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lyyhyuck · 9 days

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fluff; bestfriend!haechan x reader, words: 565.

🎧 chasing cars - snow patrol and there is a light that never goes out - the smiths

“every time i’m here, i get jealous of your blanket. seriously what material is this? its crazy how its so soft. i’ve never had bed sheets this soft”, your best friend, haechan, said, truly sounding amazed. you looked over and saw that he completely buried himself in your blanket, only his head sticking out.

it made you laugh lightly, but you didn’t answer. you focused on your homework while haechan just enjoyed doing nothing and lying around. the room was filled with the smell of tea. your cup freshly refilled and hot, while haechan‘s cup was only half full and already cold, standing on your night stand.

“and im jealous of you because you can lay there stress-free”, you replied, but facing him with your back since you’re sitting at your desk. he watched you doing your assignment for a minute or two, not wanting to interrupt you because he knew you get the most amount of stuff done when you’re in a ‘flow’ like now.

you apologized to your best friend for having to work first and put on headphones and finished your work in about thirty minutes. when you turned around on your desk chair, you see haechan has dozed off. a soft smile spread on your lips and you decided to let him nap for a while. you packed your bag for the next day, then grabbed your phone and made yourself comfortable on the space that was left of your bed, being careful not to wake him up.

another twenty minutes passed before haechan woke up, stretching and yawning. “rise and shine!” you greeted him. he laughed quietly, “shut up”.

“i’d really like to have my bed back”, you said. “too bad it’s mine now”, hyuck sticked out his tongue at you. you shrugged, “not like we haven’t shared a bed before”, and lifted up the blanket to get under it too. “hey, move!”, you told haechan, who just stared at you at first but then did move. you snuggled into your sheets, which were indeed very cozy - haechan did not exaggerate this time - and didn’t even notice how your best friend tensed up next to you.

“sorry”, you mumbled, “you probably expected a more exciting hang out than this.”

“no”, haechan said, “i knew what i signed up for when i texted this morning.”

you had to laugh, “why would you want to hang out here when i would be busy studying? are my sheets really that great?” haechan smiled “well yeah they are great. but-“, he paused, “i just wanted to spend time with you”. your heart melted at the way he looked at you. the moment suddenly felt very intimate.

your body acted before you could think and you snuggled into haechans side. he wrapped his arms around you and rested his head on top of yours.

the room fell quiet for a while and you just enjoyed the moment, butterflys dancing around in your stomach.

“you know”, you hesitantly said, “i just wanted to spend time with you, too.” haechan kissed the crown of your head then. immediately, your cheeks turned red but you turned around to look him in the eyes nonetheless. you grinned, “i would always choose your company over anything even if it means that i study while you sleep”.

haechan kissed you.

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osamusriceballs · 2 months

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The Accident - Final Part

Atsumu x fem Reader

Warnings: Smut

Words: ~ 2,1 k

About: Not much to say- enjoy the ending! <3

Part I II -> Epilogue

"Y/n!"

He smiles and waves when he spots you, his expression soft and excited as he jogs towards you, passing the court in an instant. You notice Sakusa and Hinata on the field too, waving in your direction, and you hear Bokuto calling your name. You return the greeting and wave at him too with a smile.

Atsumu comes to a stop when he finally reaches you, his hands immediately finding your hips and pulling you close. "What's my wifey doing here?" He leans down to peck your lips, his excitement barely concealed.

"I thought you could use some moral support. And maybe some food." You shyly smile and raise the bag in your hand just a little, the Onigiri Miya logo evident on it. "I asked Samu to make something that works with your diet. And I got a dessert for you, the one from the cafe we visited last time." He looks at you softly, his hands still holding your hips tightly, not the slightest bit embarrassed about showing his affection in front of his teammates.

"Thank you. I appreciate that. Yer always so good to me." You blush at his words, trying to wave it off, but he pulls you closer and kisses you again, his lips now firmly pressing against yours. You easily give in, your free hand resting on his biceps, feeling the smooth and hot skin under your fingers, not caring about the fact that he is slightly sweaty by now. The faint sounds of volleyballs meeting the ground are drowned out by the sound of your heartbeat, and a soft gasp escapes your lips when he ever so lightly brushes his tongue against yours. You pull back, clearly flustered, and he grins at your state. "Wanna come over tonight?" You nod with a smile, and he pecks your lips one last time before letting you go.

"Can't wait, wifey."

xxx

"Tsumu!"

You yell, eyes only on him when he is about to serve. You're fully convinced that he can't hear you in the crowd, yet his eyes still flicker to your direction for a second before he focuses on the ball again, the red uniform a stark contrast to his bright hair.

He looks amazing. He's so focused on the game, you can see it in his eyes. This is the final moment of the game—if they manage to score one more point, the game will be over. You can see the pressure on him in his posture, and you can't help but want to hug him and make him feel more at ease.

He's serving, flawlessly as always, and you hold your breath when the other team receives his mean serve—and you find your heart skipping a beat when it's not Atsumu setting the ball after a fast attack from the other team, but rather Kageyama setting the ball and Atsumu attacking—surprisingly, even though you know that he does decent in every position. And you almost cry when his attack scores the final point, and he yells loudly and raises his arm triumphantly. You hug Yachi, who almost had a heart attack during the intense game, and you look up surprised when you see Atsumu staring at you happily and ignoring the cameras and media to come to you.

You're absolutely flabbergasted when he simply hugs you and slightly lifts you off the ground, grabbing your face almost too harshly before he kisses you in front of everyone. You're frozen, the noises of cameras clicking and yelling people almost overwhelming, but you somehow feel safe in his arms, so you just return the kiss and hug him tight too. He still beams from excitement when he pulls back, and you can't help but smile softly before you gently push some strands out of his face. "Congratulations. You did amazing." He smiles even brighter at your words, and you laugh breathlessly.

"Did it all for you. And for Japan. But for you too." He laughs, his chest still heaving heavily, and you can't help but smile softly. "I'm honored. And Japan too."

You press a last longing kiss to his lips and then you slowly let him go. "Now go—you need to get your medal or something. You're a world champion. I'll meet you after that, and we can celebrate." You smile gently, and he laughs happily. "Sure, wifey. I'll get my real reward later." His smile turns smug, and you blush feverishly. "S-sure," you whisper, flustered by his comment and avoid looking at his eyes.

