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average-giant-kissing-enjoyer · 9 months

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G/t July #15: Break

A sudden tug at my collar and I was being pulled into the air. Xander had a habit of doing that.

"Put me down," I demanded. "Unhand me! I'm in the middle of writing."

Xander dangled me in front of his face so I could see his smug grin. "No you're not," he said. "You're supposed to be taking a break."

"Since when do you care?" I shot back, very aware how foolish it was to argue with a one hundred foot tall guy. "Besides, I'm behind on G/t July. I've got a lot of ground to cover. It's the 21st and I'm only up to the 14th."

I didn't like that look he gave me next. He was up to something. With his free hand he pulled out his phone and started browsing. "So you're a g/t blog? Which one? Wait, wait, don't tell me. I think I know."

"No please don't," I begged, my face turning red.

"As if it's a secret," said Xander. "You love being owned by me. You're definitely into g/t, and maybe a little more, if you know what I mean. Come on, what is there to be embarrassed by?"

"It's just embarrassing. It's weird, dreaming all day about being friends with giants."

Xander feigned an insulted look, arching his heavy eyebrows dramatically. Even with a comical expression he was still beautiful. "You can't bear to be seen with me. Well, I'll just have to keep you somewhere that people won't know we're together."

Throughout all this he was still dangling me in front of his face and I hadn't resisted. But now I struggled against the grip of his fingers, each of which was as long as I was tall. "No don't put me in your pocket, I'm not finished writing! The little gay people in my phone need me!"

"Ah," Xander said disinterestedly, still scrolling through his phone. "Is this one you? Average Giant Kissing Enjoyer? Ooh, scandalous."

My whole body tingled. "N - no, that's someone else who likes giants."

He put away his phone. "You know, for someone who likes kissing giants, there's an awful lot of writing about it and a disappointing lack of kissing."

Next thing I knew I was dropped into his other hand, which was rising up dangerously close to his face. "Wait! I'm not ready!" I cried, but his lips were already on my face. His bushy mustache tickled the top of my head. Those lips were so soft and warm, and his breath smelled of peppermint. Though his touch was light it was persistent and I felt my face slipping in between those lips until I felt the wetness of the inside of his mouth.

Without realizing it I was smiling with my eyes closed. Xander pulled away. "You were saying?"

"I was saying - " And that was all I managed to say before he was on me again. He pressed me against his palm with kiss after kiss. This ravishment was not restricted to my face, either, as he brushed his lips all over the front of my body. When that was done he flipped me over and started working on the back.

"I love the way you lose it when I kiss you," said Xander, his eyes half-closed.

I wiped a thin layer of his saliva off my face. "To be fair, it is hard to talk when I'm inside you."

He chuckled. "Gay. Now, little giant kissing enjoyer, let's go do some enjoying. No more writing. You're on break."

"Oh come on," I protested. "It's not like that's the only thing I think about. I just needed a username that reflected my love of g/t content, and also tells people that while I prefer wholesome interactions I'm also casually horny (in an asexual way) and not afraid of exploring another person's body."

Xander unzipped his shirt pocket. "Well I don't know about that. But you've been very naughty, writing on the day off. You belong to me and you should be taking better care of yourself. Now you're going into time out."

"Wait!" I cried, but I was already being dropped into his pocket. It was dark in there, but warm. I could feel his heartbeat through his shirt. Above me I could hear and feel him zipping the pocket closed. Suddenly I was being gently compressed. Xander must have been using a finger to massage me from outside. I couldn't help myself, and I reached out my hands to grab at the fabric tightly wrapped around his chest, burying my face in his warmth and inhaling his scent.

"Now you're going to stay in there until you don’t think about writing anymore for the rest of the day," said Xander. "And if you're very good, then you'll get more kisses and maybe something else."

Maybe it was the darkness, maybe the warmth, maybe his finger gently stroking me, but I immediately fell asleep.

#g/t #giant/tiny #g/t writing #agke microfic #sfw gt #gentle giant #g/t july #suggestive

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hhthr · 10 months

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BEFORE YOU SCROLL...

Hi! You can refer to me as Heath, but may recognize me under other aliases such as @certified-clownwave :] I'm a 21 y/o Queer, AFAB. Okay with any male/androgynous identifiers. I'm a Switch, so there will be a mix of content here for Sub and Dom.

This is a side blog attached to my main, so I follow, message and reply through @certified-clownwave, unless you message me first here.

PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT OR FOLLOW IF YOU ARE A MINOR/HAVE NO AGE IN YOUR BIO. You will be immediately blocked otherwise.

~ I will edit this later to add links to a Ko-Fi and Fansly if I make them ~

CONTENT YOU WILL FIND HERE...

» Sensual audios. Mostly of me, but if others included, will tag properly. ~ Always willing to collaborate ;] ~

» Brat behavior: begging, pleading, teasing, sass. Praise is a huge aspect in that as well.

» Voyeur/Exhibitionism. Love the idea of having your eyes on me <3

» Breeding. Need I say more? Who doesn't love a good creampie.

» BDSM. This includes rope, leather, restraints, etc. Also under the same umbrella is masochism/sadism kinks, choking, marking (scratching/biting), so on and so forth.

» Other Queer/LGBT+ blogs/creators. I have a strong belief in supporting other accounts in the same community!

Feel free to message and send whatever you please, I will do my best to answer and respond to it <3

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~ Will add as I make and use more tags ~

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» Piss/Scat/Emetophilia. Not interested.

» Anal. As of right now, I have no inclination or curiosity about doing anal. I'd prefer to stay off that topic till I decide to explore it.

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» DDLG. I may reblog from profiles that engage in DDLG, but I do not explicitly post or have interest in that community. If I reblog from anyone who has a problematic history with that, please let me know.

If you have any questions, inquiries, curiosities or want to just talk with me, don't be afraid to reach out <3

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queermarzipan · 9 months

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Hello, I’m Ameera a 23 years old Muslim lesbian who is trying to come out, I’ve been in the closet with my girlfriend for way too long, because of how dangerous and hard it is to come out as a lesbian to a religious Muslim family, but me and my girlfriend have decided to do whatever it takes and risk it all to come out, do you mind supporting and encouraging us?, we have the plan to go away which is why I have my donation campaign pinned on my profile, if I raise at least that goal I can start the process with my savings, I can’t come out until I’d gotten my apartment and I’m away from family, so please support by donating if you can and help reblog though I know we all have what we dealing with, so I’m not imposing we just need all the support and encouragement we can get, check my pinned post for more information on how you can support, if you are a Muslim queer and you are out, please help with tips on how to make it less complicated, any word of advice is also really needed, we really wanna come out but we need y’all 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️ pride please come through for us, I believe pride is for all

I'm afraid I don't really have any advice to offer you; though I am queer, I am neither Muslim nor facing significant discrimination in my life. I can't donate, but I will send this post out into the tumblr cyberspace to, hopefully, help.

As an important addendum: I went through your blog to see if you were being sincere and I believe you are, mainly because when I scrolled down far enough I found you interacting with other people's posts casually before you began reaching out to people individually. Others, however, may block you on sight, because this setup is, as you seem to have been made aware of and which you addressed in this post, VERY reminiscent of scammers. I would advise including reciepts in your asks of posts you've reblogged a while ago (e.g. your first post, a post unrelated to queer things, this utterly charming anecdote, your original asking-for-support post that you self-reblogged to add a thank you) in order to be read as more immediately and transparently authentic. Unfortunately, no matter how well-put-together your asks are, they will read immediately as a scam to most users. Providing reciepts - indeed, even just including a request to check out your blog if they're unconvinced by your authenticity - will help, because people on here are very aware of scams relying on people's instinctive emotional reactions overriding their logical brain. Actively asking the person you're talking to to use their logical brain to properly assess you will mark you out as different.

#donate #marzipan speaks

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1tad0ri · 3 years

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OKAY hey girl lemme j say how invested in this blog i am going to be . okay . so uh yuuji being the horny shit he is and texting you late at night to come to his room n you barely get through the door b4 he’s grabbing at you n telling you how much he missed your body n how he was *thinking* of you before n j URGH lemme get dat pls 🤲🤲

warning: body worship, eating out

itadori yuuji x fem!reader

AHDHSJJS FIRST OF ALL THANK YOUUU that’s so sweet!!! <3 second of all, girl i gotchu

“for fuck’s sake.” the shuffle of your sneakers along the corridor was almost too loud in the otherwise quiet space, phone screen lit up and reflecting back at you as you scrolled through the text messages that had gotten you into this situation in the first place.

one peaceful night was what you wanted. one goddamn full night’s rest. oh... but it was so hard to ignore him, no matter what time he texted you.

the amount of times you wanted to pretend to be asleep was outshone by the fact that you always wanted to talk to yuuji. eccentric and playful, he hit all the points on your ‘boyfriend checklist.’

arriving in front of his door, you sighed, clicking your phone screen off and stuffing the device into your back pocket—you hoped that he hadn’t asked you to come over to play uno at 2 a.m. again. the “can you please come over?” text had been fairly ominous, but truthfully you wouldn’t mind just cuddling up to him and falling asleep if he wanted.

you twisted the doorknob—he always left his room unlocked like a dummy (a cute dummy) and by this point you knew to spare yourself the knocking, knowing a reply of “it’s open!” would just reach you from inside.

the door creaked open under a single push and you stepped inside the familiar room, the movement already rehearsed in your mind during the walk from your dorm over to his.

“yuuji, what do you-”

heavy lips against the corner of your mouth interrupted you when someone pulled you into their chest—they’d missed your own lips in their haste but your mouth fell open in shock all the same, you squeaking as you stumbled into their arms, trying to find something to grab ahold of. your hands found warm shoulders to dig into as your regained your balance and you barely registered the click of the door shut behind you.

steady now, you untangled yourself from the person, pulling back to find yuuji staring back at you—of course it was him, this was his room after all.

he was already diving back into your lips before you could speak, and you know what? you let him. his mouth was hot when it pressed to yours and when his hand on your back pushed your waist closer to him and you felt the nudge of something hard against your leg, you decided he could do whatever he wanted to you at that point.

your arms travelled up from his shoulders to loop around his neck properly and he held you against him, so sweet and boyish when his tongue hungrily nudged between your lips, asking for entrance.

yuuji tilted his head back from yours enough to speak once he’d had his fill of shoving his tongue down your throat, hands wandering down to rub at you through your shorts. “do you know how long i’ve been thinking about this?” his voice was husky, eyes glazed over—he was lost to his desires already.

his fingers cupped your mound, shoving the pads of them against your cunt through the fabric, making you whine. “fuck, you’re so perfect.” a quick kiss to your lips. “always so much better than what i imagine.” another kiss, but this time, when he tried to pull away, you tugged him back.

you ground down on his fingers, nipping at his lips, legs shaking. “yuuji, h-harder.” he did as he was told, pressing along your underside blindly until he found your clit, knowing it was the right spot when you let out a surprised, “oh—”

then his hands were back on your sides (despite how much he loved the feeling of you melting against his chest from barely anything at all, the heat radiating from your pussy evident even without him directly touching it) and when he whispered, “jump,” into your ear, you did as you were told, his arms catching you easily and hoisting you up so you could wrap your legs around his waist, grinding your cores together. once again, you were thanking the universe for blessing you with such a strong boyfriend.

yuuji was pushing his face into your neck, breathing you in, babbling, tasting the skin—everything. “i’ve missed you. missed you so, so much.” his lips tickled, leaving behind a trail of fire and goosebumps in their wake, and you were holding onto him for dear life—it was as though sometimes he didn’t realize what he did to you (actually, you were sure that was the case now that you thought about it). he was always so needy, just a few hours apart seeming to drive him wild. it was flattering and you also maybe found it a little more hot than you probably should.

“couldn’t cum without you. mmm... needed your pretty pussy.” fuck. he just kept talking and talking, and the thought of him laying on his bed, frustrated, cock gripped in his palm as he fantasized about you only a few doors down was filling your mind, your wild imagination going straight to the building heat in your body.

from this angle, your head was just a little above his and you pushed lightly on the back of his neck to bury his face further into you, breath hitching when he bit at your collarbone. “don’t worry, i’m here now, baby. you can do whatever you want,” you cooed, finding it hard to keep your voice steady.

his movements paused for a moment, only his warm breath continuing to fan against you, and then he looked up, eyes wide. “really?”

leaning down to peck his nose, you swallowed thickly at the look in his eyes, nodding. “really.”

your head spun when he immediately turned on his heels away from the door and instead walked further into the room, dropping you onto the bed not far away. you bounced when you landed on the soft surface and tried to sit up, but yuuji was already crawling between your legs, hands planted on the covers as he leaned up to kiss you, gently pushing you to lay down. you allowed yourself to fall completely back, heart beating as you stared at the ceiling. yeah, you had ended up on his bed like you thought you were going to but... it seemed like your plans of cuddling had gone completely out the window.

a tug at your shorts had you glancing downwards, seeing that he had wasted no time settling in front of you, nipping at your thighs and tugging at your bottoms. yuuji met your burning gaze when he felt it on him, his lips attached to your upper thigh—it was a pretty sight, the blooming reds resulting from none other than your own handiwork on his mouth. his eyes were wide and lustful—cute yet making your stomach do flips as only he could.

“let me taste you, please.” hoarse voice begging, he was already running a finger close to your still-covered crotch, blinking up at you and waiting for permission. he was desperate, eyes flicking down momentarily to work your shorts down just over your hip bones as he placed a lopsided kiss to your clit through them. his eyes were back on yours. “can i? you want to cum on my tongue, don’t you? you’re going to let me tongue fuck you, yeah?”

fuck, fuck, fuck. “oh my god,” you whispered, taking in his wide blown pupils. you frantically nodded at his words, if only to shut him up before you came from that.

yuuji grinned and you were absolutely done with him because it was the same cheesy smile he always gave you and, quite frankly, it wasn’t fair if he was doing it while slick dripped out of you and onto his fingers holding your underwear to the side. you wanted to hate him for driving you wild by just being him, but it turns out you were incapable of that as well.

he buried his face in your clothed cunt, pressing light kisses to it and murmuring praise about how you were so perfect, fingers working to blindly pull your bottoms down. you helped him by shimming out of them and kicking them off to the side (shoes tumbling off when you pressed them off at the heel—you’d also pulled your phone out of your pocket and chucked it somewhere further up the bed for safe keeping in a single moment of clarity), spreading your legs for him to lean down between again, knees bent and feet planted firmly on the bed.

he took a moment to admire your pussy, the dripping lips fully on display before him, and for once he was quiet, nearly drooling.

“yuu-”

his tongue was on the folds and licking a stripe up, your thighs closing in to squeeze his head closer in surprise and you pulling on his hair, your grip so strong you were almost afraid of some of the strands coming loose (or you would be if you could think straight that is).

his hands locked around your thighs and he slid you closer to him, licking and sucking as though he were starved. you yelped and clung to the bed sheets as he dragged you closer, completely caught off guard by everything and legs burning as they bounced from the onslaught at your core. “yuuji-”

“such a good girl, opening yourself up to me.” he kissed your clit, lips so soft, and humming praise. “love it when you spread open for me. fuck, love it so much, always thinking about it.”

when yuuji’s tongue poked at your heat and then wiggled its way past the entrance, slipping in with little resistance from your wet hole, curses and whines fell from your lips. he worked the muscle in and out of you, curling it perfectly against your walls to hit the weak spots inside of you before he removed it to speak again, caught up in his own thoughts, saying anything that came to mind. his lack of filter had you pressing your fingers into the back of his head with a death grip, mind reeling.

“you’re perfect, so perfect. i love this pretty pussy.” yuuji flattened his tongue against your slit, words vibrating into you. “gonna make you cum from just my tongue. going to make this pretty pussy cum from just my tongue.” and that he did. if there was anything yuuji was, it was someone who could deliver on his promises. “it’s what my pretty baby deserves.”

you don’t know how long it took him, whether it be a few short minutes or long hours that had flashed by (you had your bet on the former considering you were already ready to cum for him as soon as he’d set to work kissing and grinding against you as soon as you’d walked in the door, although you truthfully wouldn’t be surprised at either option), but yuuji hadn’t let up once on you until you were coming undone all over his tongue, too fucked out of your mind to try to last any longer. his tongue just kept going, sliding along your folds to take up everything, relishing the taste of your jucies.

your legs were jumping at the feeling, chest heaving, and you tugged at his hair to pull him up—it was so good, yet almost too much—

when he finally emerged, lower half of his face covered in slick, he was on you again, pinning you to the mattress and kissing you—he’d quickly swiped the back of his hand across his face so it wasn’t too wet, but you could still taste yourself on his tongue, mumbling around him at the taste.

“yuuji—”

even though he had finally left your cunt alone, you still felt overwhelmed as his hands drew shapes over your skin, tracing up your sides and running over your curves. “perfect—fuck—you’re so perfect. your body is perfect, perfect, perfect. want you so baddd.”

you whimpered into his mouth, unable to reply in any other way. yuuji was nuzzling his face against yours, lips landing everywhere and no where at once. “you tasted so good,” he practically moaned at the memory. he licked his lips to taste you all over again and you could feel the wetness against the side of your mouth when he did so, your faces pressed so close together you could feel every little pull of his facial muscles.

“yuuji— ugh, fuck.” you shoved your hand in front of his mouth to stop him for a moment, his latest kiss landing on your palm and still somehow making you shiver.

his eyes were wide as he blinked down at you, hands stilled on your stomach. “babe?” his voice was muffled around your hand. “did i... did i do something wrong?”

“wha- yuuji, what? baby, no, of course not.” he let you pull him to rest on your chest and you stroked his hair soothingly as he tried to peer up at you, straining his neck. “you did so well. made me cum so well.” you kissed his forehead and he squeezed one eye closed when you did so, melting at the feeling. “i just think it’s time to help you out a little, hm?”

you cut off the protest he was surely about to make about how getting you off was enough for him when your leg purposefully brushed against the front of him, his dick solid on you even under the layers. he groaned and buried his face further into your chest. the opening and closing of his lips in silent pants rubbed on your breasts still hidden under your t-shirt—you didn’t even think he was aware of it, but you sure were—and he nodded meekly in reply when you mumbled out a quiet, “okay, baby?” into his hair.

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angryschnauzer · 3 years

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Moonlight On The Sand

Summary: Stationed to the desert for a short mission, you are on terrain inspection when the full moon emerges from behind the clouds. However little do you know there’s something about the Captain accompanying you that may change things forever. Based on this ask from @fairndsquare

Pairing; Captain Syverson x Female Reader (no race or size mentioned) Fandom: Henry Cavill, Sand Castle (Movie) Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Werewolves, Werewolf!Sy, Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Unprotected Sex, Ovulation, Breeding, Outdoor Sex/Car Sex. This is NOT an ABO story.

I do not run a tag list, but please go follow @angryschnauzerwrites and put that blog onto notifications. You’ll then get an alert every time i post a new story. Masterlist got too big for Tumblr, so past works can be found at @angryschnauzerwrites or on my AO3

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Sy fumed silently as he drove the truck through the abandoned desert. He was furious that he had been overruled, but the general had finally done a site visit and his word was final; Sy had to show the new logistics planner the area, and there was no avoiding it.

What the General didn’t know was what Sy had been through during his posting in the dry and barren landscape. That mythical creatures didn’t always originate from leafy green valleys, or snow capped mountains, sometimes they dwelled in dry arid plains and rocky outcrops.

The truck hit a particularly proud rock on the dirt track and leapt into the air, your hands flying as you grasped for something to steady yourself on, one on the dash and one on the particularly meaty thigh of your commanding officer.

“Sorry” the gruff man uttered through gritted teeth.

“S’okay… the moon’ll be up soon and we’ll be able to see better as its full tonight” you casually replied, looking out over the desert surrounding you, surprised as the truck slowed down a little.

“The moon?”

“Yes, you know the big round rock orbiting the earth?”

“I know what the moon is darlin’, been cloudy the last ten days so hadn’t been keeping track…” he muttered to himself.

You used the small penstick flashlight to glance over the map;

“I need to see this valley, and get an idea of what it’ll be like to bring the trailers in with water tanks on”

The Captain glanced where you were pointing and nodded once, letting the truck veer to the right to follow the camel route up through the hills.

As the truck gained elevation Sy could feel his mouth watering. He could not only smell you, he could sense how you had grown wet in his presence. It was like a sickly sweet coating of pollen at the back of his throat on a spring day back home. Halfway through the day he’d been in a conference call as you stood in the corner of the room, observing as he updated his superiors back in Washington, when he’d picked up another sense, the only way to describe it was as if something had suddenly ripened in the room. It’d taken him until the end of the call to realise it was you and your body had just reached its most fertile point in the month. You were ripe and ready, you just didn’t know it.

That single thought had plagued Sy for the rest of the day, something in the pit of his belly was just telling him to flee, to get as far away from you as possible… for your safety. But then his military training had kicked in and he’d followed orders, and that’s how he found himself pulling the truck onto a rocky pullout on the curved track as it skirted around the hill, the view over the valley spectacular as the moon finally emerged from behind the clouds and illuminated the earth below.

Stepping out of the truck you used your night vision goggles to scan over the plateau in front of you, looking out over the wide vista. You felt the heat of his body first, standing behind you, the hairs on the back of your neck prickling up. You knew what he was wanting.

24 hours earlier.

Scrolling your phone you checked the calendar, relieved that the mission to the desert would be there and back in the space of two weeks, back in time before your monthly bleed would start again. If there’s one thing you didn’t want to have to deal with, it would be tampons and sand. It would mean you’d be ovulating whilst there, but you had enough sugary snacks packed to keep the hormones subdued, and this wasn’t your first time being overseas, although normally you were confined to a small base north of Washington DC.

The flight had been long and bumpy, little more than a glorified cargo hold, so by the time you arrived at the compound and finally got to meet the infamous Captain Syverson, you were tingling with anticipation for what the next two weeks would involve.

When he finally spoke, it was low and deep, resonating through your spine;

“You need to get in that truck, and drive it far from here…”

You went to turn but his hand caught your arm, keeping you looking out over the valley;

“Captain?”

“Private, do as i tell you… there are things in these hills, that you don’t know of and don’t need to know of…”

It was then that you sensed it: the connection. It was like a spark shot up your spine, and in a moment of foolhardy courage you turned, the air being sucked from your lungs when you saw him. The Captain stood before you, his eyes burning into your soul, the ring of fire in his irises and his canine teeth just a little more prominent. Your chest heaved with a shaky breath, and his nostrils flared;

“Private…” he warned one last time.

But rather than running in the opposite direction, you slowly took a step forward, holding your hand to his cheek and for a moment your touch soothed him. You took in how his hair had grown longer, his shoulders even broader, he was virile and potent. That’s when he felt it, his senses clouded as the moon took hold, but finally he realised; you weren’t afraid.

His body slammed yours against the side of the truck, his lips on yours as his tongue pushed into your mouth; tasting you, devouring you. Your hands clung to the sides of his weather beaten uniform, pulling him ever closer so you could feel every inch of his body pressing against yours until suddenly his hands were on your hips and he was lifting you onto the still warm hood of the truck. With expert skill he had quickly shed you of your cargo pants and sensible undergarments, his face between your thighs and you watched with fascination as he inhaled deeply, humming as your scent hit his brain before he dived in.

His tongue was everywhere; licking and tasting you, running firm circles over your clit before descending and pushing the thick muscle into your velvet channel, his sharp teeth pressed against your soaked folds as he tasted you from within. When you came you screamed into the night sky, your legs shaking as the feral beast between your thighs growled in satisfaction, his eyes glowing.

He pulled you from the hood and carried you to the rear of the vehicle, opening the tailgate before sitting you on the edge as he made quick work of his cargo pants, his thigh holster holding them up as his thick cock unfurled from the worn in cotton. You swallowed nervously; you were far from a virgin but the thought of the thick gnarled girth splitting your insides apart had you pulling away for a moment. That was until he gently cupped the back of your neck, pulling your face to his as he rested his forehead on yours and you instantly felt calmer and relaxed. The first touch of his hot flesh against your soaked core had you trembling with anticipation, before he paused, one massive hand resting over your stomach, and he growled as the warmth of your womb almost burnt into his palm;

“Mine...” he muttered, before those feral eyes met yours; “...ours”

“Captain… now, please…” you whined, knowing that what he knew about you, and you were ready.

With a roar he surged forward, your ripened walls parting for him as if welcoming him home. With his palm still pressed to your stomach he could feel himself inside you, the thickness pushing out your belly as he moved slowly and carefully, working to get just the right angle until he paused and you saw that ring of fire in his irises again burn bright.

It was then that he moved faster, the pull and push hitting every spot inside you, feral and wanting, an urgent need to to fill you with his seed, to breed you took over. Faster and faster he pounded into your soft body, drawing orgasms out of you quicker than you could process them, before he slowed and pulled you up so you were sitting, your bodies still connected. In that moment it was when the connection, the bond was finally fully formed, and as he pressed his forehead to your and started to fuck you again, you felt your spirit joining with his. His thrusts got faster, harder, his breath hot on your skin. The angle of his pelvis meant it took just a couple more thrusts and you were coming again, this time he threw his head back and let out a cry-come-howl as he released into your womb, his seed flooding into you as your body eagerly milked him of it.

You stayed joined in the most intimate of ways until the cool night air made a shiver run down your back, the movement of your body making you realise the Captain was still hard and nestled deep within you;

“So… are we stuck?”

“No… but this is the first time i’ve done… this… whilst i’ve been like… this…” he let out a huff of air; “I’m not exactly sure how long i’m gonna stay hard Darlin’... we could be here a while…”

“All night?” you said, a hint of hope in your voice

“I’m yours until the moon goes down Darlin’”

“And after the moon goes down?”

He Captain paused;

“What would a girl like you want with a beast like me come daybreak?”

Running your hand over his beard your thumb caressed the skin of his cheek;

“Everything Captain… i want all of you...” It was only in that moment that Sy saw it, the ring of fire in your own eyes. He had found his mate and you had found yours; “Breed me Captain…”

#captain syverson #captain syverson smut #captain sy x reader #captain syverson x reader #henry cavill

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laineystein · 2 years

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I’ve realized that maybe not everyone likes the fact that I make personal posts and that’s okay.

Everyone can post what they want. Everyone can like what they like and dislike what they dislike. I’d hope that if someone ever posted something that truly bothered you, you’d just unfollow them. Or black list them. Or do any of the other things that can help you curate your tumblr experience.

