#[ pretend this isn't super late ;w; ]

[cussima]

IM GONNA TALK ABOUT ITTTT

my first shift story time <3

(w pics lmao)

I have absolutely no idea how i woke up last night but I thought of my dr sp and i was sooo up to seeing him i decided i was going to shift.

and i did.

there was no method there was nothing 😭 i simply decided I'd be in a reality with him and i woke up in a university dorm after a morning nap

ᯓ ♡ i did realize one thing: every time i had tried to shift before i had been so concentrated on my body.

so i got up, i knew i had had a class before that and i was going to have another one soon. It was almost noon (checked on a clock) and i had another class fairly soon but i had 1 job: finding this man.

so i walked through the whole university looking for the head master's room (idk what they're called in english 😭) to find a list with all the student's names for that year and try to find his name (yk like psychos do) (under the reasoning that if he goes to the school then i can find him so yk just STALKING like a mad woman) (it was also that awkward time before the technology boom, a few printers but no proper computers like we have now so i figured most things would be saved on paper and I'd have to open every drawer and bla bla bla i was full on detective mode) but the head master's office wasn't empty 😭 (idk why i assumed it would be) so i very awkwardly asked one of the teachers there if i could see the list (after small talk and when she asked why i wanted to see it i had to be like "yeah.. i just want to check something really quick:)" and they agreed, which felt SO WRONG to me because isn't knowing that information like illegal nowadays idk) and when i was going into the office to look for it I saw my dr sp walk out another room and we made eye contact

it could be because i'm down bad but it was so intense (he has a very intense gaze actually lmao) and i just got the most violent butterflies in my stomach he was SO MUCH TALLER THAN ME and he had the cutest eyes and his hair was soso messy it was hilarious. I knew that we had seen each other on campus like that a lot, but we had never had a proper talk (i just knew) and after all that i had to PRETEND like i still had to check the list so i went into the damn information office and went through the papers super quickly and pretended like i had checked whatever i wanted to check

(me reading that goddamn list) after that i was pretty sure i was late to class but i hadn't shifted to go to class i had shifted to see my dr sp and i did so i just shifted back

ANYWAYS THAT'S IT

[ifimdreaming]

can i take you home?

luke hughes x reader || angst, fluff

request: “i like the idea of her best friend going to michigan/dating a former teammate of lukes so thats how luke and reader meet! i love angst and given that its lukes rookie year/she goes to college in another state, maybe they could be friends w benefits but both have strong feelings.”

author's note: i thought this request was so so cute so i kind of took it and ran. also kinda influenced by i miss you, im sorry by gracie abrams. this is also super long but i hope the ending is worth it. let me know if i should do more parts of this!

word count: 5.0k

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Waking up to the sound of your best friend pounding on the guest bedroom door at 7am was not exactly the best way to start your day. But since you are staying the weekend in her student house that she shares with 5 other people, there are definitely unluckier ways you could have been awoken. 

“Morning sleepy head!!! I'm so happy you're up!” your best friend Emma almost shouts as she barges in the room, after you very reluctantly told her she could come in. She immediately begins opening the curtains, and rummaging through her closet to find her outfit for the day.

In her haste she almost spills the two cups of coffee she had brought up from the kitchen as she sets them on the dresser beside the bed, her mug being almost completely empty anyway. You can tell by her enthusiasm and caffeine intake that she has been up for quite a long time before deciding to wake you up. 

You groggily roll over and face away from the wide open curtains, not ready to face the day yet and really disappointed in yourself for choosing to drive up so late last night in the first place.

Of course you were happy to be able to visit your best friend, the two of you going to different schools making it incredibly hard to spend much time together anymore. But being back here brought back so many memories of the last time you visited. Both good and bad. And to be honest, all you could think about was him. From the very moment Emma invited you, he has been on your mind nonstop. 

The way he made you feel so utterly adored when he brought you back to his room, how he spoke to you so gently and quietly the one morning when you were hungover, the time he spilled and called you ‘his’ while you were in bed together, and how much it seemed like it would last forever. It was all coming back so strongly.

“So, what are the plans for the day Little Miss Sunshine?” you sit up, reluctantly speaking your first words of the day after clearing your throat. 

“Well! First I thought we'd go get bagels for breakfast from down the street, and then I think one of us may need a quick shower before we officially start our day…” Emma says with a hand on the side of her mouth, pretending to be saying a secret as she is side-eyeing you, and you just stare at her offendedly, “Aaand we are doing something tonight so maybe we should go shopping..” she says quickly and excitedly, clearly brushing past what exactly it is that we are doing tonight.

“Alright then.” you say as you check your phone for probably the 20th time in the 10 minutes you've been awake. And you can see Emma staring at you from the corner of your eye so you decide to throw your phone to the other side of the bed, getting up and ready to go. You knew she wasn't oblivious, but you did not want to acknowledge the look she was giving you right now, and honestly it did not seem necessary to bring anything up.

Besides, this weekend isn't even about him. Dylan's surprise birthday party is tomorrow and your best friend was so excited to be planning it with your help. She hadn't done anything this extravagant for her boyfriend before and she wanted everything to be absolutely perfect.

Obviously the last thing you would want to do is ruin this weekend for her, and your stupid feelings and non-relationship are included in that.

-

The walk to the bagel shop seemed awkwardly long as you were both not acknowledging the fact that your mind is very very distracted. It wasn't intentional. But feelings and places have such strong connections and the fact that things felt so unresolved was not helping. Everywhere you are here reminds you of him.

“How's your bagel?” Emma speaks up, finally breaking the silence on your walk home, thankfully giving you an opportunity to get out of your thoughts.

“Oh it's good! Thanks! I was super hungry…” you say, trying to muster up a believable enough reason for why you've been so off today. 

You continue walking and shuffling your feet in silence and are about to return back to the house before Emma looks at you and sighs loudly.

So. Close. You are literally about to step onto the driveway of the house when she stops you. 

“Ok can we just talk about it please? Because there is no way we are going to get through this entire weekend just ignoring it.” she says, stepping in front of you and blocking any sort of way for you to get out of this conversation. 

“What are you talking about?” you say with a grumble and a sigh. Knowing she is going to get it out of you. Obviously she would.

“Luke.” Emma says deadpan, waiting for your response.

For some reason at this moment you wanted to cry just hearing his name. But you also wanted to yell. Your feelings were confusing and annoying and it upset you to even have to talk about it with someone, even though you knew you should.

“I don't know. I DON'T KNOW. I can't stop thinking about him, and everything is so confusing.” you whisper-yell at her in frustration. 