"My real prize."

xxx

"Y/n?"

"Hmm?" you slightly raise your head, just enough to look at his face. You're comfortably cuddled against his chest, a thin blanket thrown over you both while you watch an animated fireplace and listen to slow music. His utterly relaxed expression is slightly crowded with unease, as if he has something on his mind.

"I was thinking... if you maybe wanna to store some clothes here. Like permanently. I made some space in my closet for you. Not like I want ya to move in already, I know most couples wait- but- just saying. There's space. Technically."

You raise your eyebrows, your eyes wide open, and he clears his throat awkwardly. The way he seems so shy and insecure about it—a state that you have never seen on him before. It warms your heart when you think about how nervous he is to ask just this, but it also fills you with excitement and makes your heart flutter.

"So... you wouldn't want me to move in?" You say while you try to suppress your teasing smile and try to seem as serious as you can. You feel his body tensing under your fingers, and his arm that had been loosely caressing your bare lower back under your shirt freezes.

"I didn't say that." He stretches the syllables while he seems to be in an inner conflict. "I just meant that ya might get uncomfortable if you're already moving in. It's only been a few months, I know that most couples wait a bit longer with that." He looks down at you, his tone showing his serious curiosity. "Are you not against moving in?"

You pause, taken aback by the statement, and proceed to think about it. You know that moving in together is a big step- but on the other hand, you both have been married for quite some time. And being together with Atsumu just feels so right—you really don't mind moving in after seven months.

"I'm... not against it, to be honest. It's unconventional, but we're kinda already married, so I think it's fine to skip some steps. here." A deep relieved sigh leaves his lips, and you feel his posture relaxing once again. "Sounds good. I got ya a key on the counter, we can move your stuff gradually, if you want to? But I made a lot of space in my closet actually, you might wanna go shopping to fill it. My treat of course."

You look at him wide-eyed. "You already have a key for me ready?"

He looks away with a faint blush on his cheeks, his hand absently caressing your back again, but now more relaxed while his lips curl into a triumphant grin.

"Maybe."

xxx

"Y/n?"

"Hmm?" You turn towards him and see a letter in his hands.

"That's um..." he clears his throat, his eyes looking anywhere but your direction. "It's from our lawyer. It's about the divorce. The year is over."

You freeze, carefully making your expression neutral while you wait for him to continue.

"It's um... we can—ya know. Wait a bit. I mean—you're busy with work and I'm also busy with Samu's new shop. We can maybe wait just a bit longer. If you want to. No pressure."

And you finally smile when you reach for his shirt and pull him down to press a kiss on his lips.

"Sounds good."

xxx

Tsumu—"

You look up at him in the mirror with pleading eyes, his hand tightly wrapped around your throat.

"Now come on. Tell me, what ya want me to do?" He grins teasingly, knowing fully well that you can't speak with his hand now firmly wrapped around your throat. You manage to gasp his name, and he raises an eyebrow. "What was that? Didn't hear ya, sweetheart. Might wanna try harder here."

You avert your gaze, overwhelmed by the intensity of it and arch your back slightly against him, offering him your neck submissively. A groan leaves his lips and his eyes soften at the sight of you. "So pretty for me. Always so good." He tilts your face and kisses you, the grip around your neck loosening and his free hand wandering to your chest, gently squeezing your body.

His lips are glued to yours, the kiss starting out softly, but quickly turning into a messy clashing of lips melding together and tongues grazing against each other. It's hot, so, so hot when his hand stops palming your chest and moves further down your stomach, causing you to gasp and whine against his lips as you tense under his touch until his hand stops between your legs. He doesn't stop the kiss, instead keeping one hand loosely around your neck while the palm of the other hand cups your pussy and presses against it. Your hips buck into his touch and you break the kiss embarrassedly after a lewd needy sound escapes your lips.

"What was that?" He asks, a bit breathlessly, but his lips curl into a smug grin. "Gettin' shy on me? You know that I love those pretty sounds. Especially when I do—this—" Two of his fingers push inside of you with no further warning and your body almost bends over at the feeling, but his hand quickly moves from your neck around your upper body to press you tightly against him. "Uh-uh, pretty wifey. Not escaping yer husband. I need to fulfill my duties after all, right? Satisfy my wife and all that. Look at ya, how you enjoy that, huh?" He slowly pumps his fingers in and out of you, the squelching sound making you whine embarrassedly, yet it feels so good that your eyes flutter closed and your mouth stays agape. He brings you to your high like this and holds you when you tense around his fingers, clenching tightly around him like a vice, his name leaving your lips breathlessly.

"Tsumu—" you whisper, your voice hoarse, but your body feeling so good and satisfied, and he softly pulls his fingers out with a lewd sound. "Oh, love, you made such a mess, huh?" He looks at his fingers with a grin and then down to your pussy, his tongue quickly coming out to lick his lips.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of ya."

xxx

"Tsumu—do we have to go out? We could also relax at home. Watch that movie maybe. Or... do different things." You smile a bit shyly as you hug his arm and press your chest against his biceps in a way that you hope is seductive.

He freezes for a second and then shakes his head. "As tempting as that offer is, we have plans. Or I have made plans. For us." He wraps his arm around your waist and directs you towards a building—that looks suspiciously familiar to you. "Tsumu— is that—no way! Why are we here?" Your eyes grow even bigger when you recognize the building, but he ignores your comment and simply pushes you forward. "C'mon, we have an appointment—and you need to get ready," he grins, but you can see a faint hint of nervousness in his eyes when he opens the door and reveals the club where you had met during your first day. Your jaw drops when you see the decorations—all in a classical wedding style, like the pictures you often like on Pinterest. "Tsumu—don't tell me—"

"Y/n." You hear his voice firmly, and you look at him, who suddenly lets go of you and looks at you a bit mischievously before he smoothly sinks down to one knee.

"I can't remember the first time I did this, but I promise, I won't forget this time. I wanna do everything right, Y/n. Marry you properly, be your husband and care for you."

You look at him, feeling tears dwell in your eyes when you realize how he has spent the last few weeks preparing this—and you bite your lip to avoid a sob when he pulls out a ring—similar to the one he had given you last time, yet even more beautiful.

"Will ya marry me?

xxx

A/n: Thank you so much for following this series! I'll make an epilogue about the night they met around next week-ish! But after that, that's it for the series! I hope you enjoyed and stay tuned for the next one! <3

#haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu x reader #atsumu #atsumu smut #atsumu x reader #hope you enjoyed <3 #I'm sorry for the belated post #But here you go #it's a bittersweet experience to end such a project #but I'm happy to start a new one #I'll rewrite an old series of mine #a love triangle with Atsumu and Suna #and tbh #i still haven't decided about the ending #It will come to me as I reread it and continue writing it!#anyways!#love you! <3 #and I hope you'll stay tuned ! <3

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visionsofmagic · 1 year

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red hood/jason todd x black widow!reader

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🍓 summary: the enemy of yours, jason for sure was annoying as hell but there was something that pull you two together and he knew this damn well.

🍓 wc: 2.4k

🍓 warnings&tags: fluff, flirting, sarcastic!jason, kissing, cursing, teasing, touching, enemies to lovers, hidden feelings, confession [kinda]

🍓 author's note: so, this was a request from an anon but I assume they were @chaoticsomeone, and it took me long to write but finally, I did it! hope you enjoy; both anon and you all! ^^

jason was so annoying, you should give him that. but for some reasons, he seemed more annoying than ever and no, it wasn't because of you started to feel any emotion towards him which he wouldn't notice due to hiding them in deep down but hiding was hard to endure since you wanted to kiss him right before the mission, during the mission and especially, after it.

it wasn't usual of you to have feelings for an enemy but he was different. he felt different. you were still trying to decide whether the tension between you caused this or not. however, you couldn't think about its reasons. you just tried to focus on only to report the mission to the batman who was in touch you throughout it.

knowing jason's past was a peck, indeed, even if you never talked about it 'till he did. you respect him even though he was your enemy. you remembered what alfred told you about your relationship with jason, seeing it like the bond cat woman and the batman shared.

you didn't know their true identities but encouraging some of their missions together with some bat-fam members, jason right beside you, you saw the high tension and pull they both shared. it somehow seemed so - familiar. maybe alfred was right after all and tonight, you felt his rightness at the highest level, especially when jason put a smirk on his face after you looked at him shamelessly for a while as you realized in the last moment before turning to sky above you with a blushed face.

"don't give me that smirk." you said, rolling your eyes for calming yourself down because you knew jason's sensitive hearing abilities, probably could hear your heart beats which were running fast.

"what smirk?" he sounded like he didn't know what you were talking about but from the corner of your eyes, you saw how his smirk grew as he put his palms on the ground he was sitting on, leaning towards them and opening his thick thighs wider. his red mask were standing on the ground beside him and you could see his dark black hair fly with the power of night's wind.

he was more than attractive and you always thought about it whenever you saw him. it was like a natural habit of yours to think about jason all the time. you knew it was a habit of a lover than an enemy but you couldn't face with it since you believed you would become worse if you did.

"and what was with that girl back there?" you asked out of sudden. even though it wasn't intentional in the first place, you tried to act cool, reducing rising jealousy and curiosity on your system because of that unknown girl you saw in the mission field. she happened to be familiar with jason, knowing him from past. she didn't look like an ally or enemy but for sure, she was clingy towards jason, touching him freely from here to there, putting some kisses to his masked face, calling him pretty boy and acting like he owned her. it made your blood boil with pure rage, because of both dislike how the girl touched jason and not being able to do the same.

it was sad seeing how easy for another one to do what you wanted to do for such a long time.

"cherish?" he questioned, looking not interested in the topic but still answering your question, "she helped me in the past while tracking down someone."

"oh, so she's an ally?" you asked in a low tone, not looking at his eyes.

"kinda." jason said, looking at the sky as he threw his head. "why?" he questioned after a certain silence, taking your blurry mind back to him.

shrugging, you said, "just curious."

"I didn't know my fellas seemed interesting for you."

"they didn't but it's just – " you stopped talking, not wanting to give away your little secret of love him this easily. "I assume you only got me as an enemy fella who can be this close to you."

"this close?" he questioned, wanting you to be more open with that statement as he knelt down towards you, getting closer with each second 'till you chuckled nervously. he began to act a little odd out of nowhere and it was making you nervous, not being able to say what's on your mind completely.

"I mean look at us," you said, pointing to him and you after getting up and walking on the rooftop. "they see us as enemies. we should try to kill each other, not watching sunrise together. shouldn't we?" you asked to him because deep down, you wanted him to say a negative answer. love was like a fire under the skin but when it came to you, you liked the feeling that fire was giving. it was effect of jason on you after all.

what you were doing as a black widow included a great number of dangerous events, but, being in love with jason could be the most dangerous one which continues inside and outside a mission; a lifetime danger.

therefore, you chose to hide it for as long as you can. however, it looked like tonight was the end of it, you realized when jason asked "and what about 'u?" instead of answering the question after taking some time, looking at his hands.

as his eyes connected with yours, you forgot to breathe. the expression he had on his attractive face was unreadable and you had to try hard to understand meaning of his gazes. finally, you acknowledged some curiosity and sadness on them.

confused as ever, you thought loudly. "what about me?"

he shook his head, making his black hair move freely, looking hot like he was in a hair advertising scene.

"what do you think about this – " he stopped for a second, gathering enough strength to say what he is going to say aloud. "our relationship?"

your mind spent a quite time to comprehend what jason told about your relationship; calling it ‘our’. tonight, he was more open than ever and he didn’t help you even at slightest, instead, giving a headache while thinking about what to say – truth or just a tease.

if jason had a magic on you, you could believe with entire soul of yours. if he, now, told you he was joking, you would just laugh and get over with it. but none, jason did none of them. on contrary to these options your mind were thinking as likely events would take place from now on, he got up, not waiting for your answer. he took a few steps towards you, slowly but heavy. with each step, you took deep breaths, trying to find a way out from this because not knowing his intentions, you felt fear – fear of not being able to hold yourself and kiss him right here.

“jason –“ you tried to say, “I –“ the power you were holding was not working when you were alone with him. you knew this well but you couldn’t wait to spend more time after every mission you did together. beside them, there would a few occasions in which you two could get together. however, except some flirting, explicit comments and teasing, there wasn’t anything serious in these events you two shared. yes, there were moments you believed you and jason were pulling to each other with a ghost rope between your bodies and maybe, this night, it wouldn’t be a ghost or invisible rope. you were scared of this – scared of crashing a cold chest.

as fear began to rise inside enough to make scarecrow smell of it if he weren’t in arkham, jason spoke again, giving you something to hold to breathe and act properly.

he was both weakness and strength of you.

“didn’t answered my question.” he marked, and you gulped. trying to act confident and fearless, you shrugged.

“and I will not answer it ‘till you say what is the meaning of such question.” it was best option to gain more time. however, when jason smirked, you knew it didn’t work on him – not after he knew so much about you.

“there, there, acting like knowing nothing.” jason crossed his arms together, looking damn tall as he left just inches between his well built chest covered with a black silky suit and yours which was exposed a little, showing collarbone to eyes.

“you know I know so much.”

“except the meaning of the question, apparently.”

furrowing, you said while crossing your arms, copy him. “I can’t understand it if you have a closed mouth like that. you could ask it,” you showed your forefinger, “one, just to tease,” you added another finger, “two, getting a new information from me to keep it ‘till you will have a chance to hit me with it.” you added a last one, “three, maybe curiosity got its best out of you, huh?”

he shook his head, not impressed at the options, instead, looking bothered with them. “oh yeah, you are definitely clever as they said. sure.”

he turned to other side, going to pick up his mask as you realized how he used a dry sarcasm right there.

when that fact hit you, you felt anger. he was the one with a dumb brain not you. you weren’t the one talking like a close box, no, he was.

with that anger, you held his shoulder after he got his mask on his hands. squeezing the flesh under your palm that was full of muscles enough to make your mind go crazy once again, you said in pure annoyance, “what is wrong with you? you are asking odd questions and wait for me to understand the meaning of it right away with that unreadable expression of yours.” he looked at you and you felt confident than before, gladly, so, you added, “if you wanna say something, say it. and if you don’t, just leave it. don’t play with me.”

he turned to you when your hand on his shoulder stayed same, staring to your face with dark green eyes of his you loved to look at under every light or darkness because in every damn moment, his eyes were beautiful, taking breath away from your lungs and tonight, it was no different – maybe, it was more powerful even, not only taking breath but mind from you.

what was the time? where were you? why you were waiting in here? – they all seemed become silent each passing second as you kept looking at his eyes.

then, finally, he said, “you are the one who is playing with me.” to strengthen his words – to make it clear this time, he found your free hand, taking it as your breathes pitched, putting it right on his chest – where his heart rested.

without thinking twice, you closed your eyes, obeying what he wanted with simple gesture – you knew him well, not waiting for him to say what he wanted you to do.

the moment you closed your eyes, his heart’s beats began to flow from his chest to your hand, and to your heart from there – it was fast, so fast. it wasn’t because of any physical movement, no, it was all because of – you.

in the end, you found enough energy to open your eyes, looking at his dark green ones, and without putting any second to think about it, you just raised on your tiptoes, reaching his lips and kissing him – the thing your whole body pushed you to do, desired the most and when your lips touched to each other – as his mask hit the ground underneath your foot with a loud pump sound – as both of his hands found your waist, pushing it to his chest more, making your bodies crush into each other with raising heats from them.

your hands found his neck, hugging him tightly, a hand began to flow into his dark black hair, feeling his heart under yours.

the gotham city was so noisy in nights due to lots of different reasons but tonight – tonight, it was the quietest because your mind rejected it completely – it rejected the whole world, only to focus on just him – that fucking jason todd whose lips were kissing yours like it was the last thing he could get a taste of.

then, when he decided he couldn’t get enough, his hands found your ass, holding them to make your body jump higher, getting between his arms, hugging him stronger for avoiding any falling ‘till he made his way into a higher point in the rooftop on which you could sit.

placing your body on the nearest point, he left your messy lips for a second, looking at you from head to toe – a complete mess totally because of him, he smirked proudly, tilting his head a little to kiss the corner of your lips.

“well, not so dumb after all.”

rolling your eyes, you punched his shoulder gently, but smiling widely. indeed, you understood what he meant to refer with that question in the end; getting that hidden feeling out of you which were mutual. you could think he was playing with you but he wasn’t that guy – jason had a pure heart under that chest even though he wasn’t believing to have it on his own, however, you saw it and you believed him – you believed jason so much that you let him kiss you once again, hungrier and rougher this time, but still, giving away his true feeling within it as he hugged you from back, making your back arch, chest touch his, hands on his shoulders.

between kisses – lots of kisses you shared that night, you told him the answer of his question and so much more, finally getting chance to open your heart to him without fearing anything. and jason listened you carefully – closely. he didn’t say how much he loved you in return aloud, instead, he chose to use his lips, hands, and eyes with his entire body to show how he cared for you – how you meant like a lover rather than just an enemy. you took all of what he gave you gladly and from that night, a new journey in your relationship began.

maybe alfred was right; you two were like cat woman and batman. even though it looked like it, deep down, you believed it would become more with hope. you didn’t want jason stop kissing you, teasing you while flirting openly, touching you from here to there freely and letting you do the same to him, looking so happy with a simple look into your eyes.

love was dangerous path and you began to walk on it while holding jason’s hand with pleasure.

the end. 🍓

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typewriter-worries · 1 year

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happy escapril; here's a very old poem <3

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You’re not used to it.

You’re not used to having them want to know more about you; your pleasures, your pains, your intimacies, your vulnerabilities.

No, what you’re used to is your heartache being treated as bargaining chip; regretful feelings treated as this for that.

What you’re used to, is the trauma that has manifested itself inside of you being seen as currency; a way to pay for a pound of their flesh.

You soon find out that a pound of their flesh holds no weight. It’s a transaction that fails to go through; a purchase that never takes. One that was never meant to. The coppery taste of the blood in your mouth revels in a sense of irony.

What you’re used to is having that trauma rooted deep inside you disperse itself; a catalyst for an emotional transaction one after another. You scratch their back, they carve another tally mark into your chest.

What you’re not used to, is that same part of you, that god awful painful part of you; to be a story. A story of your pleasures, your pains, your intimacies, your vulnerabilities. It’s a story because it’s easier to digest that way; once the words have left your lips they’re a thing of the past, a regretful feeling.

To you, it’s just another anecdote that you choose to that occasionally masquerade as small talk; because there’s nothing to come of this. It’s a matter of time before the withdrawal begins again.

No to you, it’s no more than that; just a casual string of words to tell the next person; to tease the idea of beginning again. Your stories have collected interest but it’s too soon to cash out.

You consider giving the new person a formality. Telling them it’s just a matter of time before they’re just another added anecdote; another casual string of words to tell the next person. Perhaps the warning will be seen as fair.

But no, this time; this time, you’re sharing stories. Stories about your pleasures, their pains, your intimacies, their vulnerabilities. You’re not used to this.

Your anecdote, it’s now a flicker of the past. A string of words that they can begin to use to start tying the scattered pieces of you back together again.

You could get used to this.

#this is one of the first poems i wrote for a poetry book that'll probably never be published lmao #hope you enjoyed <3 #my writing #poetry #my poetry #original poetry #spilled ink #spilled words #black poets on tumblr #dark academia #classic academia

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iamallyetnotatall · 4 months

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Secret Santa <3

Here is my 2023 Conspireshipping secret santa gift!

Find everything here: @super-secret-conspiracy My lovely giftee: @mainstream-deviant

They requested anything happy/fluffy with our sweet blorbo Ryou <3 I chose Deathshipping because they're my precious boys. I started with SFW cute/fluffy stuff and because I saw you were okay with Mature, I added in a spicy scene for funzies!

I got a teeny bit carried away this this, but I had so much fun with it!!!

For NSFW Version: AO3

For the SFW Version, keep reading :)

He shifts all the bags to his left hand in order to open the front door, thankfully still unlocked from when he’d left for work this morning.

They might not live in the best neighbourhood, but no one’s got the gall to rob this particular apartment. Between Amir’s refusal to deny having a body count and the disappearance of several questionable people, and Ryou’s love of curses that no one can confidently say don’t work after Mr. Miura, the creepy neighbour with the binoculars and a camera, caught the literal bubonic plague.

Of course those are merely exaggerations that they’re more than happy to allow to fester.

The neighbourhood pervert did get the plague though.

“I’m home!” he calls out.

He tosses his shoes aside, slips into his slippers, and takes the groceries to the kitchen.

“Hey, babe!" he gets back from somewhere down the hall.

He sets the bags on the counter and begins sorting through his items. His ingredients are to be used tonight, and he organizes them into neat piles for better access for when he’ll need them.

He wonders what Amir’s up to; he’s usually lounging in the living room by the time Ryou’s done work, but his voice had come from the direction of the bedroom and bathroom area. He’d texted to say he was on his way home after a pit stop at the shop and had gotten a happy face emoji in response. He’s a little surprised he wasn’t pounced on the moment he stepped through the door.

“I’ve got a package for you!" Amir shouts, still down the hall somewhere.

“Ha ha - I haven’t heard that one before,” Ryou teases back, raising his voice to ensure it carries over to his partner.

He expects Amir means it literally rather than as an innuendo. Ryou does a lot of online shopping for art supplies and when he’s feeling too lazy to go to a store. Today’s delivery was for something in the latter category, a little something special for their night time activities.

Because he gets things delivered so often and Amir is usually home to receive them, he has carte blanche to open whatever comes in so he can sort out the recycling and garbage accordingly. Ryou had hoped to get to this one first, but hadn’t bothered telling Amir not to open it either. He pictures the look on his face and smiles, pleased with the mental image.

Everything is finally set aside. He carefully folds his bags to put them away.

“Hey, sexy.” His partner’s voice comes from a little ways behind him.

“Hi, darling,” Ryou looks over his shoulder to offer him a smile, but what he finds makes him burst out laughing. He turns fully and leans back against the counter for support. His hands cover his mouth to smother the noise and tears prickle at the edges of his eyes.

It’s the special something he’d had delivered, and Amir is wearing it. Or, better described, attempting to wear it.

His partner isn’t much taller than Ryou, two inches to be exact, but he’s a lot thicker. Between his work as a mechanic in his brother Marik’s motorcycle dealership slash repair shop and his love of bodybuilding, he's developed some spectacular muscles, from rippling biceps to ridiculous thighs. The red velour dress, trimmed with white fluff, covers his chest and stomach, but is stretched to the maximum ability of the material. It’s a long-sleeved garment that’s meant to be off the shoulder; Amir doesn’t have the sleeves on at all and has them dangling limply at his sides - Ryou has to wonder how far he got along his arms before he gave up.

Ryou knows Amir must be wearing briefs because the hem is short enough that he’d be seeing something dangling down there otherwise. To finish the ensemble, the candy cane striped stockings are pulled over his feet and bunched at his ankles - if they couldn’t get over his calves they were never going to make it up his thighs. Ryou had planned to do something fun with his hair rather than get the santa hat to go with it, and Amir’s spiked blonde hair remains untouched.

He’s standing with his chest puffed up and hands on his hips, accentuating the look. He’s incredibly proud of himself.

“Oh my god… You look stunning!” Ryou manages to swallow back his laughter. He wipes away a stray tear and one of his hands drops to his aching stomach. He takes in a deep breath to steady himself and manages to stop himself from starting up laughing again. He’s ridiculously hot, but also probably very uncomfortable.

“You think?” Amir poses - one hand on his hip and the other curled up to flex his bicep.

He giggles but doesn’t let it set him off again.

“Absolutely. I’m guessing you like my present?”

“Hell yeah.” Amir steps into his space. Ryou has to tilt his head back just slightly to keep their eyes locked. Amir sets his hands on his waist and Ryou throws his arms around his shoulders instinctively. “Had a good day at work, or do you need cheering up?”

“I wish I could say I need cheering up, but it was actually a good day.”

Amir pouts.

“But still - I couldn’t have asked for a better homecoming. Can you breathe in that?” Ryou curls his finger into the top of the dress and pulls it back; a red line is visible where it’s been digging into his skin.

“Only kind of, but that’s why they say beauty is pain, baby.”

“You’re ridiculous,” Ryou shakes his head while smiling affectionately.

Amir leans down and kisses him. His hands are quick to move from his hips to his ass, tugging him away from the counter into his chest. Ryou parts his lips for him and moves where he’s guided without protest. They lazily make out for a short while, but Ryou is careful not to let it get any further. When Amir reaches for his zipper, he tugs his hand away and ignores the sad huff.

The front door opens and closes.

Amir draws back with a groan, “Tell me that’s not fucking Bakura.”

“I told you he was going to help me bake some treats for Yugi’s party.”

“That’s tonight?”

“It is Friday, darling, and the party is tomorrow.”

“Ugh.”

Amir drops his forehead on Ryou’s shoulders and leans his weight against him, forcing him back against the counter. Ryou pets his hair in faux comfort, knowing his partner is exaggerating his annoyance.

“Seriously?” Bakura whines from the kitchen entryway.

Ryou leans sideways to look behind Amir and sees his best friend covering his eyes with an obvious frown on his face.

“Sorry, he forgot you were coming by tonight.”

“I wish I didn’t know you people.”

Ryou laughs and gently pushes Amir off of him, “Go get changed before he has an aneurysm.”

“Where’s the bleach? I need to dissolve my eyeballs.”

“Idiot.” Amir rolls his eyes, but there’s affection in it. He releases his hold on Ryou and leaves the kitchen. He gives Bakura a hip check as he passes him in the entryway, knocking him into the wall, but he stubbornly doesn’t uncover his eyes.

“Ouch, you bitch! Go put pants on, asshole!”

Amir pads away.

“Is he gone?” Bakura asks.

“Yes.”

“Are you lying?”

“No, you big baby.”

Bakura peeks through his fingers and looks around. Seeing that it’s safe, he lowers his hands and crosses his arms.

“You sure that’s the one you want to marry?”

Ryou giggles and feels his cheeks warm; he always gets giddy at the mention of their engagement. He tucks his left hand against his chest and caresses the ring with his right hand. It’s a simple gold band, something that won’t interfere with his artwork or get caught in anything, practical the way his partner knows he prefers for a permanent fixture.

He can’t help the way his heart rate picks up or how his stomach flutters happily. They’ve only been engaged for almost two months. Amir, who has known him five years and been dating him for three, knew that the best time to pop the question would be on their mutual favourite holiday - Halloween.

Bakura had once been the weird one between him and Ryou, best friends since childhood, because Ryou used to hide it better. Ever since getting involved with Amir, they’ve both embraced their inner freaks and are entirely shameless about it. Bakura can’t say he likes the taxidermy around their apartment, but hey, his best friend is happy and more himself than he’s ever been, so whatever.

That is to say, they go full out on Halloween. They start decorating in mid-September and host a giant party with smoke and animatronics and all sorts of creepily realistic blood and gore and body parts that had someone calling the police on them one year. To fully complete the event, they have to have the most intricate costumes. In the last couple of years, Halloween has landed on a weekday, so they’ll have a costume to stay at home and hand out candy, but for the party? That’s when the body paint comes out.

For this particular year, they went with ‘angel and demon’ as a couples costume. Only, Ryou was a biblical angel and Amir was Ryou’s vision of a biblical demon.

Truly horrifying, the both of them.

They took proper engagement photos a few days later, but the one they have framed on the wall is the one where the painted eyes on Ryou’s face are streaked with tears and Amir is a grotesque image of blood with freaky realistic bugs crawling out of his mouth.

Bakura had always known Ryou was a talented artist, but they had been genuinely hard to look at (which had been the intention). It’s an engagement picture befitting this couple.

“Be nice, or your demoted from best man to flower girl.”

“Don’t tempt me with a less demanding role.”

“Wash your hands. We have baking to do.”

“I was promised coffee mochi.”

“And you will have it, dear brother, if you do your part.”

The familial title melts his heart, as Ryou had expected and happily uses to manipulate him, and Bakura’s frown finally turns into a grin.

“Aye, aye, Captain!”

Hair is tied up out of their faces, hands are washed, and aprons are tied on. Ryou pulls up the recipe on his phone and hands it to Bakura for dictating and begins pulling out the necessary equipment. Amir returns not much later now wearing sweatpants and a loose fitting t-shirt, a relief from the beyond skin-tight lingerie.

“That’s better,” Bakura snarks.

“Consider it payback for the time I had to see your bare ass.”

“That was your fault for not knocking!"

“Who doesn’t lock the bathroom door?”

“Fuck off. Your brother likes my bare ass just fine.”

“Marik owns a leather t-shirt, he obviously has shit taste.”

“Says the guy who unironically likes Michael Bay movies.”

“Dude, explosions are fucking epic.”

“You-”

“Settle down, boys,” Ryou scolds lightly. He’s used to their bickering, it’s how these two know how to show their affection for each other, but he needs Bakura focused. “Did you get that thing off alright?”

“Don’t worry, babe, it’s still in one piece for tonight’s show and tell.”

Bakura groans.

“That’s good to hear. Why don’t you go find a movie to watch? Put it loud enough for us to hear.”

“Alright, I know when I’m not wanted.”

“Mhm. Thank you!”

Amir kisses his temple, pinches Bakura’s side, and takes his leave again.

His partner hates anything to do with the kitchen, and Ryou knows he could ask him to help, but doesn’t see a need to do so. Bakura doesn’t mind hanging out and washing dishes and reading off the recipes for him, they’ve been doing this together almost all their lives.

Amir will happily eat whatever they cook up, from the excellent to the experimental that has made him ill on at least two occasions. And in exchange for Ryou handling the cooking, Amir does the laundry - a chore he can complete in an evening whereas Ryou will take 3-5 business days. It’s a very fair trade.

A familiar intro starts up from the living room and the volume steadily increases until it flows into the kitchen.

Ah, one of their favourites - The Nightmare Before Christmas.

“I wanna go home,” Bakura whines.

He’s met with two maniacal laughs.

#2023 conspireshipping secret santa #deathshipping #secret santa #exchange #mainstream-deviant #hope you enjoyed <3 #yugioh

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boowhumps · 1 year

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|WHUMPRIL 2023|

|Day 9 - Bruises|

(@whumpril)

⚠TW⚠

- Swearing

- Transphobia

- Mentions of getting beat up

- Suggestive themes

- Slight nudity (not sexual)

- Mention of Needles

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I stumble into me and my boyfriend's apartment and slam the door behind me hard. I shove my hands further into the pockets of my jacket and I stare daggers into the floor.

"El?" I hear Zak calling my name.

I ignore him, even though it kinda hurts me to. It's not like he did anything wrong.

Fuck, I'm an asshole.

"El, you back already?" I hear him call for me again, this time closer.

I groan. "Yeah, it's me."

"You okay? You sound.. weird." Zak asks.

I wince from the stinging pain in my ribs. "Fine.. I'm fine." I try my best to sound normal.

I try to stumble into the bathroom but a firm hand on my shoulder stops me. Next thing I know I'm being whipped around.

I wince as I'm pushed up against the wall, my arms pinned by my wrists. I glare at those green eyes that at stare back at me.

"Who did this to you." He says, anger laced in his voice.

I huff in annoyance. Why does he have to be so damn.. protective..

Zak stares me down. "This is the part where you answer, Elliot."

I continue to glare at him. "Hell I don't know, some random idiots."

Zak's eyes study my figure.

"Do you know why they went for you?" He asks.

"Man, I don't know. I guess when you see someone buying a new binder they're automatically a target for getting jumped." I spit sarcastically.

Zak's eyes furrow. "Look at how they left you.."

I smirk. "You should see the other guys. I'm sitting pretty compared to them.. plus.. they don't have a overprotective boyfriend who'll make them feel better.." I trail off as I see Zak's face redden.

He snaps back into reality. "Ha ha Elliot. You're not getting out of this that easily. C'mon, I'll patch you up." He says.

I'm forced into the small bathroom where Zak starts getting the supplies. He stops to look at me for a second.

"Sit." He says.

"Um, where exactly? Because last time I checked there's no sitting area in this small ass bathroom." I talk back.

Zak huffs. "On the sink, idiot. Now hurry and sit before I decide to sit you up there myself."

"Like hell you will." I say as I sit on the edge of the sink.

Zak hums in response as he starts patching up my face.

"Ow- fuck." I wince as he cleand the cuts on my face.

"Stay still. It'll hurt less that way." He says sternly.

I stick my tongue out at him, and he responds with the same face.

Soon enough my face is patched up, but my ribs still ache.

Zak eyes me up and down again. "Any other injuries?"

I wince. "Fuck- uh, my ribs.. kinda hurt."

He hums. "C'mon and lay on the bed, I'll check your ribs."

I obey without any sassy comeback since the pains getting worse. It even hurts to breathe.

Zak stares at me. "Shirt off El, binder too."

"Help.?" I ask, and Zak shakes his head.

Soon my shirt and binder are off and discarded on the floor somewhere. The upper half of my body is covered with a blanket as Zak checks my ribs.

"I gotta.. poke around a bit El, just try to relax." Says Zak.

I nod my head and I suddenly hiss in pain as Zak pokes at my ribcage.

Every poke feels like a huge ass needle being plunged into my body.

Finally he stops.

"Nothing's broken, but it's definitely brusied." He states. "You mow what that means, you're taking it easy for a while.. and you also can't wear your binder."

I sigh. "Okay.."

Zak must sense my disappointment because he tosses me a large hoodie.

"Wear this for now, it'll help." He says, his tone softening.

I mouth a 'thank you' before slipping on the hoodie. It smells like softener.

I look at Zak who just stares blankly at me. "What?"

"I have an idea." I laugh and Zak's face drops.

"Nope, you never have good ideas." He groans.

"I'm wounded Zak, that you, would ever think something like that about me!" I gasp dramatically.

"Alright drama kid, what's your 'idea'?" Asks Zak.

I smirk. "We should watch something cool."

"Like what exactly."

"The Last of Us!"

"Fuck El, that's a bit too much angst for me."

"Whatever, we're watching."

"Ugh, fine."

"Yes! Papi Pedro here I come!" I exclaim as I run (more like slightly jog while holding my ribs) to the living room.

"El? What the fuck! What does Pedro have that I don't?!"

"Guns."

"Oh, so if I get a gun you'll love me?"

"He's also great with kids."

*You lost me at kids."

"Whatever loser, let's go already!"

"Alright, alright, I'm coming."

#whump #whumpril #whump writing #day 9 done!!!#no way Boo writes different characters for this story.#i love my silly little men #day 10 will actually be moved to tomorrow since im about to crash.#hope you enjoyed <3

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c-nan · 1 year

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*knock knock* Trick or Treat

HELLO!!! i present treat in the form of one of my fave laverne and shirley pictures

and also

candy!! take as many as you want 😌

#this made me so happy thank you for stopping by <33 #i love it here #hope you enjoyed <3

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dotcie · 6 months

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Writers Truth & Dare Ask Game

🎱 ⇢ post your AO3 total stats 🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction? 🌵 ⇢ share the link to a playlist you love 🕯️ ⇢ on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that? 🛼 ⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis 🥑 ⇢ you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help? 🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love 💌 ⇢ how many unread emails do you have right now? 🌻 ⇢ tag someone you appreciate but don't talk to on a regular basis 🐇 ⇢ do you prefer writing original characters, reader inserts, or a mix of both? 🧃 ⇢ share some personal lore you never posted about before 🎲 ⇢ what stops you from writing more in your free time? 🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings 🧸 ⇢ what's the fastest way to become your mutual? 🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now 📚 ⇢ what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app? 🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character 🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project? 🦷 ⇢ share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on ❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best? 🌿 ⇢ give some advice on writer's block and low creativity 🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh 🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work? 🍦 ⇢ name three good things about a character you hate 🥝 ⇢ do you lie a lot? what's the most recent lie you told? 🦋 ⇢ share something that has been on your heart and mind lately 🦴 ⇢ is there a piece of media that inspires your writing? 🍅 ⇢ give yourself some constructive criticism on your own writing 🐚 ⇢ do you like or dislike surprises? 🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here ☁️ ⇢ what made you choose your username? 🐝 ⇢ tag your biggest supporter(s) and say one nice thing about them 🌸 ⇢ do you have any pets? if you do, post some pictures of them 🎨 ⇢ link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it 🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

#hi hello i made an ask game for writers #hope someone out there enjoys it!!#:')#you can ask me too <3 #ask game #writers on tumblr #writers ask game #writer ask game #author ask game #fandom ask game #writing ask game #game #emoji ask #ask me anything #tumblr game

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the-phantom-peach · 6 months

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Little Big Changes ✂️~

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CONTEXT~~

A long forgotten short comic I did for pre-totk/post-botw domestic zelink

I love Zel’s hair symbolism especially after altering her status as a “princess”and becoming a Hateno grade school teacher. She’d most likely still maintain some insecurities but that’s what our lovely knight was made for <3

Semi-connected to my previous Signing Link headcanon, Link speaks here for the first time post-Calamity and gets super self-conscious. But of course Zelda doesn’t mind and is happy that Link growing more comfortable after the events of breath of the wild

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lilybug-02 · 2 months

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Pain is a great motivator…

Part 26 || First || Previous || Next

—Full Series—

Meanwhile Toriel:

(Loud noises don't wake her up usually.)

Artist note: I’m so proud of this :))) I know it’s a lot of dialogue and reading, but dialogue is grueling work for me. I’m glad with the art and for the amount of pages I made in such a relatively short time span -w- page 5 was super fun to work on. A lot of blood, sweat, and hours here... :) The backgrounds were a big bore tbh, but I finished them! Yippie!

#CHARA WTF DO YOU MEAN “COMPUTER”????#lol i hope you guys dont hate me for what im doing in the next update.#IS THAT A MAC OS???#Yes......owo''#Kris and the Gang are LITTLE now. I've pixelated them and turned them into little game characters!#FINALLY!!#I never thought I would be going so far in the story to explain WHY Kris pulls out their SOUL and opens Darkfountains even when they killed #Berdly in Chapter 2. Pain can make people do horrible things.#Uhhhhhhhhh anyways. :3 I hope you liked it! I made this post a little too long for my liking and didnt get it out when i wanted too-#but thats okay! As long as people enjoy it :)#bread #art #deltarune chara timeline #deltarune chara timeline comic #seriously though #long post #man am I glad I switched over to the limited color palet! It helps me feel alot more relaxed uwu #This is....way over 16 hours of work q-q #chara #asriel #susie #kris #asriel dreemurr #kris dreemurr #kris deltarune #susie deltarune #deltarune #comic #my art

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theoldkyokodied · 6 months

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good evening bloodweave enjoyers

#bloodweave #gale x astarion #astarion x gale #gale dekarios #astarion ancunin #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #i drew the first one for my bloodweave playlist but shhhhhh #its a shattered mirror in the background btw. yes its bc they are mirrors of each other #recognition of one's self through others (derogatory) vibes. yknow what i mean?#anyway hii bloodweave fam i prepared food! hope you enjoy

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vaguely-functional-directions · 11 months

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If tumblr ever went down, I might consider getting another social media account somewhere but also I would use it the exact same way I use tumblr now because I am Set In My Ways and then I think anyone who saw my account would be like that meme image of those girls at the party, looking into the camera judging me

#And that is my (singular) thought of the day #Hope you enjoyed <3

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da-birb-writes-sometimes · 8 months

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Feelings Thawed

Character; Cater Diamond

Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, pining, ice skating (to various degrees of success)

Word Count; 650+

Author's Note; This is a present/thank you to my mutual @i-like-forgs. I hope you enjoy this ice skating scene with Cater, and that you get to skate soon!

As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

The brisk wind bit at your nose, and you pulled up your scarf, trying to keep away the offending wind. Around you it was a winter wonderland, all made possible in the temperate conditions thanks to Cater, who was filming you skating around on the frozen pond’s surface.

“You know,” you hollered, making sure that you caught his attention, “you should join me! It’s fun!” You came to a stop by the pond’s edge, where Cater was standing with a large thermos.

Cater just shot you a wink, handing you the thermos. “This is for you though, silly!”

He was deflecting, you could tell; behind that bright and cheery smile that he always seemed to wear around others, you knew when there was something off with Cater. You accepted the thermos though, and took a sip of the spicy apple cider, still piping hot.

You gave him a look and pulled lightly on his coat sleeve. “Yes, but it’s more fun with others, come on Cater!” You stepped back onto the ice, and slowly skated near him, waiting with an eager smile.

He looked at you, and then back at the ice, but he stayed standing in the light snow, shooting you that smile. “But I can’t take photos if I’m out there with you!” He scratched at the back of his neck.

Liar. “Cater,” you looped back around and stepped onto the bank, balancing on your skates, “do you not know how to skate?”

Cater’s smile turned sheepish, and his ‘ahahaha, looks like my gig is up’ chuckle made its appearance. He had been found out. “Never got the chance to,” he hid his face slightly in his scarf, either to keep the cold at bay or to hide that his cheeks were turning pink. “So I’d just slow ya down.”

You took his hand into yours, “Well, I could teach you if you wanted. Just a warning though, you’re gonna fall on your butt a lot, might get a few bruises.”

Cater looked down at your entwined hands. Mittens and gloves separated your skin from touching one another, but Cater could swear that he could feel the sensation nonetheless through the layers of fabric.

“You would? Even if I pull you down with me?”

The last question wasn’t just about the ice skating; Cater didn’t want to force you to do anything that you didn’t want to… and that included being his friend. His heart seemed to whisper stronger emotions though, but he didn’t want to ruin what the two of you had.

You walked him out to the ice, and the both of you swiftly fell down on the ice, hard. But you just laughed and got right back up again, “Well, we did just fall. There isn’t anything scary about falling down; yes it stings and might leave a gnarly bruise, but in order to move forward we have to fall and get back up. So yes, is what I guess I’m saying.”

Cater looked up at you, the sun illuminating you and the snow glittered behind you. You were holding your hand out again, waiting for him. And Cater took your hand.

It took him a while to get the hang of it, and he fell down quite a bit, but every time he fell down you helped him back up. And by the time that the sun was setting in the west, the both of you were cold, and both were going to wake up tomorrow with some bruises. It was fun though, which is all that mattered… but that whisper in Cater’s heart was by now singing, and maybe he would listen to it, but for now, he was happy with how the way things were, and he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world, especially with how much you had smiled today. Your smile and knowing that you had fun with him was enough.

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Tags; @eynnwwyjth, @ithseem, @krenenbaker, @silvers-numberonefan, @twistwonderlanddevotee, @xxoomiii

#twst #twst x reader #twst x gn reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x gn reader #cater diamon #cater diamond x reader #cater diamond x gn reader #i decided to let you decide how reader feels about cater since it allows for various possibilities #also decided to go with cater since i only had the dorm headcanons with him; and he deserved his own drabble #i hope you like this when you get the chance to read it ryo ^v^#thank you for your support; even if it does give me a mini stroke when you break my tumblr notifications #decided for spicy apple cider as its something i can see cater liking (not super sweet but still warm to keep you warm in the cold)#this is also a thank you for crashing a mutuals wedding and stopping a union; i used my writing as enticement to stop it <3 #let's see how the cater simps react to this; hoping you guys enjoy!

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