#i’m hopefully leaving for at least a few years soon and then i guess. i’ll see

[sunflowergirl522]

Fat Cat

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie feeds strays and your cat gets out.

Word Count: 2033

A/n: Not my best work but enjoy it anyway? Also the Eddie Taglist may or may not open up after this one.

Eddie Masterlist

Eddie’s been feeding the strays around the trailer park for as long as he’s been living with his uncle. It started with one skinny kitten coming up to him on the porch while he was eating a hotdog. It let out the softest meow he’d ever heard and he didn’t even hesitate breaking a piece off and dropping it a few feet away from him. Over the years the amount of cats he was feeding grew and scraps of food and leftovers no one was gonna eat became cat food that Eddie went out of his way to get. 

Eddie was cleaning up the first time your cat trailed up to his trailer at night. It was one of Wayne's rules, if you’re gonna feed the whole neighborhood at least clean up at night so I don’t have to hear them when I’m trying to sleep. He happened to look up from where he was picking up the scattered pieces of cat food on the porch and came face to face with the fattest orange cat he’d ever seen. 

“Hello there. You look like you’ve already eaten five whole bowls.” The cat plopped down and just stared at him. “Oh alright, I guess a little more won’t kill you.”

“Oh my God!” You had rushed over as soon as you spotted Tigger scooping him up without even looking at the now wide eyed boy. “You’re such a fucking dick you know that?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Oh! Not you, sorry! I was talking to this fatass.” You finally looked away from the cat and met his eyes. “He recently learned that he can bust through the shitty screen door if it’s not locked. Were you about to give him food?” 

“Uh, I think so?” Eddie wasn’t completely sure what was happening exactly.

“I’m trying to keep him on a diet so hopefully he loses weight. I’m Y/n, just moved into the trailer over that way.” You motioned to a trailer behind you without looking before holding your hand out for him.

“Eddie.” He frantically brushed his hands off on his jeans before standing and taking your own. 

“This menace is Tigger and despite who he’s named after he’s the laziest piece of shit you’d ever see. Isn’t that right baby boy?” You brought his face up to yours as you cooed at the cat in your arms that was purring up a storm. “I’ll let you get back to what it was you were doing, bye Eddie see you around!” And with that you turned and hurried back to your trailer leaving Eddie to wish he’d said something, anything, else.

Since then Tigger has found his way over to Eddie’s trailer at least five more times, but most likely more because those are just times Eddie’s caught him when he’s getting home from work. He’s always quick to scoop the cat up before heading over to your place to drop him off. If you weren’t home he’d leave a note on your door saying he had Tigger and to come get him when you could. But when you were home you’d usher Eddie in and make him dinner as a reward for bringing your baby home. Usually it was some form of pasta but it was always one of the best meals Eddie’s had, and he made sure to tell you. 

“Listen all I’m saying is you’ve been in a suspiciously good mood lately and I don’t get why you’d hide a girlfriend from us.” Dustin says for what feels like the millionth time today but really is only the second, Mike asking earlier makes it three times total, as he follows Eddie to his trailer's door. 

“I’m not hiding a girlfriend. How many times do I have to tell you I don’t have one?” He groans as he fishes out his key to unlock it glancing over quickly to the porch. He does a double take when he recognizes the orange ball. 

“Hey there troublemaker!” He jumps from the stairs and steps to the porch tapping it to get the cat's attention. Tigger turns around at the sound and lets out a small sound while running to Eddie’s hand to be pet. “You get out again?”

“God fucking damnit!” Eddie can hear your yell from your trailer across the way thanks to the door being open and it being a quiet afternoon in the trailer park.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Eddie smiles as Tigger bumps his head into his hand knowing you’re about to make your way over.

“Are you gonna unlock the door anytime soon or what?” Dustin asks from where he’s been standing at the door.

“Eddie!” Your voice fills his ears before he can respond to Dustin and he turns his head to watch you come towards him, his smile bigger than Dustin’s ever seen. “Please tell me he came over here again.”

“Yep.” He moves out of the way to reveal the cat purring into his hand.

“Thank God! I really have to start locking the door so fatty stops coming over and eating all your food.”

“Don’t be mean.” Eddie snatches Tigger up before you can grab him, protectively holding him close to his chest. “He’s lost weight and deserves a little treat.” That was true, Tigger is now much smaller than he was when Eddie first saw him. Thanks to you taking him on walks, a feat you had to do with his treat bag in hand, and having him on the diet.

“You’re awful, oh my god!” You laugh through your words. “Stop spoiling him before he starts liking you more than he likes me.”

“What am I watching right now?” Dustin pulls the two of your attentions over to him. Eddie throws his head back suppressing a groan at the reminder that he was there at all. 

“Oh hello! I’m Y/n, and that’s my cat Tigger.” 

“I’m Dustin, Eddie’s best friend.”

“Well it’s nice to meet you Dustin.” You smile at the younger boy and Eddie clears his throat to bring your eyes back to him. 

“Has he been gone long?” He nods his head down at the cat in his arms. 

“I don’t know, probably not. I just got out of the shower and the door was cracked open so he must’ve escaped while I was in it.” You step closer to him so you can scratch Tigger behind his ears and Eddie’s heart picks up a bit at your closeness.  “Are you just getting home?”

“Yeah. I was unlocking the door when I spotted him.”

“Oh!” Your sudden exclamation has Eddie and Dustin both slightly jumping. “I finished your book! Let me take him home and I’ll come right back with it and you can give me the next one.” You take Tigger from his arms and hurry off to your trailer.

Eddie had let you borrow Fellowship of the Ring after you stopped by his trailer to talk to him after seeing him reading on the porch. You had noticed how the book looked like it’s been read more than once and Eddie mentioned it being his favorite series. You’re the one who asked to read it and he had shut the book and handed it to you right then and there. 

“So that’s what’s got you in such a good mood.” Dustin states as Eddie comes back up the steps to open the door. 

“Alright c'mon punk inside.” He holds the door open for his younger friend. 

“Why don’t you ask her out?”

“What makes you think I want to ask her out?” He desperately does but he’s not sure exactly how to. Being friends with a girl? That was always easy for him but going from friends to something else with girls? That was always something that was difficult for him but has become so much harder since the Vecna stuff last year seeing as people barely wanted to be seen around him if they weren’t before even after his name was cleared.

“The heart eyes you got the minute she came over and how it was like watching parents fussing over their child.” Eddie tinges pink at Dustin’s correct descriptions. 

“Just shut up and pick a movie. I gotta go find The Two Towers.”

Dustin’s looking through Eddie’s and Wayne’s limited pick of movies, wishing they had stopped by Family Video, when there’s a knock on the door. He knows that it has to be you and in that moment he comes up with a plan without thinking twice about it while he opens the door.

“Hi again!”

“Eddie wants to know if you wanna go on a date with him?”

“What?” Your eyes go wide and you step back a little bit as if the shock of hearing those words come out of Dustin's mouth was so strong that it forced you back. At the same time Eddie freezes in the kitchen, eyes basically bulging out of his head and his mouth agape. What he should do is grab Dustin by the back of his shirt and throw him back into the living room before trying to laugh it off but he can’t get himself to move, stuck in his spot book in hand and heart racing in his chest anxious for what Dustin might say next and how you’re going to react.

“He wants to take you out to dinner or something and then kiss you at your door. Maybe then introduce you to all his friends and move in together and have babies and-” Eddie rushes over and throws his hand over his friend's mouth who’s now on thin ice.

“Okay! That’s enough of that!” He awkwardly chuckles as he shoves Dustin off to the side. He peeks at you out of the corner of his eye before turning to look at you instead of glaring at Dustin when he sees the soft smile on your face.

“Here’s your book. I really really liked it and I can’t wait to read the next one.” Eddie takes your words as a signal that you’re just going to forget everything that was just said to you and he doesn’t know if he’s more disappointed or relieved that you’re not saying anything about it.

“Here.” He hands you the next book while taking the first one from you. “The first one’s my favorite but the rest are just as good.” 

“Hey Eddie?”

“Yeah Sweetheart?”

“There’s this movie coming out next week, The Princess Bride, you wanna maybe take me to see it? Then depending on how that goes we can kiss at my door and maybe you can introduce me to your friends.” Eddie’s mouth opens and closes a few times like a fish out of water as he tries to find the words too shocked to think of anything.

“Yeah, yes, I would love to take you out to see it!” He beams at you once he does find the right words and you return one of your own in response.

“Perfect then it’s a date! See you tomorrow probably.” After a quick finger gun and wave you’re hurrying back home to dance around in excitement with Tigger.

“Well, it looks like you should be thanking me.” Dustin says once Eddie steps back from the door and turns to him, arms crossing over his chest.

“Run.”

“What? But I totally just got you a date!” And yet Dustin’s realizing he may have taken it a little too far in the process of getting him said date.

“And I’ll give you a head start because of that. Starting…now.”

“Why don’t we just watch a movie and celebrate the accomplishment that just happened?”

“You’re wasting precious time.” And with that Dustin rushes out of the door Eddie hot on his heels.

“What happened to the head start?!”

“I lied!” With that he tackles Dustin to the ground, both boys laughing in the process of falling. “Thanks.” He punches his arm after a minute of them both just laying there on the ground and stands up offering a hand. “Now let’s go have that movie night you begged me for.” Dustin rolls his eyes following Eddie back inside.

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[billkaulitzgirlfriend]

♡Louder than love♡

Tom kaulitz x Fem!Reader

Guys I’m back 😭 school has been kicking my ass it’s been forever since I’ve updated I’ll hopefully get more time to write after finals love y’all ❤︎. (I literally fell asleep while making this 💀)

Warnings(weed, alcohol, smut) ion know

This fic is about Tom and you having sex together for the first time after dating for a while this was requested by @minniespacesstuff sorry for the long wait babes 😭

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Tom and I have been dating for about six months and have been friends for almost five years. We met because me and Bill are best friends. I’ve seen Tom with quite a few girls over the time I’ve known him and how high his sex drive was. He used to always talk about a new girl he was hooking up with, but now with me he doesn’t even talk about going past kissing with me . It’s starting to worry me quite a bit. Does he not find me attractive? Well, at least in that way?

"Y/n?" I look up and see Tom staring down at me. I must have gotten distracted by my thoughts again. "Sorry, yeah?" I say, looking at him, "Are you okay?" "Yeah, I’m good just thinking." "Okay," he smiles sweetly and leans down to kiss me. His lips feel so soft against mine that it always feels amazing when he kisses me. We make out every once in awhile, but he always stops as soon as it gets too heated, making up an excuse to leave. If it makes me feel horrible, does he really want to leave that bad when we kiss?

"Uh, Bill said that he wants to go party tonight; are you up for it?" He asks shortly after breaking the kiss, I guess a drink or two would be great to rid me of my worries for a bit." "Yeah, I would love to!" I say with a little too much enthusiasm, "Okay then, we leave at nine." He smiles sweetly, walks off, and begins to talk to Gustav. I get up and go to my room. I begin to get ready for the night. I put on a tight-fitting skirt that I know Tom likes and a small tank top.

I feel exposed in the thin clothes, but I want to impress Tom, so I wear them none the less.

It’s already 8:50 Once I’m done with my makeup, I walk out of the room, and everyone is already done. Georg is the first to see me. "DAMN Y/N!" He shouts loudly, and the rest of the boys quickly look back at me. "You look so pretty," Gustav says shyly. "Thanks, Gus." "Y/N, YOU SLUT!" Bill screams, "You look so beautiful, Meine Liebe." Tom says while caressing my cheek. I look up at him and sheepishly smile.

"Uhhg, stop being all lovely dovey, let’s go!" Bill says while dragging me to the car:

It’s already 9:20. Once we arrive at the club, me and Bill run to the bar and say, "Can I have two shots of tequila, please?" I sigh as the warm liquid coats my throat. I and Bill order two more rounds before going to find the rest of the boys sitting in a booth talking. Gustav has already found a girl and is sitting next to her. Tom scoots so I can sit next to him. I can’t help but stare at him while everyone talks. My mind starts to wonder back to why he won’t go any further than kissing me. Worries flood my body, only enhanced by the alcohol, and my thoughts are once again cut off. "Wanna smoke?" Georg says as he pulls out two joints. Gustav declines as he’s too busy talking with the girl he found. The rest of us say yes and walk outside. Me and Bill share one joint while Tom and Georg share the other.

The high takes over quickly; me and Bill are a giggling mess. He pulls me away once again to the bar and orders two random mixed drinks.

"Y/n?" He asks, "Yeah, Bill?" "Are you okay? "You’ve been acting a bit weird lately," he says. His words are a bit slurred, but none the less, I tell him the truth. The weed and alcohol lead the conversation. "So you guys haven’t fucked at all?" He asks in disbelief, "No, we barely go past kissing." I say while downing another shot and Bill does the same, "Wow, that’s really surprising, knowing him..." Bill's words make me feel 100% worse about the situation. I’m guessing he senses this and quickly follows up with, "I’m sure there’s a good reason though! Maybe you should just ask?" No, that’s exactly what I don’t want to do." Yeah, you're right, I will thank you Bill.” He’s right, that’s the mature thing to do. "Come on, let’s dance!" I say while pulling him to the floor, trying to escape the conversation. Me and him dance together for a while, but I’m surprised when I feel two hands place themselves on my waist. I immediately pull away and look at them angrily to see that it was just Tom. My face softens when I realize it’s just him. He seems happy about my reaction to this and pulls me back towards him. I smile as he kisses me. "Are you ready to go?" I nod my head yes, feeling tired from all the thinking I’ve been doing tonight. We all decide it’s time to leave and get back in the car. Gustav decided to leave the poor girl behind, claiming she was too dull to bring back with us.

Once we arrive back at the house, I stumble into the door and am the first in the shower. Once I get out, Tom stops me on the way to my room "Do you want to stay in my room tonight?" He sweetly asks "yeah just let me get dressed first" "okay I'll see you soon" he says walking into the bathroom to take a shower.

im already in his bed once he's done he gets In only wearing a pair of boxers I love being the only one to see him like this we cuddle and talk about nothing laughing at stupid jokes we make up our high has already left but we're still buzzed from all the alcohol once our conversation dies down I begin to think about Bills words "Tom?" "Yes Meine Liebe?" He asks sincerely sensing the fear in my voice " do you not find me attractive?"

Toms P.O.V

My heart drops when she says, "Y/n, what are you talking about? Of course I do!" I say while sitting up, and she does the same. I can see tears prickling her eyes. She’s been thinking about this for awhile. "It’s just, I saw how you were with your other "girlfriends" and how sexual you acted with them, but you never want to do things like that with me." This is the exact opposite of what I wanted to happen: "That’s because those relationships were purely sexual; of course I want to do things like that with you; it’s just that I didn’t want you to think that’s all I wanted from you." Once I say this, tears rush down her face. "But you have had so many opportunities, but you always leave before anything can happen." Her voice sounds hurt. "I know if we go any further, I won’t want to stop." I say while wiping the tears off her face. She puts her head in my chest while I rub her back, trying to comfort her.

"Can I make it up to you?" She looks up at me with a questioning look.

Y/ns P.O.V

I nod my head when he says this , Is he going to buy me another gift? I think to myself, I’m surprised when he begins to kiss my neck, but I quickly melt into the feeling as he kisses me all around until he finds a spot that makes me moan. I feel him smirk against my skin. He begins to feel my body through my clothes. He slips his hand under my shirt and massages my breast. I can’t help but wine. "Scheiße, I’ve wanted to do this for so long," he said as he rids me of my shirt. I cover myself, but he quickly pulls my hands from my body. "You're too pretty to be doing that, Meine Liebe." He stares at my body for a moment before kissing down my stomach, leaving a trail of love bites. I begin to squirm once he kisses my thighs. He holds my legs over his shoulders, keeping them still. He kisses my heat through my pants. "Ahh-fuck Tom," I say while covering my face. "God Y/N, you’re so wet." He says while moving my panties to the side. "You've been waiting for this for a long time, huh?" "Mhhhm T-tom" "Come on, Süßes Mädchen, use your words." "I’ve wanted this for so long," I say in a breathy voice. Tom smirks, "Well, I won’t make you wait any longer baby." His tongue makes contact with my cunt. It feels so good with him between my legs. He knows exactly what he’s doing. "A-aah fuck Tom." I see him rut against the bed, trying to relieve his tension. Soon, I feel the knot in my stomach come undone. "Gonna cum hübsches Mädchen?" I desperately nod, "Cum for me then, baby." His words push me to the edge. Once I’m done, he pulls away and kisses me deeply. I can taste myself on his tongue. I look down to see his erection and his boxers stained with precum.