I don’t owe anyone an explanation but I can’t sleep and I do my best (over)thinking when I can’t sleep so now I’m really ruminating on this…amongst other things. And at the end of the day it is my silly little blog so if I want to unpack things mentally on my silly little blog, I can do so. Again - unfollow if that’s not your thing.

I created this blog so I had something mindless to scroll through on my “breaks” at work. My usual social media (facebook and instagram) was depressing. Everyone was quarantining and perfecting their bread recipes and I was watching half of Manhattan get COVID and die.

I didn’t randomly pick tumblr. I actually used to have a studyblr blog many years ago — 2013ish aka peak Tumblr era. It was once a mindless distraction when I was friendless, living in a city I hated, and just very unhappy during med school. I thought it could be a similar escape again now that I was an actual doctor existing at the epicenter of a global pandemic. I thought maybe I’d write fic, read fic, reblog pictures of cats — the usual. I didn’t think I’m make friends. I certainly didn’t think a good portion of my following would be Jews or gerim or people interested in Israel but too afraid to ask so they watch from afar (I see you and you entertain me and I enjoy your presence so please stay).

I think everything that happened in Israel this summer really solidified that. A lot of my personal posts started with me showing moments from my time in the army and answering questions people had. It wasn’t enough to say I was in the IDF and you all have no idea what you’re talking about. Photos humanize an experience. Then I went to Israel and shared some photos because I wanted the beauty in Israel (and also the normalcy) to be what was on tumblr - not the ignorance about ap*rtheid/colonization/all other bullshit that really flared during the May 2021 conflict. This is the same exact reason I posted so many photos on my more recent trip home — Israel is just a normal place with normal people leading normal lives. Again: Photos humanize an experience.

In 2021, I officially started dating my now boyfriend. I shared that because there were a few of you that knew him simply as The Boy™️ from my old blog and it was humorous to me to show how far we’d come. It was also joy amongst the chaos - and our relationship is a complicated one within the Jewish community we grew up in. In sharing our relationship it was inevitable that I shared the challenges I have forever faced as a woman who rejects tzniut in the orthodox community. And I found many of you reaching out, sharing those same frustrations — all of us bonding because a Jew’s relationship with their faith and Halacha is a unique journey for us all but a shared one when there are challenges and it’s also nice to know we’re not alone. So I have continued to share those experiences.

I shared photos of me traveling amongst blog posts of me dealing with my PTSD. I wanted to show that happiness and depression aren’t mutually exclusive. You can have moments of joy and still know that your mind is at war with itself most days. One day I couldn’t get out of bed, the next day I had to get out of bed to go to work, and then the day after that I was attending a wedding and my heart was full.

I shared photos of my runs because I like to move and as a physician I want others to like to move because prioritizing your own health is something you should do because you love your body, not because you hate it. I also love being outside. I love exploring. So I show the places I run and hike and get lost in - also in photos.

I share food because I’m fucking Israeli and that’s what we do. Because for as much as antisemitism is still very much a thing and being a Jew can be exhausting sometimes, our existence is really boiled down to simchot and *that* is the best thing to share. I also exist in a kosher world and I want to share that because I don’t think many people know what that looks like (it looks very much like a non-kosher world, btw).

So much of this blog has turned into me sharing the joys of being a Jew. So much of this blog has been a journey of me moving on from the absolute hell that was 2020. I’m a nerd at heart. My PTSD has made me less extroverted than I used to be. I need so much more time to recharge. Yes, doctors that are successful in their fields and in healthy relationships can still do mindless things in their off-time. Something like this was actually recommended by my (employer mandated) therapist. So tumblr has been a nice escape. But I want it be an escape for you too. So if all of my posts are triggering to you in some way, please unfollow me. I can’t believe that even needs to be said.

If only some of them are irritating, block as you see fit. If you don’t want to see…

my personal posts - block #lainey things

posts about my work in the ER - block #md things

posts about my boyfriend (on the off chance I don’t tag them as #lainey things) - block #the boy™️

posts about Israel - block #my heart my home and block #israel things

posts about the IDF - block #IDF things

posts about Judaism - block #jew things

posts about COVID - block #covid things

posts of me showing you my stupid ootd - block #ootd things

#let a girl kvetch #what is tumblr for if not to attempt to organize the dumb sh*t you think about?

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jingerhead · 2 years

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Hey Jinger feel free to ignore this if you want lol. But I’m new to the aftg fandom and don’t really have anyone to ask for advice and I’m also worried of my problem coming across as rude. So with all those caveats I was wondering if you had any advice for navigating the fandom when you can’t stand some of the top ships? I don’t begrudge anyone who ships and writes them but I cannot stand romantic relationships between Kevin and Neil or Kevin and Andrew or Kevin/Andrew/Neil. I recognize this is a personal thing on how Iview their personalities but when seeing even the tags (despite filtering) makes me no longer want to read that author how do I deal? I don’t want to be a person who shames or looks down on others ships but also want to enjoy my fandom experience. Again absolutely no hate to those who ship those. I guess I’m begging for advice

ps sorry for mistakes english isn’t my first language

Hey there lovely, I'm sorry you're feeling that way. Everyone in a fandom goes through the same thing, and I firstly want to make sure you know that it's totally okay to dislike something. You don't have to like everything that's in a fandom space, and you don't have to try to force yourself to feel that way, either. Please take care of yourself and your mental health first.

The best advice I can give you about this is learning to ignore and disregard the things you don't enjoy. It isn't easy to learn, but it's very very beneficial to scroll past things you don't want to see. Personally, I also don't care for those same ships, but that doesn't mean other people share those same views. People will continue to create whatever content they want, and if you don't want to see it you just have to ignore it.

You also don't have to read everything from a specific author, and you don't have to read anything from a specific author at all if you don't want to. Just don't bully them about the things they've created, don't leave mean comments, don't leave constructive criticism comments unless someone asks for it. Bottom line: it's totally okay to not read or to dislike something in a fandom, just don't send hate and don't read it.

Find a space where you're surrounded by the things you really enjoy in a fandom. Honestly, spending time complaining/hating on things you dislike is just tiring, and it's way better to just look at the things you do enjoy. Use filters and block stuff on AO3 - here are 2 different ways you can block tags on AO3 if you'd like to: One Two - and above all else, search for things you enjoy. Find people who enjoy those things too and talk to them.

I hate to say it, but it's just impossible to avoid EVERYTHING. You can block it out as much as you want but there will always be something getting through somehow, and it's best to just scroll past. Find the blogs you want to follow and creators you want to see more from, and don't be afraid to block someone. Everyone acts as if it's this huge toxic thing, and yeah sometimes it is, but honestly it's just a tool to keep you from seeing things you don't want to see. If you see a blog that keeps making content you dislike? Block them so you don't have to see it anymore. It's great. I do recommend it.

It isn't easy and definitely takes time to create a safe space, especially in a fandom you're just walking into. If you ever want to, feel free to reach out with a DM, I'd love to talk to you or give you further pointers if I know more details! Take care of yourself, lovely

#jinger answers

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thatfreakything · 2 years

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Granting Wishes

(Hello, I’m back again with another CROB fic! I’m not as proud of this one, because it’s the first one that I wrote while dragging myself out of writer’s block -- but I think it’s alright to post, so here we are! The Almondfort one might be next~ Oh, and while it’s not a promise, I know a lot of people are posting Tickletober late, and I will be doing the same thing whenever I get around to writing them. Enjoy!)

Warning: This is a tickle fic, and I run a SFW tickle-themed blog. NSFW are more than welcome to read, but please do not reblog if you are primarily kink themed blog. Thank you for respecting my boundaries.

Fandom: Cookie Run: Ovenbreak

Ship: Hydrangea x Lotus Dragon (Pining)

Characters: Lee!Hydrangea Cookie, Ler!Lotus Dragon Cookie

Words: 1276

Potential Warnings: Nothing other than Hydrangea is both afraid of and a simp for Lotus.

Hydrangea Cookie had been called on again. It was obvious to everyone in the Lotus Palace -- she had dropped what she had been doing and rushed down the long hallways, towards Lotus Dragon Cookie’s chamber. The faint notes of the dragon’s mandolin echoed throughout the palace, and the rest of the servants looked on. Some were jealous, while some were oddly relieved -- dealing with the dragon’s every command was both a blessing and a curse.

“You asked to see me, Great Dragon?” Hydrangea asked while entering, slightly out of breath. The dragon’s vibrant gaze almost pierced her heart.

“Yes,” they answered, lingering on the word for just a moment. “I want you to speak with me.”

Hydrangea sighed. Lotus was always waiting on her for the simplest of things, making her do paperwork and dance to amuse her. The floral cookie loved her job, but...it was tiring. She approached, but did not dare to get too close. The dragon was powerful, and though they were not as aggressive as their counterparts, they were very proud and could be easily slighted.

“Of course, Great Dragon. Whatever you ask of me,” she hummed, leaning against the wall (she was likely going to be there for a while).

“Thank you,” Lotus responded, gently strumming their mandolin. “How has your day been for you?”

Horrible. Tedious. Slow. “It has been wonderful thus far.”

“And your work?”

Infuriating. “The same as it always is.”

“How have the other servants been treating you?”

Like snobs. “Obediently.”

“And why do you think you can lie to me?”

Hydrangea choked on her breath, looking at the dragon in mild horror. They were staring down at her with narrowed eyes and a thin smile. For a moment, the cookie considered running for her life -- then remembered that she could talk her way out of this. She was too valuable and too loved for the dragon to kill her. She’d be okay.

Wouldn’t she?

“I...am sorry, Great Dragon,” Hydrangea began delicately. “I did not mean to insult you. I simply thought you might be...unsatisfied...with my honest answers.”

In one quick moment, Lotus Dragon was in front of her. The quiet cookie gasped, covering her mouth with her fan and staying where she was. The dragon was unpredictable -- had she offended them somehow, even with her explanation? Or was it something else? She braced for impact as Lotus reached out for her arm.

“Hydrangea…”

The cookie looked up again as she was calmly brought closer.

“My darling Hydrangea...you need not lie to me,” Lotus whispered, using their other hand to gently touch Hydrangea’s face. Their voice had hints of frustration, but was oddly...warm. “I asked about how you were doing and being treated. Any dissatisfaction I find in your answers will not be your fault.”

Hydrangea found herself blushing. “Thank you, Great Dragon.”

“You are welcome,” the Blue Dragon murmured. “Is there any way that I may bring some light back into your day?”

Something crossed Hydrangea’s mind for sure, but she’d be damned if she mentioned it to Lotus. She tried desperately to think of an answer before she had to go back to going through her gigantic pile of scrolls. “I...I am not sure.”

“I don’t want to send you back unsatisfied,” the dragon lamented, trailing their fingers down Hydrangea’s jawline. “There must be something I--” Something interrupted them. Something that the cookie was hoping they wouldn’t notice. They gently traced their thumb in a circle, right where Hydrangea’s jaw met her neck.

And the dragon was rewarded with a crooked smile.

“Oh?” they mused, a slight lilt in their voice. The floral cookie went into a flustered panic.

“M-my dragon, I--”

“Hush,” Lotus interrupted, pulling Hydrangea into their arms, “and let me play with you.”

Hydrangea’s blush came back about ten times stronger than before. She opened her mouth to ask one of her many questions, but she wound up squeaking instead as her ruler began to tease the back of her neck.

“How amusing,” Lotus hummed, smiling a little. “I shall continue this for a while -- unless, of course, you wish for me to stop?”

Well, that was a difficult question to answer. Hydrangea stammered for a moment, unable to quell her own embarrassment for long enough to speak clearly. “i-I, well…” She averted her gaze. “W-what if I...wish for you to c-continue…?”

The dragon chuckled softly, holding Hydrangea close. “Then I will grant that wish.”

The cookie hid her face in Lotus’ chest as the latter resumed, starting by gently tickling under her chin before going down to her stomach. Hydrangea was not used to mirth, nor to being so open in front of her ruler, and so she was in a predicament -- she was unsure of whether to cover her face and her shy smile, or whether to let her dragon see. She wasn’t doing a very good job of hiding, anyway.

“I-I-- Ehehehe! G-Greheheat Drahagon!”

“Yes?” Lotus prompted, still lightly tickling Hydrangea’s stomach with a content look on their face.

“Ihihi--” Hydrangea tried to respond, but could not speak through her tittering. Pent-up reactions from over the years were now spilling out through a stream of giggles.

“You cookies and your simple pleasures,” the dragon said with a smile. “So small and sensitive -- it’s quite adorable, really.”

Hydrangea could not stop the embarrassed whine that escaped her lips. “Lohohotuhus!”

The dragon stopped. “What was that?”

Hydrangea was suddenly filled with dread -- she didn’t mean to address her ruler so informally, it was just an honest slip of the tongue. She looked into the eyes of Lotus Dragon -- and thankfully, only seemed to find mischief.

“...M-my apologies. It was an a-accident.”

“Was it now?” the dragon purred, leaning in a little bit. “Regardless, I still think you deserve some punishment for your transgressions.”

The cookie shivered, somewhere between nervous and excited. “W-what kind of punishment?”

Lotus didn’t answer verbally -- they simply went straight for Hydrangea’s ribs and stomach. The floral cookie downright squealed, which was something she was not known to do, and burst into sudden and bright peals of laughter.

“Ahahahaha! I-I’m sohohoryyy!” She kicked her legs a little, squirming and yet leaning into the sensation. The dragon only laughed along with her, tickling her ribs as they might pluck the strings of their precious mandolin.

“My goodness, I don’t think you’ve ever shown such emotion to me before,” they murmured, keeping Hydrangea close to their chest. “I shall do this more often -- next time you appear to be annoyed, perhaps? This should put a smile on your face then, too.”

Hydrangea buried her face in her hands, flustered and trying desperately to hide her blush from Lotus. The dragon’s honest and yet sweet teasing was absolutely killing her, and she didn’t know what to do with herself. All she could do was laugh, filled with embarrassment and mirth.

Eventually, Lotus grew tired of using their hands so much, and Hydrangea was tired from all of her laughing and squirming. The dragon sank to the ground, cradling their assistant and almost rocking her to let her calm down. Neither of them knew how long had passed, but it didn’t matter at this point -- they were both just lost in the moment.

“T-thank you,” Hydrangea whispered as soon as she had caught her breath. Lotus nodded. It was strange to see the dragon so enamored and calm at the same time, but it was a beautiful sight. The cookie didn’t want to forget it, and she didn’t want the peace to come to an end.

“Of course, my darling Hydrangea. Whatever you wish.”

#sfw tickling #tickle fic #crob tickling #cr tickling #lee!hydrangea #lee!hydrangea cookie #ler!lotus dragon #ler!lotus #ler!lotus dragon cookie #my writing

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isthisthingeven0n · 3 years

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your favourite girl : d.d

brief summary: as well as being one of davids friends, you’re also his fwb. but as time passes by, you can’t help but allow your feelings for him to develop, even if they’ll never be reciprocated. (1.9k)

requested: yes by the sweetest anon, i needed the angst so thank you love! warnings: none that i’m aware of

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(everything on my blog is my own writing. if it is shared on another page or website know it hasn’t been approved me unless specified. all rights reserved. - i have to start doing this as I had some shit on my other blog with plagiarism)

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“So, David’s gone for the night then?” Your roommate, Gee, stands in your doorway as you exit your bathroom after cleaning yourself up and changing into fresh PJs.

“Yeah,” You breathe out as you tug on your duvet, seeing the indent from where he was less than an hour ago, by your side. “sorry, did I wake you?” You ask, turning your attention back to her as a frown etches heavily in her eyes.

“Y/n,” Gee starts, stepping across the threshold into your bedroom and hovers beside you. “how much longer can you kid yourself with this?” She sighs as you collapse down onto your bed with a heavy heart.

“It’s fine, really.” You lie. “We made this arrangement ages ago, and it works for us.” Another lie, it might work for him, but you couldn’t deny the attachment that was forming in your heart for his.

“Remember who you’re talking to here,” Gee chuckles as she sits down on your bed and you lean against her, resting your head on her shoulder. “just don’t let yourself get hurt, okay? Promise me that at least.”

Gee holds her hand up, sticking her pinky finger out as you loop yours around hers. “I promise.” You mutter, hoping this was a promise you could keep to.

“And boom, there she was on the ground cradling her knee!” David laughs, looking through the footage on his laptop whilst Jason and Natalie sit either side of him, you across the room with Ilya.

“It wasn’t my fault, you should’ve warned me you had decided to prank Ilya.” You roll your eyes, catching David’s bright smile briefly directed your way. “Honestly that’s the last time I try and offer my services, David.”

“Come on, Y/n, you love me really.” David jokes, unaware of how heavy those words dig into your heart.

Silence falls for a second as David’s words linger and everyone's attention falls to you. You force a soft laugh from your lips, which seems to please David as he carries on editing, but Natalie remains unconvinced as she keeps an eye on you whilst you scroll through Instagram.

“You wish, Dobrik.” You retort, glancing up from your phone to see him looking back at you with a goofy grin, one reserved for these situations only.

After a while, Ilya shuffles on the other end of the sofa, kicking his feet out and jabs your side unintentionally. “Ow.” You mumble, catching Ilya off guard as he sits upright, rubbing his eyes.

“Shit, did I hit you?” Sleep remains heavy in Ilya’s voice as he reaches out, resting his hand on your arm.

“It’s okay, Ilya, just my side.” You smile, rubbing your side, unaware of the daggers from David being sent in Ilya’s direction.

“Sorry, I’m a wriggler when I sleep.” He winks, and you laugh lightly.

“I’ve had worse, trust me.” You joke with him, nudging his arm away as he lies back down whilst you return to your phone, catching sight of the time. “Oh god, I gotta go.” You quickly rise to your feet, David now averting his focus to you.

“Where you going?” David asks, his eyes refusing to leave you as you gather your things.

“An appointment, but I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” You wave to the others, but David stands up and follows you to the front door.

Holding it open for you, David hovers in the doorway as you take your car keys from your bag. “Wanna come over tonight?” He asks, licking his lips.

“Erm, I can’t tonight, maybe tomorrow?” You suggest instead, and David simply nods.

“Okay,” He comments. “good luck with your appointment.” He waves you off as you get into your car and as you go to reverse out, Taylor appears by the gates.

You wait for Taylor to pass you by with her bright smile as she almost skips over to David.

He always looks so happy to see her as he brings her into a tight hug, forgetting anyone else exists. Taylor walks into the house, and David doesn’t even spare you a glance as he closes the front door, slamming it shut.

“Y/n, that you?” Gee calls out as you close the front door.

“Who else would it be? A polite burglar?” You joke back as you kick your shoes off, walking past her room toward your own, but before you reach your bedroom door, you feel a tug on your arm.

Without a moment to react, Gee pulls you into her bedroom, closing the door behind her. “Okay, hi, sorry,” Gee mutters, a wild look of panic in her eyes as she begins to pace around the same ten steps.

“Gee can you stop moving, you’re making me feel motion sick.” You step forward, taking hold of her arms so she finally stands still and faces you. “What on earth is going on?”

“Well, someone knocked earlier and I thought you just forgot your key again, and I answered it and now David is sat in your room waiting for you to come home.” Gee quickly rambles, exhaling deeply as she finishes. “Please don’t be mad at me.”

“I’m not mad.” You tell her as hundreds of thoughts rush through your mind. “I just, I told him tonights not good for me, god, why can’t he get the message.” You groan, wishing you could slam your head against the door in peace without stirring David across the hall.

“What happened earlier today?” Gee asks, now crossing her arms as you sigh under your breath. “Because clearly, something did, based on how both of you are acting.”

You quirk a brow at her remark, how was David acting?

“Nothing really, I just told him tonights not good, and I had an appointment this afternoon.” You explain, and Gee chuckles under her breath.

“Maybe he thought you had an ‘appointment’ if you know what I mean.” She nudges you.

“What? No way.” You scoff. “If I met someone else I’d tell him.” You state, knowing you value his friendship above all else, even if he seems to forget that sometimes.

“Well, you can’t leave him waiting forever in there I’m afraid.” Gee reminds you as she stands aside, allowing you to reach for the doorknob.

“What do I say, Gee?” Your voice softens as you look up to her, pleading for some advice.

Lifting her hand up, Gee sticks out her pinky finger. “You made a promise to me last week, don’t let yourself get hurt.”

“I did, didn’t I?” You sigh, lifting your pinky up and looping it around hers. “Okay, I can do this.”

Opening the door, you close it behind you and take a brief moment as you stand in front of your own door, wondering what will happen the next time you exit it.

Pushing back your worries, you open your door and David rises to his feet, rubbing his hands across his jeans.

“Hey,” He speaks up. “how, how was your appointment?” His voice is soft, almost caring as you quietly sigh, removing your jacket and throwing it on your chair.

“Yeah, it was fine.” You brush it off. “Why are you here, David?” You don’t want to waste any time, and clearly, he’s taken aback by your question as his eyes widen for a second as he composes himself.

“Well, I just wanted to make sure you’re okay. Seemed a little off when you left earlier.” He shrugs it off uncertainly.

“It’s nothing really. But I told you I was busy tonight, so why are you here?” You ask, crossing your arms over your chest as you catch David’s eyes darting to the bed for a fraction of a second. “Course, that’s why.” You scoff. “Well, I hate to say you’ve had a wasted journey, Dave. I’m not in the mood.” You move forward, opening your bedroom door, but David remains still, frozen on the spot.

“That’s not why I’m here, Y/n.” David comments. “Do you really think that’s all I wanna see you for?” He almost sounds hurt as you lower your gaze to your carpet. “You’re my friend Y/n, before all of this,” Stepping forward, David rests his hand on your forearm and pulls you away from your door and over to your bed. “and I just wanna hang out with you, like old times.”

Looking up, you see his classic smile, the one you’ve genuinely missed that causes butterflies to flutter in your stomach and bees to swarm your mind.

“So, you wanna watch a movie with me?” You suggest, and David nods, taking his usual spot beside you on your bed whilst you search through Netflix.

As you pick a movie to watch, David’s phone pings and he picks it up, smiling down at it. You can’t help but sneak a glance, and the bees swarming your mind become reckless as the butterflies begin to fall into the pit at the bottom of your stomach; it’s Taylor.

“Sorry,” David mutters, unable to wipe the smile from his face as he glances up to you.

“I get it, don’t worry.” You whisper as you curl up under a blanket whilst David remains on top of it as you watch the movie together.

Slowly but surely, David begins to nod off, his head dipping away from yours.

You watch as he turns his back to you, lying on his side as the credits play and you’re left alone once more. “Goodnight, David.” You mutter, hearing a mumble from him in response as you lean over and kiss his cheek, brushing his hair out of his face.

Turning your TV off, you creep out from your bed, leaving David fast asleep as you tiptoe over to Gee’s room.

“Y/n?” Gee whispers as you open her bedroom door, thankful she’s still awake as you rush over to her, unable to stop the tears falling from your eyes. “Oh, Y/n.” She sighs, holding you close in her arms as you sob into her chest.

“I just wish I could be his favourite girl, Gee.” You manage to say through hiccups as you lift your head up and Gee wipes your eyes, a sad smile on her face. “But I made a promise,” You remind yourself. “and it’s about time I stuck to it.”

“You’ll be okay, Y/n.” Gee tells you, knowing it’s true. “Just gotta let your heart heal.” You can feel the pit at the bottom of your stomach starting to close up once again, no longer dragging your heart toward it.

“Yeah,” You breathe out. “thanks Gee.”

As you rise to your feet, you look over your shoulder to Gee’s doorway, swearing you heard a floorboard creak. But as you walk out from her room, nothing is out of place, and your door is as you left it.

Creeping back into your room, you close your door behind you, unaware that David is wide awake with a thousand thoughts rushing through his mind.

“Hey, Y/n?” David whispers as you tug on your duvet, curling up into it.

“Sorry, did I wake you up?” You ask softly, thankful for the darkness disguising your puffy complexion.

David shuffles to turn and face you, his hand hesitantly rises and he rests it on your cheek, stroking away stray tears. “It’s okay,” He chuckles. “I just want you to know something, okay?”

“Okay,” You whisper, almost seeing his eyes searching for yours as he shuffles closer, his breath now on your lips.

“You’ll always be my favourite girl, Y/n. Always have been, always will be.”

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be-bi-do-crime · 3 years

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Do you do headcanons?? If so can i get some domestic carulia headcanons 👀 like after carmen spends some time in argentina but then she misses jules so she goes back to england but jules is sad she left her so abruptly and isnt taking her shit so carmen moves near her and like has to re-win her over🥺🥺

anon, i absolutely do headcanons!! my brain is practically a dump for headcanons, you’ve come to the right place :D and if anyone ever wants me to write any just leave me a request in my inbox!

here is part one of my classic fic style headcanons based off of the prompt you’ve given (which is SO good by the way please i am so tempted to write it into a full fic and add to my mountain pile of drafts rn-):

carmen loves her mother, she really does. she’s sweet and kind and her family. it’s all she’s ever dreamed of. after carlotta sees her standing on her doorstep, her warm brown eyes freeze and then she gasps, launching forward and hugging her equally as shocked daughter.

“your eyes. my god, i would recognize them anywhere. [given name], is that you?”

“it’s carmen, actually,” she manages to say, her mother hugging her like it’s the end of the world. and her mother doesn’t question it, merely letting go and smiling at her with tear filled eyes.

“well, carmen, it’s nice to meet you.”

things aren’t perfect after that, of course. there are questions, so many of them that they stay up the entirety of the second night talking (not the first, carlotta insisted that she had to get some sleep). carlotta doesn’t seem fazed when she tells her about VILE and stealing from them, cries when she brings up her father, but they push through it because now they have each other.

it’s strange, then, the feeling she gets a month or so later. she’s lying on the couch after a few rounds of games with the orphanage kids, and she doesn’t feel... satisfied. she should, shouldn’t she? this is what she’s spent her life searching for. she left her team behind to focus on this, to give something to herself for once.

it’s maddening. she can’t figure it out, talking to player as she bounces a ball against the ceiling. her mom worries, asking her what’s wrong, but she can’t answer her because she doesn’t know.

another few weeks pass. she’s cleaning her tools, sorting through her red coat for some nostalgia. a slip of paper falls out, and written on it is the address to this house she’s living in, and-

“player- i never asked, and i’m not sure if you even know. who found the address?”

he hesitates. a beat, then— “your favourite ACME agent.”

oh. oh. jules. she hasn’t let herself think of her ever since she left them all behind, afraid of the memories of her brainwashed time being dredged up. julia probably hates her, and rightfully so.

but she’s buzzing. she feels like she’s onto something, like satisfaction is just out of her reach, and player is more than happy to check up on julia’s blog for her whereabouts. turns out she’s not in france but in england, visiting her mother, telling her blog audience that’s why she’ll be inactive for a while.

carmen laughs at the irony. player books her a flight.

fast forward and she’s halfway to julia’s mother’s place and in the middle of the sidewalk, she stops, suitcase rolling behind her. she probably shouldn’t be showing up randomly like this, no warning and dropping back into julia’s life when she doesn’t need it. julia’s had to have moved on by now, the girl in red just someone who was too afraid to meet up with her before she left.

“red, what’s up?” player asks her, staring at her unmoving icon on his screen. “you having second thoughts?”

“kind of, yeah,” she admits. “i’m just not sure if-”

there’s a tap on her shoulder. carmen turns around and feels her heart drop out of her chest.

julia argent stares back at her, arms crossed and looking exactly the same with her glasses and dressed in a casual tan coat, yellow sweater, and black jeans. she looked good, and, well, annoyed.

“hey, jules!” the greeting doesn’t come out as confident and suave as she hoped, but it suffices, and player speaks excitedly from his end. tell julia i said hi! he says, before cutting off.

“by the way, player says h—”

“ms. sandiego,” julia says stiffly, none of the playful flirting and easy tones that she’s gotten used to. “why are you here?”

“i thought you—” carmen stammers, reaching into her pocket and showing her the slip of paper. “you gave me this, and i wanted to thank you. also you know you can call me carmen.”

something in julia’s eyes softens at the sight of the paper, but then hardens again when she looks back at her. “you’re welcome. you didn’t have to come all this way to tell me, though. and calling you by a first name basis would imply that we’re friends, but it seems that we’re not, doesn’t it?”

carmen chokes a little, eyes widening. “we’re not- friends?”

“i would think a friend would at least say goodbye or get in contact with me any way before disappearing for months, so no, ms. sandiego, i don’t think we are.”

carmen’s first instinct is to feel offended, but she understands where the agent’s slight hostility towards her is coming from. this wasn’t just julia being petty, it was the consequences of her actions that she had to now make up for.

“jules, i’m sorry,” she says, going to grab her arm but drawing back at the last second. right. their subtle touches with each other were definitely off limits now. “we can talk about this in somewhere that’s not a public sidewalk, and i’ll explain everything, i promise.”

julia’s mouth twists into a frown, and she uncrosses her arms, one finger pushing up her glasses. she looks her square in the eye, her gaze cold and unflinching. “what is there to explain, exactly? how you left me- left us all so abruptly, and gave your closest family a note to remember you by? zack and ivy mentioned it to me- they’re being trained for ACME now, but i’m sure you knew that already.”

she didn’t. she hasn’t asked player for updates for a month. a heavy exhale escapes her, and she wishes she had player in her ear. julia lets out a humourless laugh at her lack of a response.

“i guess you found something better, ms. sandiego. i’m happy for you.”

the declaration is bitter- and with that, julia spins on her heel and walks away, heading to her mother’s house. carmen stands with her suitcase on the sidewalk, apologies on the tip of her tongue, wanting to chase after her. she swallows them down and drops onto the nearest bench, burying her face in her hands and tapping her earring so player can reconnect.

“red! how’d it go? what has julia been up to? is she-” player’s voice bursts through with questions, and carmen doesn’t say a word, a new mission in mind.

“do you know where julia is staying? not her mom’s place, i’m assuming.”

if player is surprised by the question, he doesn’t comment, and carmen can hear his keyboard clacking as he scans address books and properties. “she’s a couple blocks over, i’ll text you the address,” he says at last. carmen’s phone pings with the incoming text, but that’s not the actual thing she’s looking for.

“thanks, player. are there any houses up for sale near her street?”

“give me a second.” player pauses, scrolling through listings, and then continues. “there’s one like, diagonally across from her house, actually.”

“we have any funds left from our world saving?” she can tell player knows what she’s asking for now, from the telltale anxious drumming on his desk and the slower than usual clicking.

“a couple million, actually. i thought we were slowly distributing to-”

“i’ll make up for it, maybe nag some of the VILE stragglers and the remaining stolen artifacts and whatnot. can you set up a meeting with the house owner so we can wire the funds over?”

“this is a bad idea,” player cautions.

carmen grins. “and since when have i ever been known to have a good one?”

part two will be up as soon as i can get it written out! if you’re the anon that sent this, send me an ask about part two so i can answer it that way!

#asking carmen #my writing #carulia #julethief #carmen x julia #why do these posts of mine always get outrageously long 😭#give a writer a prompt and then boom a full fanfic #anon you asked for this #i love how you asked for domestic hcs and instead i handed you angst #don’t worry this is just part one!!!

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sleepyimpala · 4 years

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FANDOM: knives out. PAIRING: jacob thrombey x reader. GENRE: angst. WARNINGS: mentions of suicide. REQUESTED: yes. FROM MY OLD BLOG: phenomenally-thrombey. REQUESTS FOR KNIVES OUT ARE CLOSED.

For @taradenbrough12 who asked, I’m really fine with any idea. Can it be in Jacob’s house please?

A/N: So I’ve been procrastinating a LOT. I’m really sorry about that, but I hope you like it!!!

You were a distant family friend of the Thrombeys.

Your family, the L/Ns, were helping Jacob’s parents, Walt and Donna out with a case about the publishing company.

You’d asked your mom to bring you along because the last time you and Jacob were together you had the best time in the world.

However, ever since the two of you got older, you seemed to grow apart.

A few years ago you moved house and got other friends but now you were back, and you were overjoyed to be moving into your old house.

Little did you know that Jacob, unlike you, had changed very much.

Of course, Jacob’s cousin, Meg, had warned you of this, phoning you and saying she was happy you were back, but also that Jacob was now an alt-right troll and dipshit, sorry to disappoint yourself.

You highly doubted her, going to the Thrombey’s house in high spirits, the day before Harlan Thrombey’s birthday party, something which your family were invited to.

Today, however, he completely ignored you. All he did was scroll through his phone.

The only time he spoke to you was when he was forced to greet you by his parents.

Then he retreated to the fireplace.

Even when he hugged you forcefully it was different, as if he’s forgotten everything the two of you did together when you were kids.

He’d pushed you away from him so stiffly you were going to cry.

Apparently, his parents and your parents thought that nothing had changed.

Of course they didn’t, whenever your families were together they always spoke about some money related thing or something heartless like the government.

You were forced to get along. And you did. You were the best of friends.

But now, it was like you were invisible.

It was like losing contact with each other had created some sort of wall between the two of you - an iron wall which couldn’t be broken.

Your eyes dart to Jacob, near the fire place from your seat on the couch.

He didn’t even notice you, or bother to look up from his phone.

Your heart drops all the way down to your stomach in dismay.

You needed answers.

You missed him. The old him.

The Jacob that would read books with you and debate things and laugh when you fell down but always help you up but demand the two of you have matching sweaters each Christmas from Great Nana Thrombey.

The Jacob that cared for you and asked if you were ok when others didn’t and heard what you had to say.

The boy who knew all of your dark secrets and you knew all of his - yet he’d never tell a soul. Now, you weren’t so sure.

Where did that Jacob go?

You get up, not realising that you’d started crying, or that he was suddenly watching you, eyeing your every movement carefully, his eyebrows raised in - is that concern?

“Mom?” You say in a meek voice.

Your mother turns to look at you for a brief session as Walt and your dad talk about the publishing company.

“Yes, darling?” It was a brisk tone.

“Why is he so - why is he so different? Does he hate me? Did I do something wrong?”

“Why does who hate you, Y/N? Who’s so different? You didn’t do anything wrong,” she was distracted.

“Nothing. It’s OK,” you sigh softly and look down at the shiny polished floor.

You and Jacob were best friends… once.

You go and sit back down. Jacob hadn’t even glanced up from the device at all.

As you do, about to cry, shaking, your phone buzzes.

It was Meg.

MEG 🖤: u at the house yet?

Y/N: yeah. i didn’t think it was so -

MEG 🖤: ha! so bad? i TOLD you he was a dipshit, N/N.

Y/N: but i didn’t think it would be so bad! does he hate me?

MEG 🖤: nah, he’s just a dick. It probably comes with puberty. You’ll get over it.

Y/N: i don’t think so. i have to go. bye.

MEG 🖤: bye, good luck xo

You blink harshly and shut your phone off without bothering to close the app.

You look at him hopefully again. You wanted to scream at him.

Why would he leave you confused after do many years? You were happy to be back.

Really happy. But now you just wanted to go hime.

You totally regretted bothering to have any sort of idea or thought that he would even CARE about your absence and sudden return.

You get up, this time trembling, darting your eyes a third time to his posture.

He ignored you a third time.

That was it - that was all it took for you to break.

You had no idea what you did to him that he would suddenly hate your guts - why couldn’t things be the same again?

“I’m - I’m going to the bathroom,” you announce in a shaky voice. “It’s down the hall, right?”

It wasn’t down the hall. You just needed to get out.

The adults didn’t even turn around.

You walk quickly, holding your head high, your whole body trembling as you clench your fists tightly, the nails digging into your palms thickly.

Deep enough to leave red marks.

Once you believe you’re out of earshot, you sob, choking back tears as a hand reaches to the door knob.

You just wanted to disappear.

That’s what you were afraid you were going to do, without him. Disappear.

Already, after you moved and lost contact, You entered a state of depression.

Sometimes it got so bad you wanted to hurt yourself but you didn’t.

Jacob, just his name, just the thought of him, kept you alive.

The feeling of his body and skin and the comforting sound of his voice kept you sane.

But now there was no reason to -

“Whatever you’re going to do, stop it.”

Your head whirls around. Angrily, you snap at him.

“Why should I listen to you? You’ve completely ignored me the entire day!”

Tears threaten at your eyes.

He blinks, flinching, his phone suddenly in his pocket.

He makes a swift move toward your clenched fist with his hand, you want to scream at him.

“FIRST YOU IGNORE ME AND NOW YOU WANT TO SAVE MY LIFE?! GET A GRIP, JACOB! WHY WOULD I - ”

“S - save - save your - ” he murmurs, his eyes suddenly a dangerous, dark firery black. “What?! Don’t you fucking DARE.”

“Cottoned on, have you?” You spit.

“Y/N, wait - ”

“ASSHOLE! You rejected me the entire day! You fucking asshole! You - you pushed me away when I tried to hug you - don’t deny it!”

He’s about to stutter something else out at you but you interrupt him quickly.

“You built a wall, Jacob! You put a fucking wall between us and suddenly you’re going to be protective and debate with me the stupid reasons why I shouldn’t kill myself? FUCK OFF!”

“Stop. Stop. You’re making this harder than it already is. Just - please - ”

He’s begging you now.

“I’M NOT LISTENING TO A SINGLE WORD THAT COMES OUT OF YOUR GOOD-FOR-NOTHING MOUTH BECAUSE YOU’VE BEEN A TOTAL AND COMPLETE DICK TO ME, JACOB! YOU’VE BEEN A DICK! I MOVE BACK THINKING YOU’LL BE HAPPY BUT ALL YOU DO IS MAKE ME FEEL LIKE SHIT! YOU’RE A DICK! YOU’RE A DICK, JACOB THROMBEY! YOU’RE A FUCKING DICK!”

Now the tears fell. You don’t bother to hide them.

He stiffens. He reaches over but stops himself and you shake him off violently.

“I don’t know why you hate me,” you say quietly. “I don’t know what I did. I’m sorry if it was because I moved, I- it wasnt my choice! Do you think I wanted to move?! Did you REALLY think I WANTED to leave you?!”

“Don’t be retarded,” he hisses. You blink and roll your eyes.

“You can’t stop me from killing - ”

“Yes I can.”

“No you can’t! You can’t, Jacob! Nothing you say will change ANYTHING that I’m going to do right now! Nothing!”

“Yes it will.”

“No it WON’T! Shut up! Just shut UP! You ignored me earlier today so why can’t you ignore me now and let me go on my MERRY FUCKING WAY?!”

“I’ll tell you why,” he says dangerously, his hand grabbing my arm. “If you just listen to me for once in your fucking life.”

“LET GO OF ME, ASSHOLE!”

“You’re not going to do it,” he says calmly, his voice so commanding it made you want to retreat.

“Oh yeah? Give me your WORST.”

“I’ll give you my best,” he says smugly, cocking his head.

“I fucking HATE that STUPID smug smirk,” you hiss.

“You used to like it,” he comments, smirking again.

“JUST SHUT UP!”

“Here’s why you’re not going to kill yourself,” he used the same calm tone which pissed you off to no end.

You spit at him and he flinches.

“I’m really not going to listen to you. I don’t see why I should - ”

“You should,” he starts confidently. “Because I’m about to do this,”

His lips collide with yours. A muffled angry gasp comes put of your mouth but all he does is give another cocky smirk.

Your eyes widen with hatred and loathing. That was one thing you didn’t see coming.

The kiss.

“I hate you,” you mutter. “I really fucking HATE you.”

He doesn’t give you time to breathe, sealing your lips with his once more.