It pained you to admit that you couldn't get him off your mind. You didn't realise how much you even liked him until having to admit that.

“He visited me during christmas… I mean, he did in the fall, but this time felt different.” You continue,  “We slept together again. Everything felt like it was going so well…And now nothing.” you admit to her and wipe your face with your sleeves, angry at the tears that have fallen from your eyes. 

“Has he called?” She asks warily.

“Once? Last week. It was short… but he sounded sad. He said he misses me. And he told me he really wanted to visit me. And I've texted him since then and no response.” you look down at your feet as you speak. It really shouldn't be this embarrassing to admit. It's not like you were in a relationship with him anyway.

“He's going to be here...tomorrow? I didn't know if you knew..” Emma says as she grabs your arm and slowly brings you close to her as you begin walking inside together and you nod your head in her direction.

You knew he would be here. Dylan is one of his best friends, obviously he isnt going to miss his 21st birthday. But with how things were currently going, it honestly made you wonder if Luke would even want you here. And what do his friends even know about you two? Has Luke said anything? So many questions are going through your head that it is almost making you dizzy.

-

The rest of the day is so much lighter after your earlier conversation. Emma is exponentially good at cheering people up, and maybe even to a fault, will always be on your side no matter what. But you appreciated it regardless.

You are currently finishing up putting on your makeup and getting ready to go out tonight, still very unaware of what the plan even is. But you didn't have much of a choice in the matter as Emma has picked out every aspect of your outfit tonight - down to the shoes, makeup, and jewellery.

Suddenly Emma gets a call from Dylan and runs into her bathroom to answer the phone, the music cutting out that was playing from her phone as she heads off, and silence filling the room.

You weren't intending to be eavesdropping, but you are able to hear muffled voices from the other side of the door and very hushed arguing that you couldn't quite make out. Making you curious as to what could possibly be going on tonight.

Emma saunters back into the room with hesitancy, her expression is scared and concerned at the same time as she is approaching you almost in slow-motion, saying nothing.

“What is it? Just spit it out.” you say, already knowing you are either about to hear the worst news of all time or the worst news of all time.

“Ok surprise! We're going out for sushi! Yay!” Emma says, obviously starting with the good news and you stay silent.

“And…Luke is coming out with us.” she continues, flinching at her own words as she plops herself on the bed across from you. You sit at her desk, makeup in hand, and cannot help but have an absolutely astonished look on your face. 

Nothing is able to even leave your mouth as her words run through your mind again and again.

“I am so SO sorry.” She starts. “One of the guys accidentally told Dylan that Luke is in town and I didn’t want to ruin the surprise for tomorrow, so I told Dylan that Luke and I were trying to surprise him tonight for dinner. I didn't know what else to say. It was literally the first thing that came to my mind. I'm so sorry.” she continues, worried she has done irreparable damage on your friendship.

“You can kill me now.” Emma blurts out defeatedly, wanting to keep the surprise for tomorrow and not wanting all her efforts to be ruined the day before the party.

Obviously you love that girl, but very much did want to kill her in this moment.

“Does Luke know I'm going to be there?” you ask, brushing past everything else she has said.

“Dylan said he would tell him, yeah, but if you don't want to come please don't feel like you have to.” she says with a small smile, hoping you have some-what forgiven her.

“No, I'll still come.” you say quietly but matter-of-factly.

If Luke knew you were coming, it would be weird if you decided to stay home now because of it, and besides, what would you do here alone? Thinking of what he would be doing and wishing you could read his mind is all you can think of.

“OH? This is good! Ok! Dylan said he is picking us up in 20 minutes!” Emma states, suddenly very excitedly, hoping it will cheer you up to see that she is excited. And as you continue getting ready, nervous energy and anticipation fill your body.

- 

Dylan shows up right on time, unfortunately for you, not giving you any extra time to sit and wallow in your feelings.

It was inevitable that you would be seeing Luke this weekend, but this quickly and under these conditions was not exactly ideal. You were hoping to at least be able to have a one-on-one conversation with him before being thrown into random get togethers where things have no chance but to be awkward.

The drive to dinner is surprisingly happy. Dylan seems so excited to be seeing his best friend again. He can't stop talking about the last time they saw each other and how long it has been. And Emma's laughter and giddy energy is helping you calm down and distract you just a little bit.

“The reservation is for 7pm so we might have to wait in the car for a few minutes.” Emma says, checking her phone as Dylan pulls up to the restaurant a bit early. 

The dim lighting and intimate booths look extremely inviting as you peer inside the windows of the restaurant from the parking lot. You can't help but get distracted by watching people inside as Emma and Dylan talk from the front seats of the car and are cutely chatting to each other quietly.

“There's my boy!” Dylan yells out as he jumps out of the driver's seat, running up to give Luke a hug across the parking lot.

“Ready?” Emma looks back and asks you, reassuringly placing her hand on your knee and rubbing her thumb up and down a few times.

“Guess so…” you say with a fake smile as you grab your purse from beside you, and as you are about to leave the car, you see a tall figure standing right outside your door.

Only a little bit startled, you look up to see Luke as he opens your door for you and greets you with a tired smile. He is dressed nicely in black pants and a cream cable knit sweater, his hair curly and tousled up like always. 

As you step out of the car he brings you into a tight hug, like he just couldn't wait to hold you again.

“I missed you…” Luke whispers so quietly into your ear that you almost couldn't hear him. He swiftly leaves a gentle kiss to the side of your head as he brings his hands just a bit lower down your back, “I’m sorry” he says quietly as he releases you.

As much as you want to reciprocate, you are so caught off guard by his words that you just stare up at him without a word.

“Alright let's go! I'm so hungry!” Dylan says, unaware of the tension, as he pats Luke's back and wraps an arm around him, walking in front of you and Emma and into the restaurant. 

Emma is glancing at you as you walk together, waiting to hear from you what Luke said, but you decide to ignore it with a shrug and she looks away. 

-

Dinner is filled with laughter and catching up with one another. Surprisingly it wasn't even half as awkward as you built it up to be. Dylan chatting away with Luke as you and Emma giggle across from each other about all the drama at your respective schools. 

Having a couple of drinks throughout the night was definitely helping, but regardless of that, you felt good. Really good.

“Luke, how's the love life going for you? You got a girl in Jersey?” Dylan asks with a laugh as Emma had just bragged about her and Dylan going on 2 years of being together.

She shoots you a regretful look as she hits Dylan's side with her elbow, not as discreetly as she probably wanted to, and your face turns bright red.