He swiftly takes them off and hovers over me and slowly enters my walls. "M-mhh," he grunts. Once he bottoms out, he waits to move until I tell him. He starts with a slow, sensual pace. He keeps eye contact with me, watching as my face twists in pleasure. "Fuck, you’re so beautiful, baby," he says while his pace quickens. "I-I love you so much, T-tom." I struggle to get his name out. "I love you too, mein hübsches Mädchen, I can’t believe I waited so long to do this. You feel so good." Our lips connect once more before I reach my climax again. I let out a string of vulgar words, and once I called his name for the second time tonight, he soon fallows after me. His strokes becoming uncoordinated and slower, and I moan at the feeling of being full of warm liquid.

We lay there for a while cuddling, but Tom gets up and goes to his bathroom, and comes back with a warm towel, he cleans me up with it and does the same for himself, then helps me get dressed again. We lay back down, holding each other. "I love you so much, Y/N, and don’t ever think anything less than that." "I love you too, Tommy."

(Thanks you so much If you made it to the end let me know if you enjoyed it and Y’all I have a couple more fives coming out soon one about Gustav and another about Bill it might take a while though, and if you have and head cannons requests please let me know!)

#bill kaulitz #tom kaulitz #tokio hotel #smut #tokio hotel smut #kaulitz twins #tom kaulitz x reader #gustav schäfer #georg listing

[mynameismckenziemae]

She’s a Fire-Chapter XV

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x OFC/Reader (no use of y/n)

Hotter than Hell

(previous chapter here, next chapter here)

Warnings: mutual masturbation, pretending to be into your BFF to tease your men…so queerbaiting I guess? Sending dirty pictures, unintentional orgasm denial, etc.

Three days pass in radio silence and it’s killing you. Sunny does her best to keep you distracted but she works 12-hour shifts with virtually no phone access.

10 PM on Thursday, you finally get a text.

Bradley: Hey, sweetheart. Sorry to text instead of call, but I’m sharing a room with Bobby and it’s lights out, so we’re both stuck in here. How’re you?

You laugh, knowing what he’s hinting…Please don’t turn me on right now.

Rowan: It’s okay, I understand. I’ll send you my dirty pictures next time. I’m good, just missing you. How are you?

Bradley: Can’t fucking wait. I haven’t gotten off since we left. They’ve been running us ragged. I’m so tired. Bob doesn’t cuddle like you. He’s all ‘Get off me…’ Why are you hard?’

Rowan: LOL, why do I feel like you’re not kidding though?

Bradley: …

Bradley: Kidding. Seriously, Sunny would kill me if I touched Bob (and didn’t let her watch).

Rowan: Wow…same though.

Bradley: Oh yeah?

Rowan: Definitely. I’d be ticked if I missed you getting dicked down by Bob. 😏

Bradley: No, it’d be the other way around. I’d be doing the dicking-downing or whatever.

Rowan: Not a chance. 😂

Bradley: Wow.

Bradley: Damn it, times up. Hopefully, it won’t be too long before we talk again. Love you, see you soon.

Rowan: I love you too, get some sleep.😘

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Even though Bradley keeps a tidy home, you spend Saturday doing a deep clean. You find some photo albums in the attic when you bring a box of your things up, not sure yet if you want to donate it yet or not.

Tears fill your eyes as you flip through the photos. There’s one of Carole holding teeny-tiny Bradley in the hospital, tired but glowing. The next one has the tears spilling over—Nick’s holding him, terrified but excited. You laugh at the one of Bradley on his first birthday, frosting all over his face and curly hair, grinning at the camera.

Your smile falls a few pages later when you see Bradley alone in front of his dad’s coffin, saluting. You turn the page, a wave of nausea hitting you imaging your own child in the same position. The next photo is at least a year or two later and you swallow your sob, knowing Carole was probably so devastated and overwhelmed trying to take care of herself and Bradley that capturing memories with pictures wasn’t even a thought in her mind.

You decide that’s enough for now and put everything back where it was and head back downstairs to finish cleaning.

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Sunny picks you up on Sunday for brunch and wedding discussions. She and Bob picked a date next fall back in Minnesota when the leaves should be at their peak color.

Sunny snorts as you show her your conversation from the other night with Bradley about her and Bob. “Agreed. Bradley would definitely be the one bottoming.”

After eating and a few drinks, you both decide to shop off your slight buzz (in truth, neither of you wants to go back to an empty house).

“Ooo, let’s stop here, I want to pick something pretty up for under my bridesmaid dress for Jake and Nat’s wedding,” Sunny says, opening the door to a fancy lingerie boutique.

You laugh, but follow her in. Never should’ve let Sunny have that second tequila sunrise.

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Maybe shopping wasn’t a good idea, you think as Sunny tosses items at you to try on.

There are only two fitting rooms and one is occupied so you share the vacant one as it’s roomy enough for two, and the girl at the counter barely looked up from her phone when you walked in.

It’s pretty in the dressing room; walls painted a dark burgundy, accented with a baroque chair and flattering lighting.

“You know what would be fun? To send the boys some sexy pictures of us together in here. I’ll put this little robe on for the ones we sent to Bradley and you can for the ones I send to Bob…?” Sunny asks in a whisper, checking her reflection in the mirror.

Apparently, tequila does more to Sunny than make her clothes fall off. But…it’s not a bad idea. Bradley would lose his mind.

“I like the way you think” you whisper back with a wink.

Sunny wears white, while you’re in black

You take a few photos of her alone; your favorite is her kneeling, eyes closed and your manicured thumb is pressing on her bottom lip. She then does the same for you.

“Go bend over that chair, arch your back, look over your shoulder at me….yeah like that, bite your lip now. Perfect! Bradley is going to die. Look at that butt!” She whispers excitedly, showing you what she snapped.

Next, you set your phone on the shelf and hit the timer for the ones of you together.

You put on your robe and then start behind her, one hand on her lower stomach, the other skimming her cleavage, eyes half-lidded on each other. You step around to her side, hands still on her body as you press your lips to her neck. A few more positions and then you switch; you drop your robe as she dons hers.

You start off the same way, her hands skimming over your body, she takes it a hair further and puts her fingertips in the tops of the lacy underwear, “Hey, buy my dinner first.” She snorts, causing you to laugh.

You take a few more, lips almost brushing in a near kiss before turning to her side and rotating you around, so your ass is to the camera. You bite your lip to not laugh as she squeezes a handful of your ass. “I’m straight but your ass is making me question things.” She whispers before delivering a hard open hand smack to your cheek.

“Jesus, Sun,” you whisper, trying not to laugh too loud, “You’re gonna get us kicked out!”

“Nah we’re fine. Wait, don’t move. I’m gonna take a picture of my handprint.”

You can’t help but laugh, and let her, knowing Bradley will like it.

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You both end up buying what you had on for your impromptu photo shoot and a few things more. The girl at the counter didn’t comment on the fact that you were both in the same fitting room for 45 minutes; you weren’t sure she even noticed.

You two sit in the car and go through the pics, giggling as you send them to her.

“I’m not sure I should even send these…” Sunny laughs as she pulls out of the parking lot.

“What?! Why not? It was your idea!”

“I’m kidding. I’m so sending them. I may regret it though when I can’t walk the day after Bob gets home.”

You laugh. “Same.”

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Later, you smile as you hit send, hoping you don’t have to wait too long before you can talk again.

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“Your 2 hours start now!” Cyclone yells.

Bradley heads to the common room, giving Bob privacy in their bunk room for the first hour. His phone is vibrating nonstop, incoming messages all coming in at once as it powers on.

Sitting on a chair, he pulls out his phone and scans the room—nearly empty save for a few others scattered around.

Rowan: Dirty pictures as requested, featuring a special guest.

What the…oh my fucking God, Rowan, he thinks as he clicks on the first picture of you, his cock hardening in an instant.

He slowly flips through them, looking you over in pretty lingerie, nearly swallowing his tongue as he sees one of you bent over the chair, looking at him so innocently over your shoulder, worrying your lip between your teeth.

He discreetly adjusts (palms) himself as he finds the first one with your “special guest”.

It’s his oldest friend clad in a silky robe. Sunny’s a beautiful woman, but he’s never been attracted to her.

There is definitely something attractive about the way she’s touching you though, skimming her fingers over your breasts. Holy shit, her fingers are almost in your panties.

He groans at the next one but covers it (poorly) with a cough. Sunny’s got a handful of your perfect ass. You’re looking at each other’s lips like you’re about to kiss.

His cock twitches and precum leaks as he swipes to the final one. A close-up of Sunny Girl’s handprint on your butt, the red a stark contrast to the pale skin.

40 minutes later he realizes he could’ve been talking to you this whole time.

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You reach for your phone as a text comes through.

Bradley: Your pictures had me so distracted I forgot I could text you for the last 40 minutes.

You laugh as you type a response.

Rowan: Sorry?

Bradley: Don’t be. You are the most breathtakingly beautiful, sexy, gorgeous, hot, woman I’ve ever seen.

Bradley: Sorry, that wasn’t even remotely smooth, lol. I don’t even know what to say. All the blood from my head is in my dick, which is gonna fall off soon if I don’t get to jerk off.

Rowan: Lol, thank you. You’re always smooth. 😉Wait, you still haven’t been able to? It’s been almost a week.

Bradley: No. Shared bunk rooms, shared showers, shared fucking everything. There’s always someone around. We have phones until 9 so Bob’s in there now, we’re gonna switch at 8.

Rowan: 11 minutes and you’ll be able to. I’ll even let you watch me.

Bradley: I can’t fucking wait. Is the vibrator charged? I want to see you use it.

Rowan: Yep, charged it after I used it last night.

Bradley: Oh, don’t even say that. I’m gonna end up jizzing in my pants.

Rowan: Again? 😬

Bradley: Ha. Ha. So fucking funny. 🙄

Rowan: I thought so. ☺️

Bradley: I’m heading back, I’ll call you in a few.

Rowan: Can’t wait.

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A red-faced Bob is coming out just as Bradley approaches the door.

“Sunny send you pictures too I take it?” Bradley asks.

“Yeah. Never thought I’d be okay seeing someone else touch her but…Jesus Christ,” Bob says, running his fingers through his hair. Bradley’s never seen him flustered like this.

“Yeah, I hear ya,” Bradley says, slapping him on the shoulder as he walks into their room, locking the door behind him.

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You answer on the first ring, grinning when you see his handsome face and bare chest.

“Poor Bob looked like he was put through the wringer” is the first thing Bradley says, smiling when he sees you.

“Hey, it was Sunny’s idea…after we had tequila sunrises with brunch” you laugh, “I wore a robe for the ones she sent to him, just like one she wore” you assure him.

“Eh, I wasn’t worried. We share everything else nowadays.” He jokes, winking at you.

“Oh yeah, Sunny and I talked about it and she agrees, by the way. You’d definitely bottom if you two were to get together.”

He scoffs, offended. “Whatever.”

“Sorry babe, you just give off that submissive vibe” you tease.

“I’ll show you submissive.” He says, changing his tune, “Get naked. Now.”

“Yes sir,” you reply sarcastically but oblige.

You set your phone on the nightstand and strip quickly before flipping back on the bed.

“Good girl,” he says lowly, and a shiver crawls up your spine. “Now tease those pretty nipples for me. Yeah, like that. Pinch ‘em too…good.” He tells you, his voice rough. You can hear he’s starting to touch himself too.

“I wanna see all of you, baby, please?” You ask, still playing with your nipples.

“Yeah, hang on,” he says, setting this phone above him so you can see more of his stomach and his hand stroking his erection.

You sigh as you watch him. Out of all the things you’ve done together, this is the first time you’ve watched each other masturbate.

“Your body is incredible Bradley,” you say, fingers now circling your clit. You pick up the vibrator from the nightstand, turn it on, and replace your fingers with it. “God, just look at you.”

He groans, hating and loving your words. He’s so worked up from not cumming in a week, especially after getting off at least twice daily in the 10 days before deploying.

“Row, fuck, I’m sorry but I’m close already. I want you to get there first. Can you do that?” He pants, cheeks ruddy as he fists himself.

“Yeah, I’ll try,” you say, pushing two fingers in and pushing the vibrator setting higher. “I can’t wait to have you inside me,” you whine, curling your fingers and finding your G-spot.

“I’m almost there-almost…I-I…” you can’t finish your sentence as your orgasm hits you, whimpering as you do. It feels so good but it’s not the same without him here.

You notice he’s quiet you catch your breath, not yet able to open your eyes. “Bradley, did you cum?”

No response. You open your eyes and your phone is black. You pick it up and turn the screen on.

The call was disconnected.

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“Row? Can you hear me?” Bradley pants, so so so close as the screen going black.

“Are you still there? Fuck!” He growls, picking up his phone to call you back. But it’s no use. ‘No service’ is all that comes up when he tries.

He hears frustrated voices in the hall, so he’s not the only one affected. He looks down at his throbbing erection and sighs before pulling his pants back on, hoping to find out what’s going on so he can call you back.

Bob is about to knock as he opens the door.

“Something was detected on sonar, so they cut the phones early. I got a text out to Sun before mine went, I’m sure she’ll let Row know.”

“Thanks, man”, he says flopping back on his bunk, reciting the flight manual in his head to get his cock back under control.

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A/N: I hope the queerbaiting doesn’t offend anyone—if you read Sunny’s story, you’ll see that she (like Rowan) gets off on teasing her man and loves turning him on at inappropriate times (can you tell I like it too?) I am pro-LGBTQI.

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[killsaki]

stay home ☆ you want to go out, but your step brother has other ideas.

ran haitani x f!reader

2k words | minors dni

cw / tw : stepcest, dubcon, fingering, oral (f! receiving, exhibitionism-ish, jealous/possessive undertones. — be so incredibly nice or i’ll deactivate.

“you’re not goin’ out in that, are you?” amethyst eyes peer over at you from where your step brother is sitting on the couch. it makes you stop for a second, pursing your lips while squinting at him, blinking a few times to hopefully convey your loss for words.

“now, why would that matter to you?” you tilt your head, shaking it. ran has never cared to speak on any decision you made before. not who you chose to hang around, when you chose to leave, and especially not what you wore. but ever since you came back from college, that seems to be all that comes out of his mouth.

“because ‘m older,” he shrugs. this summer is supposed to be for you, your dad and ran’s mom have vacations lined up back to back for the majority of it. so, you were going to do whatever the hell you wanted in your hometown before you transferred from your community college to the major university across the country—at least that was what you had been planning for the last two months. “and you should respect your elders.”

he doesn’t move from his seat, just spreads his arms along the back of the couch, rolling his head to look up at you, waiting for your eyes to meet his own before he gives you a small, disingenuous smile.

“and maybe ‘cause my mom told your dad i would keep an eye on you while they’re gone.” he turns back to whatever he had playing on the tv, raising his hips to adjust his seating.

“i dont need you to babysit me.” you grumble, walking towards where you lanyrd hangs by the front door to escape the conversation. only, of course, your designated hook is empty. “haitani.” 

“oh, guess you need these to leave, huh?” he doesn’t look back as he holds up your keys, shaking them tauntingly before wrapping the lanyard’s material around his fingers and pocketing them.

“give me my keys.” you sigh, dragging the words out like a pleading child. you already know this is going to be useless, if you learned anything from the past six years you’ve spent as a stepsibling to the two toned haired man, it’s that he gets off on tormenting others.

“i’m just looking out for you.” he almost sounds sincere, but then you make the mistake of looking at him. and even with the distance between you and where he’s now standing beside the couch—you can make out the look of sadistic amusement written all over his face.

“you can look out for my foot when i put it up your ass.” you smile tighty, making your way towards him.

“nah, i’m not into that.” he shakes his head, clearly not bothered by your words or the intimidating look you’re trying to give him.

you give up on talking, finding no use when everything that comes out of his mouth is just to tease you. he meets you in the middle of the kitchen, as soon as he’s close enough you try to get your keys, shoving your hand in his sweats pocket, but you find nothing—well, not anything metal. you find warmth, something much rounder, softer than your keys.

“pervert.”

with wide eyes and burning cheeks, you draw your hand back, pressing it to your chest.

“i just—i want my keys.” you blink, face burning as you look everywhere but up at the deep lavender eyes you can feel staring down at you.

“i know you just watched me put them in my other pocket.” you can feel your stomach turn at how he speaks so coolly. “if you wanted to touch my dick you could’ve just asked.”

“what?!” you cringe, finally looking back at him. “you’re disgusting.”

his eyes are low, an eyebrow raised, long braided hair accentuates his face. you realize you haven’t stood this close to him since you’d arrived, only now recognizing how different his stature is. he’s always been tall, but the few inches he’d grown, plus the weight he’d put on—it’d made all the difference.

“you’re the one who grabbed my dick.” he does that stupid shrug again as he licks his lips, not bothering to fight the smirk that plasters itself on his face. no longer bothering to hide how much he was enjoying tormenting you.

“on accident.” you retort, eyes falling to his other pocket, hesitant to try to retrieve the keys again.

“aw, sure.” he nods his head, looking back towards the living room—glancing down at you for a split second before walking that way, and like a needy toddler, you pad behind him.

“i didn’t mean to.” you argue again, though you know, that he knows that you really didn’t.

“whatever you say.” is all you get back.

“just give them to me!” you nearly run into his back when he suddenly stops just before the couch.

“okay,” he turns back to you, keys in his palm, pulling them out of the pocket they definitely were not originally put in. “you can fuck me for them.”

your jaw physically drops. you can only blink up at him. he looks down at you, head tilted to the side as he wants for your answer. your lanyard stays wrapped around his hand—the metal resting in the center of his palm, just an arm away.

“eat shit, haitani.” you try to put more bite in your words—but they come out weak. your arm extending in an attempt to snatch the keys, but he pulls back that much faster.

“gross.” he sneers, “you into that?” 

“you’re awful.” your face scrunches again in annoyance. “we’re related, you fuck.”

“hm, but we’re not?” he says it so cheerfully, like he’s so sure of himself. you’re sure he’s delighted you’ve been playing so far into his game.

“can i please just—” you try reaching for them again, to no avail. this time though, ran catches your wrist. you have no time to pull away before he bends it behind your back and uses it as leverage to push you down over the back of the couch.

“what was that?” you can feel his breath as he talks by your ear, body folded over your own. “please what?”

“ran—“ you cut yourself off with a gasp as you feel his dick rub against your ass.

“yeah?” he leans back, grinding his waist against yours. your tight clothing makes it easy to feel his hardening cock. “thought i was gross? you’re begging for me now?”

“as if,” you try to push yourself up, to jerk free from his grasp. but all that training has to be good for something. “just let me go ran!”

“aw, but you’re getting wet,” he notes out loud, his free hand coming between the two of you to adjust his cock so that it was pressing against your cunt with each roll of his hips. “‘can feel it through this stupid fucking skirt.”

it makes you pant, the warmth of it, the thickness—the dirty dirty thought of getting turned on this easily, and by him of all people.

“really want me to stop?” he asks softly, seemingly giving you an out. but the heat pooling between your legs, the image of his soft lavender eyes as you look over your shoulder at him, the way his eyelids hang low with lust, it clouds your mind too much for you to be logical.

you bite your bottom lip as you shake your head, keeping eye contact as the stupid god damn smirk reappears.

“yeah?” is the only thing you hear before the sound of ripping material.

“ran!” 

“shut up,” he tears the skirt a bit more, right down the seams it feels, and all you can do is lie there. “hate this shit.”

you’re about to open your mouth to say something else, to chastise him more but the press against your slit steals the words from your tongue.

“now these,” he runs his finger up and back down, pressing the wet, soft lace into your skin. “i like.”

you close your mouth, biting your lips in an attempt to silence the pathetic sounds building in your throat the second ran peels your underwear to the side. but it almost immediately becomes impossible with the way his fingertips feel against the most sensitive part of you.

he takes his time, pressing small circles around your clit and making your knees wobble before retracting back to tease your entrance and watching as your hips try to push back on him.

“ran, please.” you drag out, impatience coursing through your veins right along with the small bits of pleasure he’s allowing you.

“now you are begging for me.” he chuckles lightly, but gives in and presses his middle finger into your cunt down to the knuckle. “thought i was mean? or was it disgusting?”

he adds another before you can even think to form a response. you can feel every curve of his slim, long digits as they drag out of you slowly before he presses them back in and rolls his wrist. nowy you do press back on them, trying to fuck yourself on them, desperate for what he’s not giving.

“so desperate, i thought you didn’t wanna fuck your step brother?” you hear his voice lower, feel his body crouch behind you. but the hold on your wrist, the fingers in your heat don’t move an inch. “who’s gross now?”

he nudges your legs apart with his knees, and however he does it—you can’t see anything but the black given to you by the couch cushion you've shoved your face into, you feel him lick up his own fingers, lick along your slit and attach his lips to your clit immediately sucking in pulses.

“fuck, fuck—” you can feel your legs about to give out, and he must feel it too because the hold on your arm is gone and is now bruising at the curve of your ass. he kneeds at the soft skin, as his other hand starts to rotate, fingers curling in against your soft walls in attempt to find that spot that’ll have you creaming on his face.

it only takes seconds for him to find it, even shorter for you to start chanting out his name as you grind down against him. doing all you can to hold yourself up, you can’t even think about the feeling of his stupid fucking lips smirking against your pussy as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. because even as your legs quake, your cunt spasms and gives him what he’s been working for, he doesn’t let up.

you attempt to move away but you’re far too weak in the legs, too weak everywhere to even really try. thank god your phone rings from where it somehow fell on the floor.

“yeah?” you hear him answer, though his fingers still push against your clamping walls languidly. 

“no shit, this is mitsuya, huh?” he laughs darkly, pushing his fingers deeper, rougher inside you and it makes your stomach drop. “nah, my sister’s not coming out tonight.”

you hear silence behind the speaker between your overstimulated pants, and then ran is up again, fingers withdrawing from your cunt. and you try to catch your breath, but your sweet step brother doesn’t give you a chance before the phone is held up to your ear.

“go on, tell him you’re not coming out.” he says, moving behind you to drop his sweats.

mitsuya says your name through the phone hesitantly. you were supposed to drive across town to meet him and his friends, spend the night at his place. and you knew it was a bad idea the moment you agreed to it, that ran—even as nonchalant as he was about you before—would most definitely be pissed if he was to find out. and if you weren’t dripping down your thighs with arousal, your mind wasn’t fuzzy from the movement of ran loudly running the tip of his heavy cock along your slit; you probably would bite your tongue right now before giving away that you were fucking your stepbrother.

or maybe you’d question why ran didn’t have that much of a reaction to who was on the line.

but the feeling of him kissing your nape and lining himself up with your entrance pulls all thought from your head and you rush out something so you can just get the fuck off the phone and fully focus on pleasure.

“‘can’t come out—” you gasp as he presses the thick head of him past your entrance. “i have something to do at home.”

repost of a repost ! (my fic tho!)

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[maddogofshimano]

Zhao Character Story

This was requested by the giveaway winner @trixibebe​ ! Hopefully it is worth the wait! I love Zhao a lot so this was great to do

Summary: Zhao’s been informed that one of his long time friends is planning a coup against him, and will be eliminated. This quickly turns into a manhunt--and cathunt--as Zhao faces down his old friend.

Ijincho, Yokohama, has the underground ruled by 3 powers, commonly known as the "Ijin Three". This is a story about one of those people, a few years after the boss of the Liumang had been replaced by Zhao Tianyou... Qing Jin, Ijincho Close Associate of Zhao: ...Tianyou-sama. Regarding the matter with "Jin". (Tl note: the name is 陳 which as usual could be a lot of readings. I went with Jin, but Chen might be more accurate if I were keeping with how localization does it. separately, calling him Tianyou-sama instead of Zhao-sama is interesting)

Zhao: Which Jin do you mean by Jin? Associate: Jin Yangming. (Tl note: okay yeah a name. I am guessing on specific readings as per usual) Zhao: Hmm~? What's Jin-kun done? Did he get a stomach ache? Associate: This is a serious matter. I've long had misgivings about him being a traitor. Zhao: ..... Associate: Recently he's been even more suspicious, so I had an internal investigation check it out. The result-- Associate: We learned that he's been gathering members from within the organization to stage a coup. Zhao: Are you sure there hasn't been a mistake? Jin-kun doesn't have the guts for that.

Associate: No, I'm certain of this information. Zhao: Hmmmm.... Associate: ...By all rights, the planners should have been purged as soon as it was discovered. It never would have needed to be reported. Associate: That man... It's only because Jin is an old friend of yours that it's being brought to your attention. Zhao: So he's a friend of mine. That doesn't mean he's a good person. Associate: It's been decided to do the purge tomorrow night. Just so you're informed. Zhao: ...Gotcha. Knock 'em dead.

Fierce-looking Man: ........

[a shuttered door opens] Zhao: Yo, Jin. How's the beef ramen taste? Jin Yangming: Zhao....! Zhao: Same as ever, this shop's my fave. Zhao: But the stir-fried Chinese cabbage is so good. You know how the garlic really pops? Zhao: Ah, but you were eating Chinese cabbage until two years ago, right? Did you get tired of eating it? Or is it due to your lady friend~? Jin: .......... Zhao: Oh yeah, how's your cat doing, Ranran-chan? It's just 2 years old. It's an indoor cat, right? Jin: ....I can tell you've been monitoring my activities closely. Let's just cut right to the chase then. Zhao: That right? Well, how about we do that. Zhao: Some of the elders in the group, they seem to have caught wind of your little plan. Jin: ....I figured as much. Zhao: The purge is planned for tomorrow night. Couldn't you save your own life by offering yourself up right now? Jin: Your father was a cruel and strict leader, but he had a passion for protecting the immigrants of this city. Jin: But what about you? You don't protect us Liumang at all. Acknowledging you as our leader... how could I do that?

Zhao: So you're throwing a coup? Man, you've always been way too extreme. Jin: ...Thanks for the food. I'll leave the cash for it, boss. [he leaves] Zhao: ...Haaaaa~.

The next night

[people are rushing down the street] Liumang Member: Jin went this way! Don't let him escape!!

Jin: Shit...! Zhao: I got it. Jin: Zhao...! Zhao: But I do gotta ask. What's the point in doing this? Jin: Shut up.... At least I'll be able to deal with you! [they fight, Zhao kicks his ass] Zhao: Hey, how you doing Jin? You had enough?

Jin: Shit... You're fucking dodging non-stop... Associate: Wait! Jin! Jin: ....Tch! [he runs off] Zhao: Tsk tsk tsk... He managed to get away. Associate: You all go after Jin. He absolutely cannot be allowed to escape!

Associate: Are you safe? Zhao: Fit as a fiddle. Associate: To correct the blunder of allowing him to flee, the general foot soldiers have been mobilized. Zhao: OK. Well then, let's seal off the entrances and exits to the district.

Zhao: Be sure to get the sewers and river too, anything that can be used to leave. We want him trapped like a rat. Associate: On it. I'll get it started. Zhao: Alrighty, now do I start my own punishment for the traitor?

[END PART 1]

Liumang A: Oi, did you find that Jin bastard?

Liumang B: Nah, the room was totally empty. He must have come back once and then ran off again. Liumang A: I see.... With the district sealed off he's trapped like a rat. He has to be hiding somewhere here. Liumang A: You guys stay here and kill Jin if he returns. No mercy for traitors! Liumang B: Yes sir! [he leaves] Liumang B: ....Do we really need to keep watch on this place? It's not like Jin-san's gonna come back to his house when he's being chased. Liumang C: Yeahhh. But Jin-san's really boned now. How could he even consider something like a coup? Liumang B: If he gets caught, they're going to turn him into manju filling. Still, I can sorta see why he might not agree with our new nepotism boss. (Tl note: for those unaware, manju is a stuffed bun. also nepotism is a liiiitle bit of a stretch but he is complaining that Zhao just got the job because his dad was the previous boss) Zhao: Excuuuse me. New nepotism boss here. Relying on things like heritage isn't very rational, is it?

Liumang B: B-Boss!? I-I'm sorry!! I was... Zhao: It's all good, man. But maybe watch your back better when you're in the mood for griping. Zhao: ...This here is Jin's house, yeah? You already checked it out? Liumang B: Y-Yes sir. We checked thoroughly for anything that might indicate where he fled to, but nothing turned up. Zhao: Hmmmmm... I gotcha. Was there a cat inside? Liumang B: A-A cat? No, there wasn't one... Zhao: So he took his beloved cat with him... I see. Zhao: Sorry for the bother. ...How bout you keep up the great work as look outs~. [Zhao leaves] Liumang B: Geez... I'm just glad I didn't get turned into manju filling.... [at a different set of apartments, a doorbell rings] Stern man: ...Yeah? Who is it? (Tl note: are these the same apartments you visit in LJ? haven't they been through enough??)

Zhao: Yoooo, Taka. Hope you don't mind me barging in for a sec~. Heyyy~ as I thought this place is pretty nice. Is this stuff for a pet? (Tl note: his name is 王 which has a bunch of possible readings, Taka was a very arbitrary pick) Liumang Taka: Wh-... Boss...!? Zhao: Aw you don't have to call me boss, it's fine~. You're one of the people who disagrees with my hereditary placement, aren't you? Taka: No, that's not... Zhao: It's chill if you do. I'm not here to blame you for anything. Zhao: Actually, I'm here cause I think Jin's cat is here. ...Ranran-cha~n, are you here~? [Ranran meows at Zhao] Taka: !? Zhao: Hey, that hurt~. Zhao: Since it seemed like Jin took his cat when he ran, I've been hitting up all the homes of the anti-hereditary faction to see which ones could keep a pet~. Zhao: So, Taka... This is Jin's cat that you're taking care of, yeah? Taka: No... you've got it all wrong. This is my cat. Come get some food, Ran. Zhao: ...Hmmm~. Is that it. This looks an awful lot like Jin's cat, you know. Zhao: A black and white persian with odd eyes, how'd you end up with one that's just got so many similarities? Taka: ...I saw Ranran and wanted to get a kitten just like it. I also took the name from it. Zhao: Hmmm~ ...But, well, the little bit of thick black fur on the underside of its tail shouldn't be exactly the same as Ranran's, right? Zhao: Just let me check that real quick. Taka: No, you don't need to. It's there. It truly is a miraculous resemblance. Zhao: ........Wooow~, that's a hell of a coincidence. But, hmm, it doesn't seem like this cat has any thick fur like that? Taka: Eh!? Zhao: What I said was a lie, actually. The real Ranran doesn't have any black fur on the underside of its tail. Zhao: Oooh bad luck~. You fell for the oldest trick in the book. Taka: Guh.... uuhh..... uraaaaahghhhh!!!! Zhao: Woah there, I'm not letting you run. I've got a mountain of questions I gotta ask you now. Taka: G-Get ready!! You're already going to kill me...! I'll have to kill you instead to make my escape!!!! [they fight, Zhao wins] Taka: S-So strong... Why's some nepotism baby that strong...

Zhao: Well that's a hurtful thing to say. I've never once lost a fight, you know?

Zhao: Well now that the persuasion session is over... Talk to me~. Where's Jin? Zhao: Since you tried to escape, it doesn't seem like you're hiding him in your house. Taka: I-I don't know... I was just supposed to look after Jin-san's cat for him when it came time for him to escape. Taka: I really don't know anything else.... Zhao: ....You understand from before that you can't lie to me, right? Taka: I-It's not a lie!!!! I really wasn't told anything else!! Please believe me!! Zhao: .................Yeah, okay~. I believe you. Not like you have any room left to lie. Zhao: .........But just to be safe, how about you show me around this place. Zhao: ...Yep, no hidden rooms or signs of another person living here. Seems like he really isn't here. Zhao: Well, hiding in another anti-hereditary faction members' house is basically asking to be caught. Zhao: Sooo... He probably dropped the cat off and went directly to wherever he's hiding. Taka: Y-Yes sir... He wasn't able to bring Ranran with him... so he really stressed how important it was that I look after it... Taka: He knew I had raised and loved a cat, so he believed I would be trustworthy... Zhao: ...Hey Taka, what are some of the things that cats don't like? Taka: Things they don't like...? There's a lot. Hot stuff, the sound of the vacuum cleaner, water...  Taka: Besides those... really strong smells can be bad. All of that varies on the individual cat, though. Zhao: Really strong smells, huh... [flashback] Zhao: Yo, Jin. How's the beef ramen taste?

Zhao: But the stir-fried Chinese cabbage is so good. You know how the garlic really pops? Zhao: Ah, but you were eating Chinese cabbage until two years ago, right? Did you get tired of eating it? Or is it due to your lady friend~? Jin: .......... Zhao: Oh yeah, how's your cat doing, Ranran-chan? It's just 2 years old. It's an indoor cat, right? [flashback over] Zhao: .....I probably got it~. Jin's location. Taka: Eh....?

[END PART 2]

[the sound of the door to the restaurant opening] Zhao: Table for one, please~.

Owner of the Chinese Restaurant: ....Your seat is right this way. Here's some water. Once you decide on your order... Zhao: Owner-san, do you remember me? The other day I was here with a regular named Jin. Owner: ....Ah, so you're Jin's acquaintance. I don't know if something happened, but he hasn't been by recently. Zhao: Is that so~. Jin was a regular here, but you had a private relationship with him too, right? (Tl note: 🤨 🏳️‍🌈 ❓ ) Owner: ...It was a pretty limited relationship. Occasionally we went fishing together. Zhao: Hmmmmmmmm~ ...For having such a limited relationship, it's awfully kind of you to be sheltering Jin from the Yokohama Liumang currently chasing him. Owner: Eh? H-Hold on, where are you going!! Zhao: ...Bathroom~ at least I was planning to, but you're really jumpy huh, Owner-san. Zhao: Could that be becauuuse~.... if I take a single look into the backroom I'll see that Jin is hiding there? Owner: !? Zhao: Looks like I got it in one.... Jin, how about you come out already? All the exits are blocked, you're not getting away again. [Jin exits the back room] Jin: ......How did you know I'd be here?

Zhao: Because you left Ranran with Taka. Jin: ........What? Zhao: You dote on your beloved cat. Therefore you would have taken it with you. But you didn't. Zhao: So the only explanation is that you must have gone to hide somewhere that you couldn't bring Ranran. Zhao: There's plenty of reasons I could think of why you wouldn't take Ranran. Safety, preference, the noise it makes... Zhao: However, you have connections with the Liumang and it's difficult to do a quick investigation, you could have established some trust, and you couldn't take Ranran... Zhao: So that made me think that the only place to hide must be Jinhua. This place reeks of garlic, which Ranran doesn't like. (Tl note: the store name is 金華 and could be some other readings but Jinhua is the reading for the city in China) Jin: ...How the hell did you know that Ranran doesn't like the smell of garlic? Zhao: Well, I didn't know about it originally. Zhao: I just noticed that the time when you stopped eating this place's famous stir-fried Chinese cabbage was the same time that you got Ranran. Zhao: ...That's when the lightbulb went off. Zhao: You started eating beef ramen without any garlic because Ranran hated it, right? Jin: .....Heh, you really solved that. You're a lot more clever than I thought. Zhao: Well, I'm a pretty capable kid, you know~. Jin: You've exceeded my expectations. But, after surrounding the shop and blocking all the exits isn't this a little naïve? Zhao: Hm? What's naïve about it? Jin: Coming at me alone!! I'm going to take you hostage and get the hell out of this town!! [they fight, Zhao wins] Jin: Wh-What was that power....

Jin: Shit... Just kill me already. Call in your men and make an example out of me. Zhao: Ahh, that was a lie actually. The only person here is just me. Jin: What the hell...? Zhao: In 2 hours, there will be a 5 minute gap in the guards at the Jinhua bridge. You can use that to get out of the sealed district. Zhao: I just came here to say that. Well then, good luck. Jin: ! H-Hey...! Hold on! Why are you doing this... Zhao: As long as it saves lives, I'm fine doing anything. Jin: This ain't fine! I just tried to kill you! What sort of game are you playing at...!? Zhao: ...Haaa, don't you know people don't like guys who can't take a hint? Zhao: Just to be perfectly clear, you know how I'm the boss of the organization? So that means I have no choice but to make an example out of you. Zhao: I've known you for a long time. Besides-- Zhao: Since I was the boss's son, everyone treated me like some kind of cancerous growth, but you never had any restraint even with me. Zhao: That pissed me the hell off... but really that isn't a bad thing. Jin: Zhao... Zhao: Well, that's all there is to say on that. Enjoy your second chance at life. See yaaaa. [Zhao leaves] Jin: ....I'm sorry, Zhao....

A short time later....

Associate: ...And since then, we haven't been able to locate Jin. He may have left Japan by now.

Zhao: My bad? I messed up on my initial call. I'm sure he must have left the city by then. Zhao: I'm sorry for being an unreliable boss. I'll be sure to work harder next time. Associate: ....We'll see if that happens. Zhao: Hm? Did you say something? Associate: No... Until next time.

[END]

BONUS TIME!

I love Zhao. he just goes around lying to people for fun. his two great loves in life are fucking with people and being a ginormous softie

Whenever I ran a line through deepl to doublecheck something it really really really wanted to call Zhao a girl due to all the tildes he uses lol. Zhao’s got 5 cards which is a pretty solid amount, including these two KSRs

that’s it for now! look forward to two more posts in the near future! I’ve got an event and equipment to share!!

#zhao #zhao tianyou #tianyou zhao #rggo #ryu ga gotoku online #yakuza online #like a dragon #ryu ga gotoku #if you saw my brief post about a different winner that I deleted that person ended up declining and then IIIIIIII... #just never made a second post lol #which really I should have checked with them first I guess so that's on me

[k8fics]

Ruined Legacy

My Way to Freedom

summary: Based off “My Way” by Frank Sinatra; Joel & Ellie find a curled up woman in a farmhouse with a freshly dead guy outside — Episode 1 of the ‘Ruined Tragedy’

rating: R - just reader’s backstory & character building (my bad), some joel splattered in there tho, she cannot catch a break, abusive/toxic relationship (not joel), murder, brutally killings, dead parents, captivity (kinda? idk man), thoughts of suicide, cussing, hopefully that’s all

And now the end is near

And so I face the final curtain

I still remember how my mother woke me up that night; tears streamed down her face, and her entire body shook. How she frantically grabbed my hand, pulled me towards the basement door, sat me down on the cold ground, and told me to wait down there while she received a call for help from my father.

I still remember how I stared at the small window, covered by the dusty curtain. How the lights from the outside world showed through the glass, the orange hues, the flashes of car lights, the shadows of people’s feet running away.

I still remember waking up down there. This time, my parents were with me, arguing over each other. My mother paced with her arms flailing out, my father leaning on the concrete wall with his arms crossed.

“We can’t just leave! You heard the TV, we’re instructed to stay inside!” She yelled.

“And you saw what’s out there. We have to get out of here, who knows if they’ll start bombing again.” He said calmly. She only sighed in response, stopping and looking directly at me.

I stayed silent, still acting like I’m asleep. But she could tell I was awake. Mom always could tell. She walked over to me, with a smile. Although, the smile was fake. I could tell she was scared.

She put her hands on my face, I leaned into her. “Hey, baby... We gotta go, let’s start packing.” She said, pulling me up.

As I walked to my room, and she walked to hers, I looked out the window. Your neighbor’s house still burning from the night before, the ground covered in blood and ash. The world has gone to complete shit.

My friend, I’ll say it clear

I’ll state my chase of which I’m certain

“Who the fuck are you?”

Your thoughts were interrupted by a gravelly voice. You looked up to see a girl and a man. You glanced around to see you were in the same room you had been stewing in for the past day.

You opened your mouth to speak, lips cracked from the lack of moisture. “..I stay here.” You stated, not in the most cohesive terms though.

The man still had his gun pointed at you, looking at you and then at your surroundings. “So why is there a freshly dead guy on your porch?” It was like he was a detective investigating you. Although, a detective’s attitude would be less intimidating than his.

“I killed him.”

I’ve lived a life that’s full

I travelled each and every highway

And more, much more than this

I did it my way

My father was always a survivalist. He taught me how to make a fire out of sticks, how to hunt — even when I was begging him not to make me shoot an innocent creature, — and, starting last year, how to defend myself.

He said something about ‘it was better to be prepared and nothing happen than to be unprepared and have something happen.’ I guess he was right, at least we’re prepared. Though, I don’t think he expected his 16-year-old daughter to be using these skills so soon.

After the first month of walking through decaying neighborhoods, buildings, and streets, I was put on map duty. I didn’t mind it, it helped me think. I didn’t want to think about who and what was lost, how all my friends were gone, how my life and future were ruined.

Regrets I’ve had a few

But then again, too few to mention

I did what I had to do

And saw it through without exception

The walking was the worst part, and although the pain in my feet was unbearable, the pain of walking away from the only life I’ve ever known hurt more. I wished I could have told that guy in my 3rd period I liked him, I wished I told my friends I loved them more, and I wished I could be with them without my parents grieving my death.

I wish I didn’t have to kill. Even though it was only a few, it kept me up at night. I would close my eyes and only see their bloodied faces. I would fall asleep and see them beside me.

I tried so hard to not let it get to me. I had to do it. If not for them, it would’ve been me. Maybe it would’ve been me.

I planned each chartered course

Each careful step along the byway

And more, much more than this

I did it my way

My parents met Tim as they were going on a supply run while we were stationed at an old house. He had been staying in the overgrown convenient store tending to his wounds when they came in.

Dad said the man didn’t even put his gun up just kept his hands above his hands. Mom said he showed them a bunch of supplies that hadn’t expired. They said he was a good man.

I had just planned our next ‘trip’ when they brought him. He was pushy and, honestly, very arrogant. Even if he didn’t show it around my parents. He wasn’t ugly, but I had no attraction toward him.

“I guess he’s just not my type.” I told my mom when she asked why I didn’t ‘give him a chance.’

She laughed at my response, “Well honey, just give him a chance. It’s been 6 years since you went on a date-“

Before she could speak further I interrupted her, “Yeah Mom, 6 years since the world went to shit. I don’t need some guy to protect me, you know? I have you guys for that.”

And she laughed. God, I missed her laugh.

Yes, there were times, I’m sure you knew

When I bit off more than I could chew

It had only been a few months since Tim joined us. I could see something was wrong with him. His eyebrows were always furrowed like he was trying to figure out the hardest math problem. His jaw clenched when my dad talked to him, sometimes I thought he was going to hit him.

To my dismay, he was much pushier. He would constantly want to be around me, he would always go with me on my runs, and, worst of all, he would not stop asking me out.

After the tenth time that week, I had enough. “Where would you take me out to, Tim? What? The woods? The old diner down the street that’s infested with the infected? Oh! Or do you want to go to the shed by the creek where the clickers are?” I said, no yelled.

His face changed completely. The cocky smile contorted into the same expression that scared me throughout these months. “You’re going to regret saying that.” That’s all he said before walking towards his place of residency for the time being.

Later that night, I woke up to several grunts and pleas. As I tried to move my hands up to rub my face, I realized that my body had been attached to a rope wrapped around a tree. I looked around at my surroundings, I was outside in an open area in the woods. In front of me were my parents in the same predicament as myself.

I called for them. They didn’t respond, both of them looking off to the side. I turned my head as much as I could to see what they were looking at. To my shock, it was Tim standing there. Leaned up on a tree, axe in hand. When I called for him instead, that’s when all three of them turned to look at me.

My mom looked like she had been crying for hours. My father looked furious, a face I hadn’t seen in a long time, his face was bruised and bloody. His right eye was swollen shut and his nose bleeding. Tim looked the opposite, he was clean like he had taken a shower moments before, although, his knuckles were bleeding, and his face. God, he looked ecstatic.

He walked over to me, his axe still gripped tightly in his hand. He looked down at me before placing a hand on my face. I flinched, his face looked like it did that afternoon prior.

“You should’ve just except my fucking date. Now, look at what you made me do.” He said.

I shook my head, “Please... My sorry, please don’t do this.” I pled, but all he did was walk over to my parents.

I scream at him for what felt like an eternity but his back still faced me. He only looked at me when he got in the face of my mother. When I looked into his eyes, I knew he wasn’t going to stop, no matter what I did.

I watched him kill them both with the axe. I couldn’t protect them. I could only cry. The most undeserving deaths. Just for what? A date?

He came over to me quickly after killing them both. I had stared at their corpses for so long that I hadn’t noticed him cutting the rope. I ran to them as soon as I was free. Not long after, he came after me.

But through it all when there was doubt

I ate it up and spit it out

I faced it all and I stood tall

And did it my way

I remember when Tim took me from my home. The way he would talk about my parents was like they were some problem in my life. How I didn’t need them, I was too old anyways. It felt like he was jealous of it all, that I had my family and he didn’t. I found sympathy in him, in a way.

‘Maybe it’s the Stockholm Syndrome kicking in.’ I would think. But then again, he murdered my parents because I wouldn’t date him. Who the fuck does that.

One time I brought it up to him, which landed me on the ground with a hard punch in the face. I didn’t talk for the rest of our travel.

One year later, he found a farmhouse. It was impressive, basically taken out of a Hallmark movie. Though my impression of it changed when I got to the children’s rooms, it didn’t take long for him to start commenting about how we should ‘fill them up.’ Fucking disgusting.

I’ve loved, I’ve laughed, and cried

I’ve had my fill, my share of losing

After 13 years of being here, I learned to live — or survive as I like to call it — with him. Sure, I tried to escape a few times, but it never worked out in my favor.

The first time I left, I was gone for a week. I lived in the woods, trying to find some haven which was harder than it looked, considering I didn’t have any access to a map or any weapons. Tim confiscated everything on me the day we left my parents’ rotting bodies.

He found me curled up behind a tree, facing a creek. Fighting him never worked. No amount of self-defense could ever get him down without a weapon. He was bigger than me, and when a stick didn’t work, I gave up.

All the escapes after had been futile, he had set up traps in the woods close to the house, knowing I couldn’t walk on the trail without him seeing me on his day-night searches.

He wanted me to be a stay-at-home-whatever-the-fuck. So fucking be it. I won’t lie, I played the part as much as I could. Whatever would get him to leave me alone. It didn’t work sometimes, but it did for the most part.

So I “loved” him. If love is making him food, cleaning his messes, cleaning his clothes, and letting him hug me.

I laughed at his stupid jokes that I had heard a million times before this shit show.

I cried at night when I had to share a bed with him. Feeling guilty that I couldn’t do anything about this predicament, that I couldn’t find a single sharp thing that could kill him or myself.

And now, as tears subside

I find it all so amusing

He left early that day, earlier than usual. When I woke up he was gone, only leaving a note saying he had gone on another supply run. I scoffed as if we don’t have enough.

I barely know where he goes these days, you would think after all these years, he had found every single store or house, but I guess not.

As I walked to the kitchen, I noticed something abnormal on the table designated for Tim’s backpack. It was a fucking knife.

‘He must’ve left it there when he was searching through it.’ I thought. “Dumbass.” That was all I said before quickly grabbing the handle and pocketing it.

Soon after I was done making eggs — still don’t know where he gets the eggs from, he could’ve at least told me that — he came back. I gave him a short greeting before putting the two plates on the table and sitting down. He sat down next to me, both of us not uttering a single word. It was nice, the silence.

I got up as soon as I was done, cleaning off my plate. Before I could leave, I was entrapped by his arms, pulling me into his chest. I scowl, still not used to touching the horrendous man.

“I love you.” He said. “I-“ Before he could speak any further, I reached behind me and stabbed him the first place I could reach, his left shoulder.

He released me and stumbled away, giving me time to run to the door. As soon as I unlocked and opened the door, I was pushed to the ground, landing on my back onto the dirt in the front yard. Tim was on top of me, panting heavily, his blood and spit dripping down onto my face. I struggled with him as his hands tried to find a way to my neck.

My hands faltered for a millisecond, allowing him to wrap his hands around my neck. I fought with him once more, arms and legs flailing, trying to get him off of me. My attempts were futile. The harder I fought, the harder he gripped my neck.

He smiled menacingly when he saw me losing strength, “You spoiled fucking bitch. After everything I’ve done for you, this is how you're fucking repaying me? Stabbing me with my knife?” He screamed in my face, as I sobbed and kicked.

I accepted my fate, me dying in the hands of the man that has made my life miserable, at least he would leave me alone now. “I should’ve killed you right in front of your mama and daddy.” He said.

Something snapped in me. Sure, maybe it was adrenaline, maybe it was the hatred I consumed for him for years. But I like to think my parents wanted me to avenge their deaths.

To think I did all that

And may I say, not in a shy way

Oh no, oh no, not me

I did it my way

As soon as my right hand felt the unfamiliar, cold object, I quickly grabbed it and hit him once in the head with as much force as I could gain. He was on the ground instantaneously. I got up on her feet taking a few breaths before pulling myself into a defensive position. My hands up and set on the metal pipe securely, eyes focused on the battered man’s wheezing form.

To my surprise, he stayed on the ground, back facing me as he groaned in pain. I stepped closer and kicked him in his backside. “Fucking look at me, you coward.” I snarled, “Look at what you fucking did to me!” I screamed at him, kicking him once more.

This time he decided to look at me. Eyes moving towards me away from the afternoon sky, “Please, Y/N. Don’t do this to me, baby.” He pled with me. And for a second, I thought about letting him go, but I knew that wouldn’t stop him from trying to find me. This had to end.

I took one step towards his battered body before speaking, “I fucking trusted you. My parents trusted you, and you murdered them like it was nothing! You wanted me to think it was nothing!” I screamed, letting out every single emotion I had felt throughout these years. “I have hated you ever since that night. You didn’t fucking save me! You’re a murdering waste of space.” I admitted.

“I saved you.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at his statement. “You didn’t save me. You ruined me.” I said, before hitting him again. I repeated myself once more before hitting him again for good measure.

For what is a man, what has he got?

If not himself, then he has naught

When I was done, the man was unrecognizable. His face caved in, bruises showed through the cracks of his clothes, and dirt covered most of his backside. I looked at the body for what felt like an eternity.

I didn’t drop the pipe in her hand until she made herself back inside the house. Closing the door behind me, walking to the kitchen where I once was. I picked up the knife that Tim had pulled out of his arm, placing it in my back pocket.

I looked around the house, an eery silence following me. As glad as I was that he was gone, the loneliness crept behind me. Not that I’d miss that ugly son of a bitch anyways.

My hands darted to the bags that he had left when he departed, quickly going up to them and ripping them open. There wasn’t much for me, Tim was quite a hoarder. He collected unnecessary things. The bag was no different, besides the cans of food and water bottles, the rest was unneeded random objects. Multiple different pans, silverware, and cups. Clothes that would neither fit him nor myself.

I glanced at his backpack that was left on the table, I aggressively grabbed it and looked through it. For whatever reason, he never let me look through it. Something about him sharing everything with me and he deserved privacy. It was laughable considering that he would do monthly checks of the house looking for secret hiding places where I would put my plans of escape.

I completely emptied the bag, object sprawling all over the ground. I rummaged through them, I stopped when I found a piece of jewelry. “Fucking bastard.” I cursed. It was my mom’s, she said one day, it would be mine. Some kind of generation gift I guess.

When I looked further, I found more of my things from so long ago. It was surprising that he kept all these things but wanted me to let go of all of them, even my parents.

I found my old diary, the mp3 player my dad gave me, and a dusty picture of my family that I had kept under my pillow when my parents were still alive. I called him a bunch of insults before picking up what you wanted and packing them into the, once Tim’s, book bag.

Before I started packing my clothes, I passed a mirror and stopped. I inspected myself, my face covered in his blood, my hands still red from the cold pipe outside, and possibly from Tim’s blood.

I rubbed my face, expecting it to come off easily but it had dried faster than I had originally thought. I rubbed more aggressively, eyes tearing up, whispering, “You ruined me.”

To say the things he truly feels

And not the words of one who kneels

The record shows I took the blows

“Tim was a bad man who murdered my parents,” At that the man’s hold on the gun falters, but still stands his ground, “and kidnapped me. I tried to escape, he tried to strangle me, and I killed him with a pipe.” You summarized.

The girl behind the man sighed, “Joel put the gun down, she doesn’t even have a weapon on her.” She tried to convince him.

You made a face, “Actually, there’s a knife in my back pocket.” You said, making them both turn to look at you.

The man, seemingly named Joel, sighed, “Stand up.” You quickly followed his orders. He reached behind you and smoothly grabbed the knife from your pocket, hands brushing over your ass. “Alright, I believe ya. But I saw that guy’s body, I know what you’re capable of. Do you wanna go somewhere else?” He asks, hovering over you for a few seconds after he stopped talking. He took you in before backing away.

“Only if I get to keep the pipe.” You bargained.

Joel scoffed, “Here’s the deal; I’ll keep the pipe safe until we can trust you, 'kay?”

“Deal.”

And did it my way

-

jesus christ this is so long y’all… hopefully grammarly does me justice bc i’m not reading all of this 😭

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Beyond Rumours

Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader

Chapter Ten

Summary: Y/n is a Malfoy. A Pureblood. A pretentious, blood-status-loving Slytherin. At least, those are the rumours, but since when has Remus Lupin ever really cared about rumours?

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1.1K

A/N: birthday post!

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REMUS LUPIN

Friday, 21st of October 1977

My joints ached as I lay in the hospital wing. Last night had been a rough full moon. The wolf had left a lot of cuts and scratches, but they were nothing new. Madam Pomfrey had given me a healing tonic, and had said that I'd be able to leave at break. So I waited for the first two periods to pass (double Transfiguration) before I headed to the Gryffindor common room, hoping to find my friends waiting there for me.

"You alright, Moony?" James asked as soon as I entered the common room. It was pretty empty, with only the Marauders, Lily, and a few fifth-years occupying it.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I replied, sitting down beside Peter, who was reading over his Transfiguration homework.

"I have your notes," Lily added, handing them to me.

She sat next to James, their thighs touching, and both of their faces slightly pink. I hoped that they'd get together soon – seven years of listening to James pine over Lily was driving me up the walls.

Break was over too quickly, and we walked to the dungeons for Potions. Slughorn paired us up again – I was lucky enough to get paired with Y/n, while James got Lily. We sat at the same table, and we were told to start a brew on an antidote to Veritaserum. Y/n helped me a lot, and I felt bad that I was so exhausted from the full moon that I couldn't be of more use. But she didn't seem to mind – in fact, she seemed to be in her element, chopping up ingredients and ordering me around. I found that I didn't mind it.

Class was over too quickly, and then we were all walking to the Great Hall for lunch.

"Oh, Remus, would you be able to look over my Transfiguration homework?" Y/n asked hopefully.

"Yeah, of course," I replied, maybe a bit too quickly. "I could, um... I could do it now, at lunch, if you want."

Y/n smiled widely and nodded.

"Thank you so much, Remus," she said. "I'll just go grab it."

She turned to the staircase and started to go up, causing me to pause.

"Hey... Y/n," I said slowly, "isn't the Slytherin common room back that way?"

I pointed in the direction we'd come, towards the dungeons. Y/n looked back and sighed before slowly walking down the stairs and back to me.

"Well, the password to the common room is something horrific and Reg and I refuse to say it," she explained, looking at the floor. "So... we're sleeping in a broom closet."

I waited for her to laugh, to say, just kidding! It's a joke, but her face was slightly crestfallen. A broom closet? I blinked and shook my head slightly in shock.

"A – a broom closet?" I repeated, and she nodded. "I – have you spoken to Slughorn?"

"He can't do anything about it," she shrugged, seemingly defeated. "He said that we have to wait a month 'til it can be changed."

I stared at her in horror of the situation, and she shifted nervously.

"I'll... uh... grab my homework, then," she suggested. "Meet you in the Great Hall?"

"I – oh... yeah..."

Y/n gave me a small smile before heading up the stairs again, and left me standing in my spot.

It wasn't hard to guess what the password had been changed to. Lily had been called it at least once on a weekly basis, and I'd even gotten it a few times. Mudblood. The fact that Y/n refused to say it made me much more sure about my decision to be her friend.

I walked to the Great Hall, my stomach rumbling louder than I'd like to admit. Around the full moon I was always really hungry. Sirius waved me over to the table and I sat down beside him before serving food onto my plate.

No matter how much I ate, though, the thought of Y/n and Regulus living in a broom closet wouldn't leave my mind.

"Hey, Remus, are you okay?" Lily asked softly.

I looked at her to see she was regarding me with worry and concern. I realised that I'd been so lost in thought about Y/n's living situation that I'd not been paying attention to anything that was being said.

"Did you know that Y/n and Regulus are living in a broom closet?" I blurted. "The password to the Slytherin dorms changed to the m-word, and Y/n and Regulus refuse to say it, so they're living in a broom closet."

As soon as the words left my mouth I wished I could take them back. Y/n and Regulus probably didn't want me telling everyone about it...

"That's horrific!" Lily exclaimed. "They should stay with us, in the tower. We have enough room in our dorm to conjure a bed for Y/n."

"We could conjure a bed for Regulus, too," James added. "They shouldn't have to live in a broom closet."

The four of them nodded at each other, proud of their decision. Y/n decided to arrive at this time.

"Hey," she said breathlessly, handing me her parchment. "Thank you again so much."

"It's – it's not a problem," I assured.

She smiled and started to walk to the Slytherin table, so I stood up quickly, bumping the table and nearly tripping over the bench in my haste. I heard Sirius snort into his pumpkin juice but ignored it.

"Y/n, wait," I said, stepping over the bench and managing not to fall over. She paused and turned, and I stepped closer to her. "You could stay in our dorms."

She cocked her head and raised an eyebrow, and I realised how that must have sounded.

"Wait, I meant... Regulus can stay in our dorms, and you can stay in the girls'. Y'know... in the Gryffindor Tower. Erm, until the password changes."

Y/n looked at me for a moment longer before glancing at the Slytherin table. Her eyes narrowed slightly before she turned back to me.

"That – that would be great," she said in relief. "Thank you so much."

"It – it's no problem," I said again, rubbing the back of my neck.

Y/n smiled brightly at me, and I swear to Merlin I melted inside as I smiled back.

After the school day was over, Lily and I followed Y/n and Regulus to their broom closet. Their trunks were stacked inside, and there were two sleeping bags and camp beds. The two Slytherins grabbed their trunks and Vanished the sleeping bags and beds before following us up to the Gryffindor Tower.

"Cor Fortium," Lily said to the Fat Lady.

She swung aside, revealing the Gryffindor common room. Y/n and Regulus surveyed the room with slight awe on their faces. Their eyes raked over everything and gobbled down the details.

"The girls' dorms are on the right," Lily told Y/n. "Come on."

The girls disappeared into their dorm, and I led Regulus to ours. Someone had already conjured a bed, and Regulus looked around the room slowly before walking over to the bed and placing his trunk at the end of it. Sirius watched his brother closely as he unpacked in silence.

"Living together again, huh, Reggie?" Sirius said.

I heard his voice catch slightly and I looked away, pretending to be busy with reading a book.

"Yeah," I heard Regulus reply quietly.

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[zukkaoru]

22 for mailee zukka or sokka & katara!!!

jupiter!! hello!! this is. about half as long as it would have to be if i wanted to fully capture the feeling of this song. but hopefully it's still alright since it's already uhhh kinda long

22. sincerely me - artist vs. poet + mailee

and i wish that you could see oh, what you do to me and i hope this letter covers everything i'm yours, sincerely me

word count: 1927

Mai,

Kyoshi Island is warm this time of year, but it’s still nothing compared to Caldera City. I think you’d like it here in spring, actually. All of the flowers are blooming and the snow is melting and it’s really very beautiful. One of the other warriors taught me how to press flowers, so I’ve included some with this letter. I don’t know the meanings like you do; I just picked ones I thought looked prettiest.

A group of us are leaving for Gaoling in a few days. We’ve been trying to go on more recruitment missions, because Suki wants to create different chapters of the Kyoshi Warriors - that way we aren’t limited to helping Kyoshi Island. She has big dreams, but she’s got enough determination that I don’t doubt they’re possible to achieve.

Sokka, Katara, and Aang stopped by the island for a visit last week. It was nice to see them again even if I don’t know them very well. But seeing them reunite with Suki made me miss you even more. You should come visit when you get a chance! You can even bring Zuko if he can afford a break. I’d love to see you again!!

How is Zuko, by the way? You didn’t mention him in your last letter. Are you two still doing alright? Or do I need to catch the first boat to Caldera and kick his ass for you? Because I will.

Okay, I have to go - Tuq is calling me. I look forward to your next letter, and I’ll write again once I’ve returned from Gaoling!

Yours always,

Ty Lee

— —

Ty Lee, 

Zuko is fine, but Zuko and I aren’t great. There’s too much stress with him being Fire Lord, I think. And we’re both realizing some things that make a relationship a little complicated. It’s nothing you need to worry about, though, I promise! We’re talking through it, so no need to beat Zuko up.

Besides, I’ll do it myself if I need to.

I love the flowers; they really are quite pretty. The pink ones are plum blossoms. Those mean “resilience” and “perseverance”. The yellow ones are daffodils, which mena “respect”. And the white ones are Tsutsuji, or azaleas. The white ones specifically mean either “modesty” or “first love”. It was a nice collection, you chose well.

Kyoshi Island does sound beautiful. I’m not sure when or if I’ll be able to visit, but maybe someday. Or I guess maybe if I need some distance from Zuko. I don’t know. We’ll see what happens.

I hope you enjoyed your trip to Gaoling! Zuko says Toph is from there. They didn’t like it much, but I believe that has to do with the circumstances of their upbringing. I’m sure it’s a fine place to visit. Suki’s idea about different Kyoshi Warrior chapters sounds helpful as well. Maybe you could come recruit in Caldera City sometime.

I miss you too. I hope we can see each other again soon.

Sincerely,

Mai

— —

Mai,

Gaoling was incredible! It’s so SO cool getting to travel around the Earth Kingdom and being able to really appreciate the cultures. I’ve learned a lot since I came to Kyoshi Island and we started going out on recruitment trips.

Although I do agree: A trip to Caldera would be nice. I’d love any excuse to see you! I know we’re both busy, though.

I’m sorry to hear about the complications between you and Zuko. And I know you can kick his ass yourself, but my offer still stands if you should need it. Or, like you said, you can come visit me here to get some distance from everything.

It’s hard to believe it’s nearing a year since the end of the war and me moving to Kyoshi Island. It’s still weird not having you close by, but it’s nice we can at least write letters. It doesn’t replace seeing you face-to-face, but it helps.

Spring is making me miss you more, I think. Remember when we would try to catch falling cherry blossoms, just the two of us in your backyard? I miss being that young and carefree. I miss seeing you like that. It was the one time you would let your guard down and allow yourself to smile.

I don’t think I ever told you, but you really do have the prettiest smile.

If I can ever convince Suki to take a Kyoshi Warrior trip to the Fire Nation, I’ll be sure to let you know. But until then, I’ll miss you and I’ll keep writing.

Yours always,

Ty Lee

— —

Ty Lee,

Sorry for the long break in letters. I’ve read all three you sent, but I was having trouble writing a response. Zuko and I have officially ended things. I moved out of the palace. I’m living with Aunt Mura now and working full time in the flower shop. My mom keeps trying to convince me to move home and I’m running out of ways to politely decline the offer.

I’m sorry this letter is no good. I don’t have much else to say.

I hope I’ll see you soon. I miss you.

Sincerely,

Mai

— —

Mai,

There’s no need to apologize! I’ll treasure any letter you send regardless of how long or short it is. It’s as close as I can get to having you with me.

I’m sorry to hear about you and Zuko. :( I know I’m far away, but let me know if there’s anything I can do!

I will say, I’m glad you moved in with your aunt instead of your parents. I know you don’t want to be too mean to your mom, but you’ll be much better off staying with Mura. Hopefully your mom will back off soon and understand that you don’t want to live with her anymore without you having to tell her it isn’t good for your mental health.

I hope you’re enjoying working at the flower shop! I know you always really liked that place. I used to think it was so unlike you to be happy helping out there, but I understand better now. It’s fitting, I think. You remind me of flowers sometimes; flowers don’t always recognize their beauty and worth either. But remember that you are always worthy of love and happiness.

I hope it doesn’t sound like I’m trying to guilt you with how much I say this, but I miss you. I don’t think I’ll ever stop missing you. A summer thunderstorm rolled through last night, and I thought of us hiding under the blankets in my bedroom. I was way more scared than you were, but you hid with me anyways. I really appreciate that. I’m not scared of thunder anymore, but I wouldn’t say no to building another blanket fort hideout.

The summer sun here is hot, but the heat of Caldera was worse. Take care of yourself. Remember to drink water and don’t stay out in the sun for too long without anything to shade you. 

Yours always,

Ty Lee

— —

Ty Lee,

I miss you too, no guilt intended.

Mura and Zuko both say I should visit you. Would that be okay? You asked if there was anything you could do to help, and all I could think was that I really miss your hugs.

Sincerely,

Mai

— —

Mai,

PLEASE come visit!!! I will give you as many hugs as you want!!!!!!!

Yours always,

Ty Lee

PS: Wait, you’re still talking to Zuko? Also you don’t have to wait for another response from me before you leave Caldera. Just come. I’ll tell Suki to expect you soon. Unless you don’t want to come, in which case, you’re free to stay! But I really really would love for you to visit.

— —

Ty Lee,

Yes, Zuko and I still talk. It’s complicated.

Next week is the last week of summer, and there’s usually a rush in the shop that week, so I’ll leave at the start of the following week.

See you soon!

Yours,

Mai

— —

“This is so much better than the letters,” Ty Lee whispers, burying her face in Mai’s shoulder. She’s clinging to Mai like her life depends on it, but Mai doesn’t mind because she’s doing the same in return. And Ty Lee is right; this is far better than the letters they’ve exchanged in the past year. Mai has kept each one, safe in a box on a shelf in her room where she can reread them whenever she’s missing Ty Lee more than usual.

But Ty Lee in person is a million times better than ink and paper and even the pressed flowers.

“I missed you,” Mai says, as if that hasn’t been stated in every letter sent between them. But it’s important, and it means more than just those three words. It means I’m glad to see you again and Times may change but our friendship remains and I’m home.

It expresses the love that the two of them spent so long pushing down and ignoring, because how could they be together in a world that would lock them up for their feelings?

“I missed you too.”

The hug breaks, but Ty Lee doesn’t let go of Mai’s arms, and Mai doesn’t want her to. Mai wants her to hold on forever, never wants to be apart from her again. She wants to throw caution to the wind and beg to stay.

But she doesn’t. Not yet.

She takes a deep breath, inhaling the clean Kyoshi Island air, tinged with the first chilled breezes of autumn. She looks around to assure no one else has come outside to check on them. She never figured out, exactly, what to say now. But she knows she needs to say something.

Zuko had convinced her, actually. Mai, I know you. You won’t do this without a push, so I’m pushing you. Go to Kyoshi Island. Tell Ty Lee how you feel. I’m almost certain she feels the same.

And once Zuko had pointed out the signs, Mai couldn’t stop seeing them either. It was written between each line in every letter Ty Lee sent her. It was in the pressed flowers and the neat creases in the paper. It was in the space between every single letter.

I LOVE YOU.

“Ty Lee,” Mai whispers. She leans in slightly on instinct, desperate to be closer. They’ve been so far apart for so long and even though Ty Lee’s hands remain firmly wrapped around her arms, Mai can hardly stand the space still lingering between them. She wants to melt into Ty Lee’s body so they can never be separated again.

“Please stay,” Ty Lee says. One hand drops Mai’s arm to cup her cheek instead. “I don’t think I can bear to say goodbye again. I know I told you I didn’t want to guilt you into coming here, and I didn’t, but— I couldn’t say everything in the letters. Some things need to be said in person.”

“You did say it,” Mai assures her. “And I think I’ve always felt the same. That’s why Zuko and I never could have worked. I always— It was always you. I’ve always been yours.”

Ty Lee smiles. “Your letters said it too. I was worried I was reading them wrong.”

Mai shakes her head. “You should know no one knows me as well as you do.”

“Mai—” Ty Lee starts, then stops abruptly. Instead of saying anymore, she lifts herself onto her tiptoes, angling Mai’s face downward.

Mai takes her cue and closes the distance between them.

#this song goes so hard i love it so much #someday i want to write an in.uokko fic based off it.. but i might clean this up / add more and post it on ao3 too eventually #that'll be a project for next year tho #anyway ty for the ask and i hope you enjoy!! <3 #mailee #mai #ty lee #atla #a:tla #avatar #avatar: the last airbender #ty lee x mai #fanfic #grace's writing tag #ask game #elli tag

[permanentconundrum]

10/04/23

I’ve decided I want to get faster at writing so I am going to blog a few days and try to make a practice of it. I worked on my writer resume tonight. It’s already 9pm. I am kind of tired. Listening to old school indie music. Still no job yet, since August 2022. It might be weird to go back to work. I’ll need to make sure I can wake up early. Read a little philosophy this afternoon. I should check the news in the NYT. I haven’t been paying close attention recently. I talked to a recruiter about a few jobs but they don’t pay great. In the first half of 2022 I started looking at work because I wanted to take the next step. Now I’m taking a step back perhaps. That’s what happens when you don’t work for over a year. I have had time for poetry though. That’s been good. I hope to finish some poems. Read some sad poems in the October issue of Poetry Magazine, but I think poetry is a great place for difficult topics. Reminds me to pray for others, and know someone somewhere is having a difficult time. You aren’t alone in this. I think it’s important to remember those who are suffering. You aren’t alone in this. I kind of want to look at art more. I want to read more too. I read some last night, the October issue of Poetry. The Decemberists are on the radio. I’m thinking about how to manage myself so that I don’t run myself out of energy. Sometimes you need to not use all your energy in one activity so you can focus elsewhere as well. I have a running goal to lose weight by the end of 2023. Send positive vibes. I want to look more like a runner. I pass quite a few runners in town driving around. Running is a big goal. Poetry is too, but I need to find a job so I can pay bills. I’m watching my diet again. I didn’t watch it last week really. It’s rough. I have trouble getting to the gym 7 day/wk. But maybe I just need to build the habit. It is incredibly important to my health. Where do I want my life to go? I want to be a senior engineer. Or I want enough money to buy a car and go to NYC every year. I want to pay off school debt. Yeah, the job is the money, but it can be fun or at least important. It is work. Somehow I want energy to write too. And read. So more writing and reading and less TV. I want to read more too. Having a job will take energy, but I don’t need to commit myself to 10hour days every day. I hope to get interviews for the jobs I applied to today. I also should apply to more. Maybe tomorrow I won’t sleep through the afternoon and be able to work on more submissions. I could stay up later tonight because I haven’t been able to fall asleep very well. I am watching my energy and mood and healthy habits this month. October has been difficult in the past. I don’t know if it’s from burn out at work or just an affect of the season. I have been pretty happy in Spring and Summer this year. I think I don’t like the sun setting soon. Maybe I will take a drive tomorrow and look at leaves. This blog is all over the place but it’s fine. I wish I didn’t have to be so careful about with things like mood and energy. I do need more daily focus on diet and exercise. I’m hoping to get to the gym 5 days this week. Both today and yesterday were good runs. Tomorrow I’m going for a speed work out. Twins won their wildcard game to progress in the playoffs. Watching the news now. But the gym is very important to me. I need to keep the habit building weekly and daily. I am excited about making progress with running. Longer durations and more mileage and hopefully higher speed. I will stretch tonight. I’ve been feeling sore today. I used a couple weight machines in addition to my treadmill workout. Not all the machines, I was not feeling the weights today. I have a few goals longer term, but I should think about shorter term goals. I did hit a distance target about a week ago. Maybe I should try to tack on half a mile to that distance. I need to think about what to do for easy run. I guess easy should just be easy, and push on the hard efforts, like speed work and long runs.

#journal #journaling #stream of consciousness #blogger

[yumeka36]

Important announcement

As some of you may have noticed, there has not been much activity on my blog lately. Part of it is due to there simply being a lack of new Frozen content to post about, and often times when there’s lack of new content, waning interest is inevitable. And unfortunately that’s what’s happened with me.

I joined Tumblr as a way to connect with Frozen fans back in 2014 when the franchise had just exploded into popularity. I didn’t make much original content until 2017 when I wanted to focus my blog not just on Frozen but on my interests in general. But as time went on, especially when Frozen 2 hype started in early 2019, my blog became the extremely Frozen-focused blog that it is today, with a non-Frozen post occurring only once in a while.

In less than two weeks, three years will have gone by without any significant canon content for Frozen, the longest gap in the franchise’s 9-year history. And with that fact, it seems that even a veteran enthusiast like me is feeling the passion dying out. But I know there’s nothing abnormal about this - for other fandoms I’ve been in throughout my life, loss of interest inevitably comes from lack of hype and content. Before Frozen, there were two franchises I had the same level of long-lasting, deep obsession with: one was Inuyasha (an anime/manga series) and the other was Haruhi Suzumiya (an anime/novel series). Like with Frozen, during the years I was deep into those, it was hard to imagine a time when I wasn’t super passionate about them. But of course, those times did eventually come - the Inuyasha manga finished in 2008, and my passion for it faded soon after. And sadly the author of the Haruhi Suzumiya series never got motivated to write new novels, leaving the series incomplete since 2011. But then there’s a franchise like Pokemon that I’ve never once wavered in my love for. And the reason? Because that franchise has never stopped producing new and significant content in its 25+ year history (guess that’s to be expected from the highest grossing media franchise of all time).

During times when franchises I once loved were running dry, it was a perfect opportunity for a new seed of passion to start growing. And that’s what’s happened with me and Frozen. Just as I’ve been pulling at straws to keep my passion alive, something much more enticing came along. Some of you may recall from my last post that I started watching an anime called Spy x Family and really liked it. Well, since then, I’ve been hardcore hyperfocused on that fandom for the past month...and it's been extremely enjoyable! (also thanks to fellow Frozen fan @tare-chan for helping me get initiated!) It’s such a fantastic change of pace to be part of a fandom that has consistent new canon content, a thriving community of fans, and merchandise tailored to adult collectors like me. With Frozen having no significant content for the past few years, I forgot what a wonderful experience that could be.

With all this said, you probably have questions, which I’ve hopefully answered below:

Does this mean you’re leaving the Frozen fandom?

Absolutely not. I still love Frozen, it’s just not my top fandom like it was before. As such, I don’t plan on buying any new Frozen merch or making any new posts about it, at least not until we get new major content, like another movie. But I plan to stay in the Frozen Discord servers I’m already in, continue following my favorite Frozen bloggers, and maybe occasionally partake in discussions online. But I won’t be the avid content creator and enthusiast that I was before. However, if there’s any new major content for the franchise, for example, if/when Frozen 3 comes out, I’ll definitely see it and probably write my thoughts on it.  But whether even a third movie could bring the same level of fervor that I had before, only time will tell.

Are you going to close or repurpose this blog and your other social media?

This blog will definitely remain open and I do plan to post on it occasionally. However it won’t be as Frozen-focused as it was before. I’m going to use this blog to post about my interests in general, whether it’s Frozen or other Disney movies, Pokemon and video games, anime, or whatever. So again, I may still post about Frozen once in a while, especially if we get new canon content, but probably not as much as before. All this applies to my Twitter as well if you follow me there (though my Twitter has always been more multi-fandom focused than my blog). So if you're still interested in seeing potential Frozen content from me, and don't mind seeing a non-Frozen post once in a while, I hope you'll continue to follow this blog 🙂

Are you going to make a new blog or other new social media accounts?

I decided to make a new blog specifically for Spy x Family, which you can find here if you’re interested (as of now I’m mostly posting photos of my newly growing merch collection and maybe my thoughts on the new manga chapters, but I plan to to do other kinds of posts later on as I get more involved in the fandom). But besides that, I’ll still be active on the same Twitter account and the same Frozen Discord servers (though probably not as much for the latter since I’ll be spending more time in Spy x Family servers). And as I said, I’ll still post on this blog when I feel like it.

I’m sure those of you who have been around fandoms for as long as I have understand that they don’t last forever, especially when there’s nothing to get hyped for. The fact that I stayed so loyal to Frozen for almost a decade when all we had were a couple movies and shorts, proves what a special franchise it was to me and I won’t ever forget it. But that’s the wonderful thing about fictional stories and characters...we can fall in and out of love with them with absolute ease - no need for mutual consent to love them, and no breaking hearts if we suddenly decide we’re not into them anymore. They’re immortal and so will be there for us for as long as we need them, and even if we go away from them for a while, we can just as easily go back to them. Maybe some years from now when Spy x Family concludes, I’ll move onto something else. Or maybe I’ll come back to Frozen when we get another movie...or I’ll get into some other hobby entirely. Who knows. But what I do know is that you should put the most time and effort into the things that make you the most happy, even if that’s different from what it was a year, a month, or even a week ago.

And with all this said, I have a little parting gift to my Frozen followers who have read to the end of this post - a few HD scans of the latest French book “Olaf’s Amazing Friend.” I had preordered it a while back and it will probably be my last Frozen 2 purchase.

Thank you for supporting my Frozen content over the years. See you all again in the near or distant future~!

[titansandothers]

An Unlikely Aide (11/?)

“She’s perfect,” Tara cooed as she pet the young cat through the carrier. “How did you find one who gets so friendly so fast?” “Honestly, it was mostly luck,” Mod answered. “I’m guessing you know a bit about cats already?” “Yeah!” she chirped without even thinking about it. “They’re usually more timid and reserved if they don’t know you. It took me a while of feeding a stray for-” The blonde paused in realization. “-for it to get used to me.” There was a moment of silence between the two. “You remembered something from before.” Mod pointed out. “Barely,” Tara informed. “It’s so foggy…” “Are you okay?” he looked at her with concern. “Y-yeah,” she nodded, soon smiling. “It was a good memory.” “Hopefully your memories stay pleasant. Wot all do you remember?” Tara squinted her eyes and looked up as she tried to recall. A few moments passed before she spoke again. “Chicken.” “Pardon?” “I remember chicken. The food, not the animal. I mean it used to be an animal- Cooked chicken. The food kind.” “Go on,” Mod nodded. “A rotisserie chicken,” she clarified. “I don’t remember how I got it, just that it tasted really good. I had been so hungry, I could have eaten the whole thing in one sitting, but I didn’t. I shared it. With a cat. I don’t remember what I called it… It was brown and scruffy and I’d been leaving it bits of food when I could… but it never approached me. Until that time with the chicken. It ate the food right from my hand!” “So you befriended the cat?” “I… think I did, but I can’t really remember.” The grey tabby meowed, causing Tara to smile once more. “But I know this cat is my friend~” “She’s also your responsibility,” Mod informed. “I know you’ve got a lot on your plate with preparing for school and building a new life, but I feel that little cat there will be a big benefit to your well being. I’ll step in when it comes to vet visits and buying food, but you’ll need to feed ‘er and brush ‘er and keep ‘er litter box clean and the like. It may sound like a lot, but once you get the hang of it, it’s rather simple.” “Will you help me? I mean- to start with at least?” she asked, a bit nervous. “You seem to know what you’re talking about.” “I do. I’ve ‘ad many kinds of pets over the years. Anyway, to start with, sure. It won’t be long until you’ll be on your own though.” “On my own?!” Tara yelped. “Calm down, ducky. I just mean you’ll be moving into your new apartment soon. I’ll still be paying for everything and stopping by when needed, but I won’t be living with you.” The blonde let out a breath she’d been holding and tried to calm down. “Okay… Okay…”

#taoAnUnlikelyAide #optao #taostory #taochapter #Terra #Mad Mod

[anzu2snow]

I feel like I’ve been running around these last few weeks. Had an oncology appointment today. I was told it would be the last time I see my oncologist face-to-face because she’s leaving. Then, she said she wants to have a phone appointment in 3 weeks. I thought she’d be gone by then. At least according to the letter I got. I don’t know…

The Movantik that Dr. Slack prescribed to me was denied by my insurance. It sounds like it would have helped with the constipation. Maybe he has an alternative. I know he wanted to prescribe something for my, as my oncologist called it, overactive bladder. It doesn’t look like he actually did. So, my oncologist ordered something for it. I’ll see if that works.

She wants me off of letrozole for 3 weeks to see if my bone pain eases without it. I went for a week without before and nothing happened. She thinks maybe it needs more time. She also wants me to try naproxen. I told her NSAIDs might mess with my colitis. She insisted I try it anyways. I also tried ibuprofen when I was recovering right after breaking my right shoulder, and I ended up swelling a lot in my legs/ankles. Hopefully naproxen won’t do the same.

I brought the disability placard form for her to fill out. The nurse took it and said they do it all the time. They like to print it off on prescription paper so it covers the 2nd part of the form. They printed my info, my oncologist’s info, and she signed it. All I had to do was sign it, too. I did once we got home. They had it as for 6 months. So I guess every 6 months I’ll ask for the form again. I tried to do this about 3 years ago, but there were so many things happening at once that I forgot about it. This time I’m more on it. Now all I have to do is go to the DMV and give them the form. They’ll give me a placard and a card. Apparently the card’s in case the police ask about it. I don’t know if they need my pic for the card. I hope not. The placard will be really handy to have. We’ll be able to park closer to things.

My occupational therapist is coming tomorrow. I think we’ll just go over the hip kit stuff I got recently. Plus she can take the 2 things she gave me last time. Maybe she can help me use the shoe horn? That would be nice. Shoes are weird for me now.

I plan to order another pill organizer case thing. The same kind I got last time. It really helped. My current one is worn out, can’t see the print anymore, and I think 3 years of meds have messed with it, too. It’s time for a fresh clean one.

I might get an Apple Watch soon, too. The social worker even suggested it. It’ll help with a lot of health stuff. She especially likes the fall detection feature.

#oncology #oncologist #cancer #stage 4 cancer #breast cancer #metastatic breast cancer #metastatic cancer #health #constipation #overactive bladder #letrozole #disability placard #occupational therapy #meds #apple watch

[lovablemess]

Sometimes, the universe closes a chapter and allows you to consider another.

Received approval from work for my move today. Shortly after, my landlord offered to break the lease without penalty.

On one hand, I am ecstatic about this new journey, the change that I may decide to embark on. I’ll certainly need to drive. Put that driver license to use. I’ll have to make new friends. Navigate the new city where I have no-one but myself to lean on. On the other, I am torn and second guessing myself. Am I ready to forcibly part myself from him and everyone I’ve known? Am I sure there’s no hope in mending things with him who I clearly feel immense amount of love still? Will he be willing to put in the effort at some point? And when would that be?

Feel like I’m at the crossroads in my life. Am I fleeing or am I choosing? Is this a conscious and intentional choice? As my friend suggested, am I again taking the path of less resistance by leaving? The reasons I have listed for my move are almost too flawless, too perfect, too orderly and I can’t help but wonder if I’m only justifying my flee from the heartbreak. Or, is this my intentional step towards paving a new path after a wake up call?

Financially, it makes ton of sense. A year ago, I was planning on moving out of the city if I didn’t find someone I’d want to be with. I told myself I’d give it a year to see if there’d be a reason for me to stay. Then, without any warning, when least expected, I met him. Just few months after, I was ready to move out to an apt in Brooklyn to be closer to him. I was so sure about staying, to remain in this city. Just as I was head over heels for him, I was confident I’d figure out the finance aspect of staying. As it normally goes, I’d make it work. I usually do, especially, when I move in the direction of my conviction. Hell, I even got a promotion which kept the spirit high. But here I am. We are no longer we and I don’t know if it is faith and patience I need to lean in for the sake of my love or practicality and cool head for the sake of my ego.

It’d be totally unfair for me to seek answer from him despite how everyone has been urging me to. I got to keep working on the decision with clarity in thoughts and really reach deep within myself to keep me honest. Either way, I know I’m going to need to be the one to come to a decision and choose the path. And either way, I know I can be happy and will be a ok. In both scenarios, I’m confident I will grow, no matter what. Then, I guess the real question is, what type of growth do I wish to pursue?

For now, in the face of one path being more clear than the other I will continue to walk and prepare toward the path. Hopefully, I will have further clarity soon in the next month or so about the other path. One thing for sure, that is something beyond my control and I am slowly learning to be ok with that.

[handsomelyhiddleston]

Smitten - Tom Hiddleston x Curvy Reader

Filming sex scenes wasn’t the easiest task. There are weird nude undergarments or socks or tape or sometimes just a nude co-star…With Tom, though? There were nerves and feelings and a deep down hope that he couldn’t tell that you were incredibly turned on as he mimed fucking you twelve ways to Sunday.

“Cut! That’s a wrap on today. Great work guys!” the director called.

Tom collapsed onto your chest, laughing as the tension left his body. “These never get easier.”

“I don’t know” you teased, playing with his hair as everyone left the set so you two could leave the bed with some of your dignity. “It’s a lot easier with you.”

Tom held himself up on his elbows. “Don’t tell me your past romantic co-stars have been less than gentlemanly.”

“Not all of them.” You shrugged. Being a ‘larger than the Hollywood standard’ actress had put you in some…not very flattering roles in the start of your career. Sure, now you were the romantic lead with a conventionally attractive male actor, but lets just say you’ve dealt with a lot to get here.

“Well, I hope you know you deserved better.” Tom kissed the back of one of your hands, rolling off of you.

“Coming from you, I may actually believe it.” You laughed, gathering the sheet around you as you left the bed, grabbed your robe, and started walking towards your trailer.

The two of you filmed the movie…Where you’d usually fall asleep in one of your two trailers watching other movies…

The two of you attended interviews…Where Tom would almost always defer to you and even stuck up for you when a few interviewers were borderline sexist or would comment on your appearance…

The two of you even walked a few red carpets together…Tom’s hand always placed at your middle or  on your hip or in one of your hands...

He invited you out to eat with him before or after any shindig the two of you went to…

He’d walk you to your hotel rooms with kisses left on your cheeks…

He’d even tried to convince you to spend the week before the premiere in London with him…

In your mind, Tom was just too nice. He was nice to everybody. It all seemed very friendly…Until…

You hadn’t been watching the interviews as they’d been posted. Some interviews you did together with Tom and others you’d been split up and put with other actors from the movie.

Your phone pinged…

*best friend* - HAVE YOU SEEN TOM ON FALLON?!?

Before you could reply, your phone started blowing up.

You scrolled through the texts until you saw Tom’s

Tom – Darling, I hope you know how much you mean to me. Regardless of what your answer is, I’d never want to lose your friendship. It’s not every day you get to work with one so incredibly kind and thoughtful and talented and beautiful and…every moment I’ve spent with you has been a privilege. Please put me out of my misery and let me know you’ll at least let me see you again.

“What the fuck?” you asked yourself, opening your laptop and googling “Tom Hiddleston and Jimmy Fallon”

You saw that the Fallon YouTube channel had just posted Tom’s segment of tonight’s episode…

“How are you doing, buddy?” Fallon asked, pulling Tom into a tight hug.

“I’m doing incredibly well at the moment, actually.” Tom answered, sharing that the movie you two had filmed together had done extremely well on its opening weekend just a few days earlier.

“I know! It was amazing. I’ve seen it twice!” Fallon replied, always enthusiastic.

“I’m so glad you liked it. Y/n is incredible, right?” Tom turned to the audience, loving that they cheered when he brought you up.

“Oh my god, you two are so good together. I kind of thought maybe you two were…you know…” Fallon waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Tom threw his head back laughing, fidgeting with his tie and avoiding looking into the audience.

“Come on, you can’t tell me you two don’t have SOME sort of real chemistry. I saw the movie.” Fallon gave Tom a look like *Don’t lie*

“Well, perhaps we’re just incredible actors and you’re simply complimenting our craft.” Tom shrugged, trying to look anywhere but at Jimmy.

“Well, yes. The acting in the movie is amazing, but I don’t think that accounts for this.” Jimmy turned and pointed to the screen. It was a series of clips pulled from Tom’s interviews where all he did was gush about you.

“I missed being home, but it’s hard for anyone to stay upset when they’re around Y/n. She just lifts the mood in any room she’s in. You could say she makes anywhere feel a bit like home.” Tom had answered when a woman asked him if it was hard being on site away from home for 5 months.

When another interviewer asked Tom what his favorite line in the movie was, he answered, quoting one of your lines. “When she delivered it for the first time, it kind of took my breath away. I felt very unprofessional. I had to apologize and ask to start over. I couldn’t remember what I was supposed to say next. She tends to have that effect on me.” Tom laughed, a slight blush on his cheeks.

The final clip was one of an interviewer simply asking Tom how his day had gone. “I feel all out of sorts, if I’m being honest. Y/n isn’t here today because she woke up not feeling the best and with Covid still being an issue, she didn’t want to risk getting anyone else sick.” Tom answered with a sad smile on his face. When the interviewer shared that they hoped you would be okay and feel better soon, Tom answered with “I’ll make sure to pass on your sentiments when I bring her food later on.”

“COME ON!” Fallon laughed, throwing his arms up.

“I know, I know. I’m not very good at hiding how I feel, I guess.” Tom admitted, leaning back against the couch and laying his arm across the top. The crowd went wild.

“So, you admit it! Are you two together?!” Fallon asked, sitting on the edge of his seat.

“Unfortunately, not.” Tom answered, ducking his head as his cheeks flushed.

“Why?!” Jimmy asked. “You’re clearly smitten!”

“Hey, it’s not my fault!” Tom rebutted, looking to the audience for support. “I’ve tried!”

“Aww, now I feel bad for bringing it up.” Fallon chuckled and looked at the audience as they collectively ‘aww’ed. “How could anyone turn down this?!” He gestured towards Tom as the audience cheered.

“Well, if I’m to be completely honest I guess I haven’t actually TOLD her how I feel.” Tom confessed.

“Wait, what do you mean?” Jimmy paused.

“Well, I thought she’d catch on. I assume she has.” Tom laughed, fidgeting in his seat. “I’m pretty sure everyone else that knows the two of us can tell I’ve fallen completely head over heels for her.”

“Tom, Tom, Tom.” Jimmy shook his head.

“What?” Tom asked, nervous about what the answer would be.

“I’m sorry to have to tell you this, but I think you may just be horrible at flirting.” Fallon said with a straight face, the audience busting up laughing after.

“Do you think?” Tom replied, eyes gone wide in exaggerated surprise.

“I mean, I think you’re just so nice.” Jimmy laughed, trying to stay serious…“that everyone thinks you’re flirting with them…Which means, when you’re trying to flirt it just blends in.”  

“Well, how would you suggest I stand out then?” Tom asked, putting his elbow on his knee and leaning his chin on his fist like he was really paying attention.

“I mean…” Fallon slowly pointed towards the camera. “You gotta shoot your shot, right?”

The audience went wild at the suggestion. “Oh, dear.”

“I can scrap this and we can just talk about the movie.” Jimmy offered, making sure Tom knew that none of this had to go on the air.

“I mean, if it’s truly that obvious to everyone what have I got to lose, right?” Tom answered.

“That’s what we like to hear!” Jimmy cheered with the audience.

“Well…Y/n.” Tom paused, a soft smile on his face. “I don’t quite know where to start. I feel as though I may have been remiss by not just telling you how I feel. The consequence of such is that now I’m doing it in front of all of these people *gestures to the audience*…and I’m sure you’re laughing at how red I’ve gone and how flustered I am so I’m going to get to the point. Darling, you’re an incredible woman. I could list a million reasons why, but hopefully later you’ll give me the time to tell you them in person. What I really want to tell you now is that you make me happy. You inspire me. You make me want to be the best version of myself and you even make me believe I can achieve it. I’d be honored if you’d give me a chance.”

Fallon had tears in his eyes and most of the audience did, as well. “I…That was so beautiful. I think we need to go to a commercial break.” He was all choked up and stood to give Tom a hug.

You pulled up Tom’s text, your fingers hovering over the keyboard. “Are you still in New York?” you text him. The two of you were there for interviews. You were even staying in the same hotel.

“I am.” He text back, but the ‘typing’ bubble stayed. “Did you watch it?”

“I did.” You answered. “Come over?”

You saw the ‘typing’ bubble pop up and then disappear a few times. Instead of a text, you heard a knock at your hotel door.

“So?” Tom asked when you opened the door. He looked nervous, a look you didn’t often see from him. He had his glasses on and his hair was an adorable mess. He was even already dressed in his night clothes.

You didn’t answer. Instead, you stepped forward and placed your hands on each side of his face, pulling his lips gently to yours. He quickly reciprocated, his hands finding your hips as he walked you backwards into your hotel room.

“And to think, I could have been doing that for a whole year already.” You teased him, connecting your lips again.

“Don’t worry, my sweet.” Tom answered, pressing kisses across your cheek and down your neck. His lips paused at the shell of your ear and his voice dropped. “It just means we’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”

#Tom hiddleston #Tom Hiddleston x reader #Tom Hiddleston imagine #curvy #loki

[levi-supreme]

Burning Up

Characters: Levi x gender neutral!reader

Genre: SNK!canonverse

Warnings: SFW, fluff. Someone is being bratty and whiny (guess who?).

Word count: 2.4k

A/N: It's D-30 to Levi's birthday!!! Starting off his month-long birthday celebration with something lighthearted, and hopefully funny. I hope you all like it! Reblogs, comments, and likes are always appreciated <3

Please look forward to all the amazing work that will be posted throughout this event too!

[22/12/2021] Cross posted on AO3! Read it on AO3 here.

Summary: Your boyfriend, Survey Corps' Captain Levi, failed to turn up for a meeting.

“Where’s Levi?” Erwin Smith, Commander of the Survey Corps, asked after doing a headcount during the fortnightly Squad Leaders meeting, “y/n, do you know where Levi is?” Dozens of heads turned in your direction. Everyone in the room knew you and Levi were a couple, and it was no surprise Erwin turned to you. 

“I’m afraid I do not have the slightest idea, Commander Sir,” you sighed. It wasn’t like Levi to skip the meetings, and it was even more unusual that Levi kept you in the mum. “I’ll go look for him.” You saluted respectfully, before leaving the carpeted room. 

Where are you, Levi?

The first place you went was to his office; the only place you could think of. Giving a little knock, you called out to Levi, but there was no answer. There wasn’t even a sound coming from the other side. 

“Levi? Are you alright?” You knocked slightly louder. Still, there was no answer. You were getting worried. “Levi, I’m coming in, okay?”

You hesitantly poked your head into his office, before stepping in. Levi was always extremely particular about visitors, even if it was you. He didn’t want anyone messing up the place he finds the most comfort in. 

“Levi, are you there?” Looking around, you saw Levi’s slumped figure by his desk, and three strides were all it took for you to reach him.

“Hey, Levi, wake up, you’re late for the meeting. Everyone’s waiting for you,” you called out to him, however, Levi didn’t respond. Was he asleep? “Hey, Levi?” You gingerly tapped Levi’s shoulder, gently caressing his cheek. Instead, you removed your hand in shock.

Levi was burning hot. 

“Levi, hey, Levi! You’re having a fever!” You cried out in shock. In your years in the Survey Corps, you had never seen Levi fall sick, you don’t even recall hearing Levi ever let out a cough. Seeing his pale lips and sweaty body was a worrying sight. “Hang on, I’m going to call Hange here, okay?” Sweeping his wet fringe out of his eyes, you turned and made your way out of his office. However, you felt Levi’s soft grip on your wrist. 

“N-no… not that… shitty four-eyes…” Levi let out in a weak voice. 

“But, your body is burning up, at least let Hange take a look? Please?” You pleaded, kneeling to his eye level. Truth be told, you were at a loss. Levi was so strong and undefeatable and seeing him so weak and in pain was breaking your heart. 

“F-fine…” Levi relented after a few seconds, his grip slacking. 

“Stay awake, okay? I’ll be back soon." You gave Levi a chaste kiss on his forehead before dashing out of the office. 

You rushed back to the meeting hall, urgently seeking Erwin's permission to borrow Hange for a while. Although perplexed, Erwin allowed Hange to leave.

“What’s the matter, y/n?” Hange asked, trying their best to keep up with your pace, “what happened to Levi?”

“Hange, he's having a high fever,” you hastily replied before turning the handle to Levi's office. Levi was still in the same position you left him in. “Levi, hey,” you gently tapped Levi again, worried you might accidentally hurt him. Levi’s eyes opened slightly and he let out a tired sigh. “Hange’s here, let them have a look at you, alright?” You gently coaxed Levi, while Hange walked towards the desk.

“Yo, Levi,” Hange called out, placing their hand on Levi’s forehead before shifting Levi into a sitting position. “How do you feel now?” 

“Shitty, obviously… a-and hot...” Levi grimaced, immediately slumping forward again. You hurriedly held onto Levi, leading him gently back on the chair again. 

“Did he eat anything wrong, or was he in close contact with someone sick?” You tried recalling Levi’s activity for the past week, but nothing came to mind. Pacing around nervously, you recalled an incident that occurred on a stormy day.

“Oh, Hange wait. I remember something,” you looked at Levi, before turning to Hange. “Remember the thunderstorm a few days ago? Levi and I were caught in the heavy rain. We were hiding in the horse stables after that and…” 

“And what, you guys had sex?”

“Hange no!” You hit their shoulder, feeling yourself getting warm, “we were soaked but Levi was trying to make sure I wasn’t cold so he made me stay warm while he—” you felt your words get stuck in your throat, your voice choking. Thinking back, Levi must have gotten a cold from that day. 

“Give him a change of clothes, y/n, and try to cold sponge him. I’ll let Erwin know, and grab some medicine for him, okay?” Hange patted your arm. “Don’t worry, with you taking care of him, he’ll recover in no time!” Bending forward to meet Levi’s eye, Hange let out a laugh. 

“Guess Humanity’s Strongest isn’t that strong after all, eh? Rest well, I’ll be back soon!” Hange waved before leaving Levi’s office. Glancing towards Levi again, he looked like he was in a lot of pain. 

“Come on, Levi, let’s get you changed, okay? It’s going to hurt, but you have to bear with it,” you piggybacked Levi onto his bed before gently laying him down. Levi let out another groan, and you felt your heart wrench. You rummaged through his closet to pick out some comfortable clothes and filled a bowl full of cold water.

Gently you removed his layers, throwing his sweaty clothing to one side. Placing one damp cloth on his forehead, you slowly dabbed another cold towel on his burning body, helping him to cool down. 

“N-no, stop…” Levi winced and tried to push your hand away. You knew how uncomfortable it was, yet you knew you had to continue through. The cold water must be prickling his skin. 

“Come on, Levi. Be a good boy and bear with this okay? Unless you want to be under the shower instead?” You questioned, and Levi kept quiet, biting his lip in silence. Once done with his arms and torso, you lifted Levi to sit upright, cleaning his back. Levi started to whine again. 

“Are y-you done…” 

“No I'm not Levi, I barely started on your back. I still have to clean your butt and your legs,” you took deep breaths, resisting the urge to laugh. Levi was being so whiny and he was behaving like a child. It was cute, to be honest, seeing this side of Levi that you know no one has seen before. “Be good for the next 20 minutes and I’ll give you a sweet, okay?” Lying him back on the bed, you removed his bottoms, wiping his groin and his legs. 

“I don't w-want your stupid sweets, you shitty b-brat,” Levi attempted to hit your hand away while you were wiping in between his thighs. Tossing and turning around the bed, Levi winced again as you wet the cloth with cold water, flipping him to his side and wiping his butt. “Get that thing away from m-me, it’s cold…” 

“You seem pretty talkative for someone having a fever.” Levi sulked and stared at you angrily, maybe hoping that you would hurry up if he was angry. He was aching everywhere and his head was spinning, he couldn’t help but make little groans, especially after every time you wet the cloth and it’s prickling against his skin. 

“H-hurry up, br—”

“Levi if you keep complaining, I really am going to get Hange back here and have them watch over you and nurse back to health instead.” Sulking again, Levi closed his eyes and kept quiet, letting you wipe him. He hated how weak and useless he felt. Despite growing up in the Underground and facing severe bouts of starvation, Levi has never fallen sick before; not a flu, not a cough. He doesn’t like this foreign feeling; the pounding ache in his head, the weakness in his limbs, and the parched feeling in his throat. He wondered how long he had to stay in bed, aching and feeling like he got thrown against a tree. 

You continued wiping Levi’s body, and soon you realised that he had dozed off. You quickly wiped his calves as you heard three knocks on Levi’s office door. Pulling Levi’s bottoms up, you went to answer the door. 

“Y/n, it’s me,” Hange was back with Levi’s medicine, and you quickly went to usher them back in. 

“How is Grumpy Ass feeling?” Hange's voice boomed across the room. You quickly hushed them, pointing to the bed.

“Shhh, Levi’s just dozed off, don’t wanna wake him up,” replacing the cloth on Levi’s forehead, you shifted the bowl of water away, pulling a chair over for Hange to sit. Hange handed over a bag to you and you looked inside. 

“There's medication for his fever, headache, and also the body aches. He might have the flu too, so there's also flu medication inside.” As you took out the different bags of medicine, Hange also handed you a notebook.

“On the bags are the directions for the medication, so make sure you follow them strictly. If Levi doesn’t want to eat them, knock him out and force him to take it.” Hange joked as you flipped open the notebook. 

“Hange, what’s this?” You asked, looking at the scribbles and writings. 

“Oh, I asked the chef at the Mess Hall to write me some recipes that are good for the sick to eat,” Hange pointed to the first scribble, “that’s the recipe for chicken soup, and this”—Hange flipped to the next page—“this is porridge. They’re all easy to swallow and gentle on the stomach. Shortie probably won’t be able to walk out of this office for a while, so you’ll have to prepare his meals.”

Wordlessly, you stared at Hange, your eyes darting between them and the notebook in your hand. You grabbed Hange and pulled them into a tight hug, feeling tears well up. 

“Thanks for the help, Hange. I don’t know what to do without you.” Hange patted your arm once more, giving you a smile. 

“Don’t worry too much! Mike and I will cover your duties for the time being. Just focus on taking care of Levi, okay?” You nodded and rubbed your eyes hastily, reading through the notebook. 

“Oi, what’s with the noise,” you heard Levi as he started coughing, his throat probably dry. You quickly sat him upwards, holding a glass of water for him to slowly sip. 

“Levi, how are you feeling?” 

“Still shitty, but better at least,” Levi closed his eyes and yawned, leaning on your shoulder, “how long was I sleeping for?”

“Not very long, actually, only about 25 minutes,” you looked at your watch and glanced towards the medication Hange gave you, “come, Levi, it’s time for your medication.” You followed the directions written by Hange on the packaging, putting the correct number of pills onto a clean saucer before passing them to Levi. 

“What medication?”

“Medication for your fever, Levi. You’ll have to take them if not you can’t recover.”

“... no. I’m not taking any crap Shitty Four-Eyes gives.” Levi passed you the glass of water and lay back down on the bed, covering his eyes with his arm. 

“Come on Levi, be good.” You gently tapped Levi once more but Levi ignored you, pretending to be asleep. You stood up from the bed. “Levi, stop being a brat and listen to us, will you?” Frowning, your voice rising a tone higher. Hange looked at you nervously, unsure of what to do. Minutes of silence passed while you continued staring at Levi with a frown. 

“... fine,” Levi mumbled between his breaths and tried to slowly get up from the bed. He was perspiring all over again, and Hange volunteered to change the bowl of water while you gave Levi the medications. Hange came back just as Levi swallowed the last of the pills, not forgetting to scrunch his face in disgust. 

“Good boy, Levi. I’ll give you a sweet later,” you kissed the tip of his nose, while Levi looked away, a hint of colour tainting his cheeks that weren’t from his fever. Hange tried to hide their laughter. Unfortunately, they burst out laughing instead. 

“Y/n? D-did you just call Levi a g-good b—” 

“Shut up, Shitty Four-Eyes.” It was Levi’s turn to frown, and you nearly dropped Levi’s saucer out of embarrassment. Lost for words, you tried to deny whatever Hange just said. Hange continued clutching the chair for support, laughing out loud. 

“Hahaha, don’t worry, Levi, Erwin will never hear of this, I promise you!” Hange placed the fresh bowl of water on the side table and dashed out of Levi’s office, shouting “GET WELL SOON, SHORTIE!” out loud. Levi grimaced and lay back down while you started wiping his body again. 

“Hange’s definitely going to tell Erwin about it,” Levi grumbled, his voice slightly more energetic than before. 

“Try and get some sleep, okay? I’ll wake you up before your mealtime.” You stroked his burning cheek and kissed his forehead. Levi’s palm went up to yours. 

“... sleep with me? P-please?” Locking eyes with yours, Levi’s lower lip quivered, his cheeks turning pink once more. You chuckled, unable to contain your smile. Levi rarely asked you to cuddle with him, and it really surprised you to see Levi like this. Seeing Levi, Humanity’s Strongest, falling sick was a first. But seeing your boyfriend, Levi, acting like a needy child was really endearing. Not to mention, it was a good way to blackmail Levi in the future when he recovers.

You removed your jacket, harnesses, and boots, rolled up the hem of your trousers, and got onto the bed, lying next to Levi. Gently pulling Levi into your embrace, you kissed his forehead again, whispering “good night Levi, sleep tight,” into his ear. Levi merely grunted, and soon his shallow breathing was replaced with deep, slow breaths. Staring at Levi’s sleeping face, you traced his features with your free hand, admiring his peaceful sleeping form. It’s been too long since Levi had a decent amount of sleep, and even though it hurts you to see him fall sick, you were glad that he could finally have some proper rest. 

Get well soon, Levi, you thought to yourself as you felt your eyelids getting heavier, joining Levi in a dreamless sleep. 

Don't we all want and love to see a bratty and whiny Levi??? 🥺

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[darkverrmin]

I.

"Okay, that's all! See you in a few months, hope you have a nice winter with your family!"

"Hmm."

Before Geralt could react, Jaskier wrapped his arms around his neck in a tight hug and pressed a kiss to his cheek. Geralt just stood there, blinking.

"Bye!" Jaskier called over his shoulder, as he took off in the opposite direction from where Geralt was heading.

Geralt remained standing in the same place for another moment, before shaking his head and turning away.

II.

"Jaskier".

"Hugnhnnn".

"Jaskier. Sit up. You need to drink this".

Jaskier groaned loudly, as he sat up slowly on his bedroll, holding his head in one hand. Geralt would have denied it, but he was worried. Jaskier was burning up, and none of the potions Geralt had made him drink so far helped. The Witcher hoped that this nasty-looking medicine he bought from a mage at the market (which also cost him almost all of his coin, not that it mattered now) will do the trick.

Jaskier downed the medicine, grimaced, and plopped back down onto the bedroll, burying his face in one of Geralt’s shirts, which he used as a pillow.

Geralt sighed quietly and moved to stand up from where he was kneeling beside Jaskier, when Jaskier weakly grabbed him by the arm.

"Thank you for taking care of me." Jaskier mumbled into the bedroll, tilting his head slightly to meet Geralt’s eyes.

"Shut up." Geralt replied, entirely fond. Jaskier giggled, bringing Geralt’s hand to his lips, and leaving a kiss there. A moment later, he was snoring softly.

Geralt didn’t leave his side the entire night. The back of his left hand, where Jaskier had kissed him, stung pleasantly. The Witcher breathed out in relief for the first time at dawn, when Jaskier's fever finally broke.

III.

"You're not coming with us".

"Yes, I am".

"Jaskier".

"Geralt".

"Leave it, Geralt." Lambert called from the other side of camp. "The boy's just not afraid of you anymore".

Jaskier showed him the middle finger, as he continued to glare at Geralt. "And don't you dare growl at me, Witcher".

"You're staying here and that's final!"

"Don’t yell at me!"

"I think you've forgotten where you are, bard. You're in a camp full of Witchers, who can kill you using only one hand, or the least tie you to a tree until we're back-"

"Eskel and Lambert love me and they'll never let you do that. And you, my friend, although big and seemingly threatening, are the sweetest and softest man I know".

Jaskier emphasized his words by taking a step closer to Geralt, wiping some dirt off his nose with his sleeve and placing a kiss there.

Geralt could only stare at him dumbfounded, ignoring his brothers, who started laughing uncontrollably.

IV.

"Geralt. Geralt- Oh, Gods. Geralt. Geralt, please, stay with me. Yen will be here soon. Please, don't leave me".

Geralt was barely aware of his surroundings. The pain in his side turned from sharp to dull. There wasn't the cold, hard ground under his head anymore. He was lying on something soft. Jaskier's lap, he realized.

Something wet was running down his temple, either his blood, sweat, or Jaskier’s tears.

Warm, shaky lips pressed themselves against his forehead. "Please, Geralt. Stay with me".

And he did.

V.

"What's this?" Jaskier blinked at the book Geralt dropped in his lap. Geralt muttered something in reply.

"Come again?"

"A present." Geralt repeated, a little louder.

"Oh. For what occasion?".

"It was your birthday a couple of days ago".

Jaskier gave him a warm smile. "Aw, Geralt! You remembered!".

Geralt rolled his eyes. "Just shut up and tell me if you like it".

Jaskier looked down at the book in his hands and gasped quietly. "Oh. Oh, wow. It's-"

"I saw you examining it in the market the other day." Geralt mumbled, rubbing his neck awkwardly. "Thought you'd like it".

"I do! Thank you so much, dear!" Jaskier got up, pulling Geralt into a hug.

"Alright." Geralt muttered, patting Jaskier’s back. "Let go of me".

"Pff." Jaskier snorted, pulling away and placing a tender kiss to Geralt's clothed shoulder. "As if you don't like it. I'm onto you, Witcher. You're a sweet, soft man".

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"Okay, this is it. See you in the spring. I'll miss you!".

Jaskier pulled Geralt into a hug, and this time Geralt hugged back. He'd been nervous about this moment for weeks. Other from the fact that he didn't want Jaskier to leave, he didn't want the younger man to leave feeling unwanted.

So when Geralt turned his head to kiss Jaskier on the cheek, he was so distracted, that he completely froze when Jaskier's nose bumped into his.

They stood there in silence, Jaskier's hands on Geralt’s shoulders, Geralt’s arms around Jaskier’s waist. Their noses touching, warm breaths mingling together.

Geralt gulped, panicking, and was about to pull away, when Jaskier placed a gloved hand on his cheek, stilling him. "Please," the younger man whispered, closing his eyes and leaning in.

Jaskier's lips were the softest and the sweetest, and once Geralt started kissing them, it was impossible to stop.

***

"Guess it's too late to be going anywhere today." Jaskier breathed out, a moment after Geralt rolled off of him.

"Hmm." Geralt replied, tossing another log into the fire, before crawling back under the blanket beside Jaskier. "C'mere." The Witcher muttered, pulling Jaskier against his chest.

"You're sweaty".

"You didn’t seem to be complaining about it a moment earlier".

Jaskier laughed, resting his cheek against Geralt’s chest. "You're right, I didn’t. That was a rather pleasant experience".

"Thanks".

"Okay. The best. Magnificent. Fantas-".

Geralt laughed quietly and Jaskier smiled against his chest. The younger man hummed happily as Geralt started rubbing his back in soothing circles.

"Come to Kaer Morhen with me." Geralt muttered into Jaskier’s hair. "If you can. Or want to".

"Okay".

Geralt blinked. "Okay?"

Jaskier shifted in his place, so he could meet Geralt’s eyes. "Okay. They don't really need me at Oxenfurt this year, I'll just write them a letter. And I'd love to see Kaer Morhen again".

"It will be freezing. The winters at Kaer Morhen are harsh".

"So someone has to be there to warm you up, then". Jaskier smiled, pressing a kiss to the corner of Geralt’s mouth. "And I'll just love to cover your whole body with kisses. Again. And again. And again-".

Geralt cut him off by pulling Jaskier into a deep kiss. The Witcher smiled into the kiss, knowing they will have a whole winter of this. And hopefully, a lot more.

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