This time it’s more passionate and less rushed. His arms are around your neck, he’s got you pressed tightly into the wall.

You can’t help but tangle your hands in his hair. He smirks again.

Finally he pulls apart.

“So?” He cocks his head. “Was I worth listening to in the end?”

“It still doesn’t explain why you were a dick,” you snap. He groans loudly. “But yeah, I guess.” You add.

“Look, I’m sorry about that, OK? I didn’t mean to. And I did pay attention to you. I was watching you. I saw it coming,”

“You’re a fucking creep, Jacob,” you mutter. “A Nazi and a fucking creep,”

“Maybe,”

“But you’re my creep,”

“That’s true. And you’re mine, and I promise I won’t hurt you any more,”

“Shut up, I know you’re not good at sentimental stuff.”

“You’re right.”

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mobiusxyearslater · 3 years

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A/N: This takes place towards the beginning of Arc 1. Please enjoy!

~Mun @t-vict101

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Part 1

The hotel room was quiet with only the master of chaos Shadow the Hedgehog laying in bed, still fast asleep from the events earlier. All that could be heard is the hedgehog’s soft purrs filling the air. It seemed like this was the only moment of peace he has had in a long time. The door creaks open for his temporary partner Ailani the Falcon, a hero from a different dimension, to peek inside of the room. She observes the area and spots Shadow still laying in bed fast asleep. Sighing out in relief, she made her way inside carrying a few bags filled with essentials such as water, food, and some much-needed coffee.

“Okay. He’s asleep. Everything is fine. Now just to wait…” the bird says to herself as she brushes away the feathers falling to her face.

She rummages through the bags, taking out an apple before seating herself in the armchair near the bed Shadow laid asleep. Taking out a switchblade, Ailani began slicing the apple in her hand and popped a piece into her mouth. Her thoughts lingered around her as she sat in the quiet room. After seeing Shadow’s agony, her heart twisted a bit with guilt. Maybe if she was more careful or actually calmed down it wouldn’t have happened. Maybe if she hadn’t made him push himself to catch her the pain would weigh less. Her thoughts just drowned her further and further into guilt, but she took a deep breath and pushed them into the back of her mind.

She tilts her head up to the ceiling and tightens the grip on her half-eaten apple, “...I meant what I said and I said what I meant… I’ll fix this... “ She spoke, slowly closing her eyes, “...Whatever it takes…”

With another huff of breath, Ailani sets the apple down and reaches into her pocket, pulling out her phone. Out of all things that did get affected by the transport, she’s glad her tunes are still intact. Scrolling through her playlist, a smile stretches across her face as she presses play and slips on her headphones. The song soon has her lost in the beat as her eyes travel to Shadow’s sleeping form. She tilts her head, studying him as he sleeps, then slowly starts to reach over to him. Without thinking about it she presses her finger against his cheek and lets out a giggle feeling the vibrations of his purrs.

“Heh. He seemed like a big grump but … he seems at peace now.” she giggles again at the sudden vibrations then brushes the feathers falling to her face. “...He even purrs in his sleep. How cute.”

Unbeknownst to Ailani, her soft poking caused Shadow to wake up. His eyes crack open as he feels soft poking at his cheek. His eyes shift over to Ailani still giggling and poking at his cheek softly. If he had more energy in his system he would grab her wrist but his limbs felt like they had anvils strapped to them. Still, the poking was starting to annoy him, even if he remained purring for some reason.

Letting out a low growl he finally said, “...What the hell are you doing….?”

Ailani snaps out of her trance and springs backward into her seat retracting all hands away from him. “N-NOTHING! I-I was just uh... Uh… I-I… Uh.. was just making sure--”

Shadow held up a hand stopping her from talking as he started to sit up with a big groan, “....Where are we…?” he asks.

Ailani perks up and puts a hand on his chest, laying him back down, “D-Don’t strain yourself.” She immediately pulls away once he gives her a look. “U-Um...well... We’re at a hotel. It turns out G.U.N. Agents are given a room for free for important occasions or something. I just showed them your I.D. and boom a nice room. Lucky right?”

“Huh…” Shadow huffs out, he slowly looks out in the distance in thought. While it’s not wrong that G.U.N. uses certain facilities needed for missions, it’s not without going through the necessary paperwork. It’s doubtful that any agent can flash their badge at the front desk and get a room like this with no questions asked. No one is that good. Not even Rouge is THAT good. Something about this doesn’t sit right with Shadow. He looks at Ailani wondering how she’s not registering all these red flags. Maybe it’s because she’s not from here but still.

A dull pain presses against Shadow’s chest as he groans rubbing it, “...Shit… What happened to me..?”

Ailani hums a bit and reaches over massages through his chest fur, “I-I guess the energy inside of you needed to release somehow. Maybe that’s why your chest started to hurt and you blacked out… among….othersideeffects… HEY, YOU WANT SOME COFFEE?!” She zips over to the table containing the beverages shifting through them anxiously.

Shadow quirks a brow watching her start to fuss over the coffee, “...Judging by these attacks, we don’t have the time to rest.” Shadow starts to shift sitting upward, “ We need to keep moving towards New Mobotropolis--”

“NO!” Ailani screams out as she zips back over to him, laying him back down, “Why don’t we take some time to rest! We need all the rest we can get, right? I mean like WHO travels in the dark?? Am I right??”

Shadow narrows his eyes at her watching her sweat and shake clearly intimidated. Something was up. He tilts his head and crosses his arms, “...What? Don’t tell me you’re afraid of the dark or something..”

Ailani peeks around and nods happily pointing at him, “YES! YES, I AM!” She gives her forehead a small bap and tilts her head, “Helloo~~ Duh~~ Heh. C-Coffee??” She says sounding more and more nervous with each passing word.

She walks back over to the table fussing over the coffee. Shadow’s looks practically burned through the back of her head, she’s hiding something. He gives off a huff and starts to get up once again.

“That’s it. I don’t have time for this. We’re leaving!” He declares with a big huff.

“NO!” Ailani screams out in a panic tackling Shadow down onto the bed then pinning him down, “W-Why rush huh? We can just spend the night here for the time being!” She pleads, tugging at her collar.

Shadow narrows his eyes at her and growls, “...What the hell do you think you’re doing…? Get off of me!”

Ailani shakes her head, “N-No! I-I can’t!”

His eyes started narrowing more and more like he was burning holes into her forehead, “...Why the hell not…?”

Filled with panic and eyes darting about the room, Ailani blurts out, “B…. BECAUSE… UH… I-I LOOOVE YOU! MHM. THAT’S RIIIGHT I LOOOVE YOU!”

Shadow stares at her nervous demeanor for a moment before grabbing her face and pushing her off of him, “Would you shut up. You’re clearly trying to hide something. It’ll just be easier for you if you just tell me.”

Ailani slowly peeks up from the floor and fiddles with the blankets a bit looking down, “...P-Promise you won’t get mad?”

“That all depends if you keep dancing around the issue trying to avoid telling me.” he huffs out.

She picks at the blanket and peeks at him, “...Okay but… Y-You didn’t say you won’t get mad--”

“Ailani…” he growls out in a deep gruff.

Ailani flinches at his voice and sinks further behind the bed, “O-Okay… Remember those side effects that I told you about earlier?”

“What about it…?” Shadow says in an even angrier tone.

She sinks even further behind the bed at his voice, “W-well… While you were passed out a side effect happened and… I-I had to stop here…”

Shadow slowly narrows his eyes at her as he growls out, “...What happened…?”

Giving off a nervous chuckle, she waves at him with a smile, “N-Now it wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle! S-So no need to get too mad--”

Shadow slowly starts to lean down closer to her gritting his teeth, “...You’re still not telling me…”

Ailani gulps and starts backing away slowly crawling backward, “B...Because you’re gonna get really mad if I tell you…”

Shadow growls a bit showing off his fangs, “...I’m going to get angrier if you don’t get to the point.”

Ailani practically saw a dark aura shoot out of Shadow’s body. She hides away behind the armchair as she confesses, “ IACCIDENTALLYCRASHEDYOURMOTORCYCLEWHENEVERYTHINGHAPPENEDANDICOULDN’TSEEANDI’MSORRY!!”

Despite the speed of her speech, Shadow understood exactly what she just said. He felt his eye twitch as he rose from the bed, “ You did WHAT to my WHAT?!”

Ailani peeks out from behind the chair and waves at him, “N-Now just relax! I-I’ve got it under control--”

The chair she was cowering behind suddenly was pushed away and Shadow stood over her. He took her arm and yanked her to her feet pulling her closer, “What the hell is that supposed to--...” Something wasn’t right. Before he passed out this bird was able to cradle him in her arms like a toddler, she was a tall one. How come Shadow was now looking DOWN at her instead of up? He narrows his eyes, “...What. Did. You. DO?!”

Ailani winces in his grip and starts to shake, “ W-Well! I-I was being super careful with your bike and everything was going well until… “ She gestures to Shadow’s newly grown body, “...All THIS happened. You sorta blocked my view and I drove into a tree. B-But don’t worry! I-I found someone who can fix it by the morning! I-I’m really really sorry…”.

Shadow feels his anger slowly fade as Ailani explains what exactly happened. Someone with some sense would have used the brakes. He quietly observes her arm, quirking a brow at the soft bruises and small cuts. They were probably from the crash. At least she wasn’t lying THIS time. He huffs out a breath and lets go of her arm sitting back on the bed.

“.....Why didn’t you just say that in the first place…?” he says, giving her a look.

Ailani felt her own emotions flare up at that moment once he said that so plainly as if nothing, “Well GEE… I have NO IDEA why I couldn’t say ANYTHING to a guy WHO CAN LITERALLY END ME IN 0.2 SECONDS! Not to mention I have absolutely NO IDEA WHAT IS HAPPENING! I AM WALKING ON EGGSHELLS HERE! GIMME A BREAK!” she sees him staring at her causing her to immediately cower back, “Mister Shadow Sir… Officer…. Agen--”...

Shadow holds up a hand interrupting her speech, “Stop talking.” Thinking it over, maybe he was being a bit too harsh on her. To be fair, it’s not entirely her fault that all this is happening. Partially it is. However, they’re basically in the same position of uncertainty so it would be unfair to unload all his frustration onto her, “...I see your point…”

Ailani perks up a bit and fiddles with her fingers, “...Does… Does that mean you’re not mad anymore--”

“I’m still mad…” He says bluntly, “But given the circumstances, you did what you had to do. I can’t entirely blame you for that.”

Ailani rubs her arm, “...Well. I didn’t want to be a jerk and just leave it on the side of the road. I had to at least try to get it fixed.” She awkwardly points to the coffees at the table, “...Coffee?”

Shadow huffs and shakes his head, “...Jeez. Fine…. Whatever…” He says, crossing his arms.

Ailani nods and walks over to the table to get the coffee, “The repairman said they’ll have it done by tomorrow morning so we can head out then.” She walks over and holds out the coffee mug to him.

He gives her a look and slowly takes the coffee mug, “...Thanks… for at least getting my bike fixed.”

Breathing out a small sigh of relief, Ailani smiles then gives him a small nod, “No trouble at all.”

Suddenly Shadow pokes his finger onto her forehead, “But, if we’re going to work as a team. We need to be on the same page. That means no more pathetic attempts to hide anything. Understood..?”

Ailani flinches at his small poke but nods at his words, “Understood. A-And a little less… of the yelling… and desire to kill me..?”...

Shadow pulls his hand away and gives her a look, “...I never intended to kill you in the first place.” He then held up a hand before she could argue, “But, I will give you more credit and respect…” He holds out his hand to her, “...Deal..?

Ailani looks at his hand and smiles, taking it and shaking it curtly, “Deal!”

“Good.” Shadow stands up from the bed and walks towards the balcony, “You take the bed and get some rest. You must be tired from carrying everything, including me, around everywhere..”

“W-Wait,” She reaches out and grabs his wrist, “You should still take it easy! That remedy is supposed to have effects lasting hours!”

Shadow looks back at her hand then looks at her face filled with more determination than fear. He huffs and softly pulls away, “I’m the Ultimate Lifeform. I’m sure your remedies have a lesser effect on me. Now rest. I’m not going to do anything rash.”

Ailani pouts at his last comment and huffs as she lays back in the bed, “Fine... If you say so. Plus I’m sure you can still die, Ultimate whatever or not.”

Shadow just huffs at her comment and walks onto the balcony shutting the door behind him. Leaning on the rail he thinks about her words. The slight chance that he might die because of this. He looks at his palm and clenches it slowly. Shadow can feel the raw power racing through his veins but he should be able to handle it. He IS the Ultimate Lifeform. So then why does he feel so exhausted?

Soft music from the room snaps Shadow out of his trance and he peeks back to see Ailani relaxing on the bed enjoying her snacks and bobbing to the music. He shakes his head and looks forward, his eyes slowly venturing over to a mini camera hiding in a hanging potted plant. No time to think about it now, he thought as he narrowed his eyes. He had other things to worry about.

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phantastus · 3 years

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CW: Suicide. Please scroll past if you need to.

It's been a week since I got the news, and needless to say it's been sinking in and I haven't really been able to muster words appropriate for talking about it. I don't really -want- to talk about it, actually. I'm already struggling not to think back on all the ways I was too self-centered, all the opportunities to be a better friend that I let slip past-- and I feel like talking too much will make it about me, and it shouldn't be about me.

Regardless, I do have to talk about it a little, because sometimes the only thing standing between someone and something like this is knowing what happens afterward.

On December 27th, a friend I'd lost touch with messaged me on Skype to catch up.

Both being weird (not cool-weird, just weird-weird) artistic loners who barely talked to anybody, we originally met in 8th grade when an over-invested school counselor arbitrarily picked me to be some sort of mediator between them and their bully (maybe because I -also- was awkward and had no friends? Who knows). We both agreed that lady was nuts, but I guess it worked, because we wound up staying friends all the way through that summer, then high school, then college. I spent most of my teenage weekends at their house, playing video games, eating barbeque, and doing weird art kid things like finding out what happens when you microwave a banana, and planning to crash prom by running through the dance floor in fullbody gorilla costumes (we didn't, but it was fun to think about).

After college, that more or less stayed the same-- except now we could drive, and now we were dealing with the reality of being queer, mentally ill, and stuck in a smallish not-particularly-accepting town without much clue of where to go from here. We marathoned horror movies, ate ice cream in my parked car at night and talked about depression and gender, and when I had pneumonia, they showed up at my door with a basket of still-warm banana bread and an HP Lovecraft anthology.

We both loved Silent Hill. There’s even a photo of them somewhere on this blog, from back when we made that SH2 butter cake recipe that went around. They crocheted me a pillow with the Halo of the Sun on it. My birthday/Christmas gifts were never that thoughtful-- I was and still am a procrastinatory space cadet and would usually just stop at the store and grab a shitton of candy and whatever the goofiest cat-related object that caught my eye was.

Then I moved out of state, and got really depressed, and didn't call or visit for years.

I'd already been beating myself up about not being in touch, and they had little to no online presence that I could easily hunt down-- so I was elated to see the message pop up. We talked briefly-- pretty much just enough to tell them a little about what I'd been up to, and express happiness at hearing from each other. They admitted they weren't in a good place, but hey, after 2020, who was? I was just happy to talk to them again.

They took their own life on January 22nd, 2021, less than a month later.

They're gone, and I can't fucking describe what this feels like. I wish I hadn't talked about myself so much when they asked. I wish I'd told them that after COVID they should come up and visit me in Maine and that I couldn't wait to see them in person again. I wish I'd told them how much they meant to me and how often I still think about them. I wish I'd found out sooner than three fucking months after it happened. I wish I'd just fucking called them instead of waiting for the little online indicator bubble on skype to turn green.

This isn't supposed to be a sermon to guilt-trip readers into reaching out to their friends ~before it's too late~-- I know it's hard and I know we've all been through so much in this past year alone, that isolation compounds and builds and can feel impossible to wade out from.

This is just a heartfelt plea to everyone else who feels like their life doesn't matter, or that everyone around them will "get over it": please stay. I know it hurts. I know it feels unbearable. I know the world is profoundly fucked up and feels like it can only get moreso from here. I wouldn't wish what you're going through on my worst enemy, and I know because I've been there too. But please stay.

https://suicidepreventionlifeline.org/

https://suicidepreventionlifeline.org/talk-to-someone-now/

https://suicidepreventionlifeline.org/help-yourself/

https://www.nimh.nih.gov/health/topics/suicide-prevention/index.shtml

(If you're afraid of having the police called on you or of talking on the phone in general, anything that can get you through one second at a time is worth it. For me, it was listening to someone narrate "creepypastas" while drawing those Gravity chapter summary comics. It sounds stupid but "NES Godzilla" and drawing cartoon James Sunderland being bullied probably saved my fucking life.)

And, okay, yes: if you can, please reach out. To friends, to family, to random acquaintances you remember, to anyone. No guilt-tripping intended, I promise. It just matters, a lot. Maybe more right now in this climate than anytime else.

If I haven't talked to you in years, please know that I probably remember you, that I probably still cringe thinking about some embarrassing thing I did in front of you, that I probably still wonder how you're doing. And, if I don’t even know you at all: I hope that you're okay. I hope that we'll all be okay.

I don't have an eloquent way to end this post.

My friend is gone and I miss them and this hurts, so much.

#please don't reblog #i mean i won't stop you #it just feels inappropriate #tw: suicide

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deadontheinsidebut · 4 years

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Hihihi! Been scrolling through your blog and I LOVE EM!!❤️ May i request a kuroo angst with fluffy ending? Let your brain run 🤩🤩

Hi!!! Yes ofc you can! I was actually debating making Kuroo cheat but our man ain’t no cheater so I thought this was better! I really hope you enjoy🤩💗 and thank you for the request. Please let me know if you ever have any other requests!! And if it’s not what you envisioned please feel free to tell me😬

In sickness and in health...

Pairing: Kuroo x fem!reader

Genre: angst!!!! And fluff soft boy at the end🥺🥺

Summary: You and Kuroo have been in love for the longest time. You’re both well into your 20s now but you’re so used to the wild life that you both are too afraid to slow down. But what happens when an uncontrollable circumstance gets in the way?

The sound of the car engine roared and blended with harmonious sounds of you and Kuroo’s laughing. The music blasted and the wind in your hair made you feel like a movie star. Because that’s what it was like being with Kuroo Tetsurou. He was the man of your dreams. Before meeting him, you never felt like anything special. You never even left the house. You owe him everything.

You feel his hand reach over and rest your thigh. He gave it a reassuring squeeze as thought he knew what you were thinking. You pull out your phone so you can record this moment forever. The atmosphere was perfect. Your boyfriend’s smile was contagious and the the 3am moon beaming over head was so exhilarating.

“Where are we going tonight, beautiful?” He asks as you continue to film the adventure.

“I want food. I want to go to a diner!!” You exclaim.

“Anything for my queen,” he responds.

Your breathing is quickening in the thrill of the moment and you can feel the lightness in your head.

Everything was going well... until you landed in the hospital.

Your eyes open only to see a very concerned Kuroo by your side. It was morning now. Your hand is intertwined with his and you can see the bags under his eyes. This was your least favourite Kuroo. You never wanted to see a sad expression on your boyfriend’s face. The Kuroo you know and love is always fun loving and energetic.

“You’re finally awake, princess.”

His voice is tired. You heard his voice crack.

“What happened?”

“You had a heart attack. You fell unconscious when we were about to get food..” his voice trails off.

You furrow your brows. A heart attack. But how?

The doctor knocks on the door and makes his way into the room.

“Hello there y/n, I’m Dr. N and I have the results. You’ve been suffering from a coronary artery disease. Do heart diseases run in your family?”

His words did not completely process through your mind. Are you hearing him correctly? Kuroo’s eyes are widened in shock and he’s shaking. He’s shaking because of you.

“What exactly does that mean?” You ask, trying to stay strong for your boyfriend.

“Your arteries are clogged and there is a buildup of cholesterol on the inner walls of your arteries. From now on you need to be more cautious with what you eat and focus on your health. Don’t do anything too wild,” the doctor’s voice trails on.

You’re breathing hard. You couldn’t even cry. The doctor leaves the room so you can have some alone time with Kuroo, but you can’t even meet his eyes. How could you possibly believe that your exuberant lifestyle could carry on when your health is dragging you down? Dragging Kuroo down.

“We’ll get through this, y/n,” Kuroo whispers.

He never uses your real name. You’re clenching your fists even as he reaches for your hand. You didn’t want to look at the disappointed look on his face.

“Hey, look at me. They said we can go home. I’ll cook you a healthy meal or something. Maybe stay in and watch a movie?”

Who were you to argue? You grumbled in compliance and he helped you get off the bed. The car ride home was silent. You could sense his gaze on you every few seconds as if he was making sure you weren’t going to pass out on him again. That bothered you. You didn’t like being looked at as a fragile doll.

“Stop staring at me,” you mumble.

“Oh, sorry princess,” Kuroo responds and nervously chuckles.

The silence was deafening and filled with a million unsaid words.

He tries to help you out of the car but you refuse. You walk ahead into the house. The distance between you two is strange. All you wanted to do was embrace him and stay there. You wanted to feel safe because this was scary for you. But how could you expect that of him when all you two have known was the dangers of life?

“Let me take care of you,” Kuroo starts.

You reluctantly fall into his arms.

A few days have passed now and you two have not been going out. Kuroo is very dedicated to keeping your health in top shape. The doctor recommended not eating fatty foods for a while and to get enough exercise so he was avoiding taking you out to eat altogether.

Your conversations only consist of empty words and distant feelings. You felt like a burden and he thought he wasn’t doing enough for you.

“I know we’re not going to be able to have as much fun for a while... or maybe even longer because of my health and I know how much you like to have fun so-”

“Enough with the negative talk! If you have time to think that you should also know how I feel about pessimism,” he says.

That was your first argument in a long time.

The tension and was only growing and you can feel your body being accustomed to the life indoors. It felt normal to not be running about all the time. The days that passed seemed to be much quieter. Kuroo was slowing down for you and you felt guilty because that was never how you envisioned his life to be. Were you being too insecure?

“Say, y/n, how about we go out for a walk? The sun is shining!” Kuroo offers.

He’s never asked to go for a walk before.

“Why can’t we go out and hit the beach or something. We can open the sunroof in your car and just go wild. Wouldn’t that be more like old times?”

You see him shudder at the mention of riding in his car. It was apparent that he was not over the fact that you literally had a heart attack in his car.

“I’m not feeling it today, princess. Lets just chill.”

“What the actual fuck, Kuroo?”

“P-princess?”

“You don’t have to slow down for me. Why are you treating me like I’m not capable of having fun?”

You didn’t know why you were screaming now. Kuroo was just as surprised and his expression showed that he could barely recognize you. The lightheartedness was gone and you two were forced to face the reality that this was real.

But neither of you were ready.

“I’m gonna leave for a bit..” Kuroo murmurs.

“Answer my question!”

The desperation sounded disgusting.

“We need to both relax a bit.”

“To hell with relaxing! Look at me! I’m. still. me. Stop pretending the woman you love disappeared the moment she landed in the hospital!” The tears were overflowing and the cracking of my voice was a pitiful cry.

Kuroo was flinching at your harsh words.

“Maybe you are gone...”

Your voice caught in your throat.

“You don’t mean that. Kuroo look at me.”

“You’ve been pushing me away since the hospital. And I understand. I couldn’t even take care of you that night. You were passed out cold and I had no idea what to do. We’re both always so caught up in the fun we never focused on real life like the tears and pains. I was the one forcing your body to overwork itself and go out all night and... maybe your life would’ve been better without me.”

“This is MY burden to carry, not yours. Why are you giving up so easily?” But I’m whimpering now.

The silence went on for too long.

“Lets just go on a break for a while I don’t know,” Kuroo suggests but you can hear the strain in his voice.

“What... get out. Get out right now,” your voice is soft but deadly.

The sound of the door shutting without the usual goodbye kiss from your ex lover is what broke you. In one second, your had lost everything. Your bottled up emotions immediately erupt. You’re clenching your fists and your tears are streaming down your face. The scream that escaped your mouth was deafening. The pain was real. And the worst part was that the breakup wasn’t the result of lost love, but a punch from reality.

The days that passed were slower, more monotonous. You play the video from that night on your phone. You can hear the cheerful laughs and see the genuine smile on your boyfriend’s face. All was well. But a series of miscommunication and insecurities brought you to where you were.

‘I should call him. I should apologize...’ you thought. This thought pondered your mind for countless days now.

‘If I hadn’t been so insecure of what we had things would’ve worked out. We had something good’

Your checkups to the doctor were lonely.

Your car rides to the grocery store were boring.

Your attempts to imagine the feelings Kuroo once brought out in you were useless.

God you wanted this boy back so badly it was starting to become unbearable.

You were struggling as you got out of the car carrying a few bags of grocery when a large hand extended itself towards you.

You look up to see the familiar black-haired male looking down at you with concern and regret. You started shaking and immediately dropped the bags. Your pride was out the door the moment you saw him and you leaped into his arms. He trembled at your touch but he returned your embrace with just as much intensity.

Once again, there were a million unsaid words, but the silence was comfortable. He releases you and his eyes search for answer within yours.

“Why are you being so nice to me? I-I abandoned you when you needed someone the most!” He cries out.

“Let’s just do what we should’ve done in the first place and talk things out properly,” you decide.

The two of you make your way into the house and you feel him squeeze your hand. He caresses your face with his other hand and you two begin your long conversation about your biggest worries and greatest fears. You talk about the misunderstandings and how you were both so busy living in the moment that you never stopped to think about how your relationship could potentially have doubts and pains.

Eventually, you two have ended up intertwined on the couch. You’re crying silently into his chest and he’s running his hands through your hair while placing soft little kisses on your head. You both lacked balance, but you were willing to rebuild.

“Let me take care of you,” your boyfriend repeated against your hair, “let me be your rock.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to go out and have fun?” You ask.

You can feel him smile into your hair, “who says we can’t have both, princess?”

And that’s what happened.

You both were more in love than ever. The silence that was once painstakingly heartbreaking was now filled with unconditional love. And you didn’t feel insecure the way you did because you ARE special even without Kuroo.

You step into Kuroo’s car and he’s grinning from ear to ear. The comfortable feeling of the wind blowing in your hair made you feel like you were on top of the world. And the feeling of Kuroo’s hand on your thigh was exhilarating. You look into his eyes and you see the promise that he’s been trying to make since the beginning:

I will love you in sickness and in health.

#haikyuu!!#hq hcs #hq imagines #hq x reader #kuroo tetsurou #reader x haikyuu #currently reading #anime fanfiction #kuroo fluff #hq kuroo #kuroo angst #hq angst #haikyuu angst #haikyuu x y/n

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abused-sides · 4 years

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Looking [Roommates AU]

Trigger warning: This au follows most of the sides in the aftermath of surviving abuse (domestic, parental, etc). In this particular fic it’s only implied, but it’s an instrumental part of the story and if that bothers you, then please not only scroll past this fic, but block my blog as well.

More tws: Homelessness, homeless shelters, sleeping outside, paranoia, house-bound, anxiety/overwhelmed, malnourishment, let me know if i missed anything

Genre: ??? Virgil escapes and Patton interviews him to move in

Ships: Endgame romantic intruloceit, romantic prinxiety, queerplatonic royality

Wc: 2541

A/N: I promise I’m getting to your prompts I love you guys

Virgil laid flat on his back, eyes fixed on the familiar water stain on the ceiling.

It’d been there since he moved in, three years ago. He hadn’t noticed it right away, instead focused on exploring all the rooms, thrilled about all the space he would have. He wished the house was smaller— Wished they lived in an apartment. He certainly would have more free time.

There were four spots in the house Virgil hid the money, and he never visited the same one too often. One was tucked inside an empty spray bottle with all of his cleaning stuff, under the kitchen sink. One was slipped between the bedspring and the mattress, on Virgil’s side. He’d never felt a lump or anything, but he was terrified his boyfriend would somehow feel it in his sleep and find the stash.

Another was hidden in a plant pot under Virgil’s favourite window, buried under the dirt in a plastic bag. The last was tucked into Virgil’s wallet, which he hadn’t touched in three years. No need for a wallet when you don’t leave the house, and your boyfriend pays for everything with his card.

His boyfriend had been gone for hours. He’d be gone for several more. Virgil wasn’t sure why he hadn’t left yet, why he did his daily chores and then just laid there, hoping the water stain would grow and spread and swallow the entire house.

He wouldn’t get another chance like this. Not for years, probably. It was the exact opportunity he’d been waiting for.

So why couldn’t he do it?

He squeezed his eyes shut as they welled with tears. He imagined his boyfriend getting home with his gifts and false compassion, imagined having to spend another several years as his property, with his dull life of cleaning and not much else.

He pushed himself off the ground and headed for the window that looked out the front yard. He dug under the daisy growing in the pot, spilling dirt all over the immaculate carpet, ripping up its roots and petals, and grabbed the first stash.

Once he started, he couldn’t stop. He flew through the house to grab all the money and put his backpack together, and then skidded to a stop in front of the door. He swallowed. He was going to throw up.

He reached blindly for the coatrack, his fingers wrapping around the soft fabric of his boyfriend’s hoodie. He pulled it on and threw the door open. He didn’t think to close it as he stepped out onto the drive, almost disassociating. All he’d felt under his feet for three years was carpet and tile and hardwood. He hopped off the driveway into the grass, and then the sidewalk, and then the road.

He took in a shuddering breath, pulled his hood up, and ducked his head as he headed for the nearest train station.

The ticket stole most of his money, but it didn’t matter. As long as he got to the city, he would be fine. He could figure it all out from there.

He sat alone on the train, wanting desperately to sleep but instead sitting straight up, never resting from his constant patrol. A lady sitting across from him at one point offered to buy him something to eat, but he refused.

The train stopped in the city’s station close to midnight. Despite him saying he didn’t need any help, the lady guided his shaky self down the steps, and patted his back.

“Where are you headed?”

Virgil swallowed. “Um…”

“Do you… Have family in the city?”

He shook his head. He didn’t know where his parents were.

“Here, let me see your arm.”

Virgil was hesitant, but carefully rolled his sleeve up. The cool tip of her Sharpie scribbled over his pale skin for a moment, and when she finished, she’d mapped out the directions to a few homeless shelters.

“They should be able to help you if you don’t have anyone else,” she said. “They can feed you, too. You should eat.”

Virgil’s face turned red. “Okay. Uh, thank- Thank you. Thanks.”

She smiled and squeezed his shoulder, and then she was on her way.

Virgil spent the next few weeks hopping around homeless shelters. Most of them only allowed a few days’ stay at a time, and he was forced out after breakfast early in the morning. Occasionally, he had to find alternative places to sleep, resorting to behind closed stores, alleyways, fire escapes— Anything he could find and be relatively certain he wouldn’t be caught.

Most days spent in the city were unproductive. He was overwhelmed, not sure what he wanted, what choices he even had. The stark difference of the empty house he spent three days in, the loudest sounds being traffic outside or his music, to plunging himself deep in the middle of something that was constantly alive, constantly busy, was…

Overwhelming.

He was at a cafe, his current favourite place in the city because they let him stay as long as he wanted and gave him free water, when he saw the ad.

THREE ROOMMATES (MALE) LOOKING FOR FOURTH

The three of us are currently struggling to make rent, and we have a spare bedroom. Rent would be approximately $575/month. Two of us work from home, and they’re very loud. One of them only works from home part-time.

Attached was a phone number to call for an interview.

Virgil asked the girl behind the counter to borrow her phone, and dialled the number with shaking hands.

“Hello?”

“H-Hi.” Virgil cleared his throat as his voice broke. “Um, I saw your ad?”

“Oh! Awesome! When are you free for an interview?”

“Any time, but…” He swallowed. “I’m… I’m just a little, uh, short. I only have about $490 left. But- But if I just had a place to stay, I could-”

“Hey!” The boy sounded concerned. “Hey, hey, calm down. We can still do the interview! Everyone here is struggling, we get it. Besides, you’re our third applicant, and the other two are… Not favourable. So if you nail the interview, and we don’t get too many more applicants, I’ll try to convince my roommates. Where have you been staying?”

Virgil hesitated. “Kind of, um, all over the place. The- The shelters, mostly.”

“Hmm,” he hummed gravely. “Okay, are you free in an hour? I’m home, so if you want to bang out the interview today, we can!”

Virgil’s eyes widened. “Really? Uh- Yeah. Yeah, I can get there. Um, what’s the address?”

When he arrived at the apartment complex, he wanted to throw up and go back to the shelter. Images of Patton laughing at him, or harassing him, or attacking him were the mildest thoughts to run through his head.

But this was his best option.

He knew that.

He had to go inside.

He took in a shuddering breath. He had to go inside.

He walked inside.

Virgil was afraid of elevators, so he took the stairs, only half procrastinating. Patton and his roommates lived on the fourth floor. By the time he arrived, his thighs burned and he was a little out of breath. He looked down at himself and cringed— He was so skinny, mostly just bones, and pale. He looked like he crawled out of a cave. He wore his boyfriend’s now dirty hoodie and jeans that hadn’t been washed in a week.

How the fuck was he supposed to land this interview?

He forced himself to push forward, though, and when he knocked, he barely heard it. The door flew open and Virgil barely managed not to jump back. The boy on the other side had golden-brown skin and big, round green eyes. His dark hair fell in messy curls over his forehead. His apron, covered in flour and cocoa powder, followed the swell of his round belly.

“Hi!” He stuck his hand out. “Virgil? I’m Patton!”

Virgil shook his hand with a loose grip and stepped inside when gestured. Patton pointed out the table while he hung up his apron, and Virgil nervously lowered himself into one of the old, chipped wooden chairs. Patton came to sit across from him with a warm smile and a sheet of paper.

“Okay, so I just have a few questions!” He said cheerily. “Don’t let yourself get too nervous, this is hardly formal, I promise.”

Virgil nodded.

“Okay! First question: How long would you be staying?”

Virgil blinked. “Uh… I’m not- I’m not really sure. As long as possible, I guess. Until I get back on my feet and some time after that, if you all are still here.”

Patton scribbled his answer down. “What do you like to do in your free time?”

Virgil spent an embarrassing amount of time thinking about that question. Did cleaning count as free time? No, that was basically his job. Better refer to it as such. He wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans and stumbled out, “Well, uh, I guess- I guess I listen to music a lot. I gardened sometimes with, you know, those tiny plant boxes?”

He gasped, and for a terrifying second, Virgil thought he’d somehow offended him. But then Patton pointed to the right, into the living room. Along the sill of the huge window were several of the exact planter boxes Virgil’s boyfriend bought for him.

“That’s awesome!” Patton gushed. “You’d be able to help us take care of them! They die a lot. We’re planting a lot of strawberries right now, are you any good with them?”

Virgil nodded. “Y-Yeah, I grew tons of strawberries.”

Patton grinned ear to ear and furiously scribbled some things down. Virgil relaxed a little. “How clean are you? Are you good at cleaning up after yourself?”

Virgil was nodding before he finished speaking. “Yeah, I’m really clean. I spent a lot of time cleaning before I left, so it’s, uh, pretty much habit not to leave a mess around.”

“How would you feel about a chore chart?” Patton pointed to the fridge behind Virgil. Stuck on the front was a large sheet of paper split into three columns, with the headings PATTON, LOGAN, and ROMAN. “Logan made it, and he’s pretty strict about everyone sticking to it. It basically just splits our weekly house chores down the middle, with small accommodations depending on what job everyone has. On paper, I have the least amount of chores because I work the most hours, but a lot of those are cleaning, anyway.”

Virgil shifted nervously. Would they let him off by saying looking for a job counted towards those hours? Otherwise… He’d be doing a lot of cleaning. What if I trick myself into thinking leaving was a waste of time?

“I can do that.” He was surprised at how confident he sounded.

“Great! How often do you cook? No one’s required to cook a certain amount a week or anything- You don’t have to cook at all, if you don’t want to or can’t -but we eat a lot of family dinners so it’s evened itself out so far naturally.”

“Yeah- No, I can cook. I have a few recipes pretty nailed down so, uh, that shouldn’t be a problem.”

Virgil’s body was alive with adrenaline. Was he doing well? He thought he was doing well. Patton looked happier and happier with each answer, so he had to be doing well, right?

“Along the same line, how do you feel about sharing?” Patton bit his lip. “We understand that everyone has their boundaries, but we’re all pretty close. If you moved in, someone might dip into your groceries by accident, and borrow something without asking. We’d never go into your room without asking, but, well… Yeah, we have boundary issues.” He giggled nervously.

Tightness expanded in Virgil’s chest. “That’s fine,” he managed.

Patton frowned. “It’s okay if you’re not. If you’re the right fit for us, we’ll just have to be more careful. You’d just have to forgive a few slip-ups while we adjust.”

Virgil nodded and forced his voice to steady. “It’s fine. I promise.” He’d just keep everything important in his room- It’s not like he had more than a backpack’s worth right then, anyway.

Patton nodded slowly and wrote down his answer. “Okay… Um, what’s your sleep schedule like? Roman and Logan both get up pretty early. Logan’s really quiet, but Roman’s really… Not, so if you’re a light sleeper and you sleep in like a normal person, his singing might get on your nerves.”

“I’m fine with that. I, uh, my sleep schedule’s kind of all over the place, so I don’t think it matters?”

“Okay! How has it been lately?”

“Well, uh, the shelters kick us out pretty early, so my sleep schedule probably coincides with Roman’s.”

Patton nodded. “Do you have any pets, or plans to get any?” Virgil shook his head, and Patton made a noise of disappointment. “How often do you get drunk?”

Surprised, Virgil admitted, “I’ve never gotten drunk.”

“Oh!” Patton blushed and laughed. “Do you plan on changing that any time soon? Was it a rule, or?”

“It wasn’t a rule, I just… I don’t know, there was never too much alcohol around. I don’t plan on getting into the stuff, no.”

Patton nodded and mumbled, “Good.” He straightened up. “Are you still friends with your old roommates?”

Virgil folded his hands in his lap, squeezing tight. “No?” He stammered, “Is, uh, is that bad?”

He shook his head. “No, not necessarily! How many roommates have you had?”

“Well, there were my parents, and then my boyfriend.”

“That’s completely understandable,” Patton promised.

Virgil tipped his head to the side in confusion. Even the part about his parents? He didn’t assume Virgil was some ungrateful, heartless monster?

“And, um, I’m sorry about this-” Patton looked at him guiltily, “-but I do have to ask… How would you be paying the rent? Would you be able to put down a deposit?”

Shit. Fucking hell, this was going bad fast. “I’m not really sure yet? I- I know that’s bad, I just- Uh, well, I have been looking, I promise. I’ll get the first job I can. I promise.”

Patton held his hand up with a frown. “Hey, it’s okay. I know, you’re in a rough spot right now. It’s okay. You said you’d be a little on the first month?”

Virgil swallowed and nodded. “I can give it to you now, though.”

Patton laughed nervously. “Uh, no, that’s okay. Please hold onto that. If we accept you as a roommate, we’ll take it then, okay? Don’t let someone pre-emptively take your money.”

Virgil blushed. “Okay.”

Patton wrote something down, then looked up and asked, “Is there anything else I should know?”

He thought for a moment. He was sure there was something he should tell them, something they were obligated to know before they agreed to live with him. Plenty of ideas ran through his head in his boyfriend’s voice, but for whatever reason, he didn’t think those were appropriate to voice.

“No,” he settled on. “Not that I can think of.”

“Okay.” Patton smiled and set the paper down. “We’ll get back to you as soon as possible.”

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