#really wish my hair would stop thinning in a not normal way and with the constant itching. i need to see a doctor

[grapejuicestyless]

The Tide Always Goes Out

Conrad Fisher x fem!reader

ANGST

Summery: You were sick. You had always been sick. But you looked so healthy, so it couldn’t be true. Conrad could live in denial of his best friend’s inevitable death but there was nothing he could do to stop it and he has to accept it.(Inspired by the book Little Women specifically the scene in the 2019 film between Beth and Jo.) Mentions of illness and death.

We sat on the beach squished on a small blanket. wrinkles from our shifting and creases beneath us from where we sit. We talk about everything and anything all morning. Not minding the grey overcast of the clouds covering the usually very blue sky. Or how the waves are more violent than they usually are. I know this because I remember it vividly. It wasn’t that long ago I was really there. Making sure it would last forever. Only now I wish I hadn’t because it haunts me more than it comforts me. And the entire way it played out still makes my heart ache with regret.

Somehow I end up with her lying over me. She lays her head in my lap, the thin blanket woven together with faint reds and oranges creating a little hammock for her to rest on. I can feel the way her heartbeats erratically over my thigh. The way her lip’s curl into a soft smile. The ocean reflected in her eyes. If it weren’t for the heavy eye bags and the slight tremble in her bones, she’d be normal. A normal girl with no issues. You wouldn’t even know how deeply her suffering ran. Sometimes, on the better days, I let myself become fooled as well. Playing dumb hurts less than facing the truth.

“Con.” Her eyes flick up to mine, and I can’t help the way my own avert her gaze. I am too afraid to face her. Even now. The girl who I worship day and night. I never did pray before her, but now I pray that when I wake up, she’ll still be beside me. And we can enjoy the company the other has to offer just one last time. I can’t look down and see how much she’s changed. It scares me, because the traces of the illness torturing her is evidence to how real it is. And I would rather live in oblivious bliss.

“I want you to know I’m not really scared anymore.” It’s not what I expected to come from her lips, but it’s what she lands on. Theres no room in her wording for me to deny what she’s trying to say. My eyes flick down to hers, and my hands moves the hair blowing in the wind messily across her face.

“Y/n, come on. Don’t say shit like that.” I smile, but I don’t really mean in. I don’t find her words funny, and I don’t like that my best friend is sick.

“No, Conrad. I’m serious.” She breathes out, hands pressing against my skin to lift herself up. I feel a chill run through my body without her warmth to ease the morning chill. More than that, I can feel the coolness in my heart when she separates from me, and I long for the next moment I’ll feel her gentle touch.

“I’ve had a lot of time to think about this and I’m certain that I’ll be okay.” I continue to look at her, but only this time, she is the one looking at the sand, tracing her fingers in it as they stretch past her ankles to the floor.

“And I’m only so sure because I know you’ll be there.” Her eyes flicker up to the sky and I swear I see the sky brighten for just a moment. The blue underneath all the grey breaking free for a split second. “I’ve known you my whole life, and I’ve felt things for you that I have felt with no one else. I know you, and I trust that you’ll come find me in the next life.” Pulling at her lip, she waits for a response.

“But I want to keep you in this one.” My hand finds hers and all I can do is squeeze onto her desperately. Wanting nothing more but to keep her close. So I can watch her. Make sure shes okay. She’s lost all of her fight, her will to stay. And I know it’s because of the pain. I’ve heard her sobs just down the halls and the hushed whispers of my mother and her’s. But part of me wonders if it’s simply because I did not do enough. If I wasn’t enough reason for her to stay.

“It’s like the tide going out. It goes out slowly, but it can’t be stopped.” And we both know it. Theres no stopping what will happen to her. Theres no wish or medicine or fight that could keep her here beside me. It makes me want to cry, but I don’t. It would be selfish of me to get so upset when I am still here. Well and alive. Promised many years to age and achieve things she never was given the chance to.

“I’ll stop it.” I don’t look down at her, but I can feel how she shifts. The way her frown only deepens and the bags in her eyes get heavier. She sighs heavily into the silence, shaking her head slowly. She refuses to cry though. Partly because I know she knows she’ll have plenty of time to cry in the darkness of her room, when the ache in her bones is too much and theres no way of stopping it. And the other part of me recognizes that it’s because there’s no reason to in her eyes.

Y/n knew it better than all of us. She had lived a good life. She could do things and want things some children could never even dream of. She had a warm home with a glowing fireplace that her family often gathered around. A loving sister and a great brother. Her mother and father were healthy and she had the best friends she could have ever asked for. Her only regret is that she had to make her own mother pick out the details for her headstone.

When I pull her into my body, I have no idea it will be for the last time. I have no clue that her sobs won’t part from her lips. Because when she closes her eyes, she doesn’t drift into her usual place of rest. Her eyes don’t flutter open at the soft creak of the stairs when Jeremiah decides he wants a late night snack. Nor does she stir when Steven laughs, following behind him not as skillfully.

Not even when her mother screams early in the morning, hands clinging to her limp wrists, cold and lifeless. The tears from my mother mixing with her younger sisters don’t even make her flinch. And it’s chilling because it almost looks like she was smiling. The lift of her lips is barely there, but it makes me feel better knowing she went in peace.

I remember that day more clearly than ever. How the grey sky haunts me and the way she spoke so surely about her death still sends chills through my veins. I could have only wished to have looked at her a little closer that day. So that even in her darkest moments, I could be as certain as she was that the image of her would never fade, and I would always be able to memorize each wrinkle in her skin.

So I tell myself that when it’s my time, I’ll do what she said I would. I’ll find her in the next life. And I’ll look a little harder at her, and I’ll admire her for longer.

#tsitp conrad #conrad x reader #conrad fisher angst #conrad fisher #little women #conrad fisher x you #conrad x you #conrad fisher x y/n #conrad fisher x reader #conrad #team conrad

[notiddygxthgf]

9. "daybreak"

★ pairings: plug!wakasa imaushi x f!reader

★ synopsis: the one where you have the hots for your dealer, and Wakasa is always eager to please a customer. (don't let your bf stop you from finding ur hubby)

★ content warning: smut, angst, lotta porn w a lotta plot, car sex, dealer wakasa, cheating, oral sex, sneaky link, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, sex while high, consensual drug use, mentions of abuse, unprotected sex, so much more...

★ a/n: omg. I am so sorry for disappearing for a month... finals have been cray cray.. also my grandma died rip. ive been carefully crafting this for a month and updates will flow much quicker after this!! shit gets real tho... beware. (yall know the drill, comment ur thoughts n wishes).

★ w.c.; 5.2k

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YOU WOKE UP TO A COLD, EMPTY BED. As the morning sun peeked lazily through the thin curtains, they cast a wam glow across the hardwood floor. Your hair was a tousled mess atop your pillow, legs still sore from the night you had shared with Wakasa – though the activities had trailed well into this morning. You opened your eyes, disoriented for a brief moment as you blinked a few times. You shifted to the right, and then realized that you were alone. 

The realization brought a pang of sadness that fluttered in your chest. You reached out to feel the empty space beside you, sweaty fingers trailing over the cool sheets – sheets that had been twisted between your fingers only a few hours earlier.

There was a sharp pain in your back as you sat up, though it didn’t compare to the overwhelming sense of loneliness that came with waking up alone. The memories of the previous night flooded your mind and filled you with a sense of longing you couldn’t deny. You recalled the way Wakasa’s eyes bore into yours, lips dripping with passionate praise as he claimed your body. Then you recalled the sound of his laughter, the hushed conversations, the gentle, intimate touches – in the quiet stillness of the morning, you were alone.

You should have known that he would leave in the morning. Thats how hook-ups usually worked. He’d had his fun with you and he vanished like thin air. Under normal circumstances, you would have thought nothing of it. Just fun. That’s all it was supposed to be.

But still, you couldn’t help but yearn for him; for the feeling of his hair between your fingers, for the feeling of his strong arms wrapped around your body. He made you melt. Was it all a lie?

Wakasa cupped your face, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through your veins. “I wish I could run away with ‘ya, doll, but we gotta be realistic,” he said, voice filled with longing. “There can’t be a happy ending for us. You know that, don’t ‘ya?”

He was right about that much. There couldn’t be a happy ending for the two of you. 

You swung your legs over the edge of the bed and let your bare feet make contact with the cool floor. The shiver you felt could have been from the sudden chill that hit your body as the sheets fell from your shoulders or the emptiness that enveloped you. You cast your gaze to the floor, feeling the heaviness in your chest again.

Just fun, you had to remind yourself. No feelings.

You slid your slippers onto your cold feet. The morning routine which once brought you a sense of comfort now felt mechanical and devoid of meaning. Going through the motions of getting out of bed, you allowed your mind to wander – and wander it did… wander right back to him.

You found yourself missing him. You couldn’t help but replay the moments of intimacy in your mind. The feeling of his lips brushing against yours, the way he let your fingers trace patterns over his tatted skin, the way he held you through the night. He was so warm – it had all felt so real and perfect. But now, with the morning light casting a harsh reality upon your heavy heart, you couldn’t help the sense of emptiness you felt at the prospect of going back to the way things had been before yesterday. 

Was that really all it was to him? You asked yourself. Were you a placeholder? A quick cum-and-go situation? 

Instead of dwelling too hard on it, you made your way to the kitchen. You felt around on the countertop for the coffee machine. Popping one of the instant coffee capsules into the top of the machine, you watched it whir to life. The familiar aroma of fresh coffee brought little solace. You stood in front of the coffee machine half asleep, heart aching with longing you knew you shouldn’t have felt. The analog clock on the stove read 12:41 PM.

Weary eyes scanning the room, you let yourself wake up little by little. Your gaze settled on the pile of blankets on the couch, which… you didn’t remember putting out there. It looked to be one big blanket draped over a pile. 

Figuring you might as well clean it up while you were still looking at it, you pushed yourself away from the counter, walking – or perhaps limping – to the couch. You had been expecting a mess beneath the blanket. What you hadn’t been expecting when you peeled back the first blanket, however, was a head of golden hair to peek out at you. 

You froze with surprise at the sight that greeted you. There, on your couch, was the White Leopard himself, the man of the evening. You hadn’t expected him to stay, so you weren’t quite sure how to process the situation. Still, your heart warmed at the sight of him, knowing he’d cared enough to stay with you – and even more to let you have the entire bed while he slept on the couch. The gesture was… well, surprisingly kind.

You couldn’t deny that you had been preparing to be left in the dust. That’s all you had ever known. Given the passionate haze of a night that lingered in your memory, however, you had found yourself wishing it would last a little longer. Seeing him asleep on your couch, you felt a mix of surprise, curiosity, and uncertainty.

Continuing to watch the man sleep, you allowed your eyes to trace the curves and contours of his feminine face. His long, golden hair peeking out from beneath a layer of deep, purple dye. The smaller strands framed his delicate features. His lips were parted just slightly, blonde lashes casting soft shadows over his cheeks. 

You were stuck by how beautiful he was in such a vulnerable state. Was this really the same criminal you had bedded last night? The alluring, passionate man who exuded such an intense air of confidence…?

You couldn’t help but feel a sense of curiosity about Wakasa as you stared down at his serene, sleeping form. Who was he beneath the surface? Who was he outside of his relationship with you, outside of his ties to the criminal world? What were his dreams, his fears, his hopes? What was his story?

It was then that you realized how little you really knew about your forbidden lover. You approached the couch slowly, drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Being careful not to wake him, you knelt beside him. The man stirred in his sleep, scrunching his nose, but he didn’t wake up. The movement made you smile softly, feeling a sense of warmth and contentment you hadn’t expected.

He was breathtaking, a symphony of beauty – the way his brows arched just so, the way his lazy, downturned eyes were just barely shut. You found yourself lost in the details, the intricacies of his face.

As you continued to watch him sleep, you felt something shift inside of you. You wanted to know more about the man in front of you. You wanted to see his ups and downs, hear more about his past with Shinichiro and Takeomi. You wanted to know about all of his dreams and aspirations, what made him tick and what made him laugh. You wanted to unravel the alluring mystery that was Imaushi Wakasa.

Your heart swelled with a newfound tenderness. You gazed softly at Wakasa, who was lost in a peaceful slumber. This was so much more than just sex to you. You wished – above anything else – that circumstances could have been different.

You picked a stray away from his face, tucking it behind his ear. Wakasa stirred, lashes fluttering as he began to wake up. You quickly pulled your hand away, heart skipping a beat.

Wakasa blinked sleepily, droopy eyes searching the room until they focused on you. A soft, lazy grin made its way onto his lips as his gaze lingered on your face. “Mornin’,” he said hoarsely.

Feeling your face warm a little bit at the sound of his morning voice, you returned the gesture. “Good morning,” You replied softly, unable to tear your eyes away from him even though you knew it would be dangerous to keep looking at him. “Well, good afternoon.”

He rolled over on the couch, tugging the blanket down so he could stretch his arms out above his head with a loud yawn. His muscles tensed, toned arms flexing above him. Your eyes wandered from his tattoos down to his chest.

Gazing at you with a mixture of admiration and curiosity, he licked his lips. “What time’s’it?” He asked, running a a hand through his hair. It looked so silky, even now after the two of you had spent the entire night rolling around.

“12:42,” You answered him, avoiding his tired gaze. “What are you doing out here?”

Wakasa shrugged. “Thought it would be best for the both of us if I slept on the couch. Figured I’d give you some space,” he explained. You understood the implications of his words, and you knew he had made the right choice. Lord knew that waking up next to him would make you fall in love. “Were you watchin’ me?”

Embarrassed, you pursed your lips.

His grin only widened, and he reached out to gently cup your cheek, turning your flustered face towards him. “You’re sweet,” he said, thumb caressing your hot skin. “You sleep well?”

You knew you shouldn’t, but you couldn’t help but lean into his touch, feeling the warmth spread from your face to the rest of your body. You knew it was foolish of you to continue indulging in his attention like this when you were walking a fine line already, but when you looked into his eyes and saw him look back at you with desire, you found yourself unable to resist him.

“We didn’t sleep until, like…” You trailed off, racking your memory while memories from last night flicked through your mind like you were rewinding a VHS tape. “Five. In the morning.”

Wakasa chuckled, sending sparks up and down your body. The two of you glanced down at his stomach when it grumbled. He laughed, “Dunno why ‘m still hungry. I ate real good last night.”

You bit your lip, letting your face burn at his words. You glanced to the kitchen, and then back at him. “You like eggs and toast?” You asked. “I haven’t gotten the chance to go grocery shopping or do much cleaning around here, sorry. I just wasn’t expecting–”

Wakasa pulled you in, locking your lips together to shut you up. The two of you parted slowly, savoring the moment, before Wakasa said, “Eggs and toast sound great.”

You licked your lips with a smile, putting some distance between the two of you for the sake of your mental health. He was dangerous, him and his lips. Wordlessly, you made your way over to the kitchen.

“How do you take your coffee?” You called, grabbing the cup of coffee that had just finished brewing and then popping another capsule into the machine.

Wakasa answered, “Two sugars, baby.”

You followed his command, popping the sugar canister open and scooping one big spoonful into the mug you had originally brewed for yourself. You let it dissolve a bit before stirring the cup in a clockwise motion.

“Here you go,” You said, setting the mug on the table. There was a clean pan on the stove already. You turned on the flame, and then reached into the cupboard above you in search of a bowl. Fetching three eggs from the fridge, you set your station for the meal you were about to make.

As you cracked the eggs into the bowl, you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist from behind, and a familiar warmth pressed up against your back. Biting back a gasp, you leaned into his touch. There was something else pressing into your back too, but you were trying your best not to think too hard about it.

Something was an early bird, even if Wakasa wasn’t.

“I had a great time last night, doll,” He whispered against the back of your neck, breath tickling the shell of your ear. “You always this pretty in the mornin’?”

Fighting a smile, you tried to focus on the task at hand. You added a pinch of salt to the eggs, but your attention was stolen away by the feeling of his slender fingers slipping beneath the fabric of your tee. He gripped your stomach pudge, leaning down to plant soft kisses along the valley of your neck. 

Casual, you had to remind yourself. Keep it casual.

“What happened to keepin’ it casual?” You replied, though your voice was dripping with amusement. You took the fork into your hand, sticking it into the yellow goop and attempting to whisk it. But, alas, Waka’s proximity was making it a little difficult to keep on track.

His hands roamed over your waist – warm, secure, safe. When he peppered more kisses along your jawline, you squirmed a bit, grinning hard enough to feel it in your cheeks. You dumped the egg mixture into the now heated pan, listening to the way it sizzled.

“You ain’t exactly makin’ it easy, c’mon,” he teased, nuzzling his face into your neck, and you couldn’t help but blush at his words. “I won’t tell your man.”

You turned to face Waka, bracing your arms on the kitchen counter. He was grinning at you with that affectionate twinkle in his eyes, and you found it suddenly difficult to keep your feelings to yourself. As if he had read your mind, he leaned in, and you melted into his touch. 

Your lips met in the middle, dancing against each other lazily. He brought his hands down over your thighs as you tangled a hand in his hair to deepen the kiss. They slid up to your hips, and then gripped the meat of your ass. With a hungry groan, Wakasa lifted you onto the counter.

“You don’t get tired, do you?” You panted through a mouthful of his tongue.

Wakasa chuckled – the sound was low and sultry. “Of you?” he said. “Neva’.”

Then his lips were back on yours, hot and soft. His hands found their way back to your clothes, sliding up your bare thighs and ghosting over the hem of your panties. Suddenly, you had forgotten all about the eggs on the stove.

That is, until you smelled something burning. You pulled away from him, shoving him back while you rushed to the stove. “Shit!” You exclaimed.

You turned the heat down. Using the spatula you had laid out earlier, you scraped the burnt egg bits off the side of the pan, trying your best to salvage the meal. Eggs were expensive these days.

Wakasa laughed a little as he stepped back. You couldn’t help but laugh with him as you grabbed a dish towel to wave away the smoke. Even though you were a little disappointed that your makeout session had been interrupted, you felt yourself smile as you surveyed the damage.

“Well done is good too,” He hummed.

It took a remarkable amount of strength to keep your feelings out of the mix. You waved him off with a smile, gesturing toward the table. “Make yourself useful and go set the table.”

★

Takeomi sat back in his chair, swishing the brown liquid in his glass around with an air of mild interest about him. His hair was down today, black tufts speckled with grey like pepper, falling over his scarred face. The dining table was remarkably quiet. Though, admittedly, him bringing liquor for the two of you to share was nice. Usually he downed the whole thing himself – not like he hadn’t come home shitfaced already.

“You had fun today with Shin and Benkei?” You asked him, trying to strike up a conversation. You decided you wouldn’t acknowledge the fact that he had drunk himself stupid last night already as he took another hefty swig. You were in no place to talk. Not after the night you had spent with his coworker.

“You’ll be back soon, right?” You asked.

Wakasa stretched his arms out, straddling the seat of his motorbike. He slipped the key into the ignition. “Course I will.”

Coming up behind him, you threw your arms around his waist, pressing your head to his chest. He looked so cute like this, wearing a hoodie that was a few sizes too big for his small frame. It was your boyfriend’s hoodie, of course, but that wasn’t important.

“Stay with me,” you whispered, voice still a little husky from your… post-breakfast activities. 

“You know I would if I could, doll,” the man replied. He reached behind himself to tie his loose, golden locks into a ponytail. He picked out his two signature strands to hang around his face. Turning to face you, he pressed your foreheads together.

You felt your heart fluter in your chest. You didn’t want him to leave.

“Wanna kiss you,” he chuckled, shaking his head, although he didn’t pull away from you. “But that’ll only make it harder to leave.”

“We shouldn’t,” you agreed, peering up into his soft, lazy eyes and pleading with him to stay with you. “Someone might see us.”

The distance between the two of you – or, rather, the lack thereof – remained the same, neither of you daring to break the trance. 

He leaned down a bit more. His lips ghosted over hers, warm breath fanning over her hot skin. “Yeah. Wouldn’t want that happenin’.”

Before you could object, he pressed his lips to yours in a deep, passionate kiss. You melted against him, wrapping your arms around his neck and losing yourself in the feeling. The way your lips slotted together like they were made to fit each other had you reeling for more. When the two of you finally parted, you could see the desire in his eyes, and you knew that even if he couldn’t say it, he felt the same.

“Get home safe,” You told him.

“Will do, princess,” he promised before turning the key. His bike revved to life.

Takeomi’s tired eyes observed you as you uncapped the bottle of whiskey and poured yourself another glass. “It was alright,” he deadpanned, then he paused before adding, “Look, I’m sorry about yesterday. I should’ve taken you home myself.”

You froze, only for a moment, before returning your gaze to him. It took a great amount of effort to cool the burn that threatened to crawl its way over your face at the prospect of him knowing what happened between you and Wakasa last night. “You’re fine,” you shook your head. “I wound up going to bed early anyway.” 

“Fuck,” Wakasa breathed. “Y’look good with my dick in your mouth, baby.”

He doesn’t know, you had to remind yourself. There was no way he could have known.

“Waka get you home safe?” He asked.

You rubbed the sweat off your palms onto your pants, nervously avoiding eye contact. “Yeah. We took the highway back.”

“I would’ve sent you home with, like, literally anyone else if the guys weren’t so drunk. I can’t stand him,” Your boyfriend sighed, leaning back in his chair like he knew what you had done. “Little shit thinks hes so much better than everyone else. Him and that… Brut.”

The way his hair fell into his face as he snuggled his head into the pillow was almost hypnotic. “I could treat you better. So much better, ‘know I could. I’ve never felt that for anyone before.”

“He ain’t put his hands on ‘ya, did he?” Takeomi hummed, eyes darkening suddenly with the weight of his words.

“I won’t tell your man.”

With a weak smile and a humorless chuckle, you answered, “No, baby. He knows I have a boyfriend.”

Briefly, you wondered if he could sense his presence on you. You wondered if, even though you had bathed yourself in perfume before coming here, Takeomi could smell his scent on your body, the faint essence of his expensive cologne lingering on your clothes. While the two of you had been careful not to leave marks on one another, you felt self conscious in front of him, like Wakasa’s lips had left blistering scars and love bites all over your skin. 

Takeomi only nodded at you. He reached for the bottle of whiskey and topped off his glass, taking another sip. Then, just as it had been before, the table was quiet for a few minutes.

He doesn’t know, you had to remind yourself. As your phone buzzed against your thigh, you reminded yourself that your boyfriend didn’t know who it was, even if you had only assumed it was him. A thought crossed your mind – perhaps it would serve you well to change your passcode one of these days. 

Flipping the phone screen-side-up in your lap, you swiped on the notification. The warmth returned to your cheeks with remarkable speed.

Waka

|   Image Attached

|   Thinkin of u doll

You clicked on the photo. When it blew up on your screen, you fiddled with the brightness settings. It was a picture of two eggs done sunny side up. The yolks resembled a set of tits. You could see Wakasa’s hand in the corner of the photo, holding the plate up to the camera, tatted skin reflecting light from somewhere behind the screen. 

You

|   go fk yourself

|    mine dont sit that pretty lol

Waka

|   idk wtf ur talkin abt, yours sit real pretty.

|  but i mean s been a min so

|   might need a refresher ;)

Fighting the urge to laugh at his shenanigans, you typed up your brief response quickly before turning the phone off.

You

|   no comment lol

You muted all notifications for Wakasa for the time being, setting your phone on the table as you pushed yourself up and away from the chair. 

“I’m gonna take a quick shower. I hope that’s okay,” You said.

Too wasted to comment verbally on your request, he waved you off. You dusted the hem of your shirt, stumbling drunkenly for a moment before leaving the table without so much as another word.  

★

The steamy shower provided a brief – yet much needed – moment of solace for your conflicted spirit. The hot water felt like acid against your even hotter skin, melting your troubles away and easing the pain away from your shoulders. Yet, still, it did little to ease the guilt and confusion that seemed to overwhelm you.

You had cheated on your boyfriend. You were past that part. What shocked you now was the fact that you were catching feelings for the guy you did it with. The emotions were almost too strong to bear. You felt like a monster – it all felt so wrong. 

But, shit, not to be cliche… but if that were the case then you weren’t too sure you wanted to be right. 

The man thrilled you, filled you with desires you had never felt before. In a mere month alone, he had managed to completely sweep you off of your feet. He had taken what was once a plain, boring reality and painted his name all over it.

Having already had washed your hair earlier today, you focused on working up a lather over your skin with Takeomi’s body wash – anything to help cleanse the filth from your soul.

Your mind was racing with thoughts and emotions, wondering how you had let things get to this point. 

If I could go back in time, would I do it again? You furrowed your brows. Letting your hands glide over your body on their own, you mindlessly scrubbed away at your skin. You knew you had betrayed your boyfriend by that point, having cheated on him with – of all of his coworkers – the man he appeared to despise the most. He would undoubtedly try to kill one of you if word got out that you were seeing each other behind his back. All things considered, Takeomi was a decent man, least that’s what you told yourself. You’d be doing a disservice to yourself to leave him and all of this stability behind for the pursuit of temporary happiness.

And then what? Would Wakasa eventually grow tired of you and leave you for another? You didn’t want to be blacklisted from Tokyo’s criminal world, as crazy as that may have sounded. 

Then again, it would be even more of a disservice to yourself to give what you had with Wakasa up so soon. His lips dripped with venom; His half-lidded eyes contained promises of a future you weren’t sure was even possible. 

In those eyes, you saw a reflection of your own desires – the future you desperately wanted the two of you to share. You saw a man who was both powerful and vulnerable; a man who had earned the title of one of Japan’s most feared men, a man who had swept the hair out of your face and wiped your tears away. In those eyes, you could see the weight of the responsibility he carried, knowing you only added to that burden. He led like it was second nature to him, having been well-known around these parts for the many generous sacrifices he’d made to those in his circle – your boyfriend being one of them. 

You wondered if he had ever truly allowed himself to be happy. 

But, shit, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t see the way his whole face lit up when you entered the room. It couldn’t have been a lie, not all of it, at least.

Most of all, behind those eyes, you saw a kindred spirit, someone who seemed to understand you in a way that no one else ever has before. You could see this unspoken connection that defied both logic and reason – a shared emotion that was both forbidden and undeniable.

As you stood there in the shower, you realized that you would have to face the consequences of your actions at some point. You couldn’t run from it forever – what you had done was undeniably wrong in a moral sense; no amount of reassurance from Waka or yourself would change that fact. Some day, Takeomi would find out about the two of you, and you weren’t sure if you were ready for things to come to an end so soon. 

You sighed. “I don’t want him goin’ after us.”

Wakasa’s hand found its way over to yours. “I’ll keep ‘ya safe. Promise,” he said.

You didn’t care if it was an illusion. He looked so ethereal beneath you, hair splayed out on the pillow around his face like a halo. He was so vulnerable, so perfect. Wakasa’s eyes were filled with a mixture of longing and determination. “And if ‘ya change ‘yer mind about being with him,” he said huskily, his hand reaching up to caress your cheek one more time. “I’m a call away.”

You felt your resolve crumble as you crashed your lips down on his, mouths melding together for what must have been the hundredth time that night. You moaned softly, moving your hands from his waist to the pillow beneath his head as you felt him brace his hands on your hips.

I’m not ready yet, you decided. You didn’t care if it was wrong. You didn’t care if there would be dire and extreme consequences if and when word about the two of you got out. You wanted to stay in this illusion with him a little while longer.

Warm, salty tears mixed with the water running down your face and over your quivering lips as you tried to wrap your head around it all. The thought of being hurt by Takeomi again made you feel sick to your stomach – You had seen the damage he was capable of doing to his opponents, you didn’t even want to know what he would do to you if he found out about Wakasa. Still, you had betrayed him. You knew repercussions would come eventually.

As you stepped out of the shower and dried yourself off with a towel, you swallowed your guilt. You had a clean set of clothes folded neatly atop the sink. The shirt slipped loosely over your head, though the pants took some effort to squeeze into. You gazed at your tired face in the mirror. You looked about as lost as you felt. Deciding eventually that worrying about it now wouldn’t change the eventual outcome, you sighed, reaching for the door.

“Might as well ride the train until it crashes,” you murmurred beneath your breath.

Who knows? That confrontation might be years away.

Looping around the hallway, you approached the staircase. There was that faint, distinct aroma of booze that lingered in the air – that and the familiar stench of Takeomi’s cigars. A smile adorned your lips at the thought of being able to share a smoke with him. You rarely got the chance to smoke a Cuban these days. Slowly, you made your descent down the stairs.

You could hear the TV playing something – Takeomi had moved to the living room. You guessed he was done drinking for the night. Lord knew you were too drunk to continue on yourself.

Anticipation bubbled within you as you approached the living room. Takeomi was seated on the loveseat with a cigar pinched between his thumb and index finger. His hair was a bit greasy from his day out, just faintly illuminated by the yellow light cast onto his face from the lamp in the corner. 

As your gaze met his, your anticipation was met with an unexpected sight. Takeomi’s brows were furrowed, lips pressed into a thin line. The tension that radiated from his rigid posture seemed to cast a shadow over the room. There was a storm brewing behind his eyes.

Your heart skipped a beat, then two, your smile dropping from your face. Concern etched itself across your expression. The soft pitter-patter of your bare, damp feet on the hardwood floor seemed to echo louder in the charged atmosphere.

“Is something the matter?” You asked, doing your best to keep your tone gentle despite the hint of unease that lingered behind your words.

“Yeah,” he answered. The end of his cigar crackled as he took a long, hefty hit.

Confusion washed over you. A flicker of worry cast a cloud over your sunny disposition. You approached him slowly, steps tentative. “What’s up?” You asked him.

Takeomi’s gaze met yours, anger flashing behind his dark eyes. His voice, once a drunken, slurred murmur, now carried the weight of his emotion. Wordlessly, reached into his lap and produced your phone, holding it out toward you.

It took a moment for your eyes to adjust to the screen, widening when they did. The warmth in the room dissipated, replaced by a chilling silence that hung heavily in the air.

“You’re fucking my coworker?” He spoke, voice tinged with a mixture of hurt and anger.

And in a moment’s width, your world had flipped upside down.

a/n: dun dun dunnnnnn!! -- ok im sorry for the cliffhanger, shit is about to get juicy, trust. I just wanna take a moment to thank each and every one of you reading rn for all of ur unwavering support. the amount of love this fic has gotten during the past month ive been on hiatus has kept me going thru difficult times, I dont think yall will ever understand the impact you've had on me. ur comments make my day!! (please leave more I love u all mwah mwah mwah). as for next chapter, strap in. remember the angst and craziness I warned yall abt last month? yeah. get ready. lmk what u think as always and feel free to comment or reblog with any thoughts, suggestions or just to say hello, mawmah loves u all<3

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[celiciaa]

ELBERT GREETIA EVENT STORY....

EPILOGUE.

His pet doll.

translations are not 100% accurate. expect mistakes.

trigger warning: smut, vore(?) ( i've been feeling uncomfortable when i was working on this chapter, but i'm posting it for those who's curious about the ending...please proceed with caution 🫠)

minors and ageless blogs dni.

Elbert: ….Even if your appearance and form change, you are still beautiful….I'm lustful for everything about you.

Elbert: …So I want to eat you...show me everything.

Elbert: …Just only for me. ….Kate.

Lord Elbert's fingertips took off the doll's nightgown/negligee,

It makes me look the way I was born.

Elbert: ….Kate, come here.

Kate: ….Lord Elbert. Ah…

He holds me in his palm and presses his lips to my naked body.

He licks every part of my body, and his caress is the same as always.

The feeling of being loved makes my body melt more and more into a lewd manner.

He sucked my breast with his lips, and I couldn't help but cry out on Lord Elbert’s hand.

Kate: …It feels good…Lord Elbert….

Elbert: …Cute.

Elbert: …. I just want to put you in my mouth…and eat it.

Elbert: ….I wonder...if I eat you, we can be one...

(…..)

His crazy love that lurks behind the tenderness and his bottomless greed that drives his desire.

(I want…to be one with you. I want you to take all of me.)

Kate: All right...if that's what you want, Lord Elbert.

Kate: …Eat me…

Elbert: ….Kate.

Lord Elbert’s thin lips parted as he gently lifted me up, wrapping me in cotton.

(….Really...just like that?)

Lord Elbert’s tongue lapped my toes.

Kate: Aah….

Then he takes me in his mouth, all the way to the base of my legs.

The temperature of his luscious mouth and the immoral feeling of surrendering one's entire life to him made my whole body go numb with sweetness.

After biting softly and sweetly, Lord Elbert stopped, feeling reluctant.

Kate: …Lord…Elbert?

Elbert: …I wish I could eat every strand of your hair….

Elbert: It's too good to waste...so I won't eat it yet.

Kate: …Too good to waste?

Elbert: Yes. I'll eventually eat all of you...after you stop breathing.

Kate: Ah, Lord…Elbert….

Elbert: Kate…look, you’re dripping on my hand.

I’m soaking wet because I want Lord Elbert's heat.

Normally, I would like to have him inside me.

Kate: …We can't become one tonight. ..How I wish I could make Lord Elbert feel good too….

Elbert: …Kate, don't look so sad.

Elbert: …Just looking at you is more than enough…

Lord Elbert removed his belt...and pulled "it" out.

Elbert: I'm already feeling good….

I want that between Elbert's legs, I want to satisfy him, I can’t help but feel heartbroken.

We looked at each other as if sharing the same emotion and smiled at the same time.

Elbert: …I want us to look at each other like we always do when…we are connected.

Kate: …Yes, me too. I want to…do it too. …Together.

Lord Elbert used his hand to stroke himself.

Elbert: Hm…ah…

Elbert: Kate…Kate…

Kate: …Lord Elbert…

Elbert: …Kate…

The way Lord Elbert stroked himself while staring at me made my heart flutter.

As if being moved by the sight of Lord Elbert, I also sink my fingers into my wet area.

The wet squelching sounds resonated between us.

(I don't care if things don't go back to normal.)

(But...I want to mingle with you..as one.)

I couldn't get enough of those blue eyes staring at me.

Kate: I want to kiss you…Lord Elbert...

Elbert: I want to kiss you too. …Kate.

Kate: Hnn…mm…

When we pressed our lips together as we both desired, Lord Elbert seemed surprised and suddenly pulled away.

Elbert: …Kate.

Kate: …Lord…Elbert?

Elbert: …

Elbert: You’re back…to normal.

(Eh…ah!)

Reflected in Lord Elbert’s blue eyes, I was back to my original form.

Kate: How all of a sudden….

In fairy tales, a sleeping princess awakens with a kiss from a prince.

But there's no way something like this could go back so conveniently...

Then, to my surprise, Lord Elbert hugged me.

Elbert: …It doesn’t…matter.

Elbert: …As long as you’re by my side.

This time, we kissed each other as if we were fighting for breath, and tangled ourselves on the bed.

Lord Elbert licked and bit all over my body and…

Kate: Aahh…nnn…

He sank himself between my legs.

There’s the stimulation that makes me go crazy when he penetrates my body.

Kate: Haa…aah…it feels so good…Lord Elbert.

Elbert: …Me too. …Kate…

Kate: …Yes….

Elbert: …I love you.

Kate: I…love you too.

——

As I have returned back to normal, my days with Lord Elbert pass without any change.

The only thing that has changed is that Mr. Roger has captured me as research material.

After completing my role as a subject, Lord Elbert and I arrived at a deserted flower garden.

(Lord Elbert stopping Mr. Roger from trying to draw my blood...was kinda cute.)

(You’re a little violent to be so loving even though you're angry.)

Elbert: …Why are you smiling?

Kate: Just remembering when you were stopping Mr. Roger.

Elbert: …This is no good.

Kate: Eh?

His hand slides across my cheek.

Elbert: Don't laugh and smile when you…think the others.

I was surprised by his words, and then I was so charmed by him that I loosened my lips,

Lord Elbert smiled as much as I did.

Elbert: …I was lying. I just like your…smiling face.

Elbert: But...when we're together, don't think about anyone else.

(Ah, jeez….)

My cheeks stretch slightly while my chest feels warm.

Kate: It is more difficult to think of others when I’m with you.

Elbert: …Me too.

Elbert: …I’m only thinking about you.

A gentle breeze sweeps Lord Elbert's golden hair.

Lord Elbert had been staring at me while I was weaving a flower crown,

He suddenly parted his lips.

Elbert: …What would you do if I became small?

Kate: …If Lord Elbert becomes small.

Just imagine how lovely it would be.

Kate: Fufu, I might just eat you up.

Elbert: ….

Elbert: …I want to eat you too…what should I do?

Lord Elbert, who muttered as if he was deeply troubled, was so endearing that I couldn't help but smile again.

That strange day when I was small taught me something important.

(Whether our shape and form change, nothing can change our love.)

Kate: …I'm sure nothing will change.

Elbert: …I see.

Elbert: …I'm glad I fell in love with you.

Kate: ….Yes. Me too.

Kate: I'm glad I fell in love with you too.

I placed the blue flower crown on Lord Elbert's head.

The sight of my lover smiling in front of me was the most important thing to me today.

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#ikemen villains #ikevil #ikemen series #elbert greetia #ikevil elbert #cybird #ikevil translations

[dirtytransmasc]

Do you have any HC Ronal just mothering spider

I love the idea of ronal seeing this boy who just wants to fit in, want to never stop learning, who strives to be the best he can, and feeding into that as a love language, and also helping him feel like he doesn't have to be like that to be deserving of love and family. aka, most of these are about her becoming almost like a mentor in a way, like a parent mentors their children, but making teaching very personal.

she takes spider out on her Ilu everyday, showing him something new, something important to her. it's personal to them, a time he gets to be held by his mother, spoken to in a soft but wise way he has always imagine a mother would one day speak to him. its a time she gets to hold her new baby, a baby she wishes she had gotten to bond with more in his life, no matter how logically impossible that wish is.

she may have lost her spirit sister, but she makes bringing him to see the tulkun a priority. sign lessons too, working it into everyday life just so he can become fluent. connecting him to his siblings is important to her.

she makes sure he feels included during family meals, sleep piles, going to the family bathing pool, etc. she makes sure he doesn't feel like he's just tagging along, but that he is meant to be there.

she worries about him physically; she knows his human body was never meant for this world, nor half of his normal activities. she pays special attention to his hands and feet, how scarred and calloused they are. she clicks her teeth at his thin frame (even if he's lean with muscle, he's still just so tiny to her, she worries) and the shiny skin on his nose, cheeks, and shoulders (sun damage). she makes a ritual of applying balms and ointmants, treating his hands and feet with oils, feeding him filling meals each and every night.

ronal makes sure to use terms of familial possession and terms of enderment for him. she doesn't use his name often, she typical calls him "yawne" (beloved), "maitan" (my son), or "yawntutsyìp" (darling/little loved one) [keep in mind, these came from the learnnavi site, and I don't know if these are accurate to the metkyina people or their dialect]

nags and disciplines him like any other mother would nag and discipline their children, the boy craves structure, normalcy, motherly love (even in the form of tough love).

I personally hc that ronal isn't the touchiest person, in terms of like hugs and like full body touch, but she's a hand on the shoulder type mom. she's always touching her kids in her own way. she's always has a hand on him, on his back/shoulder, in his hair, holding his arm. he always knows she's there.

speaking of hair, she definitely helps manage that (I think after neteyam he hacks it all of during his mourning period). she makes sure it doesn't dry out and tangle from the salt water, styles it in the traditional metkyina way (with a little help/education from mac and norm, his hair is style more appropriately for his hairtype, cause man have they been waiting for a chance to do that).

she knows that he wants to help, to be of use, but he can't be a hunter due to his body; so she teaches him how to cook and craft, to use the land (cause he has to relearn a lot of stuff in this new territory). she finds he really likes making jewelry and helping cook (both are very communal activities, its done in tight groups, he likes that). she definitely sticks back with him, spending more time doing that over hunting unlike before.

she has multiple beads on her song chord for him; when she first adopted him, the first time he met the tulkun, the first time he called her mom, etc.

#might do a part 2 eventually #cause I can't think of anymore at the moment #but I can feel my brain forming more #anyway #she's such a good mom #she just wants him to feel loved and happy #spider socorro #miles spider socorro #miles socorro #avatar spider #spider avatar #avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #avatar #avatar 2009 #ronal #tonowari #spider tonowari'itan #hi'i'tsyil te fkew'weopx tonowari'itan

[g4ythur]

Ben Hargreeves x gn!reader

pairing: Ben Hargreeves x gender neutral reader

warnings: fluff

notes: English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry for any stupid mistakes :')

summary: You really wanted to ignore the very handsome ghost that followed you through your life, before he said something that you just couldn't ignore. (I suck at summaries)

Part one? I don't know

You had a very lonely life. You didn't have many friends, at least not many that lived in the same country and you weren't really on speaking terms with your family. It would have been a very quiet life, if not for the person that was always by your side. 

"I wish we could talk properly, you know? It's sad to never get an answer." You were on your way to your apartment. Any person that crossed your way would think you were alone, but the ghost that followed you on every step wasn't going to leave you in your miserable silence. He grew on you. He always kept you company, always talked about random stuff he had on his mind and honestly, it was comforting in a way. It wasn't often that the silence that followed you was broken through a voice.

You also got to know many things from him. Besides childhood stories and very weird stuff you couldn't even completely recall, you got to know his name, his siblings names and much information about his brother Klaus. Ben loved his brother very much, even if he had never admitted it out loud to you. Siblings didn't do that normally, almost never if you were precise. They just knew they were loved - or they knew they weren't, if their siblings weren't the nicest. There was a thin line between love and hate and siblings just knew most of the time on which side they were on. 

"Klaus got even more annoying than before, you know? He just won't shut up about this new power thing he got. We didn't even notice, but I was so mad that I punched him in the face. What he deserved by the way," he justified quickly, "And now he is mad at me for disappearing the whole time." He sighed as you both reached your apartment. You weren't sure why he was so sad every time you entered your home. The thing was he never followed you inside, something very many ghosts did and it was more than uncomfortable for you every time you saw people in your bedroom or living room. He was respectful and you thought it was really adorable.

You began to search for your keys, while Ben slid down the wall and sat down next to your door. He watched as you fumbled in your pockets, before you loudly groaned and put your bag on the ground. You hated it that you always forget where you put your things. The ghost chuckled quietly at that and hugged his knees to his chest.

"You should always put them in one place so you don't lose them all the time." You surpressed the urge to respond to him and hid the small smile that made its way on your face. It was hard to ignore him. At first you did it because you weren't sure how he ticked. Many ghosts were real idiots and you just hated the way they tried to force themselves on you, but Ben wasn't like that. He tried so hard to not bother you in any way and only talked about things you would be comfortable with - if you could hear them. There existed many ghosts that could learn from him. You searched through your bag, until you finally held your keys in your hands.

"I wish you could hear me. If I was alive, maybe we would even be friends. I mean talking to you is like a break from Klaus anyway, so I guess it doesn't really matter." He watched as you unlocked your door and took your bag that had rested on the floor. You ran your fingers through your hair and turned around, getting stopped by the quiet voice that sounded very loudly in your head. "God, you are so beautiful." You froze on the spot and turned your head to the man. Your face grew hot as you just motionless stood there. He was staring back at you, his cheeks covered in a light blush as your eyes locked.

"What did you say?" He raised a brow in question and looked to the side, searching for a person you could have meant. You weren't talking about him, you couldn't be. He was sure you weren't, but at who were you staring then? It wouldn't be that surprising if you went crazy, so maybe you were hallucinating or-

"Wait, do you mean me?" It took a while for you to nod slightly, not really prepared for any of this. But who was prepared to have ghosts in their life? He jumped to his feet, on his face appearing a grin at which you couldn't help but smile softly.

"You can see me?" he asked again, "Like, you really can?" You nodded again. He buried his hands in his hair and just looked at you with slightly parted lips. A chuckle erupted from you at his antics. You should have done that sooner, way sooner.

"That's- that's amazing- Wait, wait, wait- does that mean you heard everything I've ever said to you?" You pressed your lips together into a tight lipped smile and nodded. He leaned his head against the wall and cursed quietly, which only made you grin. He was being adorable and you could punch yourself for not talking to him sooner. Maybe you would be sitting on your couch and would be gossiping about people you both met that day. He would be a friend that wasn't only good looking, of course that wasn't really important, but also the most lovely person you've ever met. 

"That's- shit- Oh, come on, I've said so many embarrassing things, this is- I don't even know what to say." He groaned and pulled lightly at his hair. "Well, at least you can hear me. It's great that you are the one I can talk to. I mean, I don't..." You laughed at his rambling, making him stop. His face got even redder as he scratched his neck flustered. There wasn't a reason for him to do so, more likely a habit from when he was alive. It was cute anyway, so you weren't giving it a second thought.

"Wanna come in?" He just stared at you, blinking confused. "Well, then I'm going in alone." You casually sent him a little wave and entered your apartment, a moment later hearing the footsteps of Ben in your home. 

Maybe you could get used to company that you could actually talk to.

And maybe you could only get used to it when your company was a black haired ghost that just couldn't shut up.

#Ben Hargreeves #ben hargreeves x you #ben hargreeves x reader #ben hargreeves x gender neutral reader #tua #the umbrella academy

[butter--peanut]

Can't stop thinkin about Kakashi as Sukea snapping photos of Obito while they fuck, so that Obito would be proven wrong with his "photos are useless to me" thing

YES YES ANONS actually you inspired a little snippet combining both of your ideas. 858 words, all under the cut because it's E-rated.

AU of the Best Team if they got the merchants with no bloodshed and didn't encounter the Zombie Duo, but you don't really need to have read new recruit/the best team to get what's going on here, hehe

Obito had just been forced to shut his eyes from the perfect intensity of the warm lips sliding down his cock, but he flickered them open at the sound of a flash.

Sukea’s camera was held in the man’s free outstretched hand, pointed toward them.  

For a moment, he felt an odd mix of shock and outrage.

Then he couldn’t stop his giggle.

“Sukea is really taking his picture hobby to the next level,” he said. “You wanted to capture this?”

With a delicate pop, Sukea pulled his head back from Obito and looked up at him innocently. “I wanted to capture us,” Sukea said, unrepentant. Offhandedly, “Though I may have to be a bit more careful than normal about where this ends up.” 

Sukea twitched the instant photo from the camera just as he twitched the fingers of his other hand from the base of Obito’s shaft upward, making him shiver from the pressure, then flourished the photo in front of his face.

Sukea said, amused, “Now, do you have an opinion about my camerawork?”

Obito stared at the photo as it came into focus. 

And kept staring.

“You haven’t said anything, but I can intuit a positive attitude,” Sukea said slyly, putting the slightest pressure on Obito’s dick which, yeah, might have become even harder on seeing that photo than it had been at Sukea’s last ministrations.

“Sometimes you take — urgh — pretty pictures, Sukea,” he admitted. “They can be useful. Especially when they’re of yourself, at the angles I can’t see.” 

From this picture he could see the side view of his teammate, head tilted, Sukea’s eyes shut in concentration, tongue peeking out of his mouth, a thin line of saliva bridging the small gap between his lips and Obito.

It still felt unreal and giddy to be here. Flush from their success in Yodoma. Spending some days taking the long road back to base, stretching out the time together as much as possible. Stopping in a hotel. Sukea getting tipsy on colourful drinks with umbrellas that Obito bought them with their bounty money. Obito getting a little tipsy on the mood alone, Sukea’s teasing half-lidded stare, the flirting that was so obvious he couldn’t pass it off as wishful thinking. Deciding, to hell with it, and making a pass, almost as though proposing a new challenge, a new game. 

Sukea barely pausing for a moment before happily matching that challenge. 

Speaking of matching a challenge…

“Tobi’s turn?” he asked Sukea, flipping them over, fingers on the buttons of Sukea’s trousers. Due to his mask he couldn’t use his tongue here, unfortunately, unless he blindfolded Sukea — ooh, and wasn’t that an intriguing idea for the future — but there were myriad other ways to make Sukea feel nearly as good as he’d made Obito feel.

Sukea raised his eyebrows, tilting his head downward in an assent that felt like of course. 

And then the vision in front of him was also ripe for a picture-perfect moment, and Obito might have suggested just that, but for one particular, distracting detail.

“Sukea,” Obito said, not quite hiding the sense of triumph in his voice. “Tobi has discovered something else about you.”

“…Oh?” 

He twisted his fingers through Sukea’s sparse pubic hair, and said, sing-song, “Tobi thinks you might just be wearing a wig.” 

Sukea glanced down and then back up, looking a shade of rueful. 

“Ah. Somehow I — didn’t think that would be an important detail to account for.” 

Most of the time Obito was giving up his secrets like loose change, so it was always a joy when the tables turned.   

“So, what’s your real hair like, Sukea?” Obito teased. “Do you have a mullet? Are you balding? Do you have dreadlocks? Tobi wants to see.” 

Sukea appeared to be considering it. And really, whatever he was hiding, it wasn’t like a little hair would give it away. 

“If I let you take the wig off me,” Sukea offered, “I think it’s only fair to take the mask off you. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Laying down his own challenge. Raising the stakes. 

But just like seeing Sukea’s hair, was it really such a big deal if Sukea saw Obito’s face? He’d already revealed so much. It wasn’t like Sukea knew he was supposed to be Madara. It’s not like his face would be remarkable, apart from its ugliness from his scars, which meant he’d never have a chance of matching Sukea’s beauty. But Sukea seemed to like him when all he could see was a half-chopped orange, so he didn’t think his teammate was someone who would fixate on appearance. 

This way he could kiss him to his heart’s content, no blindfold necessary. This way he could truly return Sukea’s favour…

“I’d say that’s fair,” Obito said, with his real voice, and Sukea’s eyes lit up in clear excitement. 

“Well. Let me immortalise this moment for the both of us,” Sukea said, his camera at the ready. 

Obito’s hand lingered over Sukea’s hair, readying to touch it and send it to Kamui. 

Sukea’s hand hooked underneath his mask, readying to unveil him.

“Three, two, one,” said Sukea. 

Obito said, “Cheese.”

Flash. 

#bp answers #bp shortfic #kakaobi #obkk #tobisuke #tw suggestive #I wrote this on the plane so who knowsss what the quality is like #but I had fun #new recruit

[alidravana]

Finally thought of another Ghost x Gender Neutral Reader drabble (although perhaps it's closer to a one shot), so please enjoy!

Reference to PTSD, drinking (but not intoxicated), and swearing. Suggestive themes, bordering on mature content.

Starting snippet below, rest of the fic below the cut!

Your friend was the one to notice him first, standing back in the shadows.  She made some inappropriate joke about how ugly he must be to hide his face like that, one that you might normally take her to task about, but you weren’t feeling it tonight.

No, you thought as you glanced towards the masked man, sometimes you wished you could wear one too.  

You took a sip of your drink, wincing at the burn.  Frowning down at your drink, you wondered why you had ordered it straight, and then remembered.  Good looking gentleman at the bar, touch on the older side, had one sent to you.  Too old for your personal preferences, but nothing said you had to turn down the drink.

You snuck a peak out of the corner of your eye back in the direction of the masked man.  He appeared to be with a couple friends, the men sitting too close to be anything less than friends.  Your eyes lingered on the broadness of his shoulders, the curve of his muscles which were barely being covered by the thin sweatshirt he had on.  Definitely had the strength to lift you, that’s for sure.  

You bit your lip, debating whether or not to go over and introduce yourself.  Your friends had dragged you out for the night, and considering you were normally one to party, you said yes, even though you had felt like saying no.  You couldn’t quite put it into words, but something felt off about the night.  

Standing up, you straightened your shirt, chugging the last bit of your drink for extra courage.  Taking a deep breath, you waved a goodbye to your friends, and headed in the direction of dark and handsome.  If he said yes, you could leave and if he said no, you could leave.  It was a win/win situation.

As you got closer, you felt as though someone was watching you and when you glanced back up, you realized that the masked man’s eyes had been tracking your progression across the dance floor.  A predator then, not the prey you were expecting.

You almost turned around right then, not used to being the one being chased.  But then you saw the slight slump in his shoulders, the way he was curled in at the table, and how everyone else had migrated away, and you couldn’t stop yourself from continuing to walk over.  Not a predator either.

“Haven’t seen you here before…” you said softly, flicking a piece of hair back behind your ear.  “Mind if I sit?” 

He shrugged, nodding towards the seat next to him.  While not a glowing welcome, you didn’t really expect anything more, but something made you keep talking.  

“Or would you rather go someplace quieter?” You said even softer, not really wanting the other men to overhear, looking directly at the masked man.  Up close, he was even taller and more built than you had thought.  Combined with the positioning, the stare, the eyes that you had felt, you drew the conclusion that he was likely military, perhaps even special forces.  It wasn’t a crazy guess, considering the bar’s proximity to the base.  

Your question startled him, his head turning around to meet your gaze quicker than expected.  He was surprised.  Definitely not on his game.  

“You don’t even know my name,” he said, a thick and deep accent underlining his words.  British perhaps.

“I very much doubt I would get your real name anyhow,” you replied, letting your own accent sink back in.  “You’re too…mysterious for that, with the mask and all,” you quipped, motioning towards his face.  

The masked man let out a chuckle.  This time it was the other men turning their heads in surprise, something which you noted silently.  Tapping the table with his finger, the man polished off his drink, and rose to stand.  

“Why not?”

*

The masked man, who asked to be called Riley, led you down a nearby street, towards a series of apartments generally used by military members who worked on the base.  You still weren’t entirely sure about the name, but the way he had said it, made it feel like it was partially the truth anyways.  So Riley it was.  

As he jingled his key in the lock, you wondered not for the first time what you were doing.  The man, no Riley, had barely said more than two sentences since you left the bar.  You weren’t even sure what he wanted, let alone what you wanted.  Was he going to pounce once you got through the door?  Does he take off his mask or have sex with it on?  Was he even attracted to you?    

With all of these thoughts running through your head, you were caught off guard when instead he turned around and offered you a cup of tea.  A. Cup. Of. Tea.  Which, like, tea is great.  Fantastic, particularly with a piece of biscotti in the morning.  But your intentions were definitely not tea.  

You reached out, planning to hook your finger into his jeans, but instead found yourself pinned against the wall, his forearm tightly across your chest.  This was more the action you had hoped for, but the look in Riley’s eyes made you close yours, and take a shaky breath.  Maybe you did bite off more than you can chew.  

“I-I was hoping for a bit more,” you wheezed, the pressure on your chest not changing at all.  “But, perhaps you weren’t?”

You could see the moment it clicked for Riley, the man instantly letting go of his grip.  You stumbled but remained upright, pressed up against the wall, but of your own will this time.  

“Fuck me….sorry, sorry,” Riley muttered as he took another step back.  “I just…no, sorry.”  He added, staring down at his shoes.  

Your gut clenched at his reaction, and your own too.  Military, you reminded yourself.  You know how jumpy they could be, especially when coming back to a safer environment.  “No, I’m sorry too,” you said loudly, making sure Riley could hear you.  “I had a relative who served.  I should have known better.”

Riley’s head snapped up at your most recent comment, but his eyes softened, his head nodding in response.  

“So how about that cup of tea?”

*

It should have felt awkward, but it didn’t, the two of you drinking tea at 2am and laughing at some of your stories.  But your tea cup was empty, and it was time to find out how the rest of the night was going to go.

“Can I kiss you?” You blurted out, your hand falling to rest slowly onto his thigh, the two of you having shifted closer and closer on the couch.  

Riley nodded, but that wasn’t enough for you.  He still seemed stiff, nervous.  

“It’s okay if you don’t want to, too.  You know that, right?  You can send me on my way…” you said with a smile, hoping he wouldn’t, but wanting to make sure he knew that he could.

Riley cleared his throat before speaking again.  “No, I-I’d like you to.”

Reaching up, you carefully pushed Riley’s mask past his lips, his hands moving to rest lightly around your wrists, but they weren’t stopping your movement either.  You leaned in, your lips touching his gently as you started to press into a kiss.  Normally you would push into it, take the lead, take the plunge, but you could feel Riley’s tension, and instead, you let him control it.

Pulling back to take a breath, you leaned your forehead against his.  “Was that okay?” you whispered, feeling like anything louder would break the moment.  

“That was perfect,” Riley added, just as softly, before leaning in to kiss you again, but only briefly, pausing to reveal another piece of the puzzle.  “And my name is Simon.”

#call of duty #modern warfare #ghost x gn reader #simon ghost riley #gender neutral reader #consent is sexy #flirting #tw: PTSD #Price makes a small cameo #soft #fluff

[imaginestevetony]

(This has been on my drafts for so long that when I edited it, it's showing me old tumblr version. So I'm putting this out on the wild).

MCU Steve = Steve that went back in time Timeline Steve = The OG Steve at the timeline mcu Steve crashed

When Steve went back in time to Peggy, here's what he planned to do and did:

• Be with Peggy

• Made sure that the search for Captain America expedition was stopped. It was easy with him being there, no one suspected there's another Steve Rogers missing.

• Find Bucky (he was late by a few years and the damage was done but now, Bucky's safe in a secured location while in cryo. he plans to bring Bucky to Shuri one day).

• Destroy all the Hyrda bases, made sure Zola and other Hydra SHIELD agents were flushed out.

• That Obadiah was caught selling to the blackmarket, nipping the friendship between Obadiah and Howard. He also encouraged Howard towards clean energy business instead of war profiteering. 

When all seems to be at peace, Steve had managed to convince Peggy to retire and moved to London. If he did that before Howard's son was born, Steve would say it's just a coincidence and regrets that they wouldn't be able to meet Howard Jr but they wish them all the best.

Because the truth is, Steve feels guilty. Here he is getting his second chance while the Tony he knew left his second chance for the universe to get theirs.

(If Steve looked deeper into himself, he's running away from what he feels for Tony, something he doesn't want to explore).

Thanks to being in the 1970s, it was so easy to disconnect from the others. Especially when you're overseas.

Steve and Peggy tried to lead a normal life. Tried to get pregnant but failed multiple times. The miscarriages took a toll on their marriage but they endured because they love each other.

What Steve didn't expect to happen, or wished not to happen but did happen anyways:

• that timeline's Steve Rogers was found. Fuck Global Warming.

That TimelineSteve was angry. Angry at MCU Steve for stealing what could've been his life. So MCU Steve gave Bucky to him. It's way too early but now at least, that timeline Steve got a purpose. To heal his (their?) best friend. He also gave that Steve permission to un-retire Captain America.

MCU Steve grew a beard and Peggy wasn't happy with the beard burns. They moved to another part of London with a new name. Grant and Peggy Stevens. 

Now that timeline Steve is with SHIELD, Steve breathe a little easier knowing it'll be harder for Hydra to infiltrate it.

The other thing Steve didn't expect to happen but did happen anyways:

• In 1991, Tony Stark was kidnapped while doing a presentation to help Vietnam filter their water. That timeline Steve was busy with the Carol fiasco so MCU Steve volunteered to go save Tony.

The last thing that Steve didn't want to happen but happened anyways:

• Realizing how he really feels for MCU Tony. The reason he ran to this past was because he couldn't accept that Tony's gone forever. That what he felt as strong friendship to Tony was a hair thin line to a romantic one. 

But it's too late. He's always late.

Seeing Tony again made him feel alive again. But he had to go back to his wife.

When he returned, Steve couldn't lie to Peggy so he told her. Without mentioning any names, Steve confessed it to Peggy. Peggy just smiled at him sadly, telling him that she’d suspected it for years. But she’s glad that Steve had finally showed her that part of him.

After that, Steve knows what will happen next but hoped it wouldn't:

• That Timeline Steve fell in love with Tony Stark.

#I wish I could write this so I could read it #stony #stevetony #superhusbands

[esidolmail]

Dear Izumi..

I don’t really know where to start, this is pretty long.. so, for a long time, I have been struggle physically mentally, and socially. I used to crush and suffer all the time because of a lot of things. They were so overwhelming (and still is.)

I have been misgendered and verbally harassed for being feminine and looking cute / girly naturally despite being amab (and having a deep/ normal voice that sounds annoying and disgusting which I have become insecure of.) my family calls me “gay” in a teasing manner and they treat and judge me by the stereotypes. (I don’t even care about my gender. I just want to enjoy my life.)

My parents, and most of my friends misunderstand me and don’t see me the way I see myself. My parents think I’m some shut in that’s lifeless and addicted to my phone. Most of my friends think I’m this wild crazy annoying person (yes I am wild and crazy /pos, but without the annoying.) I mean.. I don’t try to be annoying.. (well considering I am heavily implied to having adhd since childhood but I’m not sure) idk.. I do get a but hyper sometimes, but I always try to be nice and supportive to my friends. But whenever they do, they think I don’t have any problems in life since I act annoying when in truth.. I’m just really silly like that.

One of the main reasons why I can’t really be myself (cute but chaotic but soft) is mainly because I’m insecure about my appearance and voice..? I wish I was thin, had naturally straight hair, perfect skin, no excess fat, and was able to have makeup. That thinking was really toxic but I’m over it now. I really wish I was cuter had a cuter face and had a cuter voice. I thought that, that way, people would think I am too innocent, and I wouldn’t be called annoying when I tall, my family wouldn’t keep calling me “gay” as an insult even tho I’m not. I am currently trying to be better but I’ll continue that later.

There were really a lot of problems, especially around a dozen months ago. My parents, insecurities, bad habits, and even more stuff. However, you were there. To be honest, ever since I started to like you, it wasn’t that bad. It was still bad, but at least it wasn’t that horrible anymore. Whenever I would shut myself in my room and cry in frustration because of everything, I would simply imagine you trying to comfort me until I was better. When I was about to hurt myself, I would imagine.. “what would Izumi think? He’s be worried.. he’d be sad” sometimes, I even imagined you stopping me.

You really were able to protect me. You really are like a knight, I thought. When I felt like the world was breaking apart, you kept it together with me. When I started being open about shipping myself with you however, I came across more problems. People would harass and hurt me online even if they know that you are trying to help me get better. They told me that I was “delusional and cringe” and even worse things, and that you would choose someone else. It was bad.

But I got over that. I knew that they didn’t matter, and you would like me anyways. Present time, I am still frustrated. I have good grades, but my appearance only improved by a small percentage. (I know I will look cute if I tried. It’s just that I need to research more. And me being amab makes it harder because of my parents wanting me to be more masculine instead.) I always wanted to sing as a child, but got conscious of how disgusting my voice is and people would say I sound annoying. And how I can’t dance, and I can’t even color my artworks properly. I am still insecure about some things, and frustrated about things.

There’s more things I want to say but can’t put in words. But these days, I feel like I have improved a lot. I know I just started, but I will become better at the things I do, and my appearance. And I’m not that insecure about my voice anymore, and I’ve become a bit more strong mentally.

And you helped me get through all the times I was hurt and sad. I don’t know how else I can repay you for this, as I can only give you my love. I’m so thankful you give me happiness and motivation to do better everyday. When I reach my goals, you’re gonna be there with me. I honestly don’t know where my life would be right now if it weren’t for you. You’re the best knight ever, Izumi. You protect me from all these bad things and make me happy.

Thank you.

I love you so much, Izumi 💙!

Love, your Princess/Prince Fu-chan/Fu-kun

#ensemble stars #enstars #ensemble stars letter #enstars letter #esidolmail letters #izumi sena #sena izumi #knights #knights enstars #izumi sena letter #sena izumi letter

[dontfeeltoohot]

if you're taking prompts: steve inducing eddie?

Have some soft boyfriends, set in the vampire!au.

XXX

"Are you sure you still want to do this? If you don't it's o-"

"Steve, calm down," Eddie huffs, laying on the bed and looking at him.

The ex swim captain swallows nervously and nods. He's still in shock Eddie's cool with this, though logically he knows it's not like his boyfriend would have been rude about it. The whole thing had come up a few days ago, the fact Steve was into sneezing, and yet his boyfriend was a vampire- a person that doesn't get sick or have allergies or sneeze in general.

The metalhead had taken it in stride, happy to please Steve, and it's how they find themselves now in bed and looking at each other, nervous energy thrumming through Steve, yet Eddie looking cool as a cucumber, almost excited.

"It's going to be great, just enjoy it and stop worrying so much," the long haired man looks at him and Steve nods. He's right.

Taking a tissue, Steve rolls it up into a thin point, then smiles at Eddie, knowing full well he can hear his loud, quick heartbeat. Stradling his slender waist, he inserts the tissue into Eddie's nose, then moves it around slowly. For a moment, the vampire makes no movement. Sometimes Steve forgets entirely that Eddie is who he is, and will start freaking out when he doesn't see a normal rise and fall of his chest, before remembering he doesn't need to breathe.

Just as he's about to remove the tissue, slightly disappointed, Eddie's hand is on his wrist. Steve looks at the man again, and notices his eyes are flutter, his nostrils are twitching ever so slightly, almost undetectable. He feels Eddie's hand guide his own, obviously trying to move the tissue to the correct spot.

"hh! Ihht tickles, a little uh..." Eddie wrinkles his nose a bit, though doesn't move the tissue.

Steve watches with rapt attention, wishing he could record things with his mind so he can play them back and re-watch them over and over. Eddie's nostrils are flaring now, trembling around the edge, and his eyes are shut, brow furrowing as he inhales.

"ihGnKXTuhEW! iiH'GKhshhew! hihIKSshhEW!!"

All three come out sounding desperate, only a second between them. He aims them down toward his chest, not entirely out into the air, and when Steve pulls the tissue out, Eddie rubs at his nose with a slender finger.

"Christ that felt good. It tickled so much," he says in a way that's obvious he doesn't realize exactly what he's doing to Steve. Or maybe he does.

Warmth is pooling in Steve's stomach, making him want to squirm. He can already feel arousal creeping in, and Eddie's words only making him that much more gone on the man. He licks his lips and tries to find words to say but they die in his throat, instead he presses a kiss to the long haired mans lips. Eddie kisses back, nipping at Steve's mouth.

"Was that okay?" The way Eddie asks makes him think he's almost...worried?

Confident Eddie Munson worrying over if he sneezed well for his boyfriend puts a whole new level of love into Steve's heart.

"God it was so okay, better than okay. Jesus Eddie, fuck, it was...god that was so fucking hot."

The words tumble from Steve's mouth before he can really filter them, and it makes his boyfriend grin, his unusually pointy canine teeth flashing brightly. Without another word, Eddie brings the tissue back to his nose, still in Steve's hand. It's quicker this time, though he supposes since his boyfriend's nose hasn't been irritated in a long time it's now bound to be more sensitive.

"hh'IhKTCHew! ihGKkTCHuhEW! hihIgKSHhew!"

Unintentionally, body acting on its own accord, Steve presses his hips into Eddie's, eyes wide. His brain is just a jumble of 'oh my god oh my god oh my god this is so hot holy shit' and he forgets his boyfriend can literally listen to his thoughts if he wants to. He doesn't though, because Eddie had been the one to even admit to being able to, and had explicitly said he wouldn't, that he wouldn't break Steve's trust. He knows though, if Eddie tried to read it right now, he'd be laughing.

"S-Steve...this is really getting y-you...tuhhrned on huh?" Eddie sniffs through his nose, the tissue still there. He's grinning, and the nineteen year old knows he's not making fun of him, more amused than anything.

"Yeah..." he says dumbly, and Eddie isn't replying, only because he's inhaling again, nose scrunching up from irritation.

"ihkgschEW! Fuck it tihhckles St-hh! hihIGksuhhEW!"

"Ohhmygod," Steve moans, and Eddie chuckles softly.

"Is that turning you on? How I can barely talk? You can control me, make me weak and human for just a second, make me powerless against it?"

And Jesus, okay, Steve's not even thought about that part, not really. Not about how this really is making Eddie more human, less invincible. Fuck. He nods, kissing Eddie again, the tissue now laying to the side, forgotten. He hears him laugh softly before kissing back.

#my fic #prompts #asks #vampau #em #sh #st

[fuckyeah-dragrace]

When the party’s over

here’s the first part of the WIP clean out!! honestly I really like this ship so far and i hope you guys like this!

——

“Ow! Son of a bitch.”

“If you stopped squirming, it wouldn’t hurt as much.”

“You could be a little gentler.” Irene hissed as Marcia continued to dab at her bloody eyebrow with the alcohol wipe.

To no one’s surprise, she got into another fight. It started the same way it always did: someone called her weird or a freak, she snarked back, fists came out. It’s almost funny how formulaic it is but this time it was different. Normally, Irene would duck into the bathroom and lick her wounds herself but this time she wasn’t alone.

“I still can’t believe you punched Jason right in the mouth.” The blonde sighed, wiping the last of the blood away.

Irene scoffed. “You really doubt my abilities? I’m wounded, blondie.” She pouted and broke into a grin not a moment later as she caught Marcia’s lips twitching up for just a smidge of a moment.

Irene always noticed Marcia. Whether that be her clothes that always looked amazing, her perfectly held back hair, or how uncomfortable she looked holding onto her boyfriends arm walking to classes.

It was originally out of care when Irene invited her to sit with her one day. Their conversations innocent and small before one day something shifted and the dug a little deeper, finding a connection between themselves.

“Not that part.” She looked at her for a moment, stopping her hands from wiping her bruised knuckles. “I heard what you both were fighting about.” She said quietly, as if concerned about disturbing the deadly silent and empty bathroom.

Shit.

She should’ve expected that Marcia heard them, they were screaming in a crowded hallway during passing period. Her hand reached out and held onto the blondes forearm.

“Marc, it wasn’t your fault.”

“I don’t want you to get hurt because of me, Irie.” She pulled her arm away gently. Trembling hands held onto the wipe, her fingers worrying it thin as she rubbed back and forth.

“Marcie, hey. Look at me.” Her hand came to the still trembling on, pulling the wipe away and holding her hand tight. “It’s not your fault.”

“Yes it is. If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t be hurt.”

Irene sighed and opened her arms. “Come here.” Her voice was comforting and Marcia did so. Her head found the crook of her neck and her hands clung to her back as gently as she could. Her small frame started to shake with sobs as she held onto Irene as tightly as she could.

“I’m alright, blondie. I’m okay.” She whispered into her ear, rubbing her back tenderly. Marcia mumbled something, her voice muffled pressed against her skin.

“Hm?”

“I wish this was easier.” She clarified, her voice having a small wobble to it. Her fingers found small locks of purple hair, twisting it gently around her finger to get small curls.

She sighed and rested her hands on the small of her back. “Me too.” They stayed like that for a few moments, tears finally stopping and holding onto each other. It felt right. It felt so right to be together in each others arms. “It’ll get better, Marcie.”

“I’m sorry you have to go through this for me. Maybe you should find someone else.” She mumbled the end of her sentence, turning away from her head and letting go of her hair.

“Absolutely not.” Irene pulled away, tilting Marcia’s chin to look at her. “I don’t want anyone else. I want to be with you.”

“Why?” She sniffled, tears stained with tear tracks. “Why me when you could have anyone else. You wouldn’t have to deal with my stupid exes.”

“Marcia. I want you.” She said, thumbing swiping over her chin. “I want to be with you because I like you.” Her hand shifted away and both now cupped her cheeks, looking deeply into her warm brown eyes.

Marcia couldn’t remember what happened but she was leaning forward and so was Irene and then their lips were together. They fit together like puzzle pieces and it made everything seem okay around them. They pulled away for a moment and she looked up into the ode light blue eyes, seeing only honesty and care.

“I want to be with, Marcia. I’ll do whatever I have I can to be by your side.” Irene tucked some bits of blonde behind her ear. “Even if that means I have to beat you Jason a million times before he gets it through his thick skull you don’t want him.”

A little giggle came from Marcia and Irene smiled. She hugged the girl again and kissed her hair. “You mean everything to me, Marcie.”

“And you to me, Rene.”

They stayed like for a while again, the clock ticking by. Marcia lifted her head from the taller girls chest with a small smile. “How about we ditch and get ice cream? You have your keys?”

“Always do, M.” She chuckled. “Ice cream sounds worth it. Just like you.” She kissed her nose and got her to smile again.

“Come on, you even get to control the music today.” Irene would’ve laughed at how instantly Marcia perked up, starting to almost drag her to the door. They walked out together, hand in hand.

It only felt right.

#rpdr s15 #irene dubois #marcia marcia marcia #marene? irecia? #have we decided yet? #no one knows

[dream-meister-translations]

100 SLEEPING PRINCES & THE KINGDOM OF DREAMS

PATIR | CHARACTER CARD #1

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In the Country of Colors - Farber… I'd received a mysterious letter from Prince Patir that said ; "I've found something a little rare. If you are interested, stop by my place." That was enough to get me curious, so without putting much thought into it, I made my way to visit him. (This is such a beautiful city…) Perhaps it was because the national festival was just around the corner, but the city streets were bustling with people and everyone seemed excited. PATIR : Oh. You really came.

EMMA : Prince Patir! Long time no see! As Patir approached to greet me, I found myself examining him closely. There were dark bags under his eyes, and his skin was so thin and pale I could see blue veins popping vividly against white flesh. I hesitated to take his hand. EMMA : You don't look so good. Are you sick? PATIR : No… That's not it… With a deep sigh, he dragged bony digits through brightly colored hair. EMMA : Is something the matter? PATIR : Hmm…Emma…I've been thinking… Those eyes peered out through long, scraggly bangs. PATIR : Will you run away with me…? EMMA : Wha!?

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EMMA : You're father has arranged a marriage for you, Prince Patir…? PATIR : Yes. I don't want to get married to her. Also, stop calling me Prince. Resentment is dripping off his tongue as he spits out the words. Lifting his cup of tea to his lips, he blows on it, before taking a sip. PATIR : I've never cared about being recognized as a Prince. Just talk like you would with anyone else. EMMA : Alright. I can do that. I nodded my head, taking note that Patir's complexion had returned to normal. EMMA : When did you hear news of this? PATIR : Three days ago. My father called me to the throne room to speak with him directly. She's the princess of Paletia, a neighboring country. He told me her name, but I didn't care enough to remember. I almost spit out my tea at that. EMMA : You don't remember!? PATIR : I can't remember anything that doesn't interest me. I don't wish to get married, so there is no need for me to remember. EMMA : But just now you asked me if I wanted to run away together…Wouldn't that mean we would be getting married? PATIR : I got carried away when I saw you. Just forget it. EMMA : Huh? Okay… PATIR : Anyway, this whole thing has been blown out of proportion, so I made a deal with my father. He said I don't have to marry her under one condition. EMMA : What condition? PATIR : If I can personally bring the kingdom profits that are equal to or greater than marrying into the royal family of another country. If you can help me achieve that, then this marriage doesn't have to happen. I tilt my head and furrow my brow in confusion… EMMA : But how on earth do you plan to bring the kingdom such profits? PATIR : Don't you recall my specialty? Perhaps sensing my confusion, Patir's lips curled at the ends and eyes sparkled with something akin to mischief…

#Otome #yume100 #yume100 translations #夢王国と眠れる100人の王子様 #夢100 #100 sleeping princes and the kingdom of dreams #Dream Meister Translations #Patir

[gethighithefloor]

Summer is your worst season.

Let’s start with the basics: heat. It’s too damn hot no matter where you go, from the beach to your bed beside the fan, or the river that runs alongside your apartment. The medications that make you sane and functional take away more than your sex drive: they take your body’s own ability to regulate its temperature.

No more days of walking outside in a black hoodie, not a drop of sweat on you. High school seems like a cool, distant memory. Maybe it’s not just the meds, but the climbing temperatures and erratic weather patterns as well. Or both.

But due to this your body always hurts, you’re always sticky with sweat, and phantom pains buzz around your old surgery site. You feel like you can’t walk too much or you’ll pass out from the heat. It saps you of energy and patience, making it second, close first, for losing friends.

What they don’t understand is you teach small children for eight hours a day in unconditional classrooms. Their little bodies radiate heat, especially after recess and their hair is dripping with sweat. This is the season you repeatedly almost pass out, especially when you have your period, and have to stumble to the hallways before collapsing. They don’t understand that after shaping your body into A B C’s and singing and running around, you’re exhausted and at your limit.

Speaking of heat, here’s the next reason: your body. Once thin and light, you’re now at your heaviest, teetering the line between ‘normal weight’ and ‘overweight’ depending on the BMI chart. You’ve exchanged bikinis for one pieces, now big shirts and skirts that are waterproof or that you don’t mind getting salt water on. At least this is the season you eat the least, because food in the heat makes you sick.

Sweat clogs pores and your back is dotted with acne from it. Same under and between your boobs. Bugs are back and bite, leaving you to wonder: fuck are they mites again, or just because I sat in the grass the other day?

You feel like a beached whale dotted with barnacles, bloated and tired and ready to explode. Spill your guts everywhere, in the sand, in the ocean, on onlookers and cars and streets. Dye it all red, like your face after walking home in 90 degree weather.

Last but not least: trauma.

Apparently your body doesn’t give a shit that you spend upwards of $1,000 on therapy a year. The conclusions your brain has reached over 5 years of agonizing conversations and sobbing and screaming and laughing has stopped just there: in your brain. Not even the whole thing, just the reasoning portions.

The body holds trauma like a storage unit that will never get bid upon. February March April May you remain, for the most part, light hearted and reassuring to everyone around you. You might have the same work schedule but your body is cooler and nothing of note has happened in the past that rocks your body with anxiety and deep sorrow.

June comes, and with it a constant nausea, from the heat and your birthday. Despite everyone looking forward to theirs, you almost wish yours would go by like a whisper, barely heard nor recognized. But the child in you screams in delight at birthdays past, with treasure chest cakes and water sprinklers and wrapped presents. The young adult and teenage you curls up in fear and self hate, feeling unworthy of anything, screaming and sobbing when you get $200 from grandma. You thought you’d gotten past it, flaunt fake confidence in front of others and say ‘it’s my birthday and I’m important!’ For a laugh or a smile and eye roll. They think you really feel this way. You don’t. You hate it. You don’t want to get older. You don’t want the attention you don’t deserve.

Being born is not a celebration for you. The gift of life you never asked for and tried so many times to throw away. A wretched, fetid present, a box filled with placenta and umbilical cord crawling with maggots and fat biting flies. The gift of life. What a joke. It’s the responsibility of life. The burden of life. The sometimes-joy of life.

June is when you were kicked out. When your goods were smashed on the blacktop, and your mother screamed to get out of her sight. June is when you packed your life into a backpack and lived out of that for weeks until you found a temporary home in your managers guest room. Than some sofas. Then your first apartment. Your body remembers the fight and flight, even if it’s dull. A blade is still a blade, even if its edge no longer shines and is filled with nicks and cracks. It can still hurt. It still hurts.

It’s an unknowable ache that holds onto you until July, like a tick ripped off but its head remains.

So, summer is your worst season. You were born in it, you were cast away in it. You sweat and bake in it, you bite your skin and slam your head in it. You run along sand and ocean in it. You cover your body in it. You tremble with weakness in it. Fuck summer. Fuck summer. Fuck summer.

You hate summer.

#I write #summer sucks

[everyothermouse]

Hi have some oc questions tgt jay answered abt these 4 cus he was having a stress moment. Questions from this

(These are just alternating in order, the characters weren’t picked for the specific questions. Also “I” in this refers to jay, this was really just for him to fucking Relax, this info isn’t that important to /lh)

If they were an animal, what would they be? What is the first thing they’d do when they learn they’re an animal?

Pastel! She would be a frog, it’s her favorite animal and she loves to bounce around and collect bugs, additionally she is easily adaptable to any situation, just like an amphibian! She is also a friend, which is perfect for her, as I’d consider her my best friend (no offense to my other friends.) She’d be elated if she woke up one day to find she was a frog, though likely stressed that she couldn’t properly continue her human life, responsibilities, and hobbies, such as taking care of her little siblings, playing the bass, and going to school. Still, she has a great life as a frog in my Forest Ward tl, so I’m sure she wouldn’t be bad at it.

How do they like their eggs? (Fried, poached, soft-boiled, etc.)

Jay~ personally I enjoy my eggs sunny side up! I assume Neighborhood Jay is much the same, though I’m sure he’d also enjoy some delicious, runny, poached eggs.

How do they see themselves in their head, and how is that image wrong? 

Pipes/ Pipes has a very  warped image of nixself. In voids head, ni is disgusting, nix’s body is twisted and bony, voids face pale dead and horrifying, voids voice all too deep and all too loud. But in reality, Pipes is meek and quiet, void is skinny yes, but not in a way that anyone in their friend group ever really notices beyond their first meeting, except of course when voi hasn’t been eating. Nix’s face is not gaunt or scary, in fact it’s nowhere near as thin as voi thinks it is, it’s fairly normal. 

If they talked in their sleep, what weird jumble of words would come out?

Sailor B) Sailor would probably mumble about some odd adventures. Something about waffles and dragons and disaster and vampire lovers. His dreams usually involve us, though they also typically involve much nonsensical fantasy. I wish my dreams weee that interesting, they really are often either stress dreams or mimics of my day to day life (though frankly, my stress dreams are also similar to my day to day life, unfortunately.)

Do they prefer arm day or leg day?

Pastel! She prefers leg day! She loves to have strong arms to carry the world, but she enjoys leg exercises a lot, and she always says that upper body strength means nothing if you don’t have lower body strength! Her legs are absolutely ripped, she could run across the whole field with me in her arms if she wanted to!

What is the longest they’ve ever slept in?

They’re  on their way to the hospital when they hit a parked car. They can’t  stop, and don’t have paper for a note. They drive away without telling anyone what happened. How do they ease their conscience?

Jay~ I don’t really feel guilt, so I would simply live with it. Frankly, I would just hope that no one saw it properly so I wouldn’t have to pay for anything. 

Favorite pizza toppings? List the top five in order, best first.

Pipes/ skeleton (as in just crust, no sauce no cheese), plain cheese, broccoli, spinach, anchovy.

Sailor B) ham, beef, pepperoni, chips, additional sauce (esp garlic and marinara)

Pastel! Cheese, pepperoni, pineapple, olive, fruit in general

Jay~ beef, egg, pepperoni, mushroom, honestly anything, I’m not picky!

If they suddenly vanished, what would their family assume they were up to?  (Shopping, pranking people, overthrowing governments, etc.)

Pipes/ probably just hiding out at one of nix’s friend’s house. They’d likely contact void or nix’s friends parents if voi was out for too long.

What’s their least favorite possession that they wish they could get rid of, but can’t / shouldn’t?

Sailor B) his hair, he’d get in massive trouble if he cut it so he doesn’t exactly get to, even if he really really wants to.

If they spray-painted a wall, what would they write / draw?

Pastel! Frog

Do they find fart noises funny? (Be honest.)

Jay~ no. But sailor does.

They wake up invisible. Do they ask for help right away, or do they stay hidden? What do they do while invisible?

Pipes/ Void would be so happy. Voi’d think nix’s greatest wishes had been answered. Voi wouldn’t ask for help, just try to carry on life as invisible, as it’d be nix’s ideal life.

What one aspect of their physical appearance do they think is hot?

Sailor B) he’s pretty dysphoric so he doesn’t look at himself much but he really likes the way he talks. He thinks he’s an expert flirter, which to be fair, he gets more bitches than me and pipes. That’s not exactly a high standard, but still. 

and that’s as far as he got, neato. I could answer more of the questions if u were wondering abt any of them, but if not I’ll just leave them in my googles docs for if jay wants them.

#not art #THE NEIGHBORHOOD #JAY #PASTEL #PIPES #SAILOR #💙.chr #TOLVERSE