Luke looks down at his lap and shakes his head with a chuckle, seemingly avoiding eye contact with you at all costs.

“No man, no girl in jersey.” Luke says lightly as he takes a drink of his beer before the two of you make eye contact and he glances down to your fidgety hands that are in your lap. 

“My bad, my bad…” Dylan says with a laugh as he clears his throat and starts back to finishing the food on his plate, Emma quietly shushing her clueless boyfriend beside her.

Your nervous hands continue to pick at your cuticles and you look over to see Luke inching his hand closer beside yours on the booth bench. Looking up from your lap, you see him glancing back at you as he waits for your reaction before discreetly taking your hand in his under the table.

The feeling of his hand in yours is so comforting and familiar and immediately eases your anxiousness. But you still feel so conflicted.

Luke always knew how to comfort you and distract you from your thoughts when they were out of control. Especially during busy school semesters and many nights spent together with him keeping you company while you anxiously wrote papers and prepped for exams. 

He seemed to be there for you when it felt like you had no one else. At least that's how it used to feel. Now things feel so complicated. Not knowing the status of your relationship surprisingly taking a much larger toll on your ability to act like friends than you would have ever thought.

“So! I've got the bill tonight guys. Happy birthday Dyl!” Emma blurts out as the waiter approaches the table, she leans over to give her boyfriend a loving kiss, comfortably filling the awkward silence that had just taken over the table not long before.

“Thank you baby! And hey! thanks guys for coming out tonight too.” Dylan smiles at the both of you as he lifts up his glass for a toast. You all clink your glasses, wishing him happy birthdays that follow big swigs of your almost empty alcoholic beverages.

Walking out of the restaurant, your mind fills with running thoughts. You wish you had spoken to Luke more tonight but it was hard to not make anything obvious. He seemed good, but still weirdly sad and you wanted to talk to him about it so badly. You wanted to talk to him about everything.

As you near Dylan's car you feel Luke's hand brush against yours and lightly hold your wrist, turning you around to face him.

“Can I take you home?” Luke shyly asks you as you all stand in the parking lot together. You mutter a “sure” under your breath with a nod, and he looks to Dylan and Emma for confirmation, both of them nodding in agreement before bringing you into tight hugs and saying goodbyes.

“Tell me everything that happens girly.” Emma runs back over to you and whispers into your ear as she hugs you goodbye once more, and all you can do is let out a small laugh in response to her teenage-esque behaviour.

-

After Dylan and Emma drive away, the short walk over to Luke’s car suddenly seems agonisingly long and your heart is racing in anticipation. Over anything else that happens tonight, you really wanted clarity. But of course, thoughts of the worst possible outcome ever sneak their way into your mind.

Luke opens the passenger side door for you and you climb into his car before he gently closes the door and walks to the other side. As he gets in, he begins to start the car before he looks over to you and pauses, the quiet becoming almost painful. 

You didn't know what to say, and you didn't want to say the wrong thing. So, waiting for him to break the silence seemed to be your best bet.

“I know I should have thought of something to say…” He starts, and shuffles in his seat, slightly bending his right leg so he is facing you a little more.

“I'm sorry. I shouldn't have stopped responding to you.” Luke continues, and you almost want to roll your eyes at his apology. It was so hard to be understanding when this felt like such a preventable situation on his part.

But you knew Luke. You knew when he was scared he got distant. You knew he was pulling back from you. You just didnt know why.

“Things have been so…weird…lately, and I just…I know I fucked up.” He confesses.

You didn't want to be reading between the lines anymore. You just wanted him to be honest with you about what he wants, and it frustrated you that he was being so vague.

“Luke, what do you want? Like, from me?” you ask innocently, but squint your eyes closed tightly as the words coming out of your mouth sound completely different from what you intended.

“Like, you told me we were friends. And obviously I was ok with that. But when you would visit me, we’d sleep together. And when you left it was like. I don't know…” you look down and pick at your fingers as you speak, looking up at him feeling like an almost impossible task.

“You told me you wanted to be friends.” Luke states, and gently grabs your hand. He holds it in his to stop you from destroying your fingers as you speak, which causes you to look up at him, thanking him silently, as he waits on your response.

“I said that because I knew how hard it would be for us to be so far away from each other.” you say strongly, feeling the sudden need to defend yourself.

“You know how important school is to me, and I know how important your career is to you. I don't want to distract you from what's important to you. I don't want to be the one that gets in the way of things, or be the reason why you're not as focused as you could be…as much as I want to be-” you begin to confess, but are quickly cut off.

“It's kinda too late for that…” Luke says with a chuckle as he tilts his head back against the headrest of his seat and looks out the front window, frustration still evidently seen on his face.

“What do you mean??” you ask, hoping he will elaborate a little more than he has been so far.

“You already distract me. I can't stop thinking about you. And it's obvious. In my game and everything too. Even Jack has noticed and he keeps asking me about you and I don't even know what to say. I can't shut him up. Cuz how am I supposed to tell him how I feel when I can't even tell you? Its actually really fuckin annoying.” he laughs as he explains, still looking ahead out the window instead of at you. 

Luke has always sought to use humour and jokes in difficult situations, especially when it comes to his own feelings. He's clearly frustrated at himself and it hurts you to see him having such a hard time expressing himself.

“So why have you been so distant lately?! I’ve been really worried about you.” you say, suddenly feeling more confident in confronting him as he opens up to you.

“Cuz im scared im gonna fuck things up even more than I already have…” he says honestly as he turns his head to look at you again.

“I knew I should've said something from the moment we slept together the first time. I feel like I fucked up by keeping my mouth shut. It's been ruining my life to not just be honest with you.” he adds with a growl deep in his voice, anger at himself seeping through his words.

As he continues, you can't help but feel entranced by him in his current state, and suddenly you are very aware of how late at night it is becoming. 

“It's my fault...” Luke says, and you desperately try to focus on his words and not his body. 

But you can't help but think about how good his hands would feel on your body and how badly you want him to kiss you right here and now. You didn't care that you were still in the parking lot of a sushi restaurant. You didn't care that things were still so confusing and that this probably wasn't exactly the most ideal time to be feeling this way. You just felt like you needed him so badly.

“I've been treating you like shit lately. Regardless of us sleeping together, that should not change how I treat you. I've been a shitty friend to you, and I'm really really sorry.” he continues, and you are brought out of your trance. 

His words hit you so hard. You both unknowingly made this relationship so complicated and weren't even aware of it. You knew Luke was not perfect, but for some reason you expected him to be able to read your mind, and vice versa. Even after being the one to say you should stay friends, you were silently upset that nothing was happening in the way you wanted.

“Luke, it's ok. Both of us have not been entirely honest with each other lately and it's made everything so… fucked up. We’re just… in a weird spot.” you say, hoping your words make any sense considering you zoned out for half of his apology.

“Can I just say that I want to be able to fix this?” Luke says as he places his hand on your thigh, his fingers mindlessly getting higher and higher as he rubs slowly back and forth. Trying his best to soothe you and unknowingly turning you on even more.

“It isn't just on you to fix.” you say as you place your hand softly over his, stopping his movement on your leg as to not let it overly distract you.

“Yes it is. I let you down. I fucked up by being so fucking…distant. I should've been more clear about what I want…that I want you..” Luke admits, giving into what he has wanted to say from the moment you got into the car together.

His eyes are fixed on yours and it makes your heart flutter in your chest. Hearing him so confidently confess how he is feeling after so long is such a relief. It makes you want to just tell him you love him right here and now.

“I know things are complicated…but, I really don't want to not have you in my life…” Luke adds as tears begin to well in his eyes, catching you both off guard.

“Oh Lukey.” you whisper as you hold his face in your hands, your heart melting at the sight of him. 

Luke places his hands on your wrists, pulling them away from his face as he finally leans into you. 

His lips hit yours with an intensity that you have never felt before from him. His hands move away from yours, and to the base of your neck, gently pulling you closer into him as he deepens the kiss. 

Your eyes are glued shut as you are entranced by his lips finally being connected with yours as his tongue dances around in your mouth. 

Needing to have your hands on him, you reach up to brush his face with your thumbs and then begin gently tugging at the curls at the nape of his neck, causing him to lustfully groan deep into your mouth. Your mind is filled with excitement and intensity as the moment grows in mutual desire.

“I needed you baby.” You say rushedly, disconnecting with him for only a moment.

Luke smiles against your lips as you connect again, and he places his left hand on your hip, massaging his fingers into your side. You lift yourself lightly onto the centre-console, desperate to be as close to him as you can get, and he lowers his hand just below your ass to help support you.

Although being in the close quarters of Luke's car while having such a monumental conversation about your relationship was not quite ideal, you were so thankful for it at this moment.

“I needed you too.” Luke says after coming up for air, and you just stare at him with a dizzy smile, your head reeling with arousal.

He pecks your lips a few times before lowering his head to your collarbone, gently kissing your neck and leaving red marks where he most definitely has before.

Your giggles fill the car as he continues expeditiously exploring your body, wanting to savour every moment of your presence and relishing in the way he is pleasing you.

Luke looks up at you with a smile before his eyebrows furrow and he is distracted by something behind you, causing you to whip your head around to look out your window, immensely alarmed at his expression. 

Luke lightly lets go of you, allowing you to sit properly in your seat and as your eyes focus on the window, the sight of a kind-looking restaurant hostess tapping on the glass outside of your door almost sends you reeling into a panic. 

Luke quickly reassures you with a laugh, placing his hand on your arm and starting the car before beginning to roll your window down for them to speak.

“I am so sorry if I startled you, but our restaurant has closed, which means we can no longer allow you to park here, as free parking ends at midnight.” the hostess explains politely while pointing to the sign posted on the brick wall just in front of Luke's car. 

“Thanks Ma’am. We’re so s-sorry.” Luke pauses to hide his face, clearly hiding that he is about to break into laughter.

“We’ll leave right aw-” Luke laughs out, hardly able to finish his sentence before being sent into a fit of silent laughter.

“We’re so sorry. Have a good night!” you say more seriously, trying to make up for the completely unserious boy beside you.

“Goodnight guys!” the hostess says as she walks away, leaving you completely embarrassed and also scared half to death.

Luke continues dying of laughter and is hunched over the steering wheel as you punch his arm repeatedly to get his attention.

“That was awful! Why are you laughing so hard!” you say unimpressed, but still unable to hold back laughter of your own after seeing him look up at you with tears in his eyes.

“Fuck. I can't get over your face.” Luke says as he begins to come down a little, wiping the tears from his eyes. You just shake your head and begin to buckle your seatbelt, not taking any chances of having to be asked to leave once more.

“Fuck.” he says once more with a sigh, relaxing in his seat and looking over to you with a genuine smile before patting your thigh reassuringly.

You look to Luke expectantly and he stares back at you with a smirk before kissing your lips passionately, catching you off guard. 

Your hands are drawn to his face as he nudges your chin with his, causing you to lean into him even further before he pulls away from you abruptly.

“Can I take you home?” Luke asks with lust in eyes as he brushes his thumb across your cheek, admiring every single feature on your face. His words having a different meaning to both of you than they have previously tonight.

“For real this time?? Because you know we cant sit in this parking lot any longer…” you say jokingly as Luke rolls his eyes at you and begins to put his seatbelt on.

“Yes, for real this time.” He retorts. His right hand eagerly finding yours as he interlocks your fingers with his, bringing your hand up to his lips to place a tender kiss before finally driving off.

-

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[darlingbabyboo]

Hiii! To begin with I just wanna say that I love ur work and the way you write, it's literally the highlight of my day! <3 Can I request fluffy headcanons about the kawata twins? ( because we all know those two babies are super underrated and it's such a mood-killer to not be able to find any good fics about them ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ ) Seriously, the amount of fics about them is SO limited that I'm desperate at this point :') Thank you in advance! ❤️

Fluffy Headcanons w/ Souya and Nahoya Kawata!

It's so true, these two are criminally underrated and they're such good characters and I love them with all my heart my god. Thank you so much <3 for the compliments and sorry that I'm doing this so late. I already did something similar with Angry, so his section might be a little shorter than Smiley!

Nahoya Kawata (Smiley)

Okay I know you want fluff but Smiley was ranked number 3 from Top Worst Boyfriends 😭😭😭

He was ranked number 2 from the Best Runners and that's bcs he's so good at running away from his problems

He is a little bitch and a menace to society

You want attention?

He wants to go the mall and pretend you don't exist

You want affection?

Well he wants to go to bed leave him alone :/

You want a cutesy petname?

Isn't babe good enough for you?

He has a whole lotta issues okay and he is not the best at giving you the attention that you deserve

He's also a little mean tbh

Just because you think your sweater is cute doesn't mean he does 🤨

He's also shitty with comforting you

He sees you crying and he just stares at you 😐

This sounds really bad so far but the thing about Smiley is that when he commits to someone he fucking commits

He knows that he's not the best (Angry loves reminding him that everyday) but he really fucking tries

Yeah he's jackshit at comforting you at first but when he realizes that you're obsessed he'll do his best to make you feel better

Homemade food to make you feel better, saying sweet words to you or just staying by your side so you know that he won't leave your side

He's your ride and die

He knows that he might be harsh too and balances with sweetness

He might not like sweater but ig you guys can go to the mall and you can get whatever you want or smth, you want a manicure sure whatever you want, of course you can get that shirt you look great in it whatever it's no big deal 🙄

He loves you okay he's not the best at expressing all the time but you're everything to him ❤️

Souya Kawata (Angry)

Boyfriend goals 😍

He's a worshipper okay, you're not just his partner you are his god

He will do anything for you

Hungry?

Five course homemade meal already made

Tired

Lay down, the bed's made, the pillow's cold and the blankets are fluffy

Are you stressed for your test?

All day study buddy right here, doesn't even care if he doesn't understand what you're studying, he's gonna do the best he can to support you

If you wear makeup I 100% believe Angry would be the type of person to help remove your makeup after a long day

He's also the type to ask a million questions while you're doing makeup it can be a bit irritating but it's coming from a sweet place

Loves stuffed animals and is willing to share the love

Gifts you stuffies all the time (his favourite is the conger eel, that's so cute I love him too much ❤️❤️❤️)

You two would have dates where you bring your favourite stuffies or where you chill on each other's bed with your stuffies 🤗🤗🤗

His brother makes fun of him for how whipped he is and while he's a little embarrassed, he is not ashamed of you

Why would he be embarrassed you're perfect, who wouldn't worship you 🥰

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

Number 15 tells everyone what things in bed they're into.

Me again!? Ugh...Fine! But don't blame me if you regret asking!

Oh, this might be good actually...!

*Toko looks over her shoulder to make triple sure that Akeru isn't listening (though for all she knows, the little ninja could be hiding under the rug), and slowly opens up.

W-Well, when it comes to, uh, intimacy, I…I have a few things I like. You know, the usual stuff…But, um, the things I do with Komaru...they’re pretty, uh, intense.

What kind of things?

W-Well, sometimes we like to experiment a bit…like role-playing. And there are times when we’re feeling particularly adventurous...let’s just say there are some toys involved…

Okaaaaaay...

Is it bad that I'm actually super curious?

Nah man. I think all of us are to some degree.

I'm not.

Don't lie.

Okay, I admit, I'm a LITTLE curious...But not in the same manner as everyone else, I can assure you.

Okay, okay! And sometimes, we even try to see who can come up with the most ridiculous scenarios! It can be pretty fun!

Ridiculous scenarios? Like what?

Um, I...I-I mean, there was this one time where we pretended to be superheroes, and I was, uh, the villain, and Komaru was the one trying to stop me...

...!

...

*Sayaka thinks about it for a second.

Oh! Okay, yeah, THAT'S actually kind of hot!

RIGHT!? See!? I told you it was worth it!

Because it goes BOTH waysss! It don't matter WHO wins, because they top and take you to POUUNDTOOOOWN!

UGH! GOD! I know I'm perverse sometimes, but I can't believe I actually admitted all that!

Too late!

Pure gold, Toko Fukawa. Pure...gold...

Alright everyone, don't give her a hard time. I think it’s great that you two have fun together.

The sad part is I know you mean that genuinely and wholesomely, which makes it even more awkward.

[kitnita]

Asks: 5, 6, 8, 19, 29.

5. What’s a fic idea you’ve had that you will never write?

ohhh i don't like to close the door on anything forever BUT the first thing i ever wanted to write for robotter came about during worlds in 2021. i outlined the whole tournament while it was going down & while i started storyboarding certain scenes during that time, i don't think that first iteration will see the light of day. like for one thing i have since super changed how i write robo, who was the pov character in that. i will never give up shouting out latvia in my fic & i'm sure at some point i will write a latvia worlds timestamp, but that first fic idea is doa.

6. Are there any fics from others you reread all the time?

i reread everything!! i am a serial re-reader!!! i am also so sad that ao3 is down so i can't do my usual excessively cited sources. eta after going through my downloaded fics on the books app & getting titles and authors names, if not links: þæt wæs god hláford by chevalric, michigan's in the rearview by aliquis, later's better than never by canary, odour by coffeehound91 (more recent, but super good!!), quarters halves and wholes by ladyeggplant.

8. What project(s) are you currently working on?

i just sent in my small fic for @inrareformfest late late last night, and i'm currently wrapping up my second Big Project for @notacowfest. i'm also looking over my outline & worldbuilding notes for my hbb fic so i can get that going as soon as my starsfest fic is done!! other than that: i'm slowly working on a tydel/otter fic that'll probably serve as a backdoor pilot to some eventual dellyotterkennedi throuple fic, + working on my outlines for a robotter bachelor au & an outline for a robotter fic that i expected to do for the starsfest & then realized i had too much to say to be able to get it in under the deadline w my other fills. my baseball au & timeloop fic + a robotter romcom longfic idea are the Big Outlines i've been workshopping for a couple months now, and i'm sure one of those will come up in the queue after my hbb fic w some <10k fic coming in throughout the rest of those ideas.

19. Give us a small teaser from one of your WIPs.

[frantically looking for a recent snippet from something that isn't for an imminent fest] OKAY ...... woe .......... trevorjamie supernatural perpetual wip be upon ye

29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.)

Otter huffed out a little laugh over the line, but he still sounded more annoyed than amused. The part of Jason that was, despite himself, governed a little bit by alpha instincts ached for him. Jason tried to remind himself not to ache, but that didn't do anything. Otter wasn't here in the hotel with Jason anyway. What he couldn't scent couldn't hurt them. “I haven’t thought about kids, period, this much before. It sucks.” Jason rolled his head on his pillow to look over at his phone, where he could hear Otter sigh over speaker. It was a good reminder, he guessed. Jason might’ve been annoyed that what was happening to Otter was rushing the pace of their relationship — even if they’d both seemed to agree to pretend they couldn’t read between the lines of what they meant to each other. But Otter had space to be a lot more annoyed at this rushing; it was his body turning on him, making all these too-soon conversations crop up when they weren't even close enough to let their scents do all the talking. Jason dropped the attempted levity. , “I haven't either," he said, then added, maybe a little too honestly, "But, uh — I'm here to talk to you whenever you are thinking about them." "Oh yeah?" He could hear a shift in Otter's tone. All wry and breathless, like he was somewhere between touched and aroused. It hit Jason in the part of him that wasn't governed by alpha instincts but was, despite itself, governed a little by Otter. "Yeah, man," he said. "I always want you to come to me when you're feeling big stuff. That's … that's what we're here for, to each other."

a snippet i ended up cutting from if i could sink my teeth into you!

[callsigndragon]

hey this is more a request than anything else but even then you don’t have to take it into consideration — but you’re just one of the most inclusive writers on here with your making athena kerner demi and everything so i thought i’d ask — would you mind making red a little bit more racially ambiguous? in that right now with the super blonde baby and her emojis’ colour (small detail, i know, not trying to nitpick, sorry!) she sometimes seems very white? which is completely okay!! just like i prefer x reader fics over ocs primarily because it doesn’t feel so gatekeepy w/ regards to race or body types or whatever, and as a woc it’s just nice to pretend you can live in others’ fictional worlds even if it isn’t like overt representation lol

so sorry if this comes off the wrong way, genuinely a huge fan of yours and your stories, can’t wait to see more xx

Oh, anon... I adressed this topic already on one of the posts. I apologized bc yeah, I realized that I made Red as a white character, but here's the thing: it's kinda difficult to include pictures and make it 'racially ambiguous'. If Red was a black woman, then Liam should have dark skin, if Red was asian, Liam should have asian features. If Red was a Latina, Liam’s skin would also be darker. So it's impossible to show you what kind of pics Jake takes, or the rest of the squad, to make it look a bit more real with all the lockscreens and stuff, without indirectly adressing Red's skin color.

I literally just open pinterest and use whatever pics I find. In my head, Liam was the tiny version of Jake, and I, unintentionally, allowed my work move in that direction.

I'm really, really sorry for that.

I explained that pics are just a reference, because my Pinterest is mainly white folks being aesthetic (good job, pinterest) and even though I tried to look for pics where Red isn't visible, Liam is gonna be everywhere, and in everyone else's mind, he's already a tiny white baby with blonde locks.

It's kinda hard to change that.

I, however, will keep that in mind for the rest of series, one-shots and blurbs I publish in the future. (But for example keep in mind that in Legends Never Die, a retelling with reader being Goose and Carole's daughter... she has to be white.)

I'm not white myself, Spanish people have tanned skin, we're included in the 'Hispanic' ethnicity (some people think it's a race but it isn't). So yeah, here I am, writing about a white woman when I'm not white. But again, let me emphasize that Red's pics are only for reference. I've seen interracial kids with blonde hair too (they're absolutely beautiful). There's cases of black women and white men marrying and surprise! Kid is white. It's rare, but it happens. Maybe Liam could be one of those rare cases in your mind.

It's too late to change that now, and about the emoji, never thought about it cause I have friends from different races who just use the white ones, never gave it a thought. I'll also keep that in mind for the future.

Again, I'm really sorry, but I believe this fic will have to remain as it is, because there's a lot of convos and pictures in said convos that I can't rewrite.

Thank you for adressing the topic ❤️

[videonoises]

i have MORE THOUGHTS NOW (and since it's a side blog, imma rb w them instead)

for context, my og tags:

(i put descriptions on the images, i hope they're done well enough, i'm not used to doing them yet)

but okay, so like, more thoughts, someone who met their soulmate(s) so young that they've always had very clear dreams, and they learn really late that not everyone has that, bc they always had the clearest dreams!!! turns out that's bc they're childhood friends with their person/their people

and YES to the dream constructing themselves with more and more soulmates when you have several, and it's just!!! it could be so cute

but also, if you go with the "you see what they're doing if they're awake and you're not" one, listen LISTEN-- one of them keeps sleeping super early on, knows everyone else, nobody knows them - or only knows their morning routine, and since everyone else /sleeps/ like /normal people/, they don't have a clue who it could be. OR one of them literally never seem to sleep, and everyone is concerned(tm). but when several of them are awake, do you switch between them like cameras??? or do you fluidly go from one then the other??? flip a coin??? do you see all the events at once and it feels super weird??? all of those are so interesting to think of

do you KNOW those are different people? or do you feel like it's "your soulmate" and it's a distinct feeling that makes them all seem like one, if you have several?

obviously the trope of the person who becomes amazing at lying through their teeth and pretending they're the dreammate when they're not, which can be so interesting!!!

character A seething bc they just heard someone do that, when they (A) are character B's dreammate, they RECOGNIZED THE DREAMS IN DETAILS!!! but they don't know how to go abt it bc obviously since they overheard the talk, they could be accused of lying too... the drama, the ANGST!!!

but also, the dream journals, accidentally finding someone's (your friend or not, really) dream journal and realising you're soulmates??? so much interesting ways to go abt this omg

another topic that i ALWAYS talk abt in soulmate AUs (i'm so sorry for my friends who keep!!! having!!! to listen to me talking abt it), are the bonds always romantic in a love at first sight vibe? or always platonic in a they're here forever vibe? is it up to the person? what does "soulmate" mean here?

to me, a soulmate is someone that makes you better, push you forward, push you to go beyond your limits, makes the world easier to face one way or another (including by making you stronger when you need to), and that you do the same thing for, without needing to ask or fairly effortlessly, which can make the soulmate range from your romantic partner for life, your best friend that makes everything so much better by existing, or even your lifelong rival that makes you want to get better (yes that means your rival in pokemon can absolutely be your soulmate, bc you're pushing each other to be the very best, listen--) and like, to me, the same person can also have a different way of being your soulmate throughout your life!!! you could be rivals then become friends, or friends then rivals, start one way and then evolve, because both of you have changed with life, and that means that there's a new way for the two of you to push each other to be the best you you can be!!! and even maybe at some points in life, have both a different perception of each other!!!

but then!!! what does the SOCIETY /within your AU/ sees the soulbond as? because you the author may know what the bond actually is, but we all know society can be very much not understanding of it - or have a misconstrued vision of things (same vibes as our society's amatonormativity placing romantic relationships as the peak of relationships, as is relationships had a hierarchy, which is the worst thing for anyone that isn't allosexual alloromantic) and with the knowledge of what society perceives the soulbond as, how do your characters perceive it? and even outside of society's impact on them, are they hoping for a certain kind of bond, what expectations do they have?

the soulbond manifesting through DREAMS, you have to have people mashing together the concept of "my dream person" / "the person of my dreams" and "my dreammate" / "the person in my dreams", there's so much to explore there!!!

ANYWAY yes hi, i'm sorry, i rambled, i really really love soulmate AUs and dream related AUs, and this is very very cool, thank u, i will now be thinking abt all of my blorbos in this context <333

Okay y'all new soulmate AU just dropped!

disclaimer: realistically I'm probably no the first who came out with this concept, I've just never seen it before and thought about it for quite some time now; that said if you know a story with this concept i'll be delighted to hear about it! (please)

Now that it's said, the AU itself!

I'm calling it "Dreammate AU"

The concept is very simple: people who are soulmates share their dreams in a way or another, it can takes different forms depending of what you, as a writer, decide to do:

soulmates can share dreams "since birth" or only after they meet for the first time

they can dream from the same pov (both the same "character") or from different perspectives (both have their own character, or one dream as a character (main on or not) and the other is just an observer...)

if they need to meet first for the link to form, it could be instantaneous (the next night they can share a dream) or takes some weeks (or more)

or it can be something else entirely, that one only dream of what the other actually do irl if they're not asleep (that's the one I use in one of my original works)

or really anything that you want, like that's the point of creation, right?

What do I like about this AU particularly? And kind of things can be explored in it?

wow so glad you asked bc I'd say it anyway

on a personal level (I know this one will not be universal) I love soulmates AUs but I always struggle a little with the idea of a cosmically predeterminated mate (I'm very unconfortable with the concept of predetermination as a whole irl), and this concept as opposed as more "visible" soulmarks can at least let some place to interpretation

I LOVE sharing my dreams with people irl, partly because my dreams are absolute bonkers and super fun to tell, and learn about other people dreams, so obviously this concept appeals to me

interesting ideas to explore in this AU include:

worlbuilding: how does a society in which sharing what you dreamed of could lead you to discover your soulmate(s)?

are dreams standard small talk? because you never know?

or is it the opposite? is "sharing your dream" something very intimate because that means/suppose you see your interlocutor as a potential soulmate and partner?

maybe both option cohexist in the univers you're creating, depending of origin or social backgroung, could be an occasion to explore differences in socialization

probably in this universe it's common to note everything you rememeber from your dreams as precisely as possible

I can totally see a whole profession (dreamkeeper?) which point is to collect, read, classify and trying to match dreams for people to kind their soulmate(s)

modern version of this job could include some kind of Internet side/social media with this purpose, and probably AI

and of course, your fav blorbos finding each other but being absolutely clueless about being soulmates

If you have other ideas, please share!

What do you think about it?

I would probably have some other things to add but the point is also to see what we can all create on this concept, it's not fun to do it alone, so please add your own ideas, tell me for which fandom you would write or read this AU, and how (please), reblog if you like the idea or if you think your followers may like it!

[nectardelatierra]

The goddes of love was standing outside her patio as rain fell on her, barefoot and just a white gown on her, the fabric clinging to her body as the water washed over her. She looked up and let it shower her, breathing the petrichor and whispering a soft prayer to the sky. "Regresa a mi..."

@tcnochtitlan

There was a low rumble from the skies before there seemed to be a shift in the wind and atmosphere around her. It was mere seconds before he suddenly appeared before her. The rain died down to a gentle mist as he approached her, offering a smile as his hands found her shoulders, to draw her nearer to him. “Si, mi amor?~”

[safyresky]

I'm going BONKERS and can't focus on SHIT this week so plz enjoy this list of wip ideas that I have that Will Not Let Me Rest and Focus on CS

AU in which Winter and Blaise disappear and Jack becomes the legal guardian of an INCREDIBLY angry 1400 year old Jacqueline and 300 year old Fino and Fiera who seem to be stuck in their terrible two hundreds STILL and are on FIRE and have a penchant for blowing shit up all. the. time.

Smile Shot in which Jack and Jacqueline have to chase a piece of fractured time that is hell bent on killing them for some reason through multiple timelines to defeat it, and get stuck with their younger, pre-day of darkness selves 👀👀👀

A series in which the youngest Diteline kid, Robyn, makes a funky cool friend and they go on all sorts of magical adventures that get them both into heaps of trouble. The friend is 100% human. Robyn can set things on fire. Shenanigans ensue. Diteline are acting Cupid and Jack Frost at this point, for maximum shenanigans

AU in which Jack isn't the BAD guy but is INCREDIBLY chaotic. Why? Because in this AU, in fact, the WHOLE REASON I want it to exist, is because I want to see a version of tsc3 in which Jack sees Santa's loosing sight of what's important and decideds "hey, let me help him by forcing him to use the escape clause, taking his place, so he can learn a Valuable Life Lesson about family in a very Dickens-esque way. This results in a scene where Jack explains this plan to Jacqueline after enacting it (so he's Santa) and Jacqueline just stands there, hands on her hips, absolutely furious like, "YOU THOUGHT W H A T?" (tho it does end with Jacqueline being like do u think it'll work. And Jack being like I know it will. And Jacqueline being like FINE. UGH. WHY are you LIKE THIS but agreeing to help nontheless)

Story based on when I thought the series was going to be called "Clause for Celebration" in which, to find a replacement Santa, Scott has a Santa-Lympics where the Legends pick a champion to claim the title of Santa Claus. Unfortunately, he learns too late that he can't pick Charlie. Jack also can't pick Charlie bc he gets BANNED from picking a champion COMPLETELY by the dude who is making sure it's all "fair" (most likely a mischievous evil fairy). Jack finds a loophole--Legates are technically Legendary and by those rules, can pick a Champion if they'd like to. Charlie is a school teacher and is upset about the Santa-Lympics bc he cannot participate. Danielle also teaches and knows about the Santa thing and is encouraging him to do it anyway. She's made friends with the quirky new librarian, Ms. Winters, who has these AMAZING fantasy stories during story time, and tells Charlie to ask her and pretend it's a story. She'd dig it. Ms. Winters does, in fact, dig it, and tells him he should volunteer anyway and maybe someone will sponsor him in a very hunger games-esque way because surely, there are more Legendary figures than just the ones he knows, right? So he does. Guess. guess who sponsors him. GUESS. Shenanigans ensue. Krampus is the BBEG. Diteline get eaten by Krampus. Jacquie commits atrocities. Charlie defeats Krampus. It's great. This one's too developed for my own good, holy hell.

RotG Crossover where the Legates get sucked into the Guardians universe bc of a dumb Pitch plot. Toothiana thinks Myles is the cutest thing! Jack is sus of Jacqueline. North thinks Charlie is v tiny and funny for a Santa. Charlie really wants a Yeti. Xander is super excited to interact with someone who knows SSL (sand sign language). Our Jack pops into the universe to bring back Jacqueline (and the others too, I GUESS) without telling the rest of the Council. When he finally finds his sister a scene ensues where Pitch is like, "YOU'RE Jack Frost. and YOU'RE Jack Frost (points to Jacqueline). ARE THERE ANY OTHER JACK FROSTS I SHOULD KNOW ABOUT?" and our Jack goes "Hi." Pitch whips around and gets socked in the face by him. Shenanigans and angst ensue, the latter especially on the rotg side of things >:)

[bemylord]

ᴏᴠᴇʀʜᴇᴀʀ ᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴇx

synopsis: levi had accidentally listened to you and erwin having sex and gets super turned on. he starts to notice all the subtle touches you give one another through the day, he thinks that you don't know that he sees it, but both of you just want to see how far this can go until levi snaps.

thanks @gipumar for an idea, i hope you'll like it!

pairings: levi x fem!reader x erwin.

warnings: nsfw, exhibitionism/voyeurism, threesome, oral [both fem and male receiving], cigarettes and alcohol mentioned, upprotected sex, size kink, double penetration.

w/c: 3.6k

the room is illuminated with a muffled light from the trembling candle in the corner, which barely burns by reason of an opened window. the captain levi has been stuck here since he came up from the escapade, trying to deal with the stack of paper. he's smoking the cigarette apathetically, frowned and clench the cheekbone, reading the next article.

levi lazily rubs his eyelids, straightens his legs, taking a comfortable position. erwin gave a massive heap of different articles and direction, saying: 'we lack chaste people here who can deal with it, would you mind do it?' levi couldn't say no - the question formulation will hit on his ego if he rejected the task.

the head tossed back when the flame of the candle had faded out from the breeze outside. the ackerman is out of composure, not having the force to maintain an urge deep inside his soul. sitting in a semidarkness room when only the faint light of the moon illuminates the office.

he stood up from the chair, coming to the window. outside the building only drunken people are speaking loudly about nonsense. the captain snorted, exhaling cigarette smoke he'd lost count of. third or fourth, maybe seventh - he doesn't know; all he knows is to deal with a paper and take a warm shower after all.

'he probably busy or sleeping, erwin' he hears a female voice from erwin's office. first, he thought is his hallucination awaken due to the work he's been doing.

'wait for me in our bedroom, honey, i've practically done with it'

'i want you now, my captain'

he overhears the dialogue he shouldn't have to listen to, break into the intimate relationship. that's counting as voyeurism, hearing as his commander, although he rarely calls him the commander only among the people to be respectful, spending his time with you. levi recognized your voice by the little whine you put at the last word; you did it seldom when erwin prohibits to do your requests. levi isn't the type who would spying or pursuing insofar as heard someone voice in the erwin's cabinet.

he took a puff from a cigarette, wiggling his head as he's trying to deal with an obscene thought in his mind. levi is used to be stern and rectilinear, but currently, his clarity of mind hammered with one question: they'll be doing intimate intercourse in the office?

nobody's gonna find out the captain of the survey corps being listened to how his allies are having sex. how would they know? he crossed his arms on the chest, holding the cigarette with his teeth, prick up his ears.

it's inappropriate to be listening.

in the next room reached out chair squeak and some heavy objects, probably books that being on erwin's desk, fall onto the ground. perhaps his hearsay has improved, thanks to the dead silence in the town. people are peacefully sleeping, only a few drunken people are wiggling among the alley. he extinguished his cigarette on the wooden table, leaving it there as well, and left the room. a clock is reading far past midnight: cadets are sleeping, even though several people guarding the building, probably lurking in a secluded area and taking a nap. whilst levi is scrutinizing through the papers, erwin is having a ravishing night.

the hallway is illuminated by few candles, the atmosphere is electrifying: getting caught by spying at the erwin's and his lover isn't the wonderful feeling he'd like to feel. the door is closed, but sounds are still coming from the room: smooches and squelches, the quiet whimpers you're trying to quell, are knocking out from your hazy mind. if there would be an opportunity to have a peek on you, levi'd take advantage of it, scorching the image of you and smith naked deep in his mind.

not that levi couldn't please him by himself or find a girlfriend, what happened if he'll take a quick peel on both of you? clearness of his mind is dazzling by the cigarettes he had been smoking. he's declining the thought it may be because he hasn’t gotten a possibility to masturbate in a few weeks. presumably, the momentary expedition had taken more days than it should be, leaving levi in a desperate state. naturally, he can go without masturbation for months but he is a grown man with needs, as silly as it may sound.

'captain, slow down if you don't want to be heard'

'he probably busy or sleeping, have you forgotten your words, dear?

the sudden way of arousal covered him, levi has gotten barely prominently shiver, as he heard your conversation. obscene squelches are increased and levi should be gone, if he doesn't want to be declassified. it was obvious from the sounds that you're having a climax, as your previously whimpers turned into the purr reaching it. levi swallowed with a certain breathlessness, looking down: it must those days without touching himself.

'i'm not done with you, naughty girl. do you think you dare interrupt me from my work? leave the room after me'

it's the moment when levi shall pace back to his office and mind his business but still standing there, wait for erwin's appearance. he takes some steps back, pretending he left the room contemporaneously with erwin, without knowing it. proofs of being worked as hell are his sweet on the hairline and bags under eyes: he has made an excuse. why he must make excuses for leaving the office at the midnight? erwin went from his cabinet covered with a little bit of sweet on his forehead and an unbuttoned shirt.

'levi? aren't you supposed to sleep? it's ... quite late for awakening'

the ackerman snorted, rolling his eyes. the erwin's appearance instills him he had been pleased for the time levi's been doing the task. smith yet is regaining breathing, closed the door.

'i'm doing your task, erwin, you forgotten? anyways, can we talk in your office?'

'i'd like to, but i'm exhausted as you. why don't we both come to our rooms and take a nap?'

the levi's mind issues a telltale signal to stop talking and do as erwin told him: he needs to remove the bulge in his pants. light illumination in the hallway concealed a levi's problem.

'yeah, you should take a nap, you look really exhausted. come to my office as soon as you'll wake up, erwin'

as soon as he turned around toward his office, the commander quite exhaled, button his shirt. as he closed the door, he tossed his head back against the door, unzipped the pants to release the problem. what happened in the hallway, why he acted like a moron if he can go back to his chair and scrutinize papers. something snapped in the mