#let's do a bottle episode pls

[mercurie-and-me]

going insane over the ben/tara/christian dynamic in e7-9 bc like it's not a case of one of them being the clear antagonist or anything, all of them have done things that were wrong. ben read tara's journal and evidently didn't trust her at all, also he was the one who prolonged his own suffering and made things awkward by not letting tara break up with him. tara emotionally cheated on him and expects christian to immediately be her boyfriend again with little regard for his own friendship with ben. and christian spent the entire night lying across from tara and staring at her, fully aware that she was ben's girlfriend, and is now gaslighting her into thinking it meant absolutely nothing to him when that's so obviously not true. it's just all such a mess and they've all hurt each other so badly at this point and also i'm obsessed with all of it

#my gf said grace should convince ms raine to lock the three of them in a classroom until they figure this out and i'm in full support #let's do a bottle episode pls #dance academy #s3e09

[g0ldenzinnie]

Princess Treatment x NCT 127

Featuring: Nct 127 Hyung line Genre: Fluff, suggestive, sweet boys and a little of them being dom. Word count: 2.7k Note: Sorry for the delay but here they are, soon I'll publish the maknae line and then the Johhny fic. Hope you like it <3.

Taeil x cooking for you. 

Even though he has the money to buy you a whole restaurant, he cooks for you every time he can. And I don’t mean cooking fried eggs and rice for dinner. I mean plates worth three Michelin stars. He would make you try new and extravagant things. However, every single one of them is cooked magnificent under his hands. 

“Try this” He spoke, offering you a spoon with sautéed vegetables. You were sitting on the counter with your legs crossed. Watching your boyfriend getting inspiration. You bend over and eat his creation, being delighted with the result. 

“Taeil, it’s so good.” You said smiling. He was looking at you determined. “Really? He asked looking at every detail of your expression to see if you were telling the truth. “Because I think it’s salty.” He says, trying another spoon, leaning his head and nodding. “Yeah, it’s salty.” 

“Baby, it’s fine. Now can I help you please? I feel useless here.” You said getting down from the kitchen counter and facing the other vegetables he had on a kitchen board. But you couldn’t even touch them, since Taeil wrapped you in his arms and took you away from his working area. You tried to resist, but he made his grip stronger. Smiling at how cute you looked, trying to get away from his arms. 

“You won’t move a finger my love. You are my princess after all.” He then leaves you on the door of the kitchen and places a kiss on your forehead.

 “Now, please relax on the couch, watch your series and your dinner will be there in no time.” He said smiling brightly to you. You sigh and roll your eyes. “Fine. But next time, dinner’s on me.” You reclaim while you direct to the couch. But both of you knew Taeil would still cook for you anyway. 

You were watching half of the episode of your series when Taeil arrives with two plates. He then comes with a fancy bottle of wine and two glasses. Maybe the dinner looked fancy, but you would still sit on the couch with the coffee table as your dining room. 

That is the thing you loved about being with Taeil. He felt like home, a comfy and warm home. But still he would never make you feel ordinary. 

You talk about everything, Taeil listening carefully as always, asking you questions about your day or the gossip of your workplace. His focus is completely into your words. As if it were some kind of sonnet. When you finished talking and eating, you tried to get up to clean up the dishes, but he stopped you, pushing you to the couch. 

“Baby, at least let me clean the pl-” You were interrupted by a kiss on your lips. He smoothly takes the plate from your hands and leaves it on the coffee table. Guiding his hands now to your tights, going up slowly to your waist. “They can’t wait.” He said close to your lips with a playful smile. You chuckle before kissing him back. 

Johnny x Princess Passenger. 

Johnny's favorite dates were when you just got into the car and drove. It didn’t have to be somewhere in particular. He just needed you in the passenger seat, some music and the road. So, everything you asked for in the car was yours. You wanted to drive through? Right away. You wanted to put on the music? Ok for him. You wanted just to sleep? Bend the seat, he’ll be quiet. 

For him, you could be doing anything and still love your company in the car. But he had one condition. As you know your boyfriend very well, he is very clingy. He needs to touch you to feel easy. And that includes even when you are in the same car. It can be touching your hand, or your thigh, or something else. Even though you love that about him, you would still tease him some days. 

And today was definitely one of those days.

It was 10:00 PM, when Johnny called you. It was a surprise since you thought he would be working till late at night. “Hello?” You responded confused on the phone. “Let 's ride.” Your boyfriend responded with his usual excited voice. You can already imagine that playful smile on his face at the other side of the line. 

“I thought you were working late.” You said while putting your shoes on. “Well, I am…” He said on the speaker. You try not to laugh, because you know your boyfriend. “And?...” You responded, making him continue. “Well, I escaped.” He confessed. You laugh. “Johnny, one day you will get fired.” You said getting up from your bed. You heard the laugh of Johnny through your phone.

 “Just get your ass in my car. We’re going to get ice cream.” The thoughts in your head disappeared when you heard the magical word. “Yay! Ice cream!” So now you were in his car eating your favorite ice cream, hearing pitch perfect. Your life couldn’t get any better. “Give me some.” Johnny asked while driving. You handed him a spoon, and naturally like a professional he ate it with his eyes on the road. You found that so hot about him. 

By instinct, he then leaned his head towards your hand. Looking for your caring,  As I mentioned before, you were feeling a little playful. So instead of letting him feel your hand as you usually did, you removed your hand. 

Him, completely confused, tries to catch your hand again. But you put it out of his reach, again. “Hey, what’s gotten into you?” he asks, looking at you weird. “Nothing” you say while holding your laughter. He nods and tries another move, this time reaching your tight. His grip was firm and secure. You bite your lip, knowing that he is just trying to provoke you. You loved when he grabbed your tight like that. 

But still you removed his hand. You let out a little giggle when your boyfriend again tried to touch you. Letting him know that you were just messing with him. So he decided to pay you back. This time he used a little more force into his grip. Leaving your skin with red marks. You hold a moan biting your inner cheek. Johnny smirking at your reaction. 

“If you take out your hand one more time, I’m gonna have to pull over and punish you princess.” 

Taeyong x Giving you flowers 

It was believed that victorians gave the yellow tulips the meaning of “there's sunshine in your smile.”

This man would remind himself that every time he encountered you, he would have to give you flowers. And not just any kind of flower. Every time he gave you one, this would be different than the last one. 

And every single one of them had a specific meaning. He would probably investigate what kind of flower is and the meaning of his color. And do you think these flowers come alone? No, no. There is always a little note with a rhyme he created just for you. 

You were at your work cafe when you suddenly felt two taps on your shoulder and turned to find no one. You shrink your eyebrows, thinking you definitely feel someone calling you. To your surprise, you turned around and found a beautiful bouquet on your face. The man holding them was hiding behind them. But of course you knew who it was. 

“Tae, I thought you were on practice.” You say holding the bouquet and finding Taeyong behind with a smile. “I was, but that doesn't stop me from seeing my princess.” You smile sweetly hearing those words and looking at the flowers. 

They were beautiful yellow tulips. Taeyong, seeing your smile, grins for himself and says “That’s the smile.” You look at him confused, not understanding what he said. “What?” He shakes his head and just gets closer to you, placing a short and sweet kiss on your lips. 

“Nothing baby, c’mon I only have 10 minutes.” He quickly takes your hand and runs to one of the tables in the coffee shop. 

During those 10 minutes you talk about nonsense. Taboo topics like the gossip in your workplace and in his. Some drama that happened with the members, ending in another hilarious fight between Haechan and Doyoung. 

You laugh when Taeyong tells you this, imagining the dynamic duo screaming like they usually do. But you didn’t notice the moment you started laughing, Taeyongs chest filled with the air, gasping at how beautiful you looked right now. 

It’s just when you laughed, you took his breath away. It was like a hundred start lights were blinding him every time your smile appeared. And he was delighted by it. Without him noticing, he raised his hand to take yours. 

His gaze softened, focusing on you and you only. You stop giggling and look at him confused. “What?” He shakes his head, smiling now. “Nothing just… I love you so much.” You smile and intertwine your fingers with his. “I love you too.” He responds smiling and leaning closer to kiss your lips, but he was interrupted by your boss. 

“Y/n, stop smooching and get your ass back to work.” She says from the board. Your boyfriend giggles and looks at you mischievous. “Someone is calling you.” You sigh and nod. 

You get up from the chair, grabbing the flowers. “Thank you.” He smiles and caresses your cheek. “Of course princess.” He kissed you and left waving his hand like a little kid. You waved him back and went back to work.

 Afterwards, when you were alone and more calm, you checked the card that was attached to the flowers. When you read the message you blush and feel a warmness in your chest. 

"Her smile shines like rays of sunlight on a gloomy day, just like an angel, with every smile, she shines away the rain clouds, making my heart sway.”

Yuta x dress you. 

This might be understood as he chooses all of your clothes, but no. He literally dresses you. He must put on your clothes all the time. Zip your dress, put on your hoodie, lock your necklace, anything. 

But his favorite thing in the whole world is to tie your heels. He has something with your legs, So whenever he finds an opportunity, he touches them. And you knew it, so you used it every time for your own pleasure. 

One night, you were preparing yourselves for a gala party of the company. Yuta was tying the aces of his shoes on the bed, wearing a black suit that fit him in a way that should be illegal. The first two buttons of his black blouse were open, making his chest clear to the open. You bite your lip, watching your sexy boyfriend being totally naive of his reaction to you. 

So, since this morning you have been feeling a little… playful, you decided to tease him a little. You walked smoothly to him, Yuta still unaware of your presence. Just when you were in front of him, he raised his gaze. 

“What’s wrong darling?” He asked softly. You smiled in return, looking down at him. Slowly you raised your leg, leaving it discovered because of your black long leg cutout dress, until your heel was between his legs, pressed against the mattress. 

You gave him an innocent look, that both of you know it was fake. Still, he smiled wide looking at you up and down. He loved this act of yours. You smile in response and ask softly. “Would you help me baby?”

He analyzes your leg, going down slowly, finishing in your unwrapped heel. He chuckles, shaking his head. “You’re trying to provoke me, princess?” He says before straightening to have a better posture. You just shrink your shoulders. “I don’t know what you are talking about.” He giggles at your act of innocence.

His hand went to your leg slowly. Caressing your calf with his thumb, sending you chills to your core. He then reached out for your heel. Tying it like a professional, since he has done this so many times. 

After finishing, he gets close to your ankle leaving a soft kiss on your skin. You chuckle at the sensation, making your boyfriend have his known playful smile. He tapped your leg twice. “The other one, please”. 

You obey him by changing the leg. He makes the same process. His thumbs moved gently, like your skin was made of glass. You close your eyes, feeling relaxed and aroused by his movements. As you always did. 

But you suddenly feel a little puncture on your leg. You let out a little scream and open your eyes, to find Yuta giggling. He had just bitten you. You gasp looking at him outraged. “Meany” You say smiling. “Teaser” He responds by getting up quickly, wrapping you in his arms and starting to kiss your neck. 

You giggle and try to stop him. "Baby the gala." He separates and smiles playful. "Don't think you're getting away with this. The night has just started princess."

Doyoung x pays for everything

This man doesn’t even let you take out your wallet. You find amazing the ability Doyoung has to pay that fast. Whenever you try to pay, he already has his card in his hand, saying that “he got it.” It happens in restaurants, fairs, malls, even in gift shops. You can’t escape Doyoung’s money.  

Even when he was not present. 

You were facing yourself in front of the hairdresser mirror. With your new haircut, that you would still be trying to settle with. You wanted a change for this year, so you thought that your hair would be the perfect victim. 

“So what do you think?” Your aunt asks, owner of the hairdresser. You always got your hair with her. She had an undisputed talent. 

“It 's amazing. Thank you auntie.” You respond, getting up from the chair. “So how much do I owe you?” You turn around, facing her. When you do, you find a nervous face. Shrinking eyes and a tense smile. 

“Yeah well, about that…” You look at her confused, but in just two seconds you got your answer. “No he didn’t” You say angry. Your aunt gives you an expression of defeat. “I told him it wasn’t necessary, but he insisted. And he gave me, well, a good tip.” 

Of course he did, you thought. You thanked your aunt once again and went directly to your shared apartment you had with your boyfriend downtown. Knowing he would be there, to finally face him. 

After a 10 minute walk, you finally reach your apartment, finding Doyoung on the couch. He gave you a wide smile, analyzing your look and instantly loving it. “Someone is looking gorgeous.” He says flirty getting up to embrace you with a hug. 

“Thanks to you.” You say in a not so motivated way. He separates from you, looking confused. “What do you mean?” 

“You paid my aunt for my haircut.” He didn’t change his confused look. “So?” He asks you. You sigh and separate to go to the kitchen. “I wanted, for once, to pay for something by myself.” You turn quickly. “It’s not that I’m not thankful.” Doyoung shrinks his eyebrows. “Good, because you don’t seem like it.” You close your eyes in desperation. 

“That is not what I wanted to express.” You pause for a moment, and sight. “I just… I just feel like I’m taking advantage of you.” You feel your chest heavy, finally confessing that you felt guilty everytime he wasted his money with you. 

But for him, it wasn't a waste. He got close to you, slowly to not scare you. You long for an exhausted or tired face on your boyfriend. But you only find a sweet and dearing face. Doyoung takes your face gently, caressing your cheeks with your thumbs. 

“My princess, you can use me in any way you want.” He got close and gave you a peek on the lips. “It will never bother me.” You giggle and shake your head. “That doesn’t make me feel better.” You respond, wrapping your arms around your neck. He chuckles and gives another kiss on the lips. This one is deeper and stronger. He separates, giving you little kisses on the cheek and starts to talk in your ear.

“Maybe you’ll feel better when we go out and eat in a nice restaurant. So everyone can see that new haircut of yours.” You smirk, taking your boyfriend's face, for him to see you. “At least let me pay for dessert.” 

He then smirks and leans his forehead against yours. “You are the only dessert I need.” 

#nct #nct fluff #nct scenarios #nct 127 #nct x reader #nct imagines #nct 127 scenarios #127 #moon taeil #nct yuta nakamoto #doyoung #lee taeyong #taeyong nct #johnny nct

[d0g0r0t]

Any dating Toby hcs???? (ФωФ)

Dating Toby Hcs

He's a very jealous and affection lover. He will get on his hands and knees for you.

