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man-down-in-hatchet-town · 1 month

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So I Spied Another Day...

You know it was a good show when you can’t decide whether your heart is so full from all the love and joy, or so empty because it's over.

Really do buckle up, because this is a long one.

So the show went a little like this. They played the Spies pro-shoot on a giant movie screen, but any time a song started, the audio changed to the instrumental track, the video typically faded to simple background graphics, and the cast came out to perform the number live in concert style. There were also a series of audience participation prompts up on the movie screen, such as standing to deliver a line in unison, giving Lauren a standing ovation for the Pay Attention! Reprise, enthusiastically booing Dr. Baron von Nazi and the still infuriatingly catchy Not So Bad (for anyone who’s curious, in addition to encouraging boos and yelled disagreements with von Nazi, they also cut the audience participation bit from the song).

The energy in the room was so electric and full of joy and warmth. People shouted out iconic lines, went wild for everyone’s entrances, and absolutely lost their damn minds over Curtwen at pretty much every opportunity. And the cast were clearly having just as much fun. Doing This has always been my favorite, and there was something so sweet about them singing it again all these years later. We finally got Joey performing Spies Are Forever (Evil Reprise) again and it was just as chilling and beautiful as you’d expect. And One Step Ahead was just on a whole new level. I don’t want to give anything away, but the details in that performance were INCREDIBLE.

It was simply so special seeing most of the original gang come back while also bringing some new friends along. Shout out to Mariah for coming out at the top of the show so ready to play, setting the tone for the whole evening. Shout out to James for putting his comedy chops on full display (LET JAMES BE FUNNY MORE) and dancing the hell out of One More Shot (another favorite number). And shoutout to Carlos Alazraqui (taking over the roles of Sergio and Vladimir Poopin) and Tommy Link for coming into this crazy part of our world with such enthusiasm and silliness. Brian deserves a medal for agreeing to once again play the most cringe-worthy character in all of Pulp-StarCanWrecked history, and for sounding so fucking good while doing it. Tessa was having a blast in full unhinged glory and I gladly worship at her altar. Lauren is maybe the funniest person alive and deserved her standing ovation, prompted or not. Seeing Joe Walker perform live has been Item Number One on my fandom bucket list since I moved to LA a couple of years ago, and I still can’t quite believe I managed it. I’d wondered if he’d be rusty, but honestly he sounded great; it was like no time had passed. Mary Kate still has one of my all-time favorite voices and her Tatiana remains forever engaging. Joey showed up dressed to slay as a gay evil genius Bond-movie supervillain and proceeded to thoroughly deliver on that promise. And Curt… every time I watch Spies I am increasingly blown away by what he does with this arrogant, broken mess of a character. He clearly loves Agent Mega as much as any of us, and to see a performance refined and powered by such clear and thoughtful passion is just a huge treat.

(And while he wasn’t in the cast, I can’t not mention Corey. Between his roles as director and co-writer, so much of what Spies is comes directly from him and we don’t appreciate that nearly enough. And shout out to Esther Fallick for her wonderful work as Susan and the Informant. She might not have been there in person, but her incredible performance was with us the whole time.)

I know this is preaching to the choir, but Spies Are Forever really is such a special show. It’s a story about recovery, and devastating as it can be, I think there’s also something deeply healing about it at its core. For one thing, I know it played a huge role in mending my relationship with my asexuality. I will forever be grateful to it for existing, to TCB, Talkfine, and the original cast for creating it, and to those same people for maintaining its legacy with the amount of love and care it deserves. It was a privilege to be in the room as so many people came to celebrate this miraculous little musical. There were a couple of minor tech glitches (I wonder if they’ll even include the “big one”—the projector jumping over most of the staircase scene before getting fixed—in the digital ticket version), but nothing that could even begin to damper the magic of the night.

We all know that spies never die (except for Owen and the Informant, oops). And at times like this concert, I think this special little show with its short run in 2016 will prove to be just as immortal.

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ju-sakka · 1 year

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Genre: hurt/comfort, fluff, friends to lovers

Pairing: Jisung × reader

W.C.: 1.3k

Warnings: slight cursing, kissing kissing kissing, Han breaks down (fear of abandonment)

A/N: mention of Jeongin, whipped jealous Hannie, it's just fluffy and cheesy y'all

It hurt.

A thousand daggers might as well be jabbing your heart at this point.

You knew it took either too much or something major for Jisung to break the way he had just seconds ago; muscles all tense and full body shivers rocking him in your arms.

When your hand stilled on his head in fear of tugging his hair hard as he jolted with a hiccup, he pressed his face further into your neck, his grip tightening on your shirt, fists pushing you closer to him; prompting you to resume stroking his hair.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry…” his whispered apology never stopped ever since he sat you down on the carpet and basically shoved himself onto you. The thoughts that are probably running in his head right now were known too well by you: I'm such a burden, I'm making her go through big trouble, I'm such a bad friend—and the list goes on.

He had said all those things on multiple previous occasions; and no matter how much you tried to eliminate these filth of thoughts from his brain, and even when they kept quiet for the most part lately, they always came back in such times where he was at his lowest—which meant doubt had crept back into his heart.

You sighed, tears blurring your vision as you felt your heart shattering, and you kept stroking his hair gently, your other hand tapping his back in a comforting rhythm.

“Please stop apologizing, you don't need to.”

“B—but—”

“It's alright, Ji. I've got you. Let it all out,” you whispered, gently squeezing his shoulder “I've got you.”

His forehead dropped to your shoulder right as a raspy sob escaped his throat, his tears splashing on your collarbone and rolling down your skin.

Was it the first time he had a breakdown? It wasn't. However, this time felt slightly… different. You could not put your finger on it; why his voice is heavy with a far tinge of almost grief, why he's pushing on your back so tightly you knew you'd be bruised already, why this felt like a new type of scared and devastated.

Worry was eating away at your chest like a starving rat; you didn't know what to think, didn't know what to expect, but you just knew something must be so wrong, and you could feel your patience straining under your growing panic.

“Hey…” you called out once the uneven rhythm of drops on your skin stopped, voice gentle, hands gentle as they held his shoulders and tried pulling him away, but he absolutely refused to let go. He had you in a death grip, and you thought his arms might snap at the force anytime soon.

“Jisung, please” you whispered, your hands dropping to his waist to squeeze it “you're making me worry, please talk to me, tell me what you want.”

He finally lifted his head up—his body still glued to yours—coming face to face with you.

His cheeks were wet and flushed, his eyes red and puffy, the tip of his nose a bright red from all the rubbing it had received.

You smiled fondly, cradling his face in your hands and wiping his cheeks dry. “Don't leave me…” he finally said, “I want you to not leave me—” he pouted, tears forming in his eyes again, “—ever.”

A whirlwind of emotions hit you.

Firstly, you were super confused.

Secondly, your guts were fluttering at those words coming out of the very person you loved and wanted the most in this world.

Thirdly, and most importantly, you felt your chest ache since you knew he only ever views you as a friend.

And also: how the fuck could he think you would—could—ever leave him? You were in too deep and there was no way out.

“Who said I'd ever not be on your back?” you forced a composed smile on your lips despite being really shaken up.

If only he knew the power he held over you, what he could do to you with only a brush of his skin on yours, or a smile shot your way, or basically anything he did.

The mere idea of his existence makes your heart swell with adoration and disbelief at how this could even be possible, and how out of billions of people, you got to be called his best friend.

“Getting rid of me won't be easy, sir—” you watched his eyes which were glowing in a different light, a light that wasn't healthy for your heart.

You could swear he was looking at you like you were the most precious thing in the world, and you could feel your heartbeat stutter violently. “—you'll need to serve jail time for that”

He laughed at that, closing his eyes for a brief moment, allowing you to catch your breath as heat spread in your body.

But you didn't have the time to calm your erratic heart down since he locked eyes with you again.

This time they sparkled brighter, and were narrow as they sat on his cheeks that were pushed up by his smiling lips.

“Thank you, love”

Darn him and his pet names. Darn your pathetic little heart. Darn his perfection, and his gaze at you, and his closeness to you right now. Gosh, he was so close you could just—

You smiled at him, his gaze shifted to your right cheek, his lips mirrored your smile.

“You know that you have a dimple there, right?”

His left hand met your face, and his thumb pressed to where you assumed the aforementioned dimple lied, “right there” he mumbled, his eyes trailing back to meet yours.

“It's so precious how it only shows when you smile really hard,” his previously still thumb was now moving back and forth on your cheek, his eyes brimming with affection, and he leaned to press a kiss on your dimple “and I'm honestly happy I could bring it out”

“Ji…” you whispered, you almost whined, a million feral birds were flocking in your chest right then.

He slowly placed his forehead on yours, his finger still stroking the side of your face, his eyes now closed, and he hummed softly.

“You asked me to tell you what I want” he murmured when you didn't say anything else, and you held your breath expectantly, watching his eyes flutter open.

“I want to kiss you so bad right now,” your heart was sure about to pop out of your chest, or explode. Whichever happens first.

“Can I?”

You couldn't bring yourself to even part your lips, let alone speak, but your beet red face and the vein beating in your neck where his pinky lied were pretty telling for him; and that's why he closed off the small gap between you two, softly connecting his lips with yours in a long chaste kiss.

“God, you're so soft,” he groaned, both of you breathless at the little kiss, and then he went right back to kissing you.

His kisses were slow and sweet, and you matched his pace right up.

The feel of his lips pressing against yours and not even peeling off completely before pressing again felt so heavenly, and he tasted even better than you imagined in your best daydream about him.

“Do you even know how much it tortured me because I thought you'd never feel the same?” he spoke against your lips, pressing another kiss to them. “you just witnessed it” and another kiss, “I was going crazy” and another.

He then pulled away, his brows knitted together as he stared you deep in the eyes “why did you ditch me for Jeongin so many times, huh?”

You groaned, the question snapping you out of your sweet daze, but certainly not stopping the fluttering in your guts.

“Ji, seriously? You know there's no one I'd rather spend my time with as much as I do with you! Poor thing just wanted help with his chemistry class.”

His frown eased, and he sighed deeply, evidently super embarrassed as his ears grew red, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment.

“Thanks to him anyway, I guess?” he said, his hand dropping your face and scratching the nape of his neck.

“Yeah,” you replied, your voice a whisper, a newfound hope washing over your ribs “I guess.”

#skz #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #skz imagines #stray kids scenarios #kpop imagines #skz scenarios #skz x reader #stray kids #skz fanfic #han jisung fluff #han jisung x reader #ju's fics

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girl-next-door-writes · 8 months

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Every Time You Walk By

Characters: Poe Dameron x reader

Summary: Poe has developed feelings for his best friend, but with a war to fight, will he ever get around to telling them?

Word Count: 1219 words

Prompt: Best Friends, Gentle Kiss, Shared Clothing, Holding Hands When Stressed.

A/N: This is the last of my celebration fics and it is for the lovely and wonderful @minigirl87 . Thank you to everyone who threw something at me, and I am sorry some of these took me so long!

Things used to be straightforward, and that was the way Poe liked it. He had a war to win, a galaxy to save, that was just his life. It fell into a rhythm of sorts, a simple melody in the symphonic masterpiece that was the galaxy, like an oboe making the overall opus richer, adding depth. That was the way he liked it, his life was full, he didn’t need any distractions, so why did his stupid brain keep returning to you?

Poe trusted you with his life, he’d had to, and your friendship meant a lot to him, but that was all this was, friendship. If he told himself that often enough, then maybe he could fool himself into believing it. Something had changed for him, and although he couldn’t pinpoint when that had started, he knew the exact moment he had realised.

Returning from a mission, one which had got a little dicey for a while there, he had climbed out of his ship and seen you running across the hanger. Your hair was a beautiful mess, his jacket wrapped around you over your combat gear. It could have been a trick of the light, but for just a moment, he could have sworn you glowed as you smiled at him. Your hug had knocked the air from his lungs, and it took a second before his brain caught up to what was going on and he returned your embrace. That was the moment, as he rested his head against yours, eyes closed, that he mentally uttered an expletive. That was the moment he knew he was in love with his best friend, and it was utterly hopeless.

Poe had continued with life, ignoring this nagging feeling, this desire to always be by your side. He was a little clingier, not that he would admit it. BB8 seemed to spend more time around you, and that had absolutely nothing to do with Poe asking the little droid to keep an eye out for you, it definitely did not provide him with an excuse to seek you out more often either. The war was the focus. He had to keep his head in the game.

The command room was silent, except from the broken, tinny voice emitting from the comms. It was supposed to have been a simple mission, just a small squadron on recon, but the firefight that had ensued was devastating. It had been an ambush; they’d had no chance.

Mackenzie’s voice narrated the action, panic evident despite him trying his best to hide it. Poe hung his head. It should have been him. He should have insisted they waited until he’d returned from Yavin 4. Logically, he knew that he couldn’t go on every mission, but right now, standing there with his fists clenched, he felt so helpless.

“Green 4 has been hit. Collins is down.”

A single tear of frustration and loss escaped from his right eye, and he hurriedly swiped it away with the back of his hand.

“They are right on my tail. There’s eight of them. I don’t think I can shake them.”

Poe felt a warm hand take his and he looked up in surprise. His eyes met yours and he could see the pain and sadness there he knew was reflected in his own. Some of the tension left his body, and he found his fingers interlacing with yours. The two of you stood, side by side, in silence as the inevitable outcome of the ambush played out over the comms.

As the line went to static, Poe felt the usual weight of guilt hit him. What he hadn’t expected was for you to squeeze his hand, a silent gesture that seemed to say it wasn’t his fault. His thumb tentatively ran over yours in reply, his way of telling you that he knew. No words were needed, and he wondered if this was because you were best friends or if it was his deeper feelings for you. The comfort he sensed at your touch suddenly felt selfish, and he pulled his hand away. The Resistance had just lost some good people, he could not allow himself the luxury of letting the world go a little fuzzy around the edges.

He tried to avoid you, he really did, but his feet seemed to have other ideas. His entire body longed to be close to you, even if it was simply sitting in the same room for a little while. There was just something about you that made things better. Every time you walked by, it was like he’d drank a shot of pure caff, and if you smiled..! Oh, maker, if you smiled at him, he felt invincible. True, there had been times when you smiled and he’d ended up tripping over something or walking into a doorway, but even those incidents couldn’t dampen the feeling of walking on air.

Rather than admit his feelings for you, he threw himself into his work. The sooner the war was over, the sooner he could focus on other things, right? And so, Commander Dameron burned the candle at both ends, accepting any and every assignment, often taking back-to-back missions.

It was late one night as he stumbled out of his ship, exhausted and aching, when he felt you beside him. Without a word, you slipped your hand around his waist and took some of his weight.

“You’re dead on your feet, Poe. Please tell me you aren’t planning to fly again before you’ve had some real rest.” The soft chastising tone of your voice made the corners of his lips quirk up a little. He knew you cared, knew you worried, but hearing it always made his heart jump.

“I’m gonna rest, sweetheart. You don’t need to worry about me.”

“Well, someone clearly has to, because you’re not. Come on, let’s get you to bed.”

“Now that’s an offer.” He chuckled, not realising his inner monologue had escaped his lips.

“If that’s what it takes to get you to rest then I’ll come and tuck you in every night.”

Poe was too sleepy to respond, but his mind took that mental image and ran with it. A sleepy, goofy smile appeared on his face as he imagined falling asleep next to you every night.

It wasn’t too long before you got him to his quarters. Once inside, you’d made him lay down as you removed his boots. As soon as his back had hit the mattress, his body had begun to relax, allowing the exhaustion to take him. In that haze between consciousness and sleep, he felt you pull the thin blanket over him, tucking him in as promised. Poe couldn’t be certain, but he thought he felt your fingers brush his hair back from his face, and then the warmth of your breath fan over his skin. A soft warmth pressed to his forehead, had you just kissed him?

“Goodnight, Poe.”

He wanted to trace his fingers over the spot he was half certain you had gently kissed, but his body would no longer co-operate. Instead, he let out a contented sigh, his fingers twitching by his side. Maybe tomorrow he would return the sign of affection, perhaps even tell you how much you meant to him, but for now…

#Poe Dameron #Poe Dameron x reader #gndw fic

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captainpains · 6 months

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Carol of the Cookies (Captain Rex x reader)

For @diviluscorner in the @cloneficgiftexchange. I had so much fun writing this and I hope y'all enjoy it ❤️

Prompt: Baking Cookies

Warnings: F reader, kids, family bonding, fluffy, domesticity, everyone lives au, not explicitly holiday but has the vibes

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“Buir! Buir!”

Rex stopped taking off his snow boots and looked down the hallway to see his little girl, Mariel, running towards him at full speed. She jumped into his arms, giggling when he caught her. He smiled at her and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

“What have you been up to my little trooper?” He asked her, attempting to remove his snow gear while still holding her.

“We went to the library and mama let us pick out some books!” The 6 year old ecstatically explained.

“Really? I hope you picked out something you really liked.” Rex hummed as he took off his scarf and hat.

“I did. I picked a book about stars!”

“That sounds great sweetie. Hey, how about you go to mama while I finish taking off my boots?”

Mariel nodded before jumping down and taking off down the hall towards the kitchen. Rex finished taking off his boots as promised, then shrugged off his jacket. He took a moment to look at a picture hung on the wall, a picture of his family, something that he thought that he never had. He then moved down the hall, toward the kitchen, toward you.

You were like a saving grace for him.

He’d met you at a bar called 79s one blurry night so long ago. You were working the bar and had somehow found his drunk flirting charming enough to give him your com. He remembered sending you an apology the day after, the embarrassment he felt when his brothers recounted what happened was soul crushing. He felt less bad about it when you ended up inviting him for a cup of caf. And the rest, as they say, was history.

The war ended, and he proposed. The two of you moved to Saleucami and got a small farm, trading the food you grew at the market. Then little Mariel was born.

Rex walked into the kitchen and smiled at what he saw. You were trying to keep Mariel from eating the cookie dough that you were making. He watched as you gently pushed her hand away from the bowl, scolding her for trying to eat it. Rex went over and reached into the, taking just a little bit of the cookie dough and eating it.

“That is not for you either.” You playfully glared at him.

“Well then why is it so delicious?” Mariel refuted, arms crossed and face pouting.

“You can’t eat all the raw cookie dough, sweetie. Or there won’t be anything to decorate, later.” You told her as you took the bowl of cookie dough to another counter to roll it out.

Your daughter gave a gasp at the realization. Rex chuckled at it. It would be absolutely devastating if there were no cookies to decorate.

“How about you go get your new book to show me?” Rex suggested to her.

“Okay!” Mariel rushed out of the kitchen.

“She was so happy to get that book.” You told your husband as you rolled out the cookie dough.

“I bet.” Rex grinned, then wrapped his arms around you. “So, how was your day?”

“Fine. She was very hyperactive after her nap. How was your trip to the market?”

“Good. Got a great price for those meilooruns.”

You hummed in response. Rex tightened his arms, resting his head on your shoulder. He watched as you rolled the dough, then grabbed one of the many cookie cutters on the counter.

“I missed you while I was gone, cyare.” Your husband admitted, then placed a kiss on your cheek.

“You were only gone for a few hours, dear.” You mused, cutting a few cookies in the shape of a snowman.

“Yeah, but I still missed you and Mariel.”

“Well, we missed you too.” You smiled and turned your head, giving him a small kiss on the lips before returning to your task.

Mariel came running into the kitchen, her book in hand. She excitedly held it up for her father to see. Rex peeled himself off of you to attend to your daughter. She happily took her father to the living room, where they sat on the couch and she read the book to him. You finished cutting the cookies and put them in the oven. You smiled to yourself as you thought about how

You went to the living room and smiled when you saw your daughter sitting on the sofa reading her book to her father. Rex was paying all his attention to her as she read. He was patient and encouraging as she read, making sure she pronounced every word correctly. You decided to let them have this moment of bonding, going back into the kitchen to start some dishes while Rex kept the little one entertained.

After around 15 minutes, the cookies were done. Mariel came running in when the timer went off. She pouted when you told she had to wait until the cookies cooled off to decorate them.

“You can decorate the cookies later. Now, how about you get your favorite pajamas on and then you pick out a holo movie to watch. When that’s done, the cookies will be ready to decorate.” You suggested to the 6 year old.

She seemed content with the idea. She ran off to her room. Rex went into the kitchen to help with the dishes while you set up the holoscreen for Mariel to pick a holomovie to watch. Mariel came back rather quickly, dressed in her blue pajamas. She excitedly picked a film about a magic tooka, then ran to the kitchen to decorate cookies.

You helped her when she wanted it, but all in all left her to her vision of what the snowman should look like. You and your husband decorated about four cookies each, while your daughter decorated the majority of them. She made a colorful mess with the icing but was so happy with how the cookies turned out.

“Buir! Momma! You have to try one!” Mariel insisted, handing a cookie to each of you. You took a bite, while Rex (with his massive sweet tooth) shoved the whole thing into his mouth.

You praised your daughter for how good the cookies looked and tasted. Rex watched and smiled to himself.

He wouldn’t trade this for anything.

#captain rex #captain rex x reader #star wars #LDE23

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sitp-recs · 6 months

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HP Rec Fest, Day 2

I love today’s prompt for @hprecfest but I gotta admit it was a challenge to come up with new fics to rec - I must have mentioned my personal comfort reads one too many times around here 🤣 I ended up going for two fics I have recced before but bc I love them dearly and imo they’re still criminally underrated I thought it would be worth it to scream about them again. I chose them not only for the comforting aspect but also because they’re both fresh, quietly devastating and thought-provoking in ways that make them different from everything I’ve read before or since.

Day 2) A comfort fic:

Drarry

Vale Sanare by RurouniHime (M, 23k)

Draco’s world gains a new component just when he thought he’d sorted everything out.

one of my all-time favorites, 10 years later and I always find myself coming back for the sweet catharsis 🤌🏼 absolutely love these mature versions of Draco and Harry, the slow burn built on mutual trust and understanding, and this fascinating fresh take on Dark Magic injuries. a must read for all angst & h/c lovers out there!

Rare pair

Rest Your Head Close to My Heart by pauraque (M, 3.6k) - Harry & Hermione

It's almost time to wean her last child, and Hermione is thinking about what she's losing. Meanwhile, Harry is thinking about what he never had.

this fic blew my mind and continues to do so every time I reread it. such a precious, unique and devastating little story - I’m in awe by how pauraque got a kinkfest prompt and managed to explore Harry’s trauma and complex feelings while delivering a beautiful nuanced look into their relationship full of complicity and trust. all of that within 3.5k, just brilliant!

#hprecfest2023 #day 2 #comfort fic

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phantomrose96 · 2 years

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Chrissy this is my prompt for u to write an essay about your grievances here. I love having my parade rained on, jokes on u

Haha, okay okay okay, so I guess it is list of grievances time.

I’m gonna put most of this under a Read More because like I said before, I’m not trying to make a spectacle out of complaining about people’s good time. So if you’re not looking for BNHA-salt this is easily skip-over-able.

I will start with one thing above the Read More—and I mean this with full compassion and sincerity—I think Horikoshi is burnt out. It feels like he doesn’t love the characters or the world anymore and he’s going through the motions to get this over with and I’m SURE the break-neck pace of the shonen manga industry holds a lot of blame. I’ve burnt out on my own stories over less. So I don’t fault Horikoshi for that part.

Okay, so salt time. It got pretty long.

I’m gonna start by elaborating on the first point, because its impact is extremely easy to feel on the story:

The love for the characters isn’t there anymore.

BNHA has always been a big-cast kinda show, and they managed this well in the early seasons. Even with 20 characters in Class 1-A, I can tell you specifics about pretty much everyone’s role during the Tournament Arc. They all felt distinct. They all had different motivations, tactics, attitudes hopes dreams everything. Iida’s “I’m actually going to go against you, Deku, because I can’t keep being the friend in your shadow” was so very distinct from Uraraka’s “I used my wit to concoct a plan against a brute-force blaster and nearly won, but the frustration is so hard to deal with” from Todoroki’s “I’m moving forward with cold and blind rage to defy my father” from Bakugou’s “I need an absolute first-place win or this is nothing” from Midoriya’s “I can’t use my quirk so I need to win with my tact” from Yaoyorozu’s “I buckled under pressure and the frustration is devastating” from even—fucking—Ojiro’s “I resign because I was possessed during this team win and I don’t honorably think I can continue.”

I could probably keep going for every student in Class 1-A but my point is how potently interesting and distinct each of them felt during this arc. Even ones who ended up with little screentime left their mark.

…And then I compare it to, say, the recent “Rescue Deku” arc and… it was just 20 people essentially in a line, one-by-one sounding off about what surface-deep reason they had for liking Deku and wanting him to come home while they all just trade off generic blows and… that’s that. Deku comes home and there’s no talk of it. No fanfare. No fallout. It happened and it’s done. We don’t care what the characters think. Onto the next.

And this was all following a LONG stint where the main characters hardly even appeared. Uraraka and Iida hardly exist anymore. Only Todoroki and Bakugou have managed to cling to relevance alongside Deku, and that’s probably a popularity poll thing. But EVEN then, Deku himself hardly appeared for a long time. And it felt painfully obvious how much Horikoshi was just tired of his cast, and desperately hopping to a new Favorite Character in a bid to keep his own interest alive.

For a while it was Hawks. Everything was Hawks. Then Endeavor for a while. Endeavor was Horikoshi’s new main character. Then Mirko. All things Mirko. Just hopping to brand new characters and tossing them aside when the flame died, all the while leaving the main cast to stagnate.

Now in the final arc we’ve got an ensemble of several-dozen characters haphazardly thrown around, here to say a few Epic Shonen Words and do an Epic Shonen Attack for 3 pages, fail, and then get tossed into the background again. They’re less characters and more just plot-moving-pieces. The lack of heart is palpable and an arc like Rogue Deku, which my angst-endeared ass should have been super easy to win over with, was extremely flat. Nothing more than a surface-deep exploration of what this means for Deku’s character, and I need to stress it was NOT like that at the beginning of the series! The beginning, up through at least the Kamino arc, had a LOT of love for all these characters. It made you root for them. It made you care. And those characters are all just shells of themselves now.

Which rolls into my next point: What character development?

Horikoshi was REALLY good at setting up both plot and character. The character introductions were strong. The early arcs were strong. You see Deku develop a lot in the very early chapters, going from easily cowed to holding his ground, going from quirkless, to a state of having a quirk but having to be smart and use it sparingly, to slowly getting control of it. And alongside the awe of larger-than-life All Might, it’s a development you really root for.

…And Horikoshi kind of flubs development after that.

I cannot tell you how current-arc Deku is that distinct from chapter-50 Deku. Same for most characters except maybe Bakugou, who’s had a decent character arc. But that should not be a stand-alone phenomenon.

If I think about something like Fullmetal Alchemist, the development Ed undergoes throughout the series is amazing. It happens slowly, but steadily. The lasting impacts of experiences change him. He matures. He learns. And Ed in the final episode is hardly recognizable as the pompous little shit from the beginning.

Deku has been… Deku. For a very long time now. All Might’s been shuffled off stage. Todoroki’s development I personally dislike for a reason I’ll get into later. The rest of Class 1-A has been tossed into the dumpster as previously stated.

And as for the PLOT…

God I’m so sorry, what plot? (And how you can’t have your cake and eat it too)

This one DEEPLY impacts my opinion of the series.

BNHA doesn’t know what its plot is.

BNHA had really good set up! A lot of opportunities of ways to push the plot along and explore a big and open world. There seemed to be a really good thread to focus on up through the Kamino arc, combining school concerns with real life threats, and then….. and then…….

It’s almost comical how BNHA sniffed at some fearsome, fascinating villains at the beginning of the series (Stain, particularly, comes to mind) only to settle on… a whiny brat with no goal, Shigaraki, as the main antagonist.

And this COULD have been done in a way I would have loved! If the framing of the story was just that—"hey yeah Shiggy is a whiny brat whose trauma made him violent, and he’s too dumb to realize he is PURELY being groomed by AFO to turn him into AFO’s new body.” If the framing had said “yes, Shigaraki is in fact stupid and has no point—(and that makes him sympathetic as a groomed victim of AFO’s who never knew any better!)”

But instead Horikoshi is trying SO hard to make it seem like the League of Villains has a point.

What is their point?

I shouldn’t ask that rhetorically, because that’s inviting fans to message me with their 18-paragraph, 95% fanon, “fixing canon while thinking they’re explaining canon” explanations about why all the LoV characters’ goals make perfect sense. And, look, I’m sorry, it’s not there. It’s just not.

Toga’s whole point is “I wish it was easier for me to kill people.” Shigaraki’s whole point is “I’m angry, I think killing All Might will make everything better.” Twice’s point is “I’m lonely.” Dabi’s the only one with a real point (but I’m ALSO quite angry about that, more on that later.)

And again! I feel like this was so CLOSE to being good—these are all random riffraff who came together as followers of Stain’s ideology. It makes a LOT of sense to end up with ragtag misfits, all with their own wildly different interpretations of a high-profile criminal’s ideaology, and if the LoV were JUST unsuspecting pawns in AFO’s game, I would have sympathy for them! Them and Shigaraki!

But instead, Horikoshi tries over and over again to be like “no the LoV TOTALLY have a point. They say Hero Society is corrupt and it totally is!”

…Except Horikoshi forgot the part where he was supposed to make Hero Society corrupt…

And look, if Horikoshi wanted a Bright and Shiny, All Heroes Are Good And Shining happy little comic world, I’d respect that. If he wanted to do a The Boys-style “Heroes are the corrupt underbelly of a society that worships them”, I’d respect that. But he tried to do both at the same time, in a floundering bid to grasp onto a plot, and it does not work.

You end up with this completely incoherent narrative where, when you look around, all the heroes are good and shiny. And then Horikoshi just says “oh um, no it’s corrupt.” And then throws in like, one random side character who goes “oh yeah I was a hero controlled by the Bad Hero Agency to do like, murders!” and then she goes away forever and we don’t talk about it anymore. And then Hawks kills a member of the LoV—a criminal organization with a massive body count—and they try the whole “SEE. Heroes are JUST AS BAD as the villains!” (Dabi is in the background incinerating people to death.)

Which speaking of, if Horikoshi wanted to show Hero Society is corrupt, heY YOU DO REMEMBER YOUR NUMBER 1 HERO IS A CHILD-ABUSER AND WIFE-BEATER. HORIKOSHI DO YOU REMEMBER? DO YOU? “Ah gee how will I show Hero Society is corrupt?” Endeavor is right there! “Guess I’ll invent a new character who shows up for one arc who was a corrupted hero or something” ENDEAVOR IS RIGHT THERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I’m normal again.

Alright on to my next point.

FUCKING ENDEAVOR.

This part is going to be more on the subjective side because it’s just an arc and character handling I deeply hate. You can disagree with me or whatever but Endeavor stans I do not care why you like him.

HEY REMEMBER HOW THE (at the time) NUMBER 2 HERO BEAT HIS SON BLOODY SINCE THE TIME HE WAS 5 YEARS OLD IN ORDER TO TRAIN HIM TO BE STRONG ENOUGH TO SURPASS ALL MIGHT.

REMEMBER WHEN ENDEAVOR BEAT HIS WIFE SO MUCH SHE HAD A MENTAL BREAKDOWN AND POURED BOILING WATER ON HER SON’S FACE AND WAS SENT AWAY LEAVING HER CHILDREN SOLELY IN THE CARE OF THE MAN WHO RAMPANTLY ABUSED THEM.

REMEMBER WHEN HORIKOSHI MADE A CHARACTER SO *CARTOONISHLY* EVIL I WOULD TAKE MOVING ENTIRE MOUNTAINS TO REDEEM HIM?

Well he went through a wittle man-pain and he’s so sowwy :3. Do you fowgive him?

He got to become the Number 1 Hero but (gasp) it wasn’t everything he thought it would be so `(*>﹏<*)′ could you maybe be a wittle bit nicer to him?

Oh yeah and Endeavor’s big redemption moment? It’s when he almost dies fighting a high-powered Nomu terrorizing the city, or, as it’s known in the hero industry, FUCKING TUESDAY.

THAT WAS ALWAYS THE POINT. ENDEAVOR’S DAY JOB HAS ALWAYS BEEN RISKING LIFE AND LIMB TO PROTECT CIVILIANS. FIGHTING A HIGH POWERED BAD GUY IS *NOTHING NEW*. THAT WAS ALWAYS THE POINT. THAT SUCH A HEINOUS MONSTER WAS ALSO SOCIETY’S PROTECTOR.

But he got a wittle banged up in the fight so now his family has to be a wittle nicer to him. He has a scar now (*/ω＼*)

And at that point, Endeavor was Horikoshi’s new favorite character so he just had to feel a little guilty and then it was all good. He’s good. We’re all good with him.

And it would be one thing if Shouto was joining his father’s agency JUST for the stepping stone opportunity. I liked that during the Tournament Arc! When he tells Endeavor he just, in the moment, completely forgot about him. I loved that!! Disown your father and just USE him for your own career escalation, YES, use him and give him none of your love attention or honor I liked that a lot!

But instead it’s turned into actual forgiveness. And this is lauded as good.

Now, THE DABI REVEAL ARC.

The start of this arc was great. I loved the dramatc reveal. I loved Dabi blasting Endeavor’s dirty domestic-abuse laundry over the airwaves to the entire public.

SURE WOULD HAVE LIKED FOR ANY OF THAT TO MATTER. AT ALL. EVEN A LITTLE.

NOPE. The ONLY thing this does is spur the entire Todoroki family to rally around Endeavor and tell him how much it’s all their own faults too that this happened.

Natsuo, who would have been fucking FIVE YEARS OLD, when the stuff with Touya went down, tells Endeavor that this is partially his own fault too because if only he (Natsuo) had fought back against his dad’s rages and made his dad talk things out with Touya, maybe none of this would have happened.

FUCKING WHAT.

(And again, the narrative is endorsing this. This is supposed to be a HEART-WARMING scene of a family coming together.)

Fuyumi and Rei go on to explain why they were also responsible for Endeavor’s abuse (I could a little bit understand Rei taking some responsibility, as their mother) but also Rei was married off to Endeavor in a quirk-wedding girl was basically trafficked. And this arc also decides to show “oh um actually their courship was good :3 Endeavor was good and caring, actually :3 he just got a wittle evil later on (are you mad at him?) <:3?”

Okay, okay okay I should stop I just canNOT be charitable about this arc.

At this point in the series, the Dabi=Touya confirmation and the resolution of the Todoroki family stuff was the only main thing I was still hanging around for. And the Endeavor redemption shattered my faith in the series so soundly I have only been idly following along since then without any of my heart in it.

In Conclusion

It’s a series that had so much heart and so much untapped potential at the beginning. And then Horikoshi reached the end of his thread of planning, and discovered he did not know how to actually follow through on character arcs or plot, and has pittered around aimlessly letting characters decay, plot threads unravel, and his best bet at this point has been to cling to a throughline which just does not make any sense.

Now we’re near the end and the characters are shells of their former selves and we’re going through the motions of every Big Shonen Wow tropey ending and, really, Deku can land the final ending punch on TomurAFO (or whatever we’re calling AFO!Shiggy) and I will feel just. Nothing about it. Because it won’t feel like any kind of conclusion for the characters I actually cared about at the beginning.

#dont wanna tag this bc 'dont tag your shark hate with sharks' comic you know #so sorry for anyone relying on that for blackist just gotta skip this one #arcticfoxshitposting #nagitokomaeda-the69th

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the-badger-mole · 1 year

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Hallmarks of the Season: Part 2

Jetlag was a monster. Katara was certain there was nothing on earth worse than jetlag. She watched blearily as the sun reached its spindly rays over the horizon. She had slept maybe three hours, but her internal clock was eight hours behind, and she'd woken up hours earlier. Katara was considering going back to bed to see if she could get a few more hours of rest when there was a knock on the door.

"Auntie Tara?" Sesi poked her head into the room and was delighted to see Katara already awake and out of bed.

"Sesi, what did I tell you about going into people's rooms while they're asleep?" Sokka chided. Sesi looked back at her father with a pout.

"But she's awake!" She threw the door the rest of the way open so Sokka could see that Katara was in fact awake. Still, he shook his head at his daughter.

"She didn't say you could come in, though," he told her. "You always wait for permission after you knock."

"Oh." Sesi looked down at her feet, thoroughly chastened.

"What do you say?" Sokka prompted. Sesi looked up at Katara with her wide brown eyes peering through her messy slivery hair.

"Sorry, Auntie Tara," she said.

"It's alright," Katara assured her. She stretched out her arms for a hug and Sesi threw herself into the embrace with far too much energy for so early in the morning.

"Are you taking me to school?" Sesi's shame from moments before had melted away in her excitement. Sokka swept his eyes over his sister and shot her a concerned look.

"I don't know, Ses," he told his daughter. "I don't think Auntie got enough sleep last night. Maybe we should let her rest." Sesi's face fell in absolute devastation.

"I'm fine," Katara told them. "I'd be happy to take Sesi to school."

"Yay!" Sesi cheered and ran off to get dressed. Sokka lingered in the door, still unconvinced.

"You don't have to," Sokka said. "You look like you haven't slept since Ba Sing Se." Katara glanced at herself in the mirror and found she had to agree with her brother. Her eyes were puffy and bloodshot. Her hair stood up at odd angles- the result of tossing and turning trying to find a comfortable enough position to fall asleep in- and her skin looked dull and dry from spending the better part of the last day in an airplane.

"I wouldn't miss it," Katara told Sokka. "Besides, it's a bad idea for me to go back to sleep now. That'll just make my jetlag last longer."

"Alright," Sokka relented with a shrug. "I'll go fix you some coffee."

"Lots, please," Katara called after him.

Katara took a few minutes to dress and make herself somewhat presentable. When she went into the kitchen, she found Hakoda nursing his morning coffee and reading the paper, while Sokka wrangled his daughter's hair.

"I want Auntie to do it!" Sesi insisted.

"Let's not exhaust Auntie on her first full day," Sokka said. "She's going to be here for ten more days. Besides, I'm almost finished. She can do your hair another time." Katara shot her brother a grateful look and went to pour herself a large mug of coffee. Sokka put Sesi's hair into a neat braid with impressive speed and fixed them both a bowl of congee. Sesi doused hers in honey and nuts, a taste she inherited from her father. When Sesi was done, she grabbed Katara's arm, nearly making her spill the last of her coffee. Hakoda grabbed the mug in the nick of time and warned his granddaughter to be careful.

"Slow down, pup," he said, scooping Sesi into his arms. "We don't want any accidents on Auntie's first day."

"I'm going to be late!" Sesi exclaimed, squirming and giggling in her grandfather's grasp.

"You're not going to be late," Sokka said. He glanced down at his watch and gasped. "Oh, crap! You are!" He hurried to get Sesi's jacket on and pass her her lunchbox.

"You remember how to get to the school, right?" Sokka asked Katara.

"In my sleep," she said. "I forgot to pack a toothbrush. I'm going to stop at the corner store on my way back. Do you need anything?"

"All good!" Hakoda called from the kitchen. Sokka reached into his pocket and pulled out a few crumpled bills.

"Sesi's got tessenjutsu after school," he said. "Can you pick her up a snack?" Katara pushed Sokka's money back at him.

"I got it," she said.

Even after a decade, Katara remembered her way to the town's only school building. It was a ten minute walk from her father's house, and Sesi spent every minute trying to cram as much information in as possible. Katara listened to her chatter with indulgent affection, even supplying new topics when Sesi couldn't think of any. Katara listened attentively to stories of Sesi's best friend (this week), her favorite snacks (which Katara filed away for her trip to the store), how amazing her martial arts teacher was.

"I want to be like her when I grow up!" Sesi declared. Then she looked up at Katara and hurriedly added, "I want to be like you, too! I want to be strong, like Sifu Suki, and I want to be super smart, like you, Auntie." Katara had to hide a laugh at Sesi's enthusiasm.

"I think you're going to grow up to be very strong and smart," she told her niece. "But I'd rather you be like you than try to be like me, or Sifu Suki or anyone."

"But you're so, cool!" Sesi said. "I want to travel and go to fancy parties like you. And I want to be a really great fighter, like Sifu."

"You can do all that," Katara said. "It's fine to look up to people and be inspired to work hard like them, but you can't really be just like them. I wanted to be just like my mom when I was your age. She was a nurse, you know."

"I know," Sesi nodded sagely. "Daddy told me. He tell me a lot of stories about Gran-Gran Kya." Katara smiled at that.

"Well, when I was growing up, I wanted to be a nurse, too," she said. "But then one day I realized I only wanted to be a nurse because she was a nurse, and that wasn't a good enough reason."

"It wasn't?" Sesi looked up at Katara with wide-eyed awe, as if she were hearing some new bit of wisdom for the first time.

"No," Katara said. "So I ended up studying something else, and I got a job in Ba Sing Se."

"And then you met Zu-er- Uncle Zuko?" Sesi had only ever met Zuko over video chat, but Sokka insisted she call him either Mr. or Uncle out of respect. Katara had to admit to herself that she liked that Sesi had chosen Uncle. Deep down, she thought that Zuko did, too.

"Then I met Uncle Zuko."

The pair lapsed into silence once again. Katara was about to ask about TV shows that Sesi asked, when she broke the quiet herself.

"Auntie Tara?" she asked uncertainly.

"Yeah, kiddo?"

"Do you miss your mom?" That question caught Katara off guard. She froze midstep and inhaled sharply as if she'd just been winded. Concern and confusion furrowed Sesi's brow and she shook Katara's hand. Katara forced a smile to assure her she was okay.

"I do miss my mom," she told Sesi. "I was only a few years older than you when she passed away." She waited a beat, then asked. "Do you miss your mom?"

"I don't know," Sesi shrugged. "I don't really remember her. I was just a baby when she died." Katara wanted to point out that she was a baby still, but thought better of it. "Do you think your mom and my mom are watching us?"

The school was coming up ahead, and in spite of herself, Katara felt relieved. She put her hand on Sesi's head and nodded.

"Yeah, Ses, I think they are watching us," she sighed. "Do you think Gran-Gran Kya likes me?"

"Kiddo," Katara said, lifting Sesi up into her arms, "I think she loves you more than all the stars in the sky, just like your mom. Now, get on inside. I'll see you after school, alright?" Sesi pressed a quick, sloppy kiss on Katara's cheek then squirmed out of her arms to race off and join her friends in the school yard. Katara watched her for a few moments and then left with another sigh. She did not envy Sokka having to field those questions regularly.

The best thing about life in such a small town was that it was walkable. After Katara dropped Sesi off at school, she walked the half mile to the convenience store that had been around longer than most of the town's citizens. Hama, the ancient owner of the store greeted Katara with a bored half wave, as if it had only been days since she'd last seen her instead of over a year.

Sokka had insisted on a healthy snack for Sesi, but Sesi had insisted on something sweet. Katara split the difference with a kid-friendly energy bar, a fruit flavored water, and a bag of gummy candies for when Sesi was done with class. With her toothbrush, snacks and a few other small items in hand, Katara made her way to Hama at the register. She was nearly at the front when someone greeted her excitedly from the aisle. Katara turned to see another blast from her past.

"Aang!" she greeted her ex-boyfriend with a warm smile. "I didn't know you were back in town!"

"I didn't know you were back," he said. "Wow...how long has it been now, six? Seven years?"

"Just about," Katara confirmed. "Are you done with vet school?" Aang shrugged and waved his hand carelessly.

"I didn't finish it," he said. "It got...too sad. I quit when they started teaching us what poisons to use to put pets down." Katara blinked in surprise. Then she remembered that Aang had been a staunch ethical vegan, even in high school. "Anyway, now I own a pet grooming shop."

"That's great!" Katara said. "I could totally see that being a good fit for you. How's Gyatso?"

"Oh, he's great!" Aang said. "Well, I mean, he was sick for a while, but he's doing better. He's actually part of the reason I came back home. And now, you're back! We should totally hang out!"

"Absolutely," Katara agreed. "Have you seen Sokka recently?"

"Well...no," Aang admitted, his cheeks flushed slightly. "I've only been back in town a few months, and with trying to get the groomer's shop off the ground, I've been...busy."

"Then it sounds like we need to have a night out," Katara said kindly. "I'm sure he'd love to see you. And I heard Toph owns a bar now. We should meet up there and catch up."

"Y-you mean all of us?" Aang asked. Katara nodded enthusiastically.

"Yeah! It'll be like old times. Remember the lunch table?" Aang chuckled a bit hesitantly and rubbed the back of his neck.

"That-that sounds great," he said with a wide smile.

"Do you still have the same number? I'll talk to Sokka and Toph and see when everyone's free." Katara shifted her basket so she could push her hair out of her face.

"That sounds like-" Aang's face fell as he followed Katara's hand away from her face and to her side. "I-is that an engagement ring?" Katara giggled and held her hand up.

"Yeah, actually," she said. "I just got engaged a few weeks ago. Actually this trip is partly to introduce him to everyone."

"Oh... Is he...um... are you going to bring him to hang out?"

"I hope so," Katara said. "It depends on when everyone is free. He's not getting to town for another few days. But if he doesn't make it in time for our hang out, I'll be dragging him around town for the entire time he's here. You'll get a chance to meet him."

"That's...great." Aang's wide smile got wider, and he repeated himself with more enthusiasm. "That's great! How long have you been dating?"

"About three years," Katara said. "Our anniversary is in a couple of months. I kind of wish we had time to plan a wedding before then. It'd be cute. But there are too many people's schedules to consider, and we haven't even decided if we're doing the wedding in Ba Sing Se, or here, or in Caldera-"

"Caldera?" Aang asked.

"That's where his family's from," Katara said. "And it's a beautiful city. Anyway, I'm babbling."

"It's alright," Aang waved her off. "So...you guys have been together for three years? And he's never met your family?'

"He's met them," Katara corrected Aang. "He's just never been here. It's never worked out that he's had time when I've come. But he met Dad and Sokka when they visited me in Ba Sing Se last year, and he's chatted with everyone else on video. I can't wait for you to meet Zuko. He's wonderful. Just try not to tell too many embarrassing stories of me from school, alright?"

"I don't think I have any," Aang said. "You were perfect."

"Ha!" Katara laughed. "Pass the memo to Sokka. Hey, I've got to get going, but I'll reach out about hanging out, okay?"

"Sounds good." Katara took her basket to pay for her purchases, and then with one finally wave to Aang, she hurried back to her father's house.

One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six

#zutara #atla #holiday feel goods #yukka #hallmarks of the season

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allylikethecat · 11 months

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Matty and George number 14!! This is such a cool idea

Yay! Thank you so much for the prompt! I hope this is what you were looking for, and if it isn't that you still enjoy it! I had a lot of fun writing it- it was a nice break from working on my many WIPs. Let me know what you think!

❤️Ally

Kiss ... casually

Matty looked down at his notes app, frowning when he realized the only thing written was “cheese.” He knew, rationally, that he needed more groceries than just cheese. He had been on tour for the last six months and even before that his pantry had been embarrassingly sparse. He hadn’t even specified what kind of cheese. Was he looking for a block of cheese? Grated cheese? Those cheese sticks he had discovered in America and become absolutely obsessed with? Matty at two am when he decided he was going to be an adult and make a shopping list had not specified. The Matty of today knew that if it had been important enough for him, stoned and jet lagged, so tired he couldn’t even dream of falling asleep, to write down, the sole item on his shopping list, it was clearly important that he got the right kind. He didn’t want to light up tonight and then be hit with a wave of crushing devastation about not having the right kind of cheese.

He sighed. He would revisit the cheese. He tried to remember if he had toilet paper. He knew he at least had the one roll. It had been extremely comforting to take a shit in his own bathroom before he attempted to go to sleep the night before, he had missed his two ply after months on the road, staying in hotels and shitting in concert venues. It was so nice to be surrounded by his soothing, gray, stone walls, and the eucalyptus plant in the shower that he paid a woman to come water twice a week while he was gone.

She was also supposed to feed his fish. The fish that were mysteriously missing from their tank when he returned, but Sheila had been putting up with him for years and he wasn’t about to ruin that relationship when he suddenly couldn’t even remember if he had actually bought fish for the tank in the entryway or just thought about it. He was pretty sure other than the guys, Sheila might be one of the few people in London that didn’t hate him. Unless she stole his fish. Regardless, he needed to go buy more fish, or maybe the first batch of fish. He couldn’t remember, but his fish tank was empty and he needed to do something about it. If he remembered. If Sheila had stolen his fish he wondered why she didn’t just take the entire tank. He looked down at his notes app and added “Fish” to his list.

He went to run his fingers through his curls, before remembering he was wearing a baseball hat. Fuck. He was still so tired, a bone deep weariness that would take days to overcome as he readjusted to his civilian life. It was probably for the best, they were greasy and in desperate need of a wash. He had been too exhausted, and too high, to do more than stand under the spray and admire his eucalyptus plant when he got home. His plant was thriving, no thanks to him, and the light aroma of the leaves made his chest feel nice as he breathed in the steam. He wondered if Sheila would know if he needed to buy toilet paper. He wondered if it was pathetic to text her. He should probably buy more just in case. He would use it eventually. He wished they hadn’t rearranged everything in the store while he was gone. He didn’t even know where to look for toilet paper anymore.

“Well you look like you’re having a productive trip,” George said, glancing down at Matty’s empty basket when he slid up beside him and leaned down to press a casual kiss to the corner of his mouth. Matty let out a whine of frustration. They had decided to divide and conquer, and so far, Matty had not conquered anything. George’s basket was full though, overflowing with fresh produce, meat and even a bottle of Coca Cola that Matty wanted but was refusing to buy for himself since he was trying to drink less soda. It didn’t count when George brought it for him though.

“I don’t know what kind of cheese I want,” he said, pathetically, glaring at the shelves as if they had personally offended him.

George laughed, “well, considering you’re standing in the cereal aisle, I’m not sure how to help you.”

“I was looking for toilet paper,” Matty said, he knew he was whining slightly, but George just chuckled. He could tell Matty was exhausted, his eyes red and swollen, his eye lids drifting shut then snapping open as if he was going to fall asleep on his feet in the cereal aisle in Tesco.

“We actually used up everything you panic bought during the pandemic?” George asked, not addressing the fact that he was still in the wrong aisle. Matty groaned again, slamming his face into George’s chest in frustration. He had an entire, what was supposed to be a linen cabinet, closet full of toilet paper. His mother had sent him into a tizzy when the pandemic started, and he had panic bought more toilet paper than a single man could ever hope to go through on his own. Even when he and George got back together, they were on tour most of the year, and had barely made a dent in Matty’s stash.

“I forgot about that,” he grumbled, his voice muffled by the fabric of George’s tee shirt. George smirked and kissed the top of Matty’s head, sending a little shiver down Matty’s spine.

He loved how casual George was with his affection, how nonchalant he was, dropping little kisses to Matty’s body, little touches, fingers dragged lightly across his back or to brush his curls out of his eyes, reminding Matty that he was loved even when he was filled with self doubt and didn’t love himself. George was so confident, so casual with his affection, as if it was just something so normal to be sharing, to be sharing with Matty that he couldn’t help but think that maybe he wasn’t the worst.

“Why don’t we pay and head home,” George said, running a hand down Matty’s back. Matty wished he could feel the warmth of his hand through his blue Nike hoodie, but the fabric was too thick. “I think there’s a nap in our future.”

“But the cheese,” Matty whined, mentally cursing two am Matty for not being more specific with his list.

“I’ll go grab a few different options,” George said, “and will meet you by the check out.”

“Fine,” Matty grumbled, stepping back so that George could press one last peck to his lips before turning down the aisle, off to the refrigeration section to get Matty cheese.

Matty grabbed a box of Frosties and added it to his empty basket, at least he was contributing something to the household, he thought with a yawn, dragging his feet down the aisle towards the self checkout. He was so tired his ankles hurt. He wondered if George would be up for stopping at Caffe Nero on the way home. He was in desperate need of a coffee. He glanced down at his phone, making sure there wasn’t anything else he was forgetting. He froze, blinking at the screen in confusion. What the fuck did he mean by Fish?

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doctorguilty · 2 years

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I want you to know McDonalds got rid of their salads because it was worse nutrition wise than anything else on the menu. I dont know how you do that to a salad, but you saying youre getting a healthy McD made me want ti tell you. I hope you have a good day! Dont be afraid to go full porno auditioning

I never noticed when that happened because I never got the salads at mcdonalds because I remember them being (like most chain fast food salads) just like an underwhelming portion of iceberg lettuce (maybe with romaine or some other thing blended in), a little shredded carrot, a couple cherry tomatoes, and like, an also underwhelming portion of chicken strips. and I absolutely don't doubt it wasn't very nutritional

it did prompt me to google mcdonalds salads though, and evidently the UK not only still has them but they look GOOD actually

I would eat those ;_;

As for what I actually got, I just got two of their regular normal sized burgers, no ketchup no mustard. Just pickles and onions. I say healthy mcdonalds lunch jokingly but! honestly for my purposes fast food burgers are a godsend when I'm just not getting enough protein in my diet and I can physically and mentally feel it (and I haven't been, thanks to financial issues).

That's why I was so devastated when my local burger king closed though cause like. the delivery was so cheap and a fucking whopper meal would lift me out of the worst depression fogs, especially like breakdowns where I was crying a lot and like too sick to eat or too tired to cook... alas..............

addendum: not thinking you're picking on me for what food I like djfhksdg just rambling about stuff

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unknownjpegs · 4 months

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“Thanks for coming,” Xavier says as he jogs over to the door and flips the lock, pushing it open for Benji to meander in.

“Yeah, well.” He shrugs the shoulder carrying his laptop. “Letting you know now that I’ll be —” he lifts his fingers to his mouth, eyebrows raised.

If you talk about it less, it helps you want it less, Matilda had intoned sagely to them once around lungfuls from her vape. Lark looked at her with puppy eyes if he saw, so sometimes she’d escape around the corner with them.

At his miming of their shared hobby, Xavier whines. He takes Benji by the lapels of his jacket, shakes him. Soft at first — then harder and harder until Benji laughs and his stern expression cracks with it.

“If you talk about it less —”

“Helps y’want it less, yeah, yeah,” he huffs, touching Xavier’s wrists to get him to stop shaking. It’s immediate, but he doesn’t let go. “Too bad. Price to pay for my company.”

“Priceless,” Xavier says, and as he turns back to the car suspended slightly off the ground, he tugs his shirt over his head.

Benji is reaching into his jacket and pulls out his cigarettes. Two left. Last for the week. Usually he likes to save them for when he’s stressed enough to grind his teeth together.

Benji glances up. Xavier is shirtless. It’s early October. It is fucking cold. He’s shirtless. There is a lot of fucking skin.

“Warm?” He asks anyway, fluidly tucking the cigarette in his mouth before hooking his thumb towards the office. “I can get the fan if you’ve still got it back there.”

“Nah.” Xavier says. Benji watches him unfold to full height, ducking his head to avoid knocking it against the hood. Benji watches him wipe a hand over a rag in his pocket. He watches as Xavier misses most of the rag. Watches him get inky smudges on his jeans. Xavier notices, swears, holds a hand to his side while he twists to inspect the damage. Benji watches him get smudges on himself, fingers splayed over soft looking skin, waist to hip.

Benji watches.

“Shit.”

“Professional.” He notes sarcastically.

Xavier looks up through his eyelashes. Messy. Beautiful fucking mouth curled up on one side, eyes narrowed playfully. Looks like that, all that, and he focuses up on Benji with that sort of intensity?

It is absolutely devastating even across the room. Benji’s fist clenches in his pocket. He has to break eye contact first; looking off to the side as he scrubs a hand through his hair. He nearly gnaws the filter off.

“You’re so lucky I like you as much as I do, Benji.”

Benji’s huffing laugh is forced. Maybe he wasn’t looking at Benji like anything.

They’re in Xavier’s room. They are drunk, or coming off it, in Xavier’s room. They’re drunk in Xavier’s room and Xavier doesn’t get it. Or Benji can’t explain in a way that makes him get it.

Because he’s not mad about Xavier slinging an arm over his shoulder to watch the scary movie (not too scary, no gore, no bodies and bits). He’s not mad about the touch itself or the closeness. He’s thinking about all those people and the noise, the suggestive lines and the hands on him, the hands on others, and that Maran was right, he probably should have stopped drinking sooner.

“Is it like this?”

Benji has jumped from the bed. Xavier sits back, confused and equally tipsy, propped on both elbows.

“What?” He asks slowly.

“This.” Benji paces at the end of the bed, agitated and gesturing between them. “This, like, how we are. How this fucking is.”

“I don’t know —” Xavier moves to sit up, and Benji stops him with both hands raised. “What you mean?”

I don’t fucking know either!

“Is it like this for you?” Benji spreads his hand over his chest. The implication of the gesture seems too big. Too serious. He lets it slip away, down his beer-sticky shirt.

Like this. The fucking ache of it? Or am I insane? Is that it? Are you gonna tell me it’s a misunderstanding? That I wasn’t translating it properly?

“What is, Benji?”

It feels less like a question and more like a prompt.

I feel evil. That’s how he feels. The whole night, watching you. I’m always watching you, do you know that? How fucking creepy.

I feel selfish. That too. People look at you like I do. I don’t like that. It makes sense, you’re fucking you, but I don’t like it.

Frustrated. You don’t even have to want me back, I just need to know. It was too much tonight, and all I could think of was getting to be alone — or getting to be alone with you. Hopeful. I don’t know when you put yourself in there, with that ‘or’. I want to know if you feel that way. I want to know how you feel, I need you to tell me. I can’t tell.

“When I look at you —” he tries, but that’s not quite right. “We’re friends. But, I fucking can’t…do you like me this much?”

Benji gestures at himself again, big carelessly vague sweeps. The words don’t exist. Doesn’t matter. Xavier moves.

He’s not one for subtle, Xavier. Always big and genuine. Honest, easy to read. Benji doesn’t think he’s ever once held something back — so why would he be, now? He would have made it known, if there was an it to be shared.

Except Benji can tell the trajectory of his hand’s path. Because Xavier’s not subtle. Because he’s big and genuine.

Benji’s personal space has always had a sensitive barrier. Sensors that went off accurate but too quick, made him anxious before he truly felt it. Too close overlapped with please touch in a way that frustrated him.

With Xavier, he’s found the sensors don’t trip at all.

He feels the brush of a finger against his wrist. Barely there, so slight it might not have been there at all. Believably ignorable. So… Benji does. When that touch drags over his skin, Benji shies from it.

Instead, he reaches up to card both of his own through his hair. Hold on. His heart’s pounding, fingers tingling like he’s about to be too high or too cold or both.

If you hold my hand right now, I’ll get angry. I’ll get angry at you. I don’t want to do that. It’s just that I can’t tell like I usually can. It makes me angry to begin with. If you hold my hand while you look me in the eye and say ‘sorry, but’ I think I might lose it.

The touch comes again. At the back of his arm, tucked just slightly under the sleeve. Benji stands abruptly — feels immediately stupid for doing so. Like moving at all was an overact of the scene; someone waiting in the wings to call cut, make him do it again, make it believable but not too believable.

“I like you so much,” is how Xavier responds. Does that gorgeous, slight laugh that makes Benji’s cheeks get warm. He fidgets, touches his knuckles to the back of one; definitely hot enough to be red. “More than anyone.”

That doesn’t make sense. What does that mean? That’s not an answer. Give us a real answer. It’s a yes or no. Why aren’t you saying yes or no?

Benji stares at him, hand dropping to his side.

It starts at his feet. Like something reaches into the top of his head and pulls all of him out. Coldness that starts where his feet connect to the earth, flushes up his body like water in a dry sponge. A slippery flash of anger that takes all his focus with how hot-cold he becomes.

He takes a deep, slow breath as the thoughts race to the forefront, barking and snarling to be let out. It’d probably feel nice to snap, right? It’d feel cathartic. Might make him feel a bit better. He couldn’t surprise Xavier with much. Wouldn’t it be nice to shock him? To watch his face flash, startled, maybe hurt.

His anger sours at the image, flares again that imagining that was enough to dampen it at all.

“Really helpful,” Benji says evenly instead, nodding with increasing frequency as he turns. “Thanks, yeah. Really fucking helpful.”

Xavier’s brow is pulled morosely down.

What I mean to say is, I think I have a crush on you — that’s how it’s meant to go. He starts that way and sounds put together. No waver to his voice. No stumbling through it, like he’d worried he would. Except all that consideration for word choice and tone and inflection leaves him.

He turns and sees that expression, confusion and distant hurt touched softly across Xavier’s features, and it’s like looking in a fucking mirror.

Is it like this for you too? It must be. He wonders, staring at his friend. Friend. There’s no fucking way you’re looking at me and thinking the way I think of you. Like this? Like all this? Nah. But why else — why else. I was fucking jealous, okay, and you were. You were —

It snaps into him like a punch. He laughs out loud. Feels insane for it, overcorrects, and mumbles the next thought that springs to mind under his breath.

Seven.

Xavier’s head snaps up. Now he looks angry. Benji wonders, distantly, what set him off about that. The laugh, maybe? If people talked about him under his breath. If he was scared that they might. Scared of what was being said. You hate feeling talked about.

“Wha—”

“I said,” Benji steps forward, pauses. Xavier’s knees open slightly to accommodate him . He only has to tilt his head slightly, tall as he is. Benji's still tipsy; moves faster than his brain can register, spins the room, tilts with it on its access. Big hands come up and cradle his waist, steadying his stumble.

“Seven months. That’s what I said. Seven fucking months, Xavier.” He pushes a hand unapologetically through that hair. Fingertips pressed to his temple, moving slow with strands rippling between his fingers. He’s touched it before, but it has never felt like this.

Benji watches his free hand land on Xavier’s arm. It pushes upwards in a smooth, slow glide. Warm skin, muscle underneath, spots along the tattoos that healed rougher, not faded but slightly raised.

“It’s not like smoking at all.” Benji whispers, eyes locked to the contrast of his fingers brushing further up, where Xavier is somehow paler. That makes him smile softly.

“Benji.”

Xavier breaks off in an audible gasp when Benji’s hand moves again. Now it slips from his arm to his collarbone above the shirt; switches to a vertial pet as skin warms his palm. Benji touches gently up the side of his neck, thumb catching beneath an angular chin. He pauses there, just holding. And then Benji makes a noise as his chin tilts up towards the ceiling. Brings lush green eyes directly to his own.

“You know. How if you talk about it less, you think about it less, so it helps you want it less?” Benji murmurs, smoothly gliding a few steps closer. It brings Xavier’s face up at a more severe angle. Benji can see how his throat bobs as he leans down.

“Starting to think that's bullshit.”

At the rough tone of his voice, Benji’s eyes lid.

“Yeah,” he agrees. His hand cups around Xavier’s jaw. Fits there, as though the crescent of his palm had been used as half the mold for its shape. “I think it’s shit too. Seven whole months, and every day, every day, Xavier, I wake up thinking: it’s gotta be less at some point. Right? It has got to be. If I’m just patient and wait, it’ll be less.”

Benji shakes his head thoughtfully, eyes roving in overlapping circles around Xavier’s face. How do I tell you I could do just this forever, look at you. Just stand here and look at you. Is that mad? Is it just me?

“But, it’s not. Nah. It’s more. I just want you more. I don’t think it stops?”

Benji feels dizzy as he closes that last little bit of distance, skull swimming as if his brain has suddenly become aware of the sensation of its weight within.

He leans down. They kiss.

It’s not frantic like their first. It's thorough. Slow. He’s dizzy. It makes him dizzy. It’s just that, the sweet dizziness, the kiss.

That and that and; the hand on Xavier’s face, skin impossibly smooth under his palm. All these things and an arm slinging around his back, keeping him close and tight. Those things and a soft mouth to his, tongue sweeping past his lips. Together, they make a soft noise. There is breath not his own spilling across his face, a nose bumping his. All these things and.

It’s all he can think as they kiss. And. And, and, and. More.

He wants more.

Benji didn’t know it could get hungrier than that first time. That just kissing — being kissed — could be so hot it stifled. Made him bake from the inside out; hot coil in his stomach broiling into sweat on his neck. That it could make him bake within, make it hard to breathe. But this is something else. Something new, something more.

And, he thinks, switching both hands into Xavier’s hair, guiding the pace of the kiss with that grip. He worries, for a moment, that it's too rough — and then he realizes Xavier’s eager for it. Maybe… with an eagerness that had been there awhile. Benji knows a bit about that.

“Benji,” Xavier sighs when they finally part. “It’s like that. I swear to fucking God, it’s like that.”

That's as many words as he manages. Xavier pulls him back in quickly for a trio of wet, needy biting pecks. Teeth on his bottom lip, tongue swiping after like a cute little apology. Each makes it harder for Benji to breathe than the last. His name is offered again, again, again; with eyes closed and head tilted back.

Benji slips into his lap, control of his body limited to the moment's necessities: touch taste moan. He notches himself, balances with muscles that don't quite cooperate, a head that swims. He immediately has to adjust, because Xavier falls backwards to the bed.

Benji tips with him, vision blurring. They land together in a heap. Two big hands on the small of his back make him cant his hips, spine curving to arch into the touch. Xavier lands a kiss to his sternum, smooths a messy hand upwards between his shoulders. Benji can’t tell if it’s under his shirt or not. The room is hot, his body even hotter, and —

“Seven months,” Benji reminds him, his eyes fluttering. Beneath his cheek, beneath the soft fabric of Xavier’s shirt, beneath muscle and bone, Benji can feel a heartbeat.

It makes him jolt up and find Xavier again, who accepts the messy off-center kiss. He laughs as Benji’s mouth slips lower, groans when it glances off his freckled neck and further. Hollow of his throat traded for a sigh, collarbone a gently tickled laugh. He rubs his face into Xavier’s chest. Listens. He means to do more, but the rhythm is comforting and he —

He falls asleep.

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luminari-mc · 3 years

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(Mammon x MC/Reader)

Prompt: "She doesn't compare to you. No one does.”

Genre: Angst, hurt(emotional)/comfort.

Pairing: GN!MC/Reader x Mammon

Summary: You and Mammon finally get to enjoy a well-deserving shopping trip just between the two of you. Just as you are about to hit the next shop, your attention is caught by an image advertised in the street.

Warnings: N/A

A/N: I wanted to try my hands at a prompt that is tagged as "fluff", but of course I ended up turning it into something angsty instead. But I like sad stuff, so that still works for me.

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It wasn't often that you got to spend time with Mammon without having any of his brothers around to bother you. But you had made it very clear to them that these few hours after school would be spent with Mammon, and only him. And for today's trip, you two had decided to go shopping in one of the busiest streets in the Devildom.

Clothes and jewelry stores, malls- you had done them all. When most of this time had been spent doing window shopping, Mammon had still insisted on getting at least a few bags of purchased goods for each of you by the end of the day. After all, what was the point of going on a shopping trip, if you didn't end up emptying your bank account only to regret it later?

And so, thanks to the demon's wonderful influence, your arms had now several bags hanging off of them. There was a certain guilt still looming over your head as you realized way overboard you might have gotten with your purchases, but Mammon promised he would take care of any financial problems you could encounter in the near future because of that. You still wondered how he was going to manage it, him being Mammon and all...

"Damn, now THAT'S what I call a good haul! Look at ya!" The white-haired demon grinned as he watch you hop out of the store, the glass doors opening automatically at your presence to let you out. He placed his wrists on his hips as his own bags dangled in his hands. "What'cha got for yourself this time?"

"They actually had that jacket I saw in a magazine the other day!" The doors closed behind you as you showed the white bag which contained the jacket. "You were right, that store was amazing. I can't believe you never showed it to me before."

"Ha! Told ya the Great Mammon knew where the best treasures were! Consider it an exclusive info, because I ain't gonna share more if any of my brothers are around next time." Mammon turned around before flipping a few of his bags over his shoulder, as you instantly began to trot to get to his level.

"What? So all this time you knew about it and you didn't tell me? Just because Asmo comes with us sometimes?" You expressed shock, right before your eyebrows joined together. "Really, as if you couldn't have told me over text or something."

"And have you go without me?! Nah, ain't gonna happen- you'd just get lost and end up in the worst store possible." Mammon glanced your way, and you could only smirk at his poor excuse.

"Sure, you're right. I forgot that humans don't have the same flawless sense of orientation as demons do." Despite your obviously sarcastic tone, Mammon didn't seem to register it as he nodded at your words.

"Exactly! Even if I gave you the full address, who knows where you'd end up? I don't want ya to come and complain to me afterwards, so it's gotta be with me or nothin'."

Even as you rolled your eyes, you noticed Mammon's face slightly turning away from yours, probably to hide the extra shade of color that had appeared on his cheeks ever so discreetly. Even when he was in his usual tsundere mood, it was endearing to see how concerned he was for your safety. And just how badly he wanted to be alone with you.

"So, where to next?" You asked without really thinking, surprising yourself that even after your extensive purchasing, you still wanted to do more. Or maybe it was that you didn't want this date to end right away. The past few weeks had been nothing but the brothers interrupting each other when any of them found themselves alone with you, so getting to spend some alone time with one of them, especially with Mammon, deserved to be extended a bit more.

"Glad ya asked!" As if a battery had been plugged into him, the demon brandished his arm into the air, the bags swinging by his face and missing him by a few inches. "I got this whole place where they're sellin' tons of stuff for pretty cheap, but it's actually authentic branded things. See, they're actually sold to that one guy who then has to sell them to another guy, and..."

As you listened to Mammon explain how he was able to find "authentic stuff" (probably not that authentic, you were pretty sure about that) for less than a quarter of its original price, your eyes found themselves drifting to an impressive ad plastered on a building the two of you were walking by. Recognizing the habit of Majolish to put their models on display for everyone to see was pretty easy, but that wasn't what caught your eye in the moment.

What tuned Mammon down completely in your ears, were the models themselves. The second born, sitting on a stool with a ripped shirt and pants, a few accessories hanging off his neck and barely covering anything of his exposed chest. He looked serious, staring straight at the objective- and at you, while the light shined on him to completely capture his frame for the picture.

And sitting down in the middle of the shot, between his legs, was a female demon wearing a red leather dress, her head resting on top of Mammon's leg. The clawed hand dangling off his knee- covered in golden rings, seemed to taunt you, as well as the piercing yellow eyes she had. Saying she wasn't beautiful would be lying. In fact, she was absolutely stunning. A perfect model for a perfect shot. Just looking at her made you feel small, like a prey that was about to be devoured by a hungry beast, the longer you were looking at her.

But that's what demons were supposed to make you feel like, right?

"Hey!" Mammon called out from the distance he had put between the two of you since you had stopped walking beside him. "Yo, MC!"

Watching as you kept staring into nothing, Mammon rolled his shoulders with a furrowed brow before walking back toward you, his head tilting to the side as he noticed your dead expression.

"Huuh hello, Devildom to MC? In which realm did ya get lost this time?"

"They replaced it." The words that left your mouth were weak, almost too silent for him to hear. It's as if all of the energy you had had evaporated from your body in an instant.

"Huh?" Mammon grew a bit concerned at this sudden change. His eyes perked up at the ad you were looking at, as you continued.

"The shoot we did together." Finally, you spared yourself from the sight, your gaze dropping to the ground. "They already replaced it with another one."

As soon as Mammon understood why *this* ad in particular seemed to be upsetting you so much, his jaw was already clenching. He remembered the stars he had seen in your eyes the previous week when you saw yourself on the Majolish ad, posing beside him- a shoot opportunity you had gotten while accompanying him after RAD a few days prior. In the middle of his shoot, he practically didn't leave any choice to his agent and had insisted that you be included in the shots to promote one of the new pieces of jewelry the brand was planning to release in the upcoming months. Asmo, who was there to witness your reaction on that day the three of you went out, had even taken a hundred pictures or so of you posing in front of the ad.

Except that, the jewelry you had posed with, was now present on the new model posing alongside Mammon.

He had made sure to engrave that smile of yours in his head at the time, even going so far as to snap a picture of your face while you were too focused on Asmo to notice him. But now, there was absolutely no trace of that same happiness anymore.

"The fuck?" The snarl that left him shook the walls of his throat. "That wasn't supposed to be advertised before another month! Why'd they have to take ours so soon?!"

"It's okay, Mammon." The demon stopped growling as his eyes lowered on the hand that was clutching his arm. "I mean... I'm not a model. Figures they wouldn't put it up for long... I-I mean, look at me. Seriously, who would want to see my face being exposed for longer than they can bare? It's hard to imagine. I wouldn't probably have sold their product anyway, so... it's okay."

The look on your face was devastating. Despite trying your best to smile, the tears pricking in your eyes were threatening to roll down your cheeks at any second. Mammon felt his heart being stabbed with a thousand invisible daggers, he couldn't bear to watch you feeling insulted in such a way.

His bags were immediately dropped onto the floor, the demon no longer caring for any of the fragile items he may have bought. His hands swung forward to cup your cheeks, forcing your face up to look at him straight in the eyes.

"Hey hey, MC. C'mon, look at me."

You did your best not to let your vision turn blurry because of the upcoming tears, and stared back at Mammon, your bottom lip trembling weakly.

"I don't care what anyone, model agents or not, can say- you'd sell a thousand more times than any fuckin' models out there, okay? In fact, you're worth even more than their stupid jewelry!"

His thumb quickly brushed away a tear from the corner of your eye as his other hand came to rest on your temple.

"They just put that one up there because that model is famous. They don't care about what's really beautiful, they just want to boast their popularity to the rest of the world." The blue of his eyes seemed to radiate the closer he moved towards you. "But I know what's beautiful. And her? She doesn't compare to you. No one does."

You could only look down in shame as his hands never left you, closing your eyes shut to let a couple tears out before Mammon grabbed a tissue from his pocket to dry your face. He patiently waited a few seconds for you to calm down, soothing you with slow caresses of your hair until your shoulders stopped shaking.

"I'm sorry..." you muttered, sniffling as you passed a wrist over your eyes. "I don't know why that upset me so much..."

"Ya got nothing to be sorry about." Mammon retrieved his hands from your head, only to grab the bags that were hanging off of your arms. He somehow manages to hold them alongside his own behind him, before wrapping the other arm around your shoulder.

"Hey, I'd call this a day. How about I prepare ya a bath when we're home? Courtesy of the Great Mammon."

You nodded, your lips arching into a smile as you grabbed the hand hanging off your shoulder. The day was cut too short for your liking, but you didn't feel up for any additional purchases, or to properly enjoy your outing anymore.

"Will you wash my hair?" You entertwined your fingers with his as he gave them a gentle squeeze.

"Pah, of course! Who else but me could do that?" He huffed through his nose, shaking his head at such an obvious question. Your laugh ringing in his ears gave him a brief moment of respite.

But the demon furrowed his brows as he lead you into your walk back home, keeping you snuggled at his side. Holding the bags in his left hand, his white nails sharply digged into his palm the more steps he took alongside you.

Making them cry? Such a big, big mistake. One thing was sure, Mammon wasn't about to let that one pass.

"But before that..." The hiss that escaped his throat went unnoticed by the two of you as your head rested against his shoulder.

"I'll have a few calls to make."

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loveislattes · 3 years

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1 + 10 = Dark and Primal (Predator/Prey) Kink

Summary: Exactly what the title says!

Warnings: Reader is gender-neutral but does own a vagina, primal kink roleplay, semi-public sex, dom/sub, squirting, multiple orgasms, and dirty talk. Ye have been warned!

A/N: This is the first fic drabble to come from the number prompt game!

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“Tell me something,” A deep, rich voice spoke suddenly, “What’s a darling thing like you doing out here, all alone, so late at night?”

Instantly your head whipped to the side, eyes narrowing to scrutinize the tree line for any sign of the stranger, but found nothing other than darkness in return. You were about ready to continue on your trek and blame it on the sleepless night when the intruder let out a rumbling chuckle, the noise echoing around you in every direction.

Hairs now standing on end, you clutched your bag tighter to your body and asked nervously, “Who-Who’s there?”

“Answer my question, and I’ll answer yours.”

Your lips suddenly felt too dry, the night too cold, the lamp posts too dim, as you belatedly realized that you’d not seen another person on this sidewalk for way too long. It was just you and this stranger.

“I-I’m just walk-walking,” you stammered pitifully.

Dread pooled in your gut and the sense of being utterly alone and helpless intensified egregiously as one by one all the lamp posts in your line of sight flickered out.

“Ooh fuck,” you whispered.

Finally, your self-preservation instinct kicked in and you took off running. It was a dark night, the moon a sliver in waning crescent and providing almost no light. Every slap of your shoes on the ground felt like a league farther from the man. Even as your heart pounded in your ears and your lungs burned with the taste of blood, you didn’t dare slow down. How far would you have to run? Did you dare take your chances hiding out in the woods?

As soon as hope started to rise, it was quickly dashed back down.

“You humans, so fragile.”

The whispered voice in your ear tore a frantic scream from your throat, fear locking up your legs, sending you tumbling forward. Of course you would fall! It wasn’t until he laughed, a smooth luscious sound, that you realized you were braced tight for an impact that hadn’t come.

“What the…”

When your eyes finally opened, you saw the concrete of the sidewalk uncomfortably close to your face but not touching. And then you were lifted. Darkness shrouded your view as arms tightened around your torso and brought you back to your own two feet. A cool gentle breath caressed the shell of your ear seconds before you felt the familiar shape of a nose against your neck.

“I’m giving you one last chance,” he huffed bemusedly, “Think fast but run faster, little fawn, for it will take all of your abilities to escape me.”

“W-Who are you?!” you gasped out.

As the darkness left your vision and the hands retracted from your sides, he purred almost imperceptibly, “I go by Dark, but you may call me sir.”

Then all at once, you were alone. You hesitantly looked around, eyes wide with fear.

“RUN!”

A fearsome screech of terror scratched your throat raw as you stumbled and took off as quickly as possible. You knew if you stayed on the paved path he’d only catch you just as easily as before. You had to chance the forest.

No matter how quiet you tried to be, it felt like every noise you made called out to him thricefold. Your breaths sounded like alarms in your ears and the forest floor cried out like little spies with every timid step you made.

“Oh little fawn, where might you be?”

“Shit,” you whispered in shock.

How were you ever to evade him? It was obvious he wasn’t human. There was no possible way a human could catch up to you without making noise, could track you so perfectly in a nearly pitch black forest. Of course there were also the insane reflexes, catching you so close to the ground, and his ability to speak clearly to you while being nowhere in sight.

Oh so slowly, you let your guard down as you shuffled carefully through the heavily wooded area and got lost in your thoughts; finding out what he was, felt as important as hiding from him. A soft noise of triumph escaped your lips as you spotted a rather large hollow in the base of a giant tree. Your eyes darted around one last time to make sure you didn’t see anyone before you ducked into the wood shelter.

Just as your back pressed up against the trunk, you heard a twig snap outside. The forest was uncannily quiet, no sound of animals nor wind to impede noises made by either you or him.

“A smart little thing you are, aren’t you?”

Your breath caught as fear slammed your heart into your ribcage like a drum. His voice was close, too close. Another crunch of branches and leaves drew your eyes to the right of your hollow. Even in the darkness of the woods, his black pants stood out against the greens and browns. Your assailant was wearing… suit pants? Despite the silliness of the situation, your nerves only increased as he crept closer and closer to you.

“Where are you?” he sang out lowly.

Hushed humming graced your ears delightfully as he passed you, hands clasped behind his back as if simply taking a nice stroll. You couldn’t control the way your stomach fluttered as the beautiful cadence of his voice filled the hollow. Someone so dangerous shouldn’t sound so inviting.

A quick rush of air released from your lungs as he continued on without incident and relief filled your veins. Head falling back, you let your eyes close and took deep slow breaths.

“It’s adorable that you think you’ve won, my little fawn.”

There wasn’t a word deep enough to describe the bone-chilling terror that flooded your body at the sound of his voice so close. Slowly your eyes fluttered open, only to discover a pair of legs standing in front of your only exit.

“Come out now, admit defeat, and I might even be gentle with you, darling,” he offered slyly.

“Fuck you,” you grit out.

Before you could second guess your actions, you bolted forward, right into his legs. While you were sure you didn't harm him, your actions surprised him enough to allow you the room to shove by. You had made it only a couple feet when hands were on you, one gripping your shoulder while the other pinched around the nape of your neck. A cry of shock and pain fled your lips as he shoved you face-first up against the nearest tree and pinned you with his body. Escape was looking more and more like a fool’s dream and yet you didn’t stop wiggling, trying your hardest to break free to no avail.

“Mmm, I do love it when my dinner puts up a fight, makes you smell all that more delectable,” he purred as his thigh slipped between yours, “And don’t fool yourself into believing I can’t smell just how aroused you are.”

Mortification burned up your face and you bit your lower lip hard to contain the distraught noise that threatened to break forth as he leaned into you. The pressure of his thigh served to further argue his point, your panties soaking up the slick between your thighs.

“P-Please,” you whispered shakily.

“Please what?” he mocked, “Please let you go? Now, you know I can’t do that, darling. I’m absolutely ravenous and you’re ripe for the taking.”

Teeth gently grazed the tender flesh of your throat and sent goosebumps across your flesh.

“It’s been so long since I’ve had such a sweet little human to play with,” he groaned quietly.

Fingers teased the sliver of skin poking from beneath your top, tracing the waistband of your shorts with languid little strokes; teeth mimicking the action against your neck.

“Don’t pretend you don’t want this, darling. I’ve smelled your interest since the instant you started to run,” he whispered, giving another gentle roll of his hips.

Before you could contain it, an excited little squeak escaped as you felt the hardening bulge grind against your ass.

“There it is. Give in to me,” Dark murmured, “I promise this will be an experience unlike any other.”

You didn’t dare give an answer. The words felt too wrong on your tongue despite the sudden urge in your body demanding an agreement. As terrifying as he was, there was something about his presence that intrigued you. It felt like there was a war going on in your head as you gingerly wiggled your hips back against him and tilted your head to the side, allowing him full access to your neck.

The moan he gave in return made your knees weak.

In one rough movement, you heard the tell-tale rip of your shorts being ruined and then your hips were lifted in the next.

“Ooh, look at the mess you’ve made of yourself, little fawn,” he cooed mockingly as a finger danced across your lips, “It will be all the easier to make you mine.”

That was your only warning before his cock was lined up against your cunt, thick head breeching every so slightly before he slammed in. Tears sprung up into your eyes and you buried your face harder against the bark as a pathetic cry warbled out. It was devastating and heavenly all at once. When he didn’t follow up immediately, you couldn't help but arch back into him.

“What a needy little thing you are,” he chuckled, “I’m going to have so much fun with you before I destroy you.”

Never in a thousand years did you think you’d find yourself in this position, being hunted down and fucked in the middle of the forest, and yet there wasn’t a place you’d rather be in that moment.

Dark’s pace was brutal, the position even more so. Every thrust of his cock rocked you up against the tree, bark scraping and digging at your skin. Every attempt to move back sunk him deeper inside you. It felt like a never ending sea of desire. It wasn’t long until you were begging for more, until the sting of the micro cuts on your skin was just another layer to the destructive pleasure coiling in your core.

“You want more? You want to come? Then touch yourself,” he ordered huskily, “Rub your clit and make yourself come on my cock while I claim you as mine.”

His meaning came through loud and clear. He intended to mark you in the most primitive of ways, in ways no one had before. You’d never let any other come inside you, too afraid of the risks.

“N-No, don’t-”

Fingers dug into your wrist and jerked your hand down between your cunt and the tree, forcing you where you wanted it most.

“It’s no use, darling, it’s too late,” he snickered, “You’re already in the lion’s den and there’s no escape. Not anymore. You belong to me now.”

You could feel his teeth bared a wicked smile against your skin before they clamped down around your throat. Pain exploded and pulsed through your veins with every beat of your racing heart, and yet it pervertedly only urged you faster. Your fingers shook under the duress of all the sensations assaulting your nerves but you worked them nonetheless, too lost to the desire.

His moan rumbled through your very being as you tightened uncontrollably around him, teetering just on the edge of bliss.

“Mine.”

That one word was spoken with such conviction and punctuated with absolute abandon, all sanity lost as you seemingly became a means to an end; a prey to claim and fill.

“Mine! All mine,” he snarled against your shoulder, “Give yourself to me, now!”

His hand came to cover yours and joined in the efforts, frantically abusing your sensitive nub until finally it all snapped.

“Ah f-fuck, D-Dark, oh my god!”

Your ruse slipped as his name spilled from your lips, but you couldn’t care less as everything coalesced with a vengeance. The pain, the pleasure, the emotions. It was all worth it as your pleasure drenched your thighs, a sob falling from your lips in debauched relief. Pulse after pulse of ecstasy rocked through your core as he fucked you through your first climax into another, and then another.

Stifled grunt and moans shifted gradually into full blown snarls of bliss as he threw your hands up against the tree, pinning both with one while his other arm wrapped around your waist and held you in place.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Shot after shot of hot cum filled your core, palpable with every throb of his cock, and you couldn’t resist melting back into him. With a final few thrusts, he released your hands only to pull you in close and hold you upright as he turned, putting himself between you and the tree as you both came down from the high.

“Holy hell,” you giggled, head tilting back to look up at him.

Dark gave a little chuckle and cupped your jaw, fingers digging into your cheeks and directing you up into a gentle kiss.

“I promised the full experience. Was anything too much?” he asked.

“Mm-mm. It was perfect,” you whispered.

As best as you could in the awkward position, you snuggled back into him and pulled his arms around you.

“You can hunt me any time you want,” you admitted cheekily.

#dark/reader #primal kink #predator/prey #kink prompt #smut #fanfic

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favoniuscodex · 3 years

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eye for an ice [ kaeya x reader ]

prompt: “what could have possibly inclined you to fight a regisvine by yourself?” w/ kaeya for my 2.5k follower event! pairing: kaeya x gn!reader warnings: mentions of major and minor injuries, hospitals, use of painkillers. despite these warnings, major fluff. words: ~0.8k words a/n: ignore the pun title just gonna go through the prompt list 1 by 1 now !!! might SLIGHTLY alter the order depending on if multiples of the same character are in a row. VERY strong reader voice in this one and it’s pretty dialogue-heavy near the end.

it doesn’t take a genius to tell that kaeya is mad.

here you are, laying in an infirmary bed in the back of the cathedral, and your wonderfully gorgeous and undeniably hot boyfriend is mad at you. he should be doting over you, like the royalty you are, but instead he’s just seething at you for absolutely no reason whatsoever like the butthead he is. granted, you did kind of hit your head hard, so if there is a genuine reason kaeya should be mad at you, you can’t remember, therefore it doesn’t count, right?

you wiggle your fingers, unable to move your arm far due to some weird hydro sensor barbara had hooked you up to. despite his seething, kaeya petulantly claps his hand over yours before holding it tightly.

dumb jerkface, looking even sexier when he’s mad at me, you curse your boyfriend quietly to yourself and when he finally looks up from your hand, he glowers at you once more. in a completely appropriate adult response, you stick your tongue out at him. in return, kaeya simply lets out a sigh.

wait. your thoughts still as you realize he isn’t smiling back. how badly did i mes-

“(y/n).” kaeya’s voice is as cold as the ice he uses, your name dropping from his lips like a heavy weight clattering in your mind. ah. your actual name. no sweet endearments for you, like darling or love or sweetheart. just (y/n). maybe you really were in deep shit. if you are in deep shit, at least you have good eye candy.

“what could have possibly inclined you to fight a regisvine by yourself?” kaeya asks, voice stern and filled with admonishment.

man. that tone is hot. you think. hope he doesn’t talk to his subordinates that way because, barbatos, the things i would do to hear that voice all the ti-

“hey.” kaeya’s voice and him waving a hand in front of your face snaps you out of your rather pleasant reverie of kaeya using that voice in other, completely innocuous life events. of course. completely innocuous events only. “i asked a question.”

“sorry,” you giggle. “i was distracted by your uniform, you should change. girls shouldn’t wear outfits like that, they’ll just distract the class.”

kaeya glances down at his uniform, as if somehow forgetting he had the biggest chest window of the entire knights of favonius within his uniform. he sighs before leaning back in his chair, hand falling from yours.

“i don’t know why i thought this would be a productive conversation,” kaeya pinches the bridge of his nose, muttering to himself. “they gave you too many painkillers for you to be coherent.”

“pain? i don’t have any pain. i could fight the world. or that regisvine!” you cry out enthusiastically and finally, finally you see the corner of kaeya’s lips twitch, if only to harden back into his resolved expression. of course he didn’t want to laugh, he was too busy doing his best diluc impression of brooding quietly to himself.

“you couldn’t even fight that regisvine with full motor function,” kaeya breaks the news and you feel utterly devastated. “diluc had to save you.”

you sit in silence for a few moments, staring off into space in confusion. “w... why was diluc at the cryo regisvine?”

for once, kaeya’s composure breaks and he lets out a soft chuckle, amused by such a simple question.

“why is diluc anywhere?” kaeya tosses back gently. you giggle far too much at his teasing tone and flash him a wide-toothed grin as he, after what seemed like eons, drops the ‘waa waa i’m a tough concerned boyfriend’ composure he was so keen on holding.

kaeya’s too sexy to be a bitch for too long, you think to yourself, but upon kaeya bursting out into laughter, you realize you had spoken such words. before the sheer mortification can set in, you decide to change the subject.

“to answer your question,” you respond. “i needed some of those hoarfrost things, i don’t know, the ice things. the seeds from it. got bored of waiting for people and i’m strong as fuuuuck so i decided to fight it myself.”

kaeya looks at you, a toothy grin having settled onto his features. it looks strained, as if he’s forcing it. you finally realize he is as he speaks his next words.

“darling, i love you, but if you do something that dumb again, i’ll fight you myself.”

for some reason, you don’t think he’s bluffing.

#kaeya x reader #genshin impact x reader #kaeya #genshin impact #axia's 2.5k follower event #sorry i messed up the read more at first lol

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pairing. husband! jeong jaehyun ✗ fem! reader

genre. fluff (!!), humor, domestic au, parent au, non idol au

warnings. y’all i’m so devastated that the father of my future child won’t be someone like jaehyun in this blurb :( heart been broke so many times

author’s note. this is the final installation of my timestamp mini-series! thank you all for reading and liking this! until next time <3

“Minho?” you called out.

The boy in question looks up to you with beady eyes, lips pursed from his mouth full of cereal. You chuckle at his silly demeanor and went to grab a napkin to wipe off the leftovers that stayed glued to his face. “Are you that hungry, baby? Did you eat anything for dinner last night?”

He swallows the remaining cereal in his mouth before answering you, proper etiquette he learned from you. “I did! Daddy cooked us some pasta last night,” he nods enthusiastically. There’s an excited look shining through his eyes, “It was really yummy, mommy!”

Just earlier, the 4-year-old boy woke up from his slumber after not feeling your presence in bed, confused as to where his mother could have gone. After walking out of yours and Jaehyun’s shared bedroom, careful to not wake up his father and twin sister in bed, he found you in the kitchen preparing breakfast. The delightful scent wafted through the air, waking up his tired eyes almost immediately. His two little feet brought him running to your legs, giggles filling in the spaces as his arms wrapped around your knee, hugging you with so much love that it melted your drowsiness away.

You tuck some strands away from his forehead, fingers weaving through his soft locks. “Yes, daddy does cook some really good food, huh?” You smile at your son, “Can you go wake up daddy and Minji for mommy, please? It’s time for us to have breakfast.”

With a nod, he runs back into the bathroom, not minding the tumbling sounds he’s making from his little rumbling steps. He barges into the bedroom and sees his father and sister still snoozing the morning away, both of their jaws slacked slightly open. Minji’s head rests against Jaehyun’s forearm, her limbs spread out like a starfish. Meanwhile the latter had his free arm laying across his blanket-covered abdomen, body aligned straight as a soldier’s.

Minho lets out a giggle before climbing onto the bed, his dimples poking through, a trait he inherited from his father. He shakes his sister’s shoulders, “Minji! Wake up! Mommy says it’s time for breakfast!” But she only mumbles incoherently, absentmindedly swatting away his pestering hands. He reaches over to his father and shakes him instead after gaining an unfavorable outcome from her. “Daddy! Mommy said to wake up! We have to eat breakfast now!”

Fortunately for him, Jaehyun was actually more responsive than the latter as he slowly opens his eyes, groggily groaning awake from his son’s spirited voice. However, he closes his eyes back to sleep, counting sheep in his dreams. Minho wouldn’t take that as an answer, so he proceeds to stand up in bed and start jumping, careful to not step on them in the process. “Wake up! Wake up! If we don’t eat breakfast, we don’t go to Disney!” And just from the word ‘Disney’, Minji almost instantaneously rises up from her father’s arm, head perked up.

“Disney? Did you say we’re going to Disney?”

Minho stops his jumping and plops down on the bed in front of her. He nods exuberantly, “Mhm! Mommy and daddy said yesterday that we are going to Disney today. That’s why we have to eat our food before we can go!”

Minji cheers gleefully to his words, her own set of dimples poking in her cheeks. And so, she assists her brother in waking their father up, jumping up and down on the bed in unison to cause more havoc to Jaehyun’s sleep.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy!”

“Wake up, wake up!”

“Mommy said it’s time to eat!”

“Mommy said she won’t love you anymore if you don’t wake up!”

After hearing the last statement, he instantly lifts his head, an eyebrow raised. “Who said mommy won’t love me anymore? Hm?” he jokingly challenges. The twins stop their ministrations and, to avoid the blame, point at each other, a fit of giggles after doing so.

“He did!”

“She did!”

He sits up from his position which prompted both of the twins to quickly dash off the bed, squeals and laughter resonating the halls of their humble adobe as they run off to safety they call their mother. He rolls his eyes before plopping back in bed.

“Have kids, they said,” he mumbles. “It’ll be fun, they said,” and yet, there’s a smile on his face that he can’t seem to wipe off. As much as how much of a headache they can be, he wouldn’t trade it for the world. He would do anything to keep his family safe and happy, even if he has to sacrifice hours of his peaceful sleep for it.

While he slowly strips the sleep out of his system in the bedroom, the kitchen was booming with sounds and chatters, plates and utensils clinking and clanking one another as you set up the table. As you were plating your children’s plates with delicious goods, you felt an arm wrapping around your figure, one that enveloped you in love and care.

You turn your head to see Jaehyun resting his chin on your shoulder, a sweet smile dressing his lips and you inhaled in his scent. “Good morning, my love.”

You let out a laugh, “Good morning to you too, my sleepyhead.”

“Hey, not my fault the kids wouldn’t let me sleep last night.”

“That’s because you let them have ice cream late after having their dinner,” you reasoned, waving a finger at him. “You know that’s a no-no in the Jung household. No late desserts after dinner.”

He playfully snorts to your words and mumbles under his breath, “But I wanted some ice cream too..”

After you all have a boisterous breakfast together, the kids are off to the bathrooms to brush their teeth and washing up for the day. Jaehyun took the initiative in washing the dishes in return for you prepping their meal. While he did that, you walk into the bedroom and start grabbing clothes for the twins to wear to Disneyland as you and Jaehyun promised them. The twins finally returned from the bathroom and waits for your command, visibly thrilled that they will be going to the happiest place on earth.

You got both of them dressed up and that is when your husband returns from his dishwashing duty and he starts getting dressed with you. After getting ready for the day, Jaehyun wraps his arms around your torso again, this time from your front.

He grins to you, “Remember when we were younger, you didn’t want to get married to me?”

You raise an eyebrow to the latter, “What are you talking about? You’ve only proposed to me once and that was on New Year’s.”

He shakes his head, “No, I proposed to you before that.”

“When?”

“Remember when I joked about you borrowing my last name?”

You searched through your memories to clue in on his insinuation but you were hit with a blank. You shake your head, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

He gives you a narrowed look, “I asked you if I could borrow my grey hoodie at the time.”

“Wait, you were actually proposing to me at the time?” You’re gawking at him, finally remembering the incident he was referring to. While you tend to forget a lot of the conversations you have with him, you could remember every occurrence of him asking to borrow his clothes. Our clothes, you would correct him. Funny how back then in college, you were nowhere close to getting married to him, too afraid of what the future holds. Now here you are, happily married to the love of your life with wonderful twins you’re proud to call your own.

He shrugs his shoulders, “I mean, I was joking, but I wouldn’t mind if you actually said yes back then.” He grins again, “I have been wanting to marry you for quite some time.”

Smiling, you wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to give him a soft peck on his lips. There’s a look of tender in his eyes, and you knew yours had the same look too. “Well, I’m all yours now. No more borrows and returns now.” You both rest your foreheads against each other. “Everything is exactly where we want it to be, my love.”

“Can I still borrow my brown cardigan that you stole from me last week?”

“Absolutely not.”

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