate-glazed happiness into the seam of his mouth.

His lips are still against hers when he speaks. “What are you doing here, Ellie?”

“Let’s go. Let’s just go.”

His thumb traces slow circles around her hip bone. “What?”

“Let’s leave, just get out of here. You and me.”

“Go where?”

“Anywhere. Anywhere we want.”

“I’m not running.”

“It’s not running,” she insists. “We won’t be running from anything. We just…can’t we run to something instead?”

“Like what?”

“Just…” She pulls him closer and her voice takes on a desperate pitch. She would be embarrassed if her bones weren’t heavy with the four days of driving that it took to get here, if her mind weren’t heavy with the need to take him and run, as far as they could, so the schoolwork and the fear and the past would fade into the rear view. “Just something better than here.”

He studies her, eyes dark underneath pitch-black lashes, inscrutable and silent, and takes a step back. “Ok.” She doesn’t have time to mourn the loss, skin cooling from where his body heat sent blazing trails through lips and limbs, before he is walking around the car to duck into the passenger seat.

“Really?”

He shrugs. “Drive.”

“Can we get tacos?” she asks hopefully.

His smirk is the only answer she needs. Maybe this, this car, this boy, this freedom...maybe this is all she needs. He shakes his head at her. “Just drive.”

Perma @desireepow-1986@leelee10898 @emichelle @client-327 @choicesgremlin @brightpinkpeppercorn @thequeenofcronuts @lilyofchoices @choicesarehard

ROD @omgjasminesimone @mskaneko @lovemychoices

Colt

@deimosensblog @alegria1580 @thefarrari @moonlit-girl-wonder @going-down-downtown@soniadotalves@jolietmaraud @flowerpowell@poeticscolt @zaira-oh-zaira @akrenich @sibella-plays-choices @maxwellsquidsuit @liamzigmichael4ever @octobereighth @i-only-signed-up-for-fanfiction

#playchoices fanfic #colt kaneko #colt x mc #ride or die: a bad boy romance #amy writes

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snztrash · 4 years

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ok so i'm not quite up for posting much more than a drabble because i hate my writing but it’s 2AM and my brain came up with a snz sound + scenario that i think is very nice so i thought i'd share

Stuck

“mnh-?... hiXZTt!”

Mariah blinked dazedly as Aaron flinched underneath her, jolting her out of the light doze that she had settled into. She moved to pull out their embrace and give him room only for his arm to tighten around her shoulder as his breath snagged once again.

“hi-hih... hISHht!”

This time it was less of a flinch and more of a full-body shudder as her boyfriend tried and failed to fully stifle the sneeze. He paused, still locked in place with Mariah clutched tight to his chest, as he built up for a third.

The sleepy haze all but gone now, there was little Mariah could do but watch Aaron's expression melt into one of pre-sneeze desperation. His dark eyebrows pinched together and his eyes were half-lidded. His nostrils, flushed an irritated pink at the rims, twitched minutely and his upper lip curled up into a snarl as he breathed in and in and in -

And the urge left him. Mariah both saw and felt him droop, the energy and breath that he'd build up for the sneeze leaving him in a heavy, exasperated sigh.

“Bless you...?” She trailed off confusedly. Aaron always sneezed in threes, and while they teased him, she'd never actually seen one get stuck.

Sniffling liquildly, he opened his mouth to thank her when his expression crumpled. Aaron's chest heaved as he gasped desperately, the itch returning with a vengeance.

“HIH- ...hidSCHhieu!!”

“Bless you,” she said again, more emphatically.

Aaron flushed a little, scrubbing viciously at his nose with the heel of his hand and wincing at the slightly wet sound that the motion produced. “...thank you.”

‘No,’ she thought, ‘thank you.’

#trashy snzfic

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rayslablr · 5 years

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Hello, rayslablr here!

First of all, I want to apologize for being inactive these days but it has been chaotic with a lot of assignment from university that I didn’t find the time to post original content in here. Secondly, just a disclamer: this are the things I do, they might not be any help for you but you don’t loose anything with trying besides it can motivate you to find what really works for you.

As students is common that we sometimes don’t have the time to properly study and do our assignment correctly hoping we get a good grade, but that is because we have other extracurricular activities to attend. Maybe you have intruments lessons, or you have choir practices or any sport practices, or perhaps you work and study at the same time.

Having so many things to do you sometimes try to schedule but end up leaving some stuff to work at night. That is totally fine, some people are more in the morning side and other in the night time side (I’m more of the last one)

Planning for a productive night doesn’t mean having an all-nighter, I don’t recommend that at all because is not healthy for the body and your mental health. Even though you might think that you get all your tasks done, what happens after that night? What are the implications for the next day? So for that I give you a few tips that might help when have tasks to do at night:

Before I begin, let’s talk about what is productivity?

PRODUCTIVITY:

According to the Merriam-Webster site, productivity is “the quality or state of being productive.”, and what’s productive? As state in the same site being productive is “yielding results, benefits, or profits”; “ yielding or devoted to the satisfaction of wants or the creation of utilities”

For the Cambridge Dictionary site, productivity is “the rate at which a person, company, or country does useful work.”

Finally, as indicated by the Business Dictionary, productivitu is “a measure of the efficiency of a person, machine, factory, system, etc., in converting inputs into useful outputs.”

What we can gather from these concepts, roughly and vaguely, is that productivity not necessarily has to be associated with doing homework or any kind of assignments, it can also mean doing one push-up, making the bed, walk or breathe exercises, and endless other things. Being productive means that we’re using out time wisely by focusing on what matters.

SKINCARE:

I know that sometimes skincare is the least of our problems, and after studying at night we feel exhausted that we forget to wash our face. It has happened to me a lot and I truly regret it. #AcneHasEnterTheChat

By doing your skincare night routine you start to feel good that you are taking care of yourself, and that idea of productivity can motivate you. So keep it going while you're still active. Do your skincare routine after having dinner or any other extracurricular activity, that way you can start fresh with your productivity process. The sooner you'd do it you have another less thing to worry about so you can properly focus.

When you splash yourself with water your brain actives because your skin is warm so water cools it down making you relax and it awakes you. Take that opportunity to stay active so you can take your time and divide it for things that matter.

Side Note: Always wash your face with lurkwarm water!!

Side Note 2: If you ever want a blog about skincare let me know because I really love that topic and I’m all for it

COMFY OUTFIT:

Pajama. Shorts. Sweater. Underwear. What ever you feel comfortable with. But never do things in your bed if you really want to work on something otherwise you’ll fall asleep.

This is simple. Just wear an outfit where your body doesn’t feel tight or uncomfortable, where you can stretch and feel relax. It has happened to me many times where I forget to change clothes and start working with my jeans, long shirt and shoes on, after a few minutes I get up from my sit and try to stretch without success and I keep doing my work; after other minutes I do the same and that is just distracting me more, so after a long moving day imagine how your body would feel.

Imagine getting inside a narrow hole, how do you feel? It feels uncomfortable, like you need air or you need to move, well that is how your body feels. At night. After all of the activities you did throughout the day. Tired

So let’s make it easy, just change! That way you won’t get distracted or focus your attention in moving around or trying to find the a comfortable spot to work.

PRIORITIZE

We led busy lifestyles meaning that not every activity we have would be completed so don’t feel bad about that. Plan ahead of time, and know which activities you will leave for the night. Be realistic, it’s night time, you’d feel tired so don’t give yourself a lot of tasks, and if you have one big activity divide it into mini tasks so you don’t overwork past your limit. Every day review your list of tasks or your to do list and figure out the importance of each one of them. Figure out if all of them are worth your limited time and energy, you don’t necessarily need to pull an all nighter.

A tip for you is to organize your activities by categories, this allows you to recognize which task is more important than the others. What I like to do is an ABCD categories, meaning:

A: Crucial --> I need to do this right now

B: Less important --> I can do this in a few hours

C: I shoul get this done --> Essencial task but I can do it tomorrow

D: I still got time --> I can do it the day after tomorrow or next week

This way you can analyse which tasks you can leave for the night and which ones you’ll do in the morning.

Another tip is giving yourself a time limit to decide until what time you will have your work done. This works for me, it might not work for you, but I always tell myself to stop working (even if I haven’t finish) around 11 pm max. so I could sleep more and don’t get exhausted. By the way, this also helps for your skincare; your skin cells start rejuvenate at 10pm and stops at 2am the next day, so it’s a way to help your skin stay fresh, young and healthy.

HYDRATE

This one is simple, JUST DRINK WATER!! There’s nothing more to say, water helps you stay energized and that transforms in motivation to be productive. So give your body a happy boost you’ll thank yourself later.

Here are some beverages that helps you stay hydrated in case you want to try different things.

WET RAG

Get any rag you find, get it wet then squish it to take away the excess of water, next put it in your freezer and wait 20-30mins after that put it around your back side of your neck and that is everything you need to do! Very simple! Now, why?The back of your neck absorbs the heat of the environment quicker than any other part, and by doing that you get agitated or some kind of discomfort because you’re warming your body so it gets relaxed to a way of tiredsome.

So if you put around that area a cold wet rag you make your body cool down and helps you improves your circulation, ease stress and increase the alertness, in short words it keeps you active. Think about this: when you shower with lukewarm or cold water it wakes you up inmediatly and that is what happens with the wet rag but in a minor scale.

If you ever heard of the myth: “If you feel sleepy get your face wet”, well that is true, you wake up when you splash water to your face but sometimes that effect only lasts for a few minutes, if you want the whole experience put it in your neck for at least 15 minutes.

Another benefit of this, that you can do it at any time you wish, is that a heated neck is a big enemy for the pores. When your neck is hot it inscreases your natural control sebum making your pores enlarged which leads to wrinkles, pimples and more, so try this! Try putting a cold wet rag around the back of your neck because is very benefitial!

POMODORO

You heard of this before. You can work for 25 minutes and take a break of 5 minutes, this completes the cycle and this 30 minute period is then called a “pomodoro.” After four pomodoros, you take a longer break (15-30 minutes). Of course, the great part about ths method is that you can custumize it to your liking; you can take more time (without excessing) or less time if you are in a hurry. There are a buch of app you can search in the app store (I use Forest because not only it helps you not procrastinate but you’re helping the world by planting real trees) and even google extensions when you’re working in your computer.

Here are other blogs that can help you understand this method:

“The Pomodoro Technique” @studious-simplicity

“How to: my pomodoro technique” @aestaeric

That is everything that I have for today, I hope these tips are somehow a help for you and that you have lots of days full with productivity and happiness which is the most important.

rayslablr out!

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