When it comes to pda he's a sucker for it. Your his and everyone in this damn room knows it.

Won't let go unless your literally scraping him off of you using all your might just to get his fingers off of you.

Braggs about you to the WHOLE mansion. Saying how pretty you are and how cool and strong you looked last mission and how beautiful your wet hair looked right after a shower.

Will not shut up about you.

He made his own love language honestly. After every mission he will come back with SOMETHING.

Whether it be bones, rocks, glass, crystals, bottle caps, the list goes on.

Before you know it it's in his pocket and ready to be given to you with a excited smile on his face.

He's completely different when you guys are alone. When you guys are in public he's that scary dominant boyfriend but when he's just with you he's soft and submissive.

PLSPLSPLS TELL HIM ITS OK AND HOW PRETTY HE IS!!!

He got the short end of the stick in life and takes everyone's bull shit your the only good thing he has please be patient and gentle. :(

Will fuck someone up if they look at you wrong. And has.

He especially loathes it when men look at you. He's the only man in your life who matters and when other shows interest in you he's growling like a territorial dog.

When he has episodes he won't let go of you. You guys will spend hours in silence just holding each other

But sometimes his anger gets the better of him and the littlest things set him off.

He doesn't mean to lash out on you but sometimes he can't hold his tongue.

So after a good yelling he'll stomp off to God knows where for a few hours.

And after those few hours he's at you knees begging for forgiveness. He feels HORRIBLE afterwards and will be your little puppy and do anything for you thinking you'll leave him.

Whenever he lashes out he always feels like his father and it makes him sick to his stomach.

So just tell him it's ok and you didn't take any of his words to heart. Hold him close and wrap yourselves in heavy blankets and turn off the lights.

Will cry.. he will cry.

He's very insecure about your relationship. Everything he does wrong he thinks you'll leave him and it makes him go into panics. He's honestly surprised you stayed this long

So PLS give him constant reassurance

OK!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE REQUEST!! I HAVE SO MANY MORE HCS I JUST DONT WANT THIS TO BE TO LONG

#creepypasta #slenderman #ticci toby #ticci toby x reader #toby rogers #x reader #crp

[crisiscutie]

yandere female sephiroth with a fem darling who's really clingy and sweet to her pls? calling her mommy, constantly following her around, nuzzling into her tits and wanting to suck on them, hiding behind her/burying her head in her tits when the other male sephiroths come around, grinding against her thighs, begging to eat her out and to get eaten out by her and just wanting to be mommy's good little girl

tysm for ur time!

Yandere Female Sephy headcanons with NSFW? Alrightly. HoS episode.

Content Warnings: NSFW, Mommy Kink. Milk/Nursing Kink. Noncon/Dubcon. Teratophilia.

When the other Sephiroths came back from their conquests, they weren't terribly surprised to see yet another version of themselves in this strange house.

Just another competitor for their precious darling's affection.

AC Sephiroth's patience had worn thin as he added yet another Sephiroth to his hit list. But he is still eager. His excitement within builds as the time for his plan to fully claim darling drew near.

You felt oddly at ease with this female Sephiroth. Sure, at your first meeting, she was absolutely terrifying:

She tried to smother you with her large breasts and the soft, cold steel of her Masamune brushed against your sensitive skin. Yet lately, she's been nothing but loving and caring.

But maybe it's a cruel trick for you to let your guard down? But no matter; you're falling for her.

She is already at an advantage over the other Sephiroths since she can enter your garden feeling no revulsion or anger. Or so you think.

And you definitely did not call her "mommy" when you two first cuddled together, no no. It was a slip of tongue. Probably because C.C calls you that in your most intimate moments and the damn word made its way into your vocabulary.

Sephiroth was taken aback when you addressed her as mommy, but when she saw the happiness it brought you both, she gladly accepted it.

She began to push your body closer and closer to her large breasts. You tried to hide the blush on your face, but in the end you were powerless and could not resist any longer.

You love the way her large, pillowy breasts jiggle when she moves. And they provided a good wall between you and her male counterparts.

As you lay against her breasts, her shapely fingers gracefully moved up and down your delicate body.

"You enjoy this, don't you, darling?"

You nodded, and in your shyness, you couldn't help but nuzzle into her breasts.

She wrapped her shapely fingers around your jaw, gently prying it open as her other hand freed her bare, swollen breast from the confines of her trench coat.

Before you can ask her what her intentions are, she quickly pushes her large nipple into your mouth.

You hesitantly sucked on the flesh, feeling so out of place. This was incredibly common with C.C and his twin, and now you're on the receiving end. What an odd reversal.

Soon, love and comfort radiated through you; it was like your bond with her was deepening. It's no wonder why C.C loves doing this with you and why he won't drink from a bottle.

When her corrupted milk flowed into your mouth, you involuntary squirmed. Her hand continued to wander down your body, coming to rest at your nub and stroking it.

"Be still, darling~,"

You began to eagerly suck on her nipple. She responded with a dark, seductive laugh. The milk is now pouring into your mouth.

"That's it, take of all of mommy's milk, my sweet girl..."

Those words had the same smoky, sinister resonance when you two first met.

You don't care though; you just wanted more of her creamy, thick milk.

You felt your bond with her growing stronger and stronger, almost like two parasites that had latched onto each other.

After that, she began nursing sessions more and more, determined to make you crave her milk.

Even as you slide your wetness across her thighs, asking her to eat you out or for you to eat her out, she will delicately demand that you drink her milk first.

Of course, you would happily oblige.

Though, sometimes you wish she wouldn't be so rough with you in sex.

Much like some of her male counterparts, she doesn't seem to cut you any breaks, even when she's in a good mood.

She often enjoys the friction of her wetness against yours as she sits atop you in the Amazon-position, tightly grasping your delicate ankles.

Her big, wet clit mockingly pressed against your little erect clit, a sign of her dominance.

You would beg her to stop and show you mercy, but she was deaf to your pleas, laughing wildly and ranting as just like OG Sephiroth.

One day, she beckoned you to the guest quarters, claiming she had a "surprise" for you.

She stood in front of you, her body curvaceous and inviting, with a small towel covering her lower body. Her heavy and swollen breasts were leaking corrupted milk.

"Is mommy's little girl ready for her surprise?"

When the towel is pulled away, an unsettling sight is revealed: a Jenova Spawn clinging to her, its tentacles sunk deep into her orifices, keeping it securely fastened to her form.

Her big, sensitive clit was standing up and quivering with desire.

Her slit pupils were constricted as her big clit twitched rapidly, signs of her dark desire towards you.

One of the spawn's sucker tentacles reached up to her clit, giving it a long suck.

The sucker tentacle seemed to pump her clit rhythmically.

You were filled with terror as a combination of maniacal laughter and moans of pleasure escaped her lips while her clit rapidly enlarged and formed into a massive, veiny cock that had a mixture of both alien and human features.

"I'm immensely grateful to Mother for the opportunity to experience this~"

The size of her newly formed shaft was immense, making it impossible for you to take. It made Sephiroth's hands look small as she held it, it exuding pre-cum. She can't possibly... NO.

Her previous expression of sweetness and love had now morphed into a cruel and desirous expression, as if she was a lioness ready to devour her prey.

"You're so cute when you're nervous..." she said, as she pulls back the foreskin to show you just how bulbous the head is.

"Don't worry, you can suck on my tits while I fuck you! Wouldn't that be so good~"

You only stood in shock and terror. Her hands ran along the pleasure bumps of her new alien shaft, and her large breasts bounced with each step she took toward you.

Your Jenova Cells are your best hope for a swift recovery after this...

Yep, darling forgot this Sephy is just as deranged as her male counterparts. xD

#Yandere Sephiroth #Yandere Sephiroth x Reader #Yandere Final Fantasy #Yandere x Reader #Yandere x Darling #house of sephiroth au #crisis cutie #ff7 sephiroth #sephiroth #final fantasy 7 #female yandere x reader #sephiroth x reader #female yandere #yandere x female reader #yandere

[astrophileous]

Let's Put On a Show

Part 2 of 4 from The Countdown series.

The above image does not indicate the reader's physical appearance.

Pairing: Derek Morgan x Female Reader

Synopsis: As his undercover life begins, Derek finds that the biggest enemies he has to battle are past memories and resurfaced feelings.

Word Count: 7500-ish

Warning(s): 18+ NSFW CONTENT (minors dni); penetrative sex; vaginal fingering; alcohol consumption; derek might be a little bit of an asshole in certain parts; talks and/or implications of illegal trades (narcotics, firearms, explosives), human trafficking, past trauma (child abuse), reproduction, infertility (mentioned), coercion into sex (not by Derek), attempted rape (not by Derek), degrading nicknames (cocksle*ve—not by Derek), noncon strangulation during sex (not by Derek), physical violence, physical torture, violence against a child; pls lmk if I missed anything

Author's Note: this one is..... y'know what, I'll let you judge by yourself. pls be mindful of the warnings I've listed above. DON'T READ IF YOU THINK ANY OF IT MIGHT BE TRIGGERING. another special mention to @avis-writeshq for beta and for bearing with me 🥺💞 with that said, don't forget to LIKE+COMMENT+REBLOG &lt;3

Criminal Minds Masterlist

It was a couple of weeks later when Temples called for another meeting at the factory.

"Everything's set and good to go," Temples informed almost as soon as you had stepped into the threshold. "Derek Miller will be reporting for duty in two weeks."

Temples handed you the tablet containing a digital file filled with documents about Derek Miller's life. You were instantly reminded by the memory of receiving a similar looking tablet, scrolling through the endless documents of the persona you had been living with for the past few years.

"How do you wanna initiate contact?" you asked as you handed the tablet to Derek.

"I called in some favors from Bastoni. He's gonna vouch for Miller," Temples explained. "I trust you can handle the rest?"

You confirmed with a solid nod.

"It's happening," Derek muttered.

"You ready?"

Derek's eyes flew towards yours. "As I'll ever be."

"Good." A gentle breeze blew against your face, as if preparing along for the inevitable storm ahead. "Let's put on a show, shall we?"

"Derek."

Wrapped in your breathy moan, Derek's name was a world-class symphony. The soft expanse of skin glided against his own in a dance that he had known all too well. Above him, you were a goddess reincarnated, writhing for pleasure and setting flames to every nerve-ending in Derek's body.

"Derek, fuck. I'm gonna—"

"I know. I've got you, sweetheart." Derek's arms circled your waist, pulling you close until your chest was pressed against his. "Feel so good around me. Shit."

It took less than a minute for Derek to finally feel you coming undone around him, the sensation of your pulsating walls triggering his own release. Derek kept rutting up against you even as he was emptying himself into the condom, drawing tiny circles on your bundle of nerves and holding you tighter as your body spasmed some more from overstimulation.

Derek's lips brushed a feather-light touch on your cheek, tasting salt where sweat and tears of pleasure had mixed. You got up from his lap as soon as you regained the first bit of strength in your limbs, pretending that your legs weren't on the verge of breaking like sticks as you teetered towards the bathroom.

He was just returning from the kitchen with a bottle of water when you finally re-emerged.

"Let's put on a show," you suggested, now clad in your wrinkled shirt that was buttoned merely halfway.

Derek handed you the bottle before settling back under the duvet. "What do you wanna watch?"

"I don't know. What's on?"

You found your way back easily to Derek's side. It was muscle memory by now, the way you gravitated towards him and the way he'd welcome you easily into his arms. The bedroom lit up in the presence of your giddy smile when you saw one of your favorite Law & Order episodes playing on the TV.

"Hey," Derek spoke after ten full minutes of silence. "A buddy of mine is getting married next week."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"That's great."

"I wanted to see if you'd come with me."

The offer caught you off guard. Derek knew it from the way you tossed your attention so fast from the courtroom scene on the TV and towards him.

"Come with you to the wedding? As... your date?"

"Do you want to come with me as anything else?" Derek deadpanned.

An intangible weight shifted in the atmosphere when you decreased the TV volume all the way to zero. Derek didn't like the way you were examining him at that moment, as if you were trying to find a crack in an otherwise immaculate ornament.

"I thought you were fine with our arrangement the way it is."

"We've never even discussed it. You avoid me every time I try to bring it up."

Your chest swelled around a shaky breath. Derek never thought a few inches could feel like an entire ocean until he stared at the distance between where the two of you were sitting against the headboard.

"You don't wanna do this with me."

"What the hell does that mean?"

There was no mitigating the hostility in Derek's voice. He thought it must have been an act of fortification when you opted to leave the bed and began pacing the room, stepping further and further from him until the previous ocean finally metamorphosed into a freaking planet.

"I can't be somebody's girlfriend, Derek."

He ignored the resonant snap in his chest. "Can't or won't?"

"I won't because I can't. It's complicated. You don't understand."

"Then explain it to me." Derek rose from the bed, erasing the distance that had stolen you away from him. His chest felt thirty pounds heavier as he stood in front of you. "Help me understand. I want to understand. Please."

You sank on the edge of the mattress, with Derek kneeling before you as though prepared to launch himself forward if ever you would need him to. His hand hovered above your knee, dithering and unsure, petrified over the possibility of you pushing his hand—or worse, him—away.

"I've never had anyone in my life aside from my brother. Nobody before you." Derek perched his hand on your thigh at your revelation. "I don't know how to be with someone. How to care for them. How to love. I've been alone most of my life, and I work better that way. I only know how to be alone."

"That's not true," Derek denied abruptly. "You know how to be with me."

"That's different."

"How is that different?"

"Because you haven't needed anything else but sex from me up until now."

Derek faltered in shock.

You didn't think you ever saw him looking so wounded.

"That's what you think? That I've only ever used you for sex?"

"That's not what I meant."

"Sounds like that's exactly what you meant to say to me." Nothing could be more fragile than the voice that roused when he next spoke, "Is it something I said? Did I do something to make you believe that sex was all I wanted from you?"

"No, Derek. Of course not. Dammit, I told you I didn't mean it like that." You ran an agitated hand over your face before continuing, "We've never spent time with each other that didn't start or end with our clothes off. That's how it's always been between us, and I'm okay with that. I'm good at sex. That's why everything has worked out so far. But a relationship?" You laughed sardonically. "I don't know how to do it. What will happen when you need me to be there for you, and I'm constantly letting you down? What will happen when you start needing more than just my body, only to realize there's nothing left inside of me to offer?"

The air thickened around your throat.

You peered up to see whether or not Derek had caught that last bit of slip-up in your extempore speech. You hadn't meant to divulge it. You hadn't meant to articulate your fear so plainly in front of him like that.

What will happen when you start needing more than just my body, only to realize there's nothing left inside of me to offer?

Slowly, as though trying not to startle an easily-spooked rabbit, Derek took a seat right beside you on the bed. The scent of sandalwood attacked your senses instantaneously.

"You have so much to offer than you realize, sweetheart," Derek murmured. "You're every good thing in my life, can't you see?"

You shook your head in rebuttal. "That's the thing. I'm not good, Derek. You can't see it now, but you will eventually."

"Sweetheart—"

"I'm gonna hurt you, you know?" You looked up at him through the pooled tears in your waterlines. Derek decided right then and there that he despised the sight of you crying in front of him. "Maybe not today. Maybe it won't be tomorrow either. But someday, somehow, I will do something—or say something stupid, because that's what I do—and you'll hate me for it."

"That's fucking impossible."

"You don't believe I'm capable of hurting you?"

"No." His hand flew to your face, dragging a comforting thumb on the anxious lines that had embellished your forehead. "I don't believe I'm capable of hating you."

You loathed being at the depot in the middle of the day, especially underneath a scorching summer like this one. It was an uncommon occurrence that you found yourself there while the sun was still out. After all, whatever business was going down in that place called for discreet logistics, and since secrecy was a nighttime affair, you rarely visited the container yard during the day.

Alas, a big package coming in from Bolivia was supposed to arrive one week ago but found itself shipped elsewhere instead. This unexpected hiccup had drowned you in a copious amount of paperwork for days, followed by a substantial scoop into The Big Boss' personal vault. The delay also meant you had to do everything in broad daylight to catch up with the tight schedule on your hands. Kreczmar wasn't happy about the whole ordeal, and frankly, neither were you.

As you stood with your back against one of the disposed wooden crates, you kept an eagle eye on the men unloading the contents of the Bolivia containers out to the yard. There were three in total: two carrying the hottest illegal substances on the market, and another one filled with smuggled explosives and weaponry.

The men were pushing off the last crate from the second container when a figure plopped next to your right.

"We need to talk," Derek announced without so much as a greeting.

"Hello to you too."

You could feel his eyes on the side of your face as he spoke, "I'm stopping by your room later tonight."

"You can't. I'm expecting Kreczmar tonight."

Derek's stare was sweltering on your cheek. Even after the two months he had spent under, Derek couldn't warm up to the idea of your arrangement with Aleksander Kreczmar. In fact, he constantly scorned it at any given chance.

"Fine. I'll stop by after you're done."

"What is this about, Derek?"

"Not now, sweetheart. Later."

You watched as Derek walked away towards the other men, leaving you yearning alone over his retreating back.

In the span of two months, Derek had managed to fit in better than you initially thought he would. Miller the Stiller, they had dubbed him. Derek told you it was because he sent any room into a standstill due to his domineering presence—to which you had rolled your eyes blatantly to his face—but chatter from the back rooms told you that the nickname came from his good looks that, apparently, never failed to render anyone speechless.

As it turned out, Kreczmar's crooks were just as vulnerable to Derek Morgan's charm as the average women were. You didn't blame them. You, too, had fallen victim to that same charm many years ago.

Derek moved with authority among the sea of men, molding into the perfect puzzle piece to slot himself in between Kreczmar's thugs. You watched every inch of his movement like a hawk, stopping only when a rugged voice slashed through your pristine reverie.

"Ghost." Jan Borowicz stood to your left with the same signature frown across his graying eyebrows. His eyes, as always, were uncharacteristically warm for a man of his repute. "Something you should see."

You followed the middle-aged man to the back of another container, where you saw a figure crouching down with a hunched head between their knees. You didn't need to see their face to know who it was.

"Paolo." The 13 year-old looked up at the sound of his name. You rushed over to his side, your hands going straight to the fresh cuts and bruises smeared on the boy's face. "What happened?"

Paolo's eyes flared with fear. The answer you searched for eventually came from Jan, "I saw him with Ralph Grader earlier."

You recognized the name almost immediately. Grader was one of the new recruits from a few weeks ago; a petty thief who worked for one of Kreczmar's smaller branches before being transferred to the headquarters. You hadn't bothered memorizing anything else about the bastard—not even his face—because you thought he would be smart enough to realize his insignificance to never cause any trouble.

Well, you definitely got that one wrong.

"Is that true? Did Grader do this to you?"

Paolo never granted you a verbal answer, but the way he recoiled at the name told you everything you needed to know.

You turned to Jan with a newfound ire in your chest. "Where's Grader now?"

"Unloading with the rest of 'em."

You helped Paolo to his feet before marching over towards where the men were working. Most of them stopped in their tracks as soon as they saw you approaching, Jan and Paolo hot on your heels.

"Grader." Your voice was ice as it traveled throughout the group. "Ralph fucking Grader."

A scuffle at the back of the crowd caught your attention. It was a few seconds later when two of the men appeared in front of you, holding up a scruffy man—whom you could only assume as Grader—between the both of them. They shoved Grader on his knees, earning a rather loud hiss from the bastard.

"Let's not waste anyone's time and get straight to the point, shall we? You know why you're here." You reached for the gun in your holster, pulling it out before aiming the barrel to Grader's forehead. "You're gonna give me the answer I need before I finish counting to three, and I may have just enough mercy to let you keep your life."

"What—"

"One."

"Wait. Wait. Wait a second—"

"Two."

"I don't—"

"Th—"

"Okay! Okay! Fine, I confess!" Grader exclaimed. "It was me. I did that to him."

"You're not fucking stupid. Tell everyone what you did."

Grader trembled like a leaf before your eyes. You could read the forgiveness he sought with his gaze—no doubt similar to the one Paolo had flashed to him before he charged at the boy—and your chest glutted with relish to see the scoundrel grovel at your feet.

"I did it. I beat up Paolo," Grader confessed.

Tension fulminated in the air. Everybody was holding their breath as they waited to see what you would do next: show compassion or assign Ralph Grader an even worse fate than death?

The moment you lowered your gun from Grader's forehead, everyone knew that you had chosen the latter.

"You know what to do," you declared towards the two men—Vin and Al—who had brought Grader to you.

The two of them each grabbed Grader's arm before dragging him away from the scene. You didn't cast a single look towards Grader's direction even when he started pleading for his life.

"You can hold down the fort on your own, yeah?" you asked Jan, to which he gave you a single agreeing nod. "Good. Everyone else, back to work."

The crowd dispersed instantly upon your command.

As you were taking the first step to your leave, your eyes caught Derek's dark ones from the distance. Without another word, you turned around and followed Ralph Grader's drag marks on the ground, shunning the weight of Derek's stare that seemed to bore a hole straight through your skull.

"You okay?" Derek murmured in your ear.

Your answer was a stern nod—one that would satisfy any other person—but Derek Morgan was never any other person to you.

The man didn't hesitate to bid a quick goodbye to the host—claiming that there was an important errand the two of you needed to take care of, despite your incessant complaints—before pulling you along to the lot where his car was parked.

"Are you gonna tell me what's going on?" Derek questioned as soon as the car left the vicinity of Jennifer Jareau's house.

"Nothing's going on."

"You underestimate my ability to read you like an open book."

In the corner of his eye, Derek could see you staring out the window as if the city billboards were playing a non-stop rerun of your favorite movie. JJ's house shrinked in the rearview mirror with every yard the car sped through, and Derek thought he would suffocate in the silence if it continued any further.

He pulled up next to a curb as soon as he saw an empty spot he could park his car in. Confusion pranced in your eyes when Derek grabbed your hands in his.

"Talk to me."

"About what you said to JJ—" you evaded Derek's eyes, choosing to glout at your connected hands instead, "—did you mean that?"

Derek's forehead creased. He tried to pinpoint exactly which conversation with JJ you might have meant.

"About having a baby," you continued before Derek could ask you to clarify.

Understanding dawned on him in an instant.

JJ and Will had called for a merry celebration with the baby shower for their second child. All of Derek's dearest friends were in attendance, and he couldn't think of a more perfect opportunity to have you officially introduced to the team that had been his found family for the past several years. Some of them had met you in passing before, but this was the first occasion Derek could finally introduce you as his.

It was a joyous occasion, and in the midst of it all—after Derek had wished JJ a safe delivery and healthiness for both the mother and the baby—his blonde teammate had eyed the two of you cheekily and blurted out, "You guys are next, right?"

To which he replied without thinking, "Hopefully."

It was a lapse of judgment on his part, but Derek never expected the repercussions to be afflicting you this greatly.

"Hey, look at me." Derek's knuckles brushed against your cheekbone until your eyes leveled with him once more. "Don't take it to heart. I was making lighthearted conversations. I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by it."

"Maybe." You pushed his hand away from your face, and Derek nearly groaned at the loss of contact. "But it's still something you want to do, right? Maybe not now, but later down the road?"

"Sweetheart." Derek tried to coax you into looking at him again, sighing heavily when you refused. "Do you not want kids?"

Derek's question crashed like a sinking ship in the air; slow and painful, catastrophic and dreadful. The firm grip he had on your knee would usually suffice as a life vest, but at that moment, the touch was nothing more than a stack of stones weighing you down even further.

"It's not about what I want."

"What do you—"

"I can't have kids."

There was no concealing the shock on Derek's face.

Out of everything he expected you to say, nothing could have prepared him for that admission. He didn't know how to respond to such a vulnerable confession. The way you were sitting right then, though—pressed against the door with your knees pointed away from Derek, as if you were an impala cornered by a lion—told him that any physical gesture he could present wouldn't be responded in kind.

"How long have you known?" was what Derek ended up asking after a while had passed.

"I think I've always known. It's not that I... I don't... There's no medical reason behind it. It's just something I can't do, Derek. Do you understand?"

He did.

Derek didn't think he could understand anyone better than he understood you at that moment.

As he watched your fingers trifle with the hem of your top, the abstract doodles in his head rearranged into a much clearer picture. He knew, then, that your incapability to have children wasn't caused by any physical factor. You simply wouldn't permit yourself to believe that you were capable of doing it.

It didn't take a genius to understand that this incapability was nothing less than a fear in disguise, stemmed from the years of abuse you had to endure as a child.

Derek hated to be profiling you during times like this, but the skills he had harvested from years on the job didn't exactly come with an off button. He had seen cases like this; where constant disappointment from loved ones gradually evolved into disappointment of one's self. Where the threat of projecting that same disappointment on others often led to drastic measures being taken.

In this case, the fear of turning out like your parents led you to believe that you didn't deserve to be a mother.

And that couldn't be further from the truth.

When Derek tried telling you this, you automatically shut down his attempt.

"Please, Derek. I know what you're trying to say. And I know that technically, you're right. But I just... I can't, okay? This isn't up for debate. I'll never be able to have kids. Not now. Not ever."

The finality of your words was indisputable.

Derek appraised you in its aftermath.

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Not now. Not ever," Derek emphasized, grabbing your hand to circle a soothing touch on top of it. "You're in charge here, baby. We won't do anything you don't wanna do. You should know by now that I'd follow you blindly anywhere you lead me to."

"But I thought... Don't you want kids?"

"I want you more." Derek kissed you as though he was foregrounding his promise. The residual apprehension in your body evaporated at the first taste of his lips. "You're all I need, sweetheart."

The sight of your smile awakened something in Derek's chest. As he basked in your luminance, Derek could feel the shape of three little words consolidating inside of him. They frolicked around as if waiting to be said out loud, but Derek bit his tongue before they could slip past his lips.

The three little words could wait.

After all, there would be other opportunities for him to confess his undying love to you.

There were two rapid knocks on the door, a pause, a knock, a pause, and then another knock.

Derek Morgan was at the door.

It was already the third time Derek had ever been in the comfort of your bedroom, but it was the first time he stepped in there so soon after you had just finished your appointment with Kreczmar. The evidence of your time with the crime lord was still palpable in the unkempt state of your bed. Derek never thought the sight of ruffled bed sheets could feel like hot coals being shoved forcefully down his throat, and yet here he was.

"Drink?" you suddenly asked from your place by the liquor table.

There was no chance for him to respond before you thrusted a glass of whiskey in his face.

"It's not poisoned," you quipped after seeing the reluctance in his eyes. "I just got it as a gift. Old Fitzgerald. Good stuff."

Derek's jaw hardened the moment you mentioned the word gift. He didn't need further clarification to guess from whom "the gift" had originated.

"No, thanks." He put down the glass back on the table. "If you don't mind."

"Suit yourself."

The robe you were wearing spread out the second you sat down on the ottoman bench, revealing the naked length of your legs. Derek used to memorize every inch of those limbs better than he could memorize the lines on his palm.

"You said you wanted to talk?" you questioned.

Derek watched as you leaned back against the foot of the bed. Your navel was nearly exposed to him from this new position, but you crossed one of your legs over the other before you could flash him a peek. With the golden drink in your hand, you were the definition of a sinful temptation.

Derek buried his hands in his pockets and looked away. "I'm hearing chatter about a shipment coming in a couple of weeks. It's not listed in any of the existing manifests."

"Have you checked with the ones still awaiting approval?"

"I did. None in there as well."

"Hm. Interesting." You took a sip of your drink, savoring the burn while you lost yourself in contemplation. "Is the intel legit?"

"I heard it from Lascano."

You hummed thoughtfully at the name.

Mateo Lascano was one of Kreczmar's trusted right-hand men, though you'd argue that his loyalty resembled that of a guard dog just to see the man tremble with rage. You never liked the guy, and fortunately for you, the feeling was very much reciprocated. He harbored a nasty gash on his left cheek courtesy of your pocket knife from that one time he had challenged you to a spar after questioning your competence in front of Aleksander Kreczmar himself.

The taste of victory from that day was still sweet on your tongue, even underneath the bitter note from the whiskey you were nursing.

"He's an asshole, but his words do warrant some substance." You rose from your seat and headed for the liquor table to top up your glass. "I'll see what I can find out about it from Kreczmar."

"You think that's wise?"

"Why wouldn't that be?"

"He may get suspicious."

"I have my own ways with him. Trust me."

Derek's fists clenched against his sides.

You should have known by now that Derek's objections were never a matter of trust. He might still be leery about trusting you with his heart, but there was no question whether or not he would trust you with his life. Derek knew you would dive in front of a bullet for him if given the chance; a sentiment he both shared and requited in kind.

He did, however, have a strong disapproval of your so-called ways of handling things with Kreczmar.

"What's your plan, sweetheart? Fuck the bastard until you loosen his tongue?"

The drink in your hand stopped swirling. The glass fell with a loud thump when you slammed it back on the table.

"What the fuck is your problem?!"

"My problem?" Derek gritted his teeth. He stalked forward as though you were a convenient prey, blocking every possible exit until the only respite you were left with was the wall against your back. "You want to know what my problem is?!"

The next thing you knew, Derek had gripped your robe in his hand, yanking on the collar until you let out a reflexive shriek.

"This—" Derek began, his voice suddenly taking on a more gentle edge, reiterated by the touch he brushed against your neck, "—is what my fucking problem is."

You didn't need to look in the mirror to know what Derek was seeing in his eyes; to know what kind of marks you would glimpse if a reflection of you were to spawn in the middle of the room at that exact same second. After all, those bruises on your neck were pretty much identical to the ones that had tarnished your skin so many times prior. They always appeared in the ugliest splotches of blue, red, and purple, encircling your throat in the shape of Aleksander Kreczmar's hand.

You flung Derek's hands away before securing the robe tightly around yourself. There was a reason you liked that robe. It covered up your dirty little secret from any prying eyes.

Except for Derek's.

"How long has it been going on?" he asked.

You couldn't answer him.

What would Derek do if he found out that Kreczmar had been hurting you that way for as long as you had known the man?

The first time it happened, you hadn't seen it coming. Kreczmar left you gasping for air in the middle of your bed as soon as he was done, paying not even the slightest attention to the fact that you had nearly lost your life in his hand.

After numerous times going through the same thing, though, you eventually managed to learn how to ensure your survival by the time Kreczmar was done having his way with you.

It was a fucked up situation in an equally fucked up life. You made your peace with it a long time ago. This was merely an occupational hazard that you needed to learn to live with.

When you told Derek as much, the man proceeded to glower.

"Occupational hazard? That's all your life amounts to you? A fucking occupational hazard?!"

"What the hell do you want me to do here, Derek?"

"To stop being stupid, that's what."

"Stupid?" That single word was a blade through your chest. Red, fiery anger filled the gaping wound it left behind with every second that ticked by. "You're calling me stupid for doing my fucking job?!"

"It's not your job to offer yourself up as a punching bag for that bastard!"

"Yes, it is! My God, Derek. Of course, it is. You and I both know that it's part of the job description. It's a sacrifice I have to make for the greater good."

"And I'm telling you right now that you don't need to make that sacrifice. Nothing is worth putting yourself up as a sacrifice." Derek's voice fizzled to a low murmur, leaking desperation where his previously intact vigor had been punctured. "There are other ways to do this, sweetheart. I can help you find another way."

"Another way? You don't think I've thought of that after more than four years in this hell hole? Do you seriously think that letting myself be used by Kreczmar, keeping my life and my body at his disposal, was my first fucking choice?!"

Derek couldn't hide the physical reaction he had at your words. He couldn't help it. The thought of what Kreczmar had done and could do to you pained him more than what any type of injury could inflict on his body.

The man saw your knees buckle, but he could only watch you fall onto the edge of the bed after you smacked his hands away when he sprung forward to help. Derek swallowed down the bile in his throat. In front of him, your shoulders drooped as if Atlas himself had bequeathed his burden for you to bear.

"Miller the Stiller. That's what they call you, right? Tell me, who came up with the name?"

Derek frowned at the unexpected question. "Why?"

"Just fucking answer me, Derek."

"It was McCloskey."

"Justin McCloskey?" The scoff that fell from your lips echoed in the heated room. McCloskey was a drunk and a pervert who constantly begged to have his mouth taped shut. It didn't surprise you to find out that he had been the one responsible for Derek's nickname. After all, assigning nicknames to other people seemed to be one of his favorite downtime activities. "Do you know the story of how he lost the tip of his pinky finger?"

Derek could hear the blood surging in his veins. "Did you do that to him?"

"I did. Right after he tried to rape me." You rose from the bed languidly, as if you didn't just drop a bomb that obliterated every piece of Derek's whole sanity, and headed back to the liquor table to snatch the drink you left behind. "He wasn't the first. Others had groped me, sneaked into my room when I wasn't looking. McCloskey just happened to pull the short end of the stick. He used to make everyone call me a cocksleeve, did you know that?"

Of course not. Derek had no way of knowing it, and you knew that. Still, you let the question hang in the air out of pure spite.

"Those same people who worship your ass now, Derek, are the same dickheads who used to treat me like garbage. What I did to McCloskey didn't even hinder them. It wasn't until Kreczmar implied his claim over me did those bastards finally leave me alone." You ambled back towards the bed, now with a much-needed drink in hand, before sitting back down on the soft mattress. "I know you think that I brought myself into this situation, and you're right, I did. But only because it was the only way for me to survive."

A temporary silence settled in the room. Derek allowed it to simmer because he didn't know what to say.

"We're stuck in the same game but in two completely different playing fields, Derek." You smiled ruefully. "I didn't have the luxury to pick my own battles as you obviously do. If being known as The Big Boss' side piece was the only way for me to get my foot in the door, then I was completely willing to do it. It took me four years to garner the same amount of respect that you've gained after being here for only two months. So don't talk to me about finding another way, because whatever it is you can think of, I've done it. Believe me."

With everything off your chest, you gulped the remaining drink in the glass, savoring the burn it ignited all the way down your throat. The pressure solidifying in your ribcage traveled to your head at an agonizing pace. You closed your eyes to brace yourself for the incoming headache.

It felt like hours later, when in reality, it must have been mere minutes when you eventually heard the first shuffle of feet. Even without opening your eyes, Derek's presence was incontestable as it circled your bedroom. Your ears followed his movements until he stopped by the bed, directly in front of where you were sitting.

Gentle fingers hooked themselves beneath your chin, tugging upward and urging your eyes to open once more.

"What are you doing?" you asked as Derek sat down next to you. In his hand was a bottle of ointment that you had previously stored on the vanity table.

"May I?" Derek asked as his other hand reached forward, skimming above the neckline of your robe without actually touching. "Please."

Two frail nods from you were the only confirmation that Derek needed.

His touches were butterfly wings against your skin. They fluttered until the left sleeve of your robe pooled around your elbow, revealing your shoulder and decolletage, dangerously close to where the curves of your breast began.

When he rubbed the fragrant ointment on the odious bruises specking your neck, your chest deflated in an exhale.

"Does it hurt?" Derek asked.

You shook your head no.

In fact, Derek's ministrations were the exact antonym of pain. He handled you as if you were porcelain, infused with fragility and in need of utmost care. You couldn't remember the last time anyone had touched you that way—so tender and loving, without an ounce of malevolent intention buried underneath—but you were willing to bet that it had also been Derek who gave you those last few soft touches before you were rammed into this belligerent life.

You were lost in the rapture, only realizing that a moment had gone by when Derek finally shook you back to reality.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

Your responding sigh was music to his ears. "Don't stop."

Who was he to deny the plea of a reincarnated goddess, anyway?

Instead of withdrawing after he was done applying the ointment, Derek opted to lean in, kissing every patch of contusion and condemning the abysmal memories tied to it away. A flicker started in the pit of your stomach for each one of his kisses, but once Derek slid further down your body, those same flickers turned into fireworks that erupted in tandem with the drag of his lips.

"Derek—"

He shushed you against your collarbone. "I'm sorry for what I said, sweetheart. Let me make it up to you. Let me make you feel good, hm?"

You were barely able to nod before he lurched forward and tugged your robe further down.

You couldn't quell your moan when Derek's mouth latched onto your nipple, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud until you felt it standing taut. Your other breast became the object of his fingers' attention as they toyed with it, squeezing and massaging before his mouth decided to switch places between the two.

After he successfully transformed you into a panting mess, Derek pulled back and captured your lips in a desperate kiss.

It thrilled you, peculiarly, to find that Derek's lips tasted just the same as you had remembered it. Not only were his kisses the same, but the way he handled your body like a fiddle was also the same. You lost yourself deeper in the abyss of Derek Morgan, surprised to find yourself volunteering to dive deeper into him even when you knew consequences would be waiting for you once you decided to resurface.

With a heaving breath of his own, Derek murmured against your lips, "Tell me to stop."

"No."

"Good." He pressed you back until you were lying on the bed. "Because I'm gonna worship you exactly like you deserve."

At the first stroke of his thumb over your clit, you couldn't do anything else but mewl.

Derek teased your bundle of nerves while keeping loyal attention to the gasps you let out and the tics in your countenance. Your hands gripped his biceps tighter with each swipe across your clit, feeling the arousal pool bigger in your belly, but also noting it from the obscene sound of your wetness on Derek's fingers.

When he started to prod around your entrance, you couldn't contain the loud moan from spilling past your lips.

"Fucking hell, sweetheart," Derek muttered once two of his fingers were sheathed inside. "So warm and wet. This all for me?"

"All for you, Derek. Please, please, I need you to—"

"Hm? What do you need, baby?"

"Move." As if emphasizing your plea, you ground yourself down against his hand. "Please, need you to move."

With a kiss on your temple, Derek pulled his fingers back out—marveling the way your wetness coated them—before plunging the digits back inside and curling them against the spot that knocked the breath straight out of your lungs.

It didn't take long for Derek to find his rhythm, pushing you further to the brink of exultation with encouraging whispers against your cheek. You clawed at his face to pull him closer—as though his whole body wasn't caging you in already—and despairingly seized his lips in a kiss. Derek welcomed you with a groan, swallowing the needy sounds you made as his sensual ministratration picked up its pace.

"So good... Derek, please—"

"I know, sweetheart." Derek's fingers inside you never relented. He angled his hand slightly without ever leaving your heat, letting the heel of his palm smother your clit until you cried out in delight. "Can feel you squeezing me. Shit. Gripping me like a vice, baby. You'd feel so good around my cock."

Derek's words triggered another loud moan from deep within your throat. The thought of him driving into you only spurred on your arousal. This newfound excitement wasn't lost on Derek. He could tell that you were close from the way your walls were drawing him deeper.

"C'mon, sweetheart. Wanna feel you cum for me."

"Oh my God, Derek—"

"I know, baby. That's it. Gonna make you feel so good. Let it go, sweetheart."

The coil in your belly finally snapped. It jostled you into the pit of pleasure where your whole body convulsed in euphoria. Derek embraced you through it all, mollifying you with his voice, touch, and kisses, never once stopping until you were finally back down on earth.

"Where are you going?" you rushed out almost forlornly, raking the hem of Derek's shirt when he started to get up from the bed.

He smiled at your clingy display. "I'll be right back. Promise."

Derek returned less than two minutes later with a small towel in grasp. He cleaned you up carefully, his touch never a breadth too wide or an inch too deep as the towel swept over the skin of your inner thighs.

You extended your palm when he was done, and Derek accepted it happily with a kiss.

"It doesn't hurt," you said once you saw him fixated on your scraped knuckles. "You should see the other guy."

Derek brushed entirely past your lame attempt at a joke. "I did. I saw Vin and Al carrying Grader to the med ward."

"I know you don't approve of my methods—"

"If anyone had it coming, it's Grader. Especially after what he did to Paolo." The mental image of the boy's blackened eye made you shudder. "You care a lot about that kid."

It was an understatement rather than anything else. Everyone within ten feet could see how you regularly doted on the boy. Derek knew it was because Paolo reminded you of yourself; shoved into a life of violence too early in his youth, stripped of the childhood he so profoundly deserved. You never even hesitated to adopt the protector mantle for the boy, because in a lot of ways, it was something you wished someone would have done for you when you were a child.

"I know you used to have reservations about kids—" Derek continued, "—but I've seen you with Paolo. You're good with him."

"Right. Because I'm such a champ when it comes to being a good influence, right?" You rolled your eyes, skittering to sit on the edge of the bed and wrapping your body with the robe still on your back. Derek followed you silently. "I threatened a man at gunpoint in front of his eyes, Derek. You can't possibly say that witnessing something like that isn't gonna fuck him up for the rest of his life."

"Maybe not. But you're making this life less grueling for him, and that's something."

"I don't like where this conversation is going."

You stood up from the bed then, walking towards the windows of your room and popping them open to let the evening breeze in. When you spun around to face Derek on the bed, you had your arms folded defensively across your chest.

You were hiding again.

Two steps forward and three steps back.

That seemed to be the only thing Derek was capable of when it came to you.

"The incoming shipment," you began nonchalantly, as though Derek hadn't just made you orgasm until you could see stars mere minutes earlier. "What's your theory?"

Derek inhaled a deep breath before answering, "Gotta be something valuable if he goes to such lengths to keep it lowkey, even to the point of hiding it from you."

"More valuable than bombs and machine guns?"

"Precisely. Something that would make him a lot more money than those two combined."

"What? Like missiles?" Your eyes widened when realization bloomed in your head. "People. That's what you're insinuating, isn't it?"

"It makes sense, and it explains why you've never caught wind of any trafficking activity even to this day."

"They can't be using the depot, then. Too many witnesses. They must have another facility where they detain those people."

"Somewhere secluded but easy to control," Derek agreed. "And most likely, you know where it is."

"Me? What are you talking about?"

"Kreczmar profiles as a classic egotistical sociopath. It's not in his nature to do things quietly. He would want to boast, and you're the person in his life he'd want to do it to the most." Derek got up from the bed once he finished his statement. His stature somehow grew more officious as he stood in the middle of your room. "Think, sweetheart. You know the answer. You've had it all these years. You just didn't know that it was right there in front of your eyes."

Derek gauged every micro-expression zipping past your face. The wrinkle on the bridge of your nose was concentration, and the frenetic darting of your pupils was your mind flipping through the pages of memories about Aleksander Kreczmar. When your earnest gaze found his, Derek knew that it must have been the light bulb appearing right above your head.

"His guesthouse."

"Kreczmar has a guesthouse?"

"Well, a guesthouse might be a bit underwhelming. It's a freaking mansion that stands in the middle of at least two acres of land. He'd host parties there. Entertain important overseas guests or clients anytime they come by. He'd take me to the woods at the back of the property sometimes, and then he'd... well—" You cleared your throat and looked away. Derek didn't need to hear the rest of that sentence to know what you meant. "Secluded but easy to control. That's what you said, right?"

"Yeah." There was no guarantee that the guesthouse would end up being the place you were looking for, but Derek still deemed it necessary to pursue the lead. "We need to check the place out asap. Think you can set something up as a cover?"

"Don't need to, 'cause it must be your lucky day, Mister." The corner of your lips slanted upward, giving Derek a front row view of your pretty smile. He had to fight off the urge to march over there and taste the smile directly on his lips. "Kreczmar's throwing an exclusive party there in three weeks."

"He is?"

You nodded. "And it looks like you just got yourself an invitation."

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[niki-phoria]

Hello, can you do TXT's 6th member Taking care of taehyun when he's sick, or maybe with Hueningkai? idk :( but i want to read something like that so bad, like he's not really cuddly but when he's sick he's hugging you all the time and doesn't want to let you go :(

⋆｡°✩ taking care of taehyun and kai when they're sick

includes: implied idol reader, sickfic

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i did that thing again where i can't decide which idea to write so i just wrote both for both of them. this idea was really sweet. i hope you like it :))

additional note: apparently nobody can decide if beomgyu is part of the maknae or hyung line so i just wrote their names out (i vote yeonjun/soobin/beomgyu hyung line taehyun/kai maknae line) i'm thinking of making a part 02 with the others if i can think of any ideas

*dakjuk is a korean porridge

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⋆｡°✩ taehyun

word count 578 my jaw literally dropped when i saw this SIR ?? NESNLNA

you push taehyun through the door to your dorm, coaxing him to sit down on the couch. he sniffles, watching as you rush around the room to grab a blanket, bottle of water, and a box of tissues for him. you wrap the blanket around him so it drapes off of his shoulders. 

taehyun looks up at you as you bring a hand up to his cheek, tilting his head up before raising it to his forehead. his skin is hot to the touch. you silently curse to yourself. 

he has a fever. it’s probably the flu. you should make soup and get him some medication. he’ll need to rest for at least a few days to fully recover. you need to call soobin to let him know. what about practice- 

your thoughts are interrupted when taehyun leans up to press his lips against yours. it’s quick - only a small peck. he laughs as you stare at him in surprise. 

you roll your eyes, looking away to hide how flustered you are. “don’t do that,” you murmur. “you’re gonna get me sick too.” 

taehyun stands up, draping the blanket across the back of the couch. “i’m not sick.” 

“yes, you are.” you push him back down, wrapping the blanket around him again. “you have a fever. don’t make me call soobin over to take care of you.” 

“fine,” he sighs, finally relenting. as much as he loves the rest of the boys, he would much rather have his lover home with him to take care of him. 

“stay here. we have chicken stock in the fridge. i’ll make dakjuk.” 

“are you gonna stay with me?” 

“of course.” you brush his bangs out of his face, leaning down to press a quick kiss against his forehead. “i’m here to take care of you.” 

taehyun smiles, watching you walk into the kitchen. he reaches over to grab the remote to the tv, turning it on and finding the drama you’ve been watching. he cues up a new episode before pausing it to wait for your return, scrolling through his phone as he waits for you to finish making the dakjuk. 

you return with a spoon and a bottle of medicine in your hand. he bites back a sigh as you pour out a spoonful before holding it up to his mouth for him to take. despite the odd aftertaste he chokes it down with a bottle of water afterwards. 

you chuckle as he grimaces before putting the medicine back in its rightful place before throwing the spoon into the sink. “come here,” taehyun opens his arms. “i deserve cuddles after that.” you smile, laying down on the couch behind him. you wrap an arm around his waist, pulling him back against your chest. taehyun presses play on the remote, nuzzling into your touch as he relaxes into your hold. 

he only makes it a few minutes into the episode before his eyelids start to feel heavier, threatening to flutter closed. he shifts to try and force himself to stay awake. you prop yourself up on your elbow, brushing your fingers through taehyun’s hair. he sighs, relaxing against your touch. “you’re gonna make me fall asleep.” 

“that’s the point.” he huffs but leans back into your touch. “sleep. i’ll wake you up when the dakjuk is done.” 

“okay.” the word is slightly muffled. “i love you.” 

you smile, leaning in to press a kiss against his shoulder. “i love you too.” 

⋆｡°✩ huening kai

word count 618 he's so bf i'm in love

kai groans a little as he trudges back to bed, curling into a ball beside you. you sleepily sit up, squinting at him in the darkness. “kai?” 

“did i wake you? i’m sorry.” 

“it’s okay.” you sit up, switching the lamp on your bedside table on. the brightness makes kai squint as he buries his face into your pillow. you sit up fully, brushing a hand through his hair. “why are you up this late? are you okay?” 

“i’m fine.” his words are muffled. “i just don’t feel good.” 

you coax him to roll onto his side, brushing a hand against his forehead. it feels warm to the touch. “are you dizzy at all?” 

“yeah. i’ve had a headache since yesterday and i feel a little sick.” you hum, sitting up fully. kai shifts to lay in your lap as you continue playing with his hair. 

“it sounds like you have a fever.” 

“but what about practice?” 

“don’t worry about it, okay? just get some rest. we’ll see if you feel better tomorrow.“ 

kai's protests die on his tongue as your nails scratch against his scalp. you twist his curls against your fingers, happy to enjoy the quiet time with him. he fully relaxes against your body as he lets sleep fully overtake him. 

you’re gone the next morning when kai wakes up. the curtains are pulled closed, blocking out most of the sunlight that would’ve woken him earlier in their absence. he rolls onto his side, grabbing his phone. 11:24. 

he gasps, forcing himself to stand up. a new wave of dizziness hits him but he ignores it as he makes his way into the living room. he hears your voice before he sees you. you’re standing in the kitchen by the time he gets there, watching a simmering pot on the stove. 

kai sleepily stands in the living room, patiently waiting for you to end your call before speaking. “so i just let it sit for an hour? … okay, thank you again. i’m about to go wake him up now. … i’ll have him call you later.” he makes his way over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning against your back. you jump a little in surprise before chuckling. 

“good morning honey.” 

“we don’t have practice today?” 

“no,” you say, stirring the soup. “you’re sick, so they gave you the day off and soobin let me stay home to take care of you.” 

“you didn’t have to do that,” he whines. 

you turn around to face him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “i wanted to.” you grab his arm, leading him towards the couch with you. you grab a blanket from nearby, wrapping it around him in a makeshift cocoon. once he’s drowning in the fabric you pull out a penguin plush, handing it to him. “i was just about to come wake you. the soup is done.” 

you rush back to the kitchen, quickly preparing a bowl of soup for kai. you sit across from him on the couch, holding out a spoonful of soup. his face lights up as he tries it. “this is like what my mom used to make.” you sheepishly smile, holding out another spoonful for him. 

“i might’ve… called her and asked for the recipe.” 

“really?” kai stares at you with wide eyes for a few seconds before leaning in to press his lips against yours in a sweet kiss. you smile into it, pressing another peck against his lips before you pull away. “i love you.” 

“i love you too. now, finish your soup and then we can cuddle.” 

“thank you.” he whispers again, taking the bowl from you. 

“anything for you.”

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[bearcubstory]

goodnight, night light 🌙

regressor!will had a bad day at work and gets ready for bed with a doting carer!hannibal looking after him 💛

🐻 this is my first time posting any kind of fanfic online for years i am a bit nervous... i hope i did an okay job! pls enjoy this short hannibal piece 🫶

will sat at the edge of his bed, swinging his legs. it was a little past his normal bedtime, since hannibal had let him stay up to watch an extra episode of bluey before bed and drink a bottle of warm milk.

the older man was being more lenient with will's rules today, since the regressor had a particularly bad day at work and returned home in the evening completely nonverbal.

currently, a few hours later and still nonverbal, will was content and sitting on the bed, waiting for hannibal to finish choosing tonight's pyjamas from the walk-in wardrobe within their shared bedroom.

even regressed, will didnt care too much for what he wore, and usually entrusted his papa with making such decisions. although hannibal sometimes made him wear fancy clothes, such as silky button up shirts with expensive trims, the older man often respected will's preference for basic clothes, especially whilst he was small.

a minute later, as will was starting to doze off where he sat, head nodding against his shoulder, hannibal reappeared in the bedroom, a beige onesie decorated with sleepy brown sausage dogs resting easily on his arm.

"here we are, my little fawn" the caregiver crouched in front of his baby, holding the chosen pyjamas up in front of him. his voice was soft, gentle and warm, like slowly dripping honey. will melted.

"what do you think of this?"

the regressor simply chewed on his jumper sleeve and nodded an affirmative, but this was enough for his papa, who gave him a fond smile, before the two stood up and will began to get undressed.

once changed into the dog onesie- hannibal helped him after the little one tried to fit his head through a sleeve- it was time for will to settle properly into bed.

he'd brushed his teeth and went to the toilet ten minutes prior, and winston was already waiting for him, curled up at the end of the bed and blissfully snoozing.

"bed time, mylimasis" hannibal pulled back a corner of the plush duvet so that will could climb fully into bed, before he moved onto plumping up the pillows to his baby's liking.

will obediently crawled under the covers and laid back on the now sufficiently plump pillows. he raised his fingers to his mouth before moving them again, sleepily signing a 'thank you'.

"you are welcome, little lamb" hannibal murmured, happy with will's good manners. he moved to the bedside table, switching off the lamp.

across the room by the bedroom door, a plug in night light in the shape of a crescent moon glowed faintly in the darkness.

"goodnight, sweet will"

hannibal was met with a tiny snore in response.

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[ikamigami]

So about recent Sun and Foxy gameplay episode..

Shipping them is fine as long as y'all aren't annoying which means constantly spamming "kidscove" in comments under every video with them and shouting "it's canon" when it's not..

It's hella annoying. I admit that I like the ship but seeing more and more people acting like rabid animals about it is making me to like it less and less..

Don't beat me for it but for me it seems one-sided more than anything in a romantic sense.. where that one side that has any romantic feelings is Sun.. Definitely not Foxy. Foxy is straight and it's obvious. He doesn't seem interested in Sun more than being just friends - best friends.

I can only see it being queerplatonic at least.

I can't say much about Sun when he's acting so fruity with Foxy while being intoxicated.. like pls.. I think that Sun most definitely isn't straight.. but saying that kidscove is canon when Sun is fruity because of intoxication is beyond wild to me..

Being intoxicated makes you act very strangely and you may say or do things you would never normally do.. so idk if being oh so jolly about "ship" interactions between the two looking like that is a good thing :/

But you do you.

But let's move onto other things from the video.

Sun is still drinking. Still a bottle of wine with 13% of alcohol - because Maro line of wines is like that. They're all old and reach in flavour hence why Sun may like them. But again he shouldn't drink alcohol with mental disorder he has.

Sun enjoying this game too much - mostly shooting himself on every opportunity he has. "He shot himself for Foxy awwww" ughh pls Foxy didn't even had a time to stop him. Sun would shoot himself for anyone if opportunity arised.

Sun is still suicidal. I wonder what will push him to try to do it..

I'm really scared of what Dark Sun told Moon and Foxy.. and tomorrow is solar eclipse.. hmm.. I want for Solar to be back and for everything to be fine but I can't help the feeling that they'll do it wrong like Dark Sun said..

I just have a really bad feeling about this.. but we shall see. Something bad will happen for sure.. sooner or later but it's inevitable..

I wonder what role will Eclipse play in this.. I'm 100% sure that he won't die.. but something tells me that they won't use Eclipse's help and this would be a reason to why bringing Solar back will go wrong.

I wish we could have Sun's angst soon but I know that it's better to not hype myself up too much about it.. when it'll happen it'll happen and I'm sure I'll be satisfied with it :)

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[gingersnapwolves]

Kouri watches One Piece Live Action, episode 3

Okay, as someone who has never liked Usopp, let’s go!

“That’s unique” asdkjhlkjdghalk Zoro pls

Like, I get why they did this B plot with Garp and Koby but I also don’t care about it at all and every time it comes on screen, I just want to get back to the people I do care about

Luffy thinking the ship can talk 😂😂😂

Actually, Kaya, four extra people for dinner can be quite a lot of trouble lol

“You look like Nami” I love how asexual Luffy is

Trying to remember if Zoro was this obsessed with alcohol in the manga

I believe Kuro was genuinely offended when Zoro asked if he’d been to Funky Bar

Luffy’s really stealing the limelight at Kaya’s birthday dinner lmao

I deadass thought he was going to accidentally step in or knock over the poisoned soup

Poor Nami has no idea what’s happening pffft

Usopp working through a lot of feelings about Luffy knowing his dad

Me, seeing Zoro get knocked out by a single bottle to the head: seems fake but okay

Me, seeing the ‘captain of a thousand plans’ not checking a pulse: now you’re pushing it

‘Don’t forget your pillow’ Kaya is an icon honestly

Usopp: by Jove I’ve been repercussed

#liveblog #one piece #kouri watches one piece

[ohthatstragic]

Not Yours to Save - p.m

a/n: so this was inspired by a scene from friends.... one of my fave shows ever. i was obsessed with it back in school, got me through some tough times :) the episode specifically is s2e14.

please enjoy, i wrote this in like under an hour so pls don't hate me if it's ass :(

also pls don’t repost or translate any of my work.. i don’t give you permission to do that.

pairings: maverick x reader

warnings: age gap, angst

wc: 1,549

summary: being awkward ex-somethings with maverick. some guy starts talking to you, he thinks you're having a bad time, so he steps in.

Maverick's eyes lingered heavily on you as you sat talking to a brunette man. The captain was currently stood amidst the squad as they shared a couple beers, the soft chatter of conversation muffling out your conversation with the man you were currently talking to. Maverick squinted his eyes, as if believing that would help him hear what the two of you were talking about. You let out a laugh, your head falling forwards as you placed a hand on the man's chest playfully.

"Everything okay, Mav?" Rooster asked quietly from beside the captain, his eyes softening in curiosity as he stared at him. Noticeably, Maverick was distracted by something, and Rooster wanted to pry it out of him. "You, err, seem a little distracted." He took a sip of his beer, the froth bubbling lightly on his thick moustache.

Maverick quickly whipped his head away from the direction of you and the mysterious man, his jaw clenching in surprise. The two of you never really labelled yourselves as anything, despite the numerous dates and fond memories you'd made together. Unfortunately, it'd all come crumbling down when Maverick had made some almost-unforgivable comments regarding the age-gap between you two. After that, you had decidedly chosen to end whatever was between the two of you.

"Oh- yeah, no, I'm fine, I'm good." Maverick stumbled over his words, sheepishly looking at Rooster who sat in front of him, a disbelieving and curious look painted on his features. Rooster's brows slowly furrowed together as he threw a look to where Maverick was previously staring.

"It's Y/N." He pointed out with a cheeky lop-sided smile. Maverick let out an abrupt sigh, his eyes falling from Rooster's brown ones and down to the table in front of them. "She seems happy." Rooster added, glancing at you once again. Maverick's brows knitted together in confusion at the speed of light.

"What? How? Don't you see how she's trying to push him away?" Maverick scoffed, failing to hide the jealousy that was so obvious in his voice. Rooster cocked a brow at his God-father and tried to bite back the amused smirk that was desperate to slip onto his lips.

"I think she's just flirting, Mav." Rooster mumbled, placing the cold beer bottle to his lips again to take another quick sip. "She's fine." He cleared his throat as he and Maverick looked over at you two. The man had his arm around your shoulders, and you were giggling. It sent a wave of rushing, burning jealousy through Maverick's body, and he knew he had to do something. You were clearly trying to get rid of the guy. He knew you didn't like it when strangers put their hands on you.

"I'm gonna do something." Maverick suddenly announced with a sigh, walking over to you and the man without another word. Rooster didn't get a chance to try to stop him, let alone talk the captain out of it.

"Wait, Mav!" Rooster called out helplessly, and groaned when Maverick didn't respond to him. So now, he had to awkwardly watch him go over and try to 'help' you - when you were clearly fine.

"Yeah, my family and I go to Italy every year, we're lucky enough that we have a villa out there." Kent smiled at you, his hand gently rubbing your shoulders tenderly. You smiled back up at him, and nodded, slightly in awe at what he had just told you.

"Wow, your family must be pretty well off then!" You joked, a playful laugh escaping your lips as you looked to your right. A familiar face was approaching you, and your happy face immediately fell.

"Yeah, well-" Kent was interrupted by Maverick's voice, and he craned his neck to the left to look at who had interrupted him.

"Oh my gosh, Y/N?" Maverick acted surprised, his face lighting up in happiness as he stared at you, shoving his body in the way of Kent in an attempt to put some space between the two of you. "It's Pete, Pete Mitchell?" He said, his finger pointed at you. Your mouth fell open in confusion at his words, and you glanced up at Kent, who was clearly becoming irritated by Maverick's presence.

"What.. what are you doing?" You mumbled, staring in complete shock at the captain. It felt like you couldn't move, what the hell was he doing?

"I met you at that Navy Ball? We danced together, went home together..?" Maverick lied, shaking his head slowly like he was partially offended that you didn't remember him. In the corner of your eye, you could see Kent putting some money down to pay for his drink, and you tried to reach for his arm, but Maverick caught it in his hand, a smile falling onto his lips as you frowned at him in concern.

"It was lovely talking to you, but I gotta shoot," Kent chuckled awkwardly, stepping back from Maverick and you. Before you could call him back, the man you met had already made his quick way to the exit of the bar. "See ya." Unknowingly, Maverick still had a hold of your arm.

"Okay, take care, nice meeting you!" Maverick said with a kind smile, leaning against the bar with the smuggest look you'd ever seen. You scoffed in irritation, holding your hand out as if to try and wave Kent back. Maverick was already staring at you when you looked back at him. "You're welcome." He sing-songed, making you rip your arm from his grasp. His face softened at your sudden hostility. "Whoa!"

"What hell, Mav?" You seethed, throwing your arms up in fury.

"I was saving you, from that guy?" Maverick's brows furrowed together in confusion at your unexpected reaction. Did he misinterpret the situation- was Rooster right?... As the seconds passed, he began to think that was true due to your face twisting into a look of anger. The happy smile that once sat on his face was slowly slipping away as he continued to watch you bubble up.

"From-from the nice conversation with the fascinating man?" You retorted. If you squinted hard enough, you could see the steam piling out of your ears like a cartoon.

"Oh, well, it didn't look like that from where I was sitting..."

"Okay, Maverick, let me tell you something," You sighed in exasperation, holding out a hand at him. His brows twitched as he stared at you, almost-innocent blue eyes darting between yours in confusion. "I am not yours to save." You stated, a hint of venom evident in your sharp voice. Maverick visibly flinched at your words, clearly hurt by how blunt you were being.

"Sweetheart, I just thought-" Maverick shook his head, voice quiet and clearly apologetic. Deep down, you missed how he called you that, but you knew you shouldn't. He wasn't right for you.

"No, Mav. I thought I was clear about what we were to each other." You sighed, feeling slightly guilty about snapping at him. Your eyes fell to the floor and you folded your arms against your chest, trying to ignore the regret that was suddenly eating you inside out. "I'm sorry, Pete, I am. I just.." You mumbled, gazing up at Maverick who was still staring at you in shock. Despite the pain he'd caused you, you still felt the butterflies stir in your stomach and the heat build within your chest. "I fall for you, I get hurt. You fall for me, and I get hurt again. Every time, it's me that gets hurt." You explained, unfolding your arms momentarily to run a hand through your hair. "I can't do it anymore." You added, watching Maverick's face fall at your words. You looked away from him, unable to handle the painful feeling that began to spread over you.

"I'm sorry, Y/N, I didn't mean that- I didn't..." Maverick stuttered, a little shell-shocked at your confession. You squeezed your eyes shut, praying that this was all just a dream.

"It's alright, Pete." You said quietly, avoiding his eyes. He knew he had hurt you, but not so much that you never wanted to even consider something with him again. An awkward silence fell between you two as you stood opposite each other, shuffling on your feet.

"I-I don't know what to say.." Pete muttered, his arm twitching as he desperately wanted to place a hand on your arm to comfort you, but he knew he shouldn't. You'd said your part. God, he so wanted to just hold you and tell you everything was okay, and that it was all a dream.

"There's nothing to say, Pete." You smile at him emptily, catching the eye of Phoenix. "I'm gonna go now, okay?" Looking back at Pete, he didn't meet your gaze, he only stared at the ground and smiled, nodding. "Okay. See you around, Pete." You said quietly, hesitantly placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Bye, Y/N." He muttered dejectedly, only looking up at you as you started to walk off in the direction of Phoenix and the rest of the squad. Maverick watched your gorgeous silhouette walk away, and he still smiled, despite the gut-wrenching pain of knowing how you could be his right now, had he just kept his mouth shut one drunk night. The captain shuffled on his feet and leant against the bar with his back as he continued to watch you smile and laugh with the squad.

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[perexcri]

what's on your s5 wishlist? the silly, goofy things!!!

oh hello!! i saw several other people on my dash get this question, so thanks for including me :D

(also, i wanted to say congrats for finishing come back to me and forgive everything!! my apologies as i have not read it yet, but i know how challenging it can be to finish a longer work like that, so congrats on accomplishing what you did and for making something you're proud of :] 💜💜💜)

so my expectations for s5 are on the floor because sherlock hurt me too much back in the early-2010s so now i live life with no expectations for tv. but!! as far as silly goofy things i would love to see:

Argyle being a chekhov's gun of plot relevance like he was in vol2 getting them into the pizza shop. idk how, but i want him to have vital info that helps them avert the apocalypse. i'm thinking maybe since he's an outsider and isn't is as mired in all the UD stuff as everyone else that maybe he has some clarity about the situation that comes with distance. like have him point out something super obvious and everybody be like "well why didn't WE think of that"

i also think some pedantic bickering among the main group is warranted. just have them argue over something so minute and so unnecessary and get lost in the details of it because it's the damn apocalypse and of course they're looking for a distraction

i have one post-s4 fic where they go to a grocery store for a supply run and Mike slips on a rotten banana,,,not to reveal my love of slapstick humor on main but like. i do think something like that happening to any of the main characters would be funny, full offense to them (fic can be found here!)

and finally, there is an alternate universe that lives in my head where stranger things is a monster-of-the-week, 22-episodes-per-season styled show that has gimmick episodes, and if i were able to manifest at least one gimmick episode for s5 (that will never happen bc of the show's format but pls let me dream), i would want them to have a bottle episode/memory loss episode like Tabula Rasa from Buffy the Vampire Slayer!! just something where all the older and younger teens are stuck in Mike's basement, something happens, and all of them wake up with no recollection of who they are and have to piece together what they can based on the information they have contained on their persons and in the environment around them. i wanna write this fic so so bad and have for MONTHS now but just haven't gotten around to it,,,but tbh i don't care if it would be a total tonal disconnect from the rest of the season. i would 100% watch an hour long break from the main plot just to watch all the main characters suffer temporary amnesia and have to figure out who they are. plus it'd be funny just to see what people come up with, like...do Steve and Nancy wake up next to each other and assume they're a couple?? with Will's drawings up in the basement, do people assume it's Will's house? what happens when they find a family photo and realize Nancy and Mike are siblings and this is their house? things like that would be so so fun!!

anyway sorry for the long rambles but thanks for including me and for stopping by!! i hope you're doing well :] 💜

#ask

[saintrocklee]

Hiii can I have ❛ do you think i’d let anything happen to you? ❜ with kakuzu pls 🙆🏻‍♀️

💰 kakuzu x reader 💰 supernatural (ish) AU part one | part two | part three warnings: again, nothing crazy. mentions of an abusive relationship, kakuzu being a creep and cranky and kinda mean but that’s why we like him.

this is part two of my kakuzu prompt series. i recommend reading part one (linked above) before indulging.

you'd expected something to change, after making the deal with kakuzu. something to feel different, to alter in your life - but nothing happens. there were warnings, about how dealing with demons could affect you - make you feel heavier. darker. but nothing happens.

except for what he promised.

the threatening messages from your ex stop immediately. you are no longer followed, your phone isn't blown up by strange unsaved numbers, your bank account goes untouched. it happens in an instant - you wake the next morning, the dread of what you'll find suffocating you, but when you finally leave your bed and check your cell - there's nothing.

it takes you a few months, to get used to the quiet. the nightmares are ever present, the paranoia sticks to you like a brand - but days turns into weeks into months and there's ... nothing.

the relief that hits you one day is blinding.

you move, finally saving up enough to cross state lines and end up in a studio apartment; cheap and old but yours. you find a job and you start out quiet, the urge to make friends and build relationships buried under the age old habit of avoiding people - but after time you make a friend. and then two. and soon, you have a social life.

a job, an apartment, and friends. it's hard - to juggle it all. you've never had so much before; you've never had to deal with bills, deal with talking to people, and balancing out everything. you make mistakes and get frustrated and cry and get angry - but there's never any punishment that comes with it. you're free to do what you please, make mistakes, and while that alone is confusing - when have you ever been able to do what you want? - it's exhilarating.

you think about kakuzu every day.

your monster. your savior. your ... something.

you tried googling him, funnily enough. he wasn't a demon - not the kind you had spent months preparing for. "human hearts" and "magic thread" quickly took over your search history, but you always came up blank.

you had no idea what he was, or why he dealt in hearts - not souls.

and then one night you're wine drunk, scrolling on your busted up laptop, snorting to yourself while an old episode of the office plays in the background.

"you're probably laughing at me, huh?"

silence meets you, save for the sound of your tv, but it doesn't bother you. he never talked back when you spoke to him in strange moments like these. he probably never heard you, no doubt hanging out wherever he lived ... far away from you. from earth, even.

was he a god? you’d never been religious but unexplained things happened all of the time and you always believed in the supernatural. spirits and the like. strange legends always fascinated you but in all of your research you couldn’t find a single piece of information that matched your devil. your monster.

who now had claim on your heart.

you’re certain it’s not romantic - so he must need it for something. to eat, maybe? he needed consent for it, had to wait for you to sign the dotted line … maybe he drew power from it. a monster who needed human hearts to live.

there had to be some irony there.

you fall asleep after awhile, head cocked awkwardly against your couch, empty wine bottle on your coffee table. your laptop is on the floor, next to an empty bowl of popcorn - and your tv plays on, filling your living room with sound. you couldn't fall asleep to silence anymore, silence invited trouble and cast a sense of dread around you, and the wine in your system lulls you into a deep sleep. you're dead to the world, chest rising and falling peacefully, when kakuzu appears, eyes trailing over your form. he takes in the alcohol, the junk food, and curls his lip.

idiot girl, he thinks to himself. you thought him to be long gone, no doubt just waiting for you to die so he could collect what was his and discard the rest of you.

humans were truly ignorant.

you belonged to him, now. you wouldn’t be rid of him so easily. taking care of his half of the contract had been easy - and now he was tied to you, until you expired. you gave him access to Earth, to roam amongst the humans - and he’d gotten bored of all of it immediately.

he was minutely amused, that you desperately tried to find out what he was. there were no books about him, no mention of him in history. he hadn’t been to Earth in centuries and he never interacted with mortals.

the exceptions to his rule beat a steady rhythm in his chest, his five hearts once again syncing up to beat in time with yours. five hearts, five humans, five contracts.

and now, six.

he’d never admit it, but he’s excited by you.

hearts were a powerful thing, in more ways than one. souls were flashy, and gave their controller power, but only in short bursts. souls were only useful in quantity, and kakuzu had no need for fleeting power.

but a heart? a human heart, given away with consent? more powerful, more useful than a thousand souls.

he was agitated though. he thought you would expire quickly, like the humans before you, but Earth had changed and now he finds himself waiting.

he found, to his dismay, that humans lived longer now. no more rampant plague and disease to wipe you out, and you lived in a relatively safe area, no threat of war looming over you. he was certain you’d have a good chance of living until you were old and wrinkling.

it’s annoying, how he has to wait for you to die naturally.

kakuzu watches you sleep, unable to block out the beating of your heart. it’s an enchanting tempo - the way it calls to him. his own hearts mix with yours easily and he finds himself standing there, longer than he meant to, just letting the rhythm lull him into a trance.

his eyes dance across your chest, your neck, landing on your pulse point - watching it beat steadily. he feels his threads pull towards you, and straightens - the sudden need to leave gripping him violently. he turns, casting one last glance behind him, before disappearing.

life goes on and two years later you find yourself ... content. not happy per say, the rampant paranoia and anxiety still crippled you at times - coupled with your PTSD. you’d found a therapist though, a lovely woman who was helping you build confidence and create coping mechanisms. you had friends, just a couple, and you were promoted - now earning more money than you ever had. it’s not a lot, but it’s still all yours, and you’re ... content.

you think about your monster everyday.

he didn’t consume your thoughts anymore, but his name would flit across your memory and you’d be thrown back to that night in the woods. you also talked to him daily, when you were alone. it was cathartic, it made him feel real, and you were positive your words fell on deaf ears.

until one day they didn’t.

you were on your balcony, watering your plants - your boombox on low as you mouthed along to some song on the radio. being surrounded by so much green had you thinking of kakuzu and his eyes and you smile to yourself.

“i wonder - will it be you that kills me or do you have to wait until i’m dead, to come collect my heart.” you murmur out loud. it had been a question on your mind for the better part of a week now. you wished you had some clarity, that night in the woods, to ask these questions.

“i will come just as you draw your last breath, girl.”

you spin, nearly knocking over the plants you were caring for, inhaling a gasp to scream. it lodges itself in your throat, and you shudder a panicked breath when you see him, standing inside of your apartment, just on the other side of your open sliding door.

he looked the exact same, tall and huge, and it’s funny - he barely fits in your living room. his eyes, so bright and green, track your movements - landing to watch your chest as it stutters. his voice was still so low, so dark, and you blink in surprise.

“what are you -” you start, and swallow when his gaze reaches to meet yours, agitation clearly resting on his shoulders.

“you asked.” he drawled, and realization hits you.

“you ... you heard me?” you ask, and kakuzu grunts.

“every damn day, girl. you and your incessant questions.”

oh.

there’s a lick of embarrassment at your heels but you straighten your spine.

“i didn’t know.” you reply and he says nothing in return, gaze fixed on you unblinkingly. it’s silent between the two of you before you feel the urge to speak again, unable to handle the crackling energy in the air.

“can i ... ask more questions?”

again, you receive nothing. it’s starting to get uncomfortable, but you realize that this might be his way of accepting you. he was ... something - a god a devil a demon - he could leave, if he wanted. he could silence you, if he wanted.

so you sit in the small metal chair on your balcony, and you ask your questions. he rewards you with shortly worded answers that have you fighting a smile.

“how old are you?” “old.”

“where do you live?” “elsewhere.”

“why human hearts?” “i enjoy them.”

“how can you hear me?” “i hear many things.”

“do you make deals with humans a lot?” “i do not make deals.”

“fine. contracts.” “no.”

“why me, then?”

he pauses at this and you straighten in your seat, nerves suddenly tingling. he’d avoided giving you any real answers, replying back easily, but this question stumped him. you think you might get something tangible out of him but then -

“maybe next time, girl.”

and with that - he was gone. you blink at the empty space in front of you and smile.

next time.

a few weeks later you find yourself walking back from the small market around the corner - mindlessly scrolling through your phone. some of your friends from work wanted to get together when they got off and you were thinking about going. you wait for the crosswalk sign to turn green and start to cross the street, head bowing to look at your phone again - when suddenly you hear screaming.

you look up and see a woman pointing at you, screaming for you to move, and then you see it - out of the corner of your eye. a car, clearly out of control, was careening toward you -

and you freeze.

the headlights are almost blinding and you tense your body, ready for the impact, when something thin and strong wraps around your waist and tugs - ripping you from your position and carelessly throwing you onto the sidewalk. the car crashes into a pole and you can see the driver was knocked out, or dead, causing the car to spin out of control. people start to run over, and you open your mouth to say something - when you feel the same chord around your waist, tugging at you impatiently.

you look down and see thread. long, black thread.

you blink in shock.

“get up.” a voice snaps behind you, lodging itself at the base of your spine and making you stand clumsily. you try to turn, to confirm what you’re hearing with your eyes, but you’re pulled back - this time by an arm. it’s large and heavy and you let yourself be manhandled, still in shock. you’re walked backwards into an alley and find yourself pushed against brick - kakuzu looming over you. your hands are pressed into his chest awkwardly and you can feel your heartbeat pulsing frantically in your ears, making you dizzy.

“how did you -” you try but you’re cut off when he pushes his face closer to yours. he’s still covered, so you only have his eyes to look at - and the intense way he’s regarding you has your tummy twisting with knots.

he was angry.

“stupid little girl.” he snarls and you blink.

“i don’t -”

“you could have been killed.”

your brain stops and you inhale sharply.

“isn’t that the goal?” you whisper back, body trembling from the adrenaline, and kakuzu makes an inhuman noise that sends shivers down your spine. you’re still oddly not afraid of him - just confused. and once again, grateful. he’d saved your life ... for some reason.

“i will not have you damaged.” he growls, and you finally notice that he’s got his arms on either side of your head, trapping you against the wall. they’re uncovered and huge, muscles bulging around you - and you see stitches - holding his flesh together. the threads, you realize - the same ones that had pulled you from the street.

what was he?

“i didn’t know it mattered.” you respond and there’s another growl. this one you feel under your palms, from where your hands meet his chest. he’s covered in that cloak of his and you can tell it’s thick but - you can feel something, just underneath it. your gaze travels down, as you watch your hands twitch against him.

“idiot girl, you belong to me. do you think i’d let anything happen to you?”

the breath that leaves you is sharp, painful, and you flex your hands at his tone. there - you felt it again. you push harder into his cloak, emboldened by his words and the fact that he pulled you from the street. you would have been killed and he’d have your heart and it would all be over ... but it wasn’t.

thump.

you freeze and your head snaps up - meeting his cool gaze.

thump.

“you have a heart.” you whisper, and he pushes off the wall, away from you. you sag against the brick, the rough edges cutting into your skin and grounding you. he stares down at you for a moment before speaking, making your knees weak.

“i possess five.”

your mouth parts, wanting to ask more questions, but you’re silenced when thick thread comes to press against your mouth. it’s strong, resting in the middle of your lips and pressing down, silencing you completely.

“you will do well to remember this, girl. your death will come when it is time, not a moment before. and when that moment comes, i will be there to collect what is owed to me. until then - you will remain untouched.”

you blink, mind turning. you didn’t remember any of this in the contract, there was no mention of him saving you or preserving you, but you can’t argue. the thread against your mouth is unrelenting and you freeze when you feel another strand, curling around your neck. it was loose, soft, and rested against your pulse point.

you both stood in silence until you nodded, and something flashed across kakuzu’s eyes. he pulls his thread back and you inhale a breath, wanting to know more, but he was gone in an instant - leaving you alone and shaking - his words on a repeated loop in your brain.

#oooof this was kinda hard #kakuzu x reader #kakuzu x you #kakuzu prompts #only one more part to go whaaat?! #he’s so grouchy lmaoooo we love you grumpy old man!!

[torchickentacos]

I've never understood Drew snapping in that one scene. Could you try to explain it? You seem to get him well

First off, hello and thank you! I don't know that I get him as much as I just like to poke around his brain and emotions and just don't shut up about him tbh? I see a fucked up fictional guy and explore his emotional issues like a corn maze. See also: Zuko, Clive from PL, BOTW Zelda who I'm counting as a fucked up fictional guy here, et cetera. So anon, I went back and watched that episode, and here are my thoughts. I’m keeping it as close to canon as I can here, though if you’re on my blog you’re likely looking for the ship side of it too. I will touch on that since I do think it’s canonically interwoven with this scene, but I’m trying to mostly focus on Drew as his own character. I do love shipping but more than that I think AG has made characters that stand well on their own, so I did take that into account though he is, in canon, somewhat inextractible from May since their stories are very deliberately playing off of one another. Anyways, let's go, feel free to disagree with me, I'm just some random person with opinions that people trust to go to for information for some reason. And I love it, though I'm not sure what I did to deserve it.

On the surface, it appears that Drew is just unhappy with Absol’s performance. I think we all know it’s not just that, though-but what exactly IS it? I have a few theories, since in the english dub, at least, it’s not clear on the surface level. 

One, and probably the most popular theory I’ve seen back in ye olde pokemon forum days if we’re to not take the explanation of ‘absol did bad’ at face value, is that the stress got to him and she was in the wrong place at the wrong time, not helped by them likely having to face off. Which, sure, whatever- but Drew isn’t the type of person to let contest stress get to him. He’s about perfected that cool facade, though we are really seeing the cracks in the surface here. I think it’s fairly surface-level to read it as just competitive energy getting to him. 

Theory two, I’ve seen people say it’s him getting freaked out and realizing how much of a threat May really is, and this is the moment where he takes her seriously. I think this may play into it a bit, but I do think he took her seriously before this point. This comes after Who What When Where Wynaut (WWWWW) and Spontaneous Combusken, both episodes where she challenges him or is neck-and-neck in terms of banter and conversation. Especially Spontaneous Combusken-in that episode, she’s so good at countering his remarks that he actually chickens out of the conversation (cue “Drew is such a weenie” from Max). Not to mention that in WWWWW she literally saves his ass from death via drowning.I think after that you kind of have to take someone seriously. So, I do think her being a serious rival that he sees as an equal plays into it, but I would not say this was the single defining event where that comes to the surface. However, evidence to support this is here- Solidad says May’s performance in the first round ‘really shook him’, and I do think that plays into it. 

Theory three, the one I find the most interesting. I think that there’s a possibility that Drew is in his head about their rivalry and how that interacts and counteracts with his other feelings for her. Because how do you balance a delicate friendship, a rivalry, and romantic feelings? Not easily, I imagine, and I think Drew bottled up a lot of that and it hit a peak here and spilled out. First, we have him and May in a definite shift at this point. He’s still kind of arrogant, but it’s toned down and they are friends at this point. At the very least, he’s fond of her (source: that frame from WWWWW where he's just looking at her softly, as he does, and tumblr is back to not letting me insert images). 

Actually, scratch that- at this point, it is solid canon he has a crush on her. Solidad does her ‘therapist breaking hipaa privacy laws’ thing and tells may, quote, “he has feelings for you”. Now, May, along with most advanceshippers (love you guys-not an attack lol), seem to assume that the word ‘feelings’ here isn’t super heavy. I put that down to her being dense though because the phrase ‘feelings for you’ is fairly cut and dry. So, canon-at this point, he likes her romantically, and he’s going to have to face her in the grand festival. I think this is a moment where he realizes those two things may be hard to balance in the future. I think he’s got a lot of anxiety about his relationship with May at the moment, whatever the fuck it is. 

So, let’s move to the actual moment where he yells at her. First off, I think Solidad might have actually made things worse. (I think literally everyone being there was the opposite of helpful, actually- Drew is a weird introvert who probably felt somewhat trapped in the situation, though that’s my interpretation of it). Anyways, Solidad immediately calls him out on his bullshit in front of May, Brock, Max, and Ash, which… way to deescalate the situation there. While Drew DOES need someone blunt like that, I don’t think this was the time for her to do her therapist hipaa stuff and talk in front of everyone about how he felt like he failed (very prideful character). So, that makes it worse. So, he grits his teeth, nods, and tries to leave the situation. However, May catches him and tells him that Absol tried its best and that Drew shouldn’t be angry at it (which I really don’t think he is). And he yells at her. 

It’s the scenes after it that solidify it as him struggling with their friendship/rivalry/romantic thing, though-or at least solidify it as a possibility if we're willing to look deeper than pokemon meant for us to. This theory is mostly cemented by the scene where Ash and Drew talk (sorry, respectshippers-not trying to take over your moment here!). They end up talking about rivalries. Ash says stuff about never talking to rivals about how they train (which. One, Paul foreshadowing. But two, wasn’t that the whole thing with Ash and Charmander’s blue haired cowboy trainer? Darius or something?) Anyways, this scene ends with Drew saying “I hear ya. We’re rivals, May and I.” And the emphasis on their rivalry in this talk is what really makes me think a lot of that anger was misdirected weird emotions he had towards their rivalry in conflict towards his other feelings. Is this a stretch? Maybe, idk, but I had fun and it makes sense in my head. Hope this is what you asked for!!!

#long btw for mobile users #taylor's tag #thank you anon! #ask #asks #contestshipping #may #drew #pokeani #pokemon may #pokemon drew #coordinator may #coordinator drew

[flushedmusings]

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i realize now, in the years i’ve known you, i’ve never seen you cry.

not a tear past your eyes.

is it horrible to say i hope one day i will?

i just want to see the rest of your seasons. i love your sun, i praise it, but there’s more to life than that.

plants need water, just as people need to cry.

i worry about you. bottling it up, keeping the pressure inside.

one day when that explodes and there’s prices of me and you spread across the floor from impact, what happens?

will you let me help clean up?

i’ll be there, when you lock me out and leave me waiting. or when we’re in your car laughing and there’s nothing else in the world but us, and the lights reflecting across your windshield.

i’ll be there, when you leave, and it’s just me and your memory, lying in my bed, just a lump of wax with a bittersweet memory of our brief time together.

i know i’ll see you in class tomorrow, but i still feel this melancholy for a time in which your attention was on me. a time that’s never really existed.

everyone else you see, you seem to regard in this, blaring color, with this energy and excitement. and i’m just a black and white picture in the old photo album, in a box somewhere on the top shelf of your closet, pushed past your figurines and books.

and maybe i’m selfish, but when our friends are giggling and giddy about their lovers i can’t help but ache for that. a hollow feeling consumes me, this realization it will never be us. it will never be you saying “i love her more than anything”. and it will never be me on your family vacations.

i know, it’s not like that, i know you may not love anyone. but i can’t help the vomit that crawls up from my stomach. the little flame of jealous rage that eventually just fizzles out, leaving me a pile of smoke.

i know it’s not fair and i know it’s selfish, but what am i to do? there’s no spell that can just make me fall out of love with you, and time hasn’t been working, i’ve spent over a year yearning.

i hate to picture you ranting to a mutual friend of ours about how you know, and how uncomfortable it is for you. if i could stop the way i feel for you a would. i’m sorry.

i’m sorry for always reacting with some sort of quip. but i need to protect myself somehow.

i realize now how cruel i’ve been to you.

if i’ve ever gone too far, please know it’s the times when i find it especially hard to hide the red in my cheeks and steady the beat of my heart.

how can i lie with a straight face but not think about without a grin or tears?

how can i stand to fight these feelings?

when you protect them so gingerly, just holding my heart in the breast pocket of your flannel. keeping it there away from the truth.

i realize now now kind you are to me.

i realize now how often you’ve seen me cry.

and you, you calmed me down, that day you found out. something no one else has ever done. the tip of your thumb just fluttering across my hand, like a butterfly wing.

i’m sorry i can’t do that for you.

is it horrible to wish i could?

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ok, this made no coherent sense in terms of start to finish 😭😭 i may edit this later, or post a different version. idk!!! i just! cannot end poems!

anywhosies, thank you for tuning into this episode of girlfailure poetry™️

also if you know me irl and you know what i’m referring to in this poem, pls just, ignore that and enjoy ! 😁! let’s! move on ok? :3

-🍒

#love poem #original poem #poems on tumblr #poetry #cherry’s journal (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞! #love letters

[quodekash]

OKAY it took me a few days but ive finally finished the second msp our skyy episode (i finished it two days ago lmao) and here are the thoughts i had while watching. good luck, this is gonna be a mess (and likely will need multiple parts as per usual) 

bro they werent kidding about multiverse of cuteness, that was on point 

“no weakness. i only find cuteness. hes so damn cute” IM FREAKING OBSESSED WITH THESE PARALLELS WHAT THE HELL 

omg tinn is standing literally right there what the hell thats hilarious 

OMG THEYRE GONNA DO THE SCHOOL SLEEPOVER THINGY GHREBGHSB 

“ask him to join you for a late night walk, invite him to go swimming” bro i swear por’s watched the series for the original universe or smth bc he really knows everything 

KAJORN 

MY BOY 

HELLO 

i love him 

YEEEEE JORN HUG DISTRACTIONNNNN 

he really just wants a hug 

he just wants others to be proud of him 🥺🥺 

man im so glad my msp hyperfixation is coming back bc ive desperately wanted to pull jorn apart and analyse him but i lost motivation to before i could so hopefully i finally will in the coming weeks 

OMG DRUNK TINN I FORGOT THAT THIS PART WOULD HAPPEN 

(i would like to take a moment to point out sounds face in that screenshot. thank you that is all.) 

PLS I LOVE HIM, HES SO PRECIOUS 

OMG-- 

(i would like to take a moment to point out yo’s face in that screenshot. thank you that is all) 

the way tiw is standing there smiling sweetly and fidgeting with the hem of his shirt bc his boyfriend is in the room and is witnessing how stupid his friend group is so hes nervous but also he loves his boyfriend so much and cant keep his face out of a smile- im sorry i love them too much 

AND THE WAY POR SEES THE SITUATION ESCALATING AND HE MAKES A FACE AT TIW AND GESTURES TO THE BOTTLE AND TIW GRABS THE BOTTLE GBRDFHGBDRJHB 

the attention to detail is astounding 

i love them all so much 

“this is sake we add to the soup. tinn was worried you guys wouldnt believe it, so he took a little sip. just a tiny sip.” (im sorry i just have to point out the way he gestures the tiny sip- ghdgbhf its so sweet and tiny and I WANT TO HUG HIM AND PINCH HIS CHEEKS AND HGBREHB) 

“come on. who would be stupid enough to believe that?? he could’ve just emptied the bottle. theres no need to drink it.” fiNALLY, someone with BRAIN CELLS 

ah what a lovely frame 

(LOOK AT THE WAY FOURTH IS STANDING, ITS SO TINY, SO PRECIOUS, HE IS BABY) 

(no i dont care that he’s literally 20 centimetres taller than me, HE IS BABY) 

“let’s just disband” yo with the disbanding again 

i should make a list of how many times yo suggests disbanding 

ive made a list of pat and disbanding 

i need to rewatch the os2 episodes and also see if win still asks a lot of questions or if its sound this time, and whichever one it is, im gonna write down all of the questions like i did for win and im gonna analyse it 

wait hang on would yo being the disbanding guy affect potential for patjorn?? cos my main piece of evidence for them is the disbanding thing, but phat isnt the ‘we should disband’ guy anymore so.. ??? 

wait hang on 

WAIT HANG ON 

IS THIS WHAT I THINK IT IS 

WAIT WHAT 

OH MY GOODNESS 

HOLY BAJOOLIES 

HOLY FREAKING IN THE NAME OF OUR LORD AND SAVIOUR OISHI ICE TEA WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL 

I SHIP PATJORN, BUT I NEVER THOUGHT THEYD ACTUALLY DO IT 

WHAT 

awww 

IM LITERALLY CRYING THIS IS TOO FREAKING SWEET 

HEEEEEEEELP 

GUYS YOU DO REALISE WHAT THIS MEANS RIGHT??? 

lemme break it down without yelling 

all the ships in canon happen in this universe as well. all the characters still have their same personalities, and therefore (presumably) would still have the same feelings as they do in canon. 

and here, jorn says he plays the bad guy and pressures the music club so that theyre serious and then win hot wave and then can date. 

what this means is, in canon, pat still has his isaan accent. pat still does the little “oh” thing. jorn still plays the bad guy and pressures them a lot. 

the only differences: 1. pat has glasses, which honestly just feels like more reason for jorn to like phat (”the way his glasses frame his face and make his big round eyes look slightly larger”). 2. pat is constantly suggesting that they disband. 3. jorn seems to want the band to stop being a thing, rather than pressuring them to do better and practice harder, but that’s presumably because in the canon universe, its not really common knowledge that the band cant date until after hot wave, whereas in this universe the characters seem to know without needing to find out from an external source (which is probably for plot convenience for time’s sake, but shut up it works), so, chances are in canon jorn just isnt aware that there are other options and thinks they have to leave the band in order to date. 4. definitely other things i just cant think of them rn 

what im tryna say here is all the evidence points towards patjorn being possible in canon as well as this universe. i will break this down further in a future post but for now i need to get on with this commentary 

HIS SMILE 

HIS HAPPY LITTLE SMILE 

HE MAKES ME SO HAPPY 

“from now on, we’ll help music club win hot wave, so i... i mean, so you, kajorn” lmao nice save buddy. real subtle there. 

OMG POR’S GRIN 

HIS EVIL LITTLE GRIN 

EVEN PATJORN IS JUST GOOD NEWS FOR TIWPOR 

THIS ENTIRE THING- everything is just leading towards tiwpor. this has just become a tiwpor series 

and im so happy about it 

HIS SMILE 

I LOVE IT WHEN HE SMILES 

HE DOESNT OFTEN SMILE 

HES SO HAPYYYYYY 

HE MAKES ME HAPPY 

GEIURKJBSG 

I LOVE HIM 

their “to the music club! yeah!!” IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY THEY MAKE ME SO HAPPY I LOVE THEM ALL SO MUCH 

THEY ARE RUNNING 

AND JORN IS WITH THEM 

JORN IS PART OF THEIR GROUP NOW 

HES PART OF THE SQUAD 

HOLY HELL 

THERE ARE TIMES WHERE I LIKE THIS UNIVERSE MORE THAN THE CANON UNIVERSE AND THIS IS ONE OF THOSE MANY MANY TIMES 

jeez i was expecting to dislike these episodes and im ending up enjoying it as much, if not more, than the actual series. how did this happen. 

it’s literally been two days since i finished the episode and started writing out the thoughts i had while watching and im only 8 and a half minutes through the episode. this may take a while. 

yayyy tinngun 

OMG SOUNDWIN 

“no way. i wont exhaust myself for nothing.” mood 

lmao 

omg taking advantage of the leg thing i love them so much (ft tiwpor in the background) 

I LOVE HIM HES SO CARING I LOVE HIM SO SO MUCH 

i love them 

i love them so much 

ive said it too much but its just so true 

i love them with all my soul 

TIWPOR BEING BOYFRIENDSSSSS 

guys i love them so much i love them so freaking much 

and their dainty little jog? UGH I LOVE THEM 

“nice shirt.” “i know, right? my boyfriend bought it for me. you should ask your boyfriend to buy one for you.” “im wearing what my boyfriend bought for me.” “no wonder it looks just as nice.” I LOVE THEM SO MUCHHHHHH 

ALL OF THE SHIPS 

ALL OF THEM ARE GETTING SCREENTIME 

AND ITS LIKE ACTUAL SCREEN TIME NOT JUST TINY CRUMBS 

IM SOBBING I LOVE THEM SO 

oh 

oh no 

now yo is lonelyyyyy 

im sorry yoooo 

SOMEONE GET NOOK IN THE BUILDING, PLEASE, IM BEGGING YOU, YO NEEDS HAPPINESS 

THEYRE PHAT-ING HIM AND MAKING HIM SAD AND LONELY 

NOOK NOW, PLEASE AND THANK YOU 

never fear, the oishi ice tea is here!! 

we’ve got the oishi ice tea, you know what that means? 

it’s time for a cute gay moment!! 

i smell a sponsorship. 

i also smell tinngun about to be cute and gay. 

the oishi ice tea is always the answer. 

(if you know exactly what posts of mine from the past im referencing here, you get a cookie and a high five bc damn. if you’re curious as to what i mean, merry christmas, merry christmas, and merry christmas) 

“it serves you right for bullying me. i deserve a good thing.” YES YOU DO, TINN, BEST BOI 

i ran out of images again (i suspect this will be another four-parter, perhaps five, who knows) 

(also a little note here, i put all my our skyy 2 commentary under the same tag and its always the first tag of the post, so if you tap/click on that one youll find the rest of my commentary on the episode (if you want to)) 

#quodekash watches our skyy 2 despite desperately needing to sleep #patjorn #phatjorn #patkajorn #tiwpor #tiwsonpor #soundwin #winsound #tinngun #guntinn #markford #winnysatang #satangwinny #geminifourth #mark pakin #ford allan #satang kittiphop #winny thanawin #gemini norawit #fourth nattawat #aun napat #prom theepakon #captain passatorn

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Sainon strikes again!!

I grew up with tmnt 2003 so I’m biased too but I did like 2012 when it came out, but I didn’t follow it as much as I did 03

I completely agree with you on Donnie and Mikey’s characterization! I really loathed what they did to Donnie with the whole love triangle thing they wanted to do. I absolutely loved Donnie in 03 but 12 Donnie omfg. I blame a lot of my dislikes of the show on the writing itself bc I don’t think they wrote April very well either it’s odd idk.

I thought Donnie’s crush on April was cute, silly, and funny at first but they kept beating the dead horse with this and then Casey showed up, added to it, and I wanted to scream.

They ALL deserved better but how the writers treated mikey and his canonical adhd was TRASH.

This is just me very personally as well but when I was just a wee child I empathized with 03 raph a lot bc, even tho I never acted on it, I was just constantly filled with rage that’s a lie I swung a computer at my bully’s face when I’d finally had enough. I didn’t like how they treated Raph’s anger in 2012 especially during the episode where they specifically addressed it. Splinter basically just said “bottle it” and like kind of belittled him for letting things get to him. When they were insulting him for the sake for the exercise I think I realized that 12 raph has trouble seeing when people are being serious with their insults (like me lol). Those were his brothers, contextually he should’ve known they didn’t actually mean any of those things but that’s not how he takes it. And if slash SPIKE is anything to go by he actually thinks his brothers think a lot of bad things about him. He doesn’t open up to his brothers because he does not trust them with his emotions that he himself has trouble dealing with/interpreting

On a more positive note: I do love Raph and Mona’s relationship ship, it’s absolutely fantastic

12 Raph likes a woman that can kick his ass and I have to respect that

Writing characters with anger is a difficult slope and is often written badly. As someone who has anger issues but learned how to deal with them over time, when I see a character like 2012 raph, who has trouble handling and understanding his emotions, it both points out the issues and also makes it hard for me as someone who deals with the same thing, relate because it’s often demonized.

Literally half the stuff they wrote in 2012 acted like they wanted to talk about heavy issues but it was written in a way that was almost mocking and demonizing with most of not all the characters. Literally it brought out the worse in everyone of these characters and it drives me nuts

April is the “strong girl who don’t need no man/turtle” but written insufferably, Donnie is the swooning brother who basically is an incel but also a genius who seriously deserves recognition for all he’s done (rest PLS), raph and his anger issues and lack of understanding his own emotions and the perpetuated “I’m tough, don’t feel emotion” manly bullshit, the terrible depiction of Mikey and his ADHD, and I’m not sure they did a very good job or not on PTSD with Leo and his whole focus on being the leader isnt… that great from what I know. And Casey… idk tbh??? He also had some “let me fight for the girl” dumb dumb stuff so he was meh. The love triangle with him and Donnie and April was also dumb because if those three just stopped that shenanigans, can you imagine how great they’d be as a dynamic???

Anyway, ye. There is definitely a lot they could have done better with all of them but I know that is more of a time thing~

Thanks for coming back Sai-Non!!

-pen

#pen talks #tmnt 2012 #writing discussion #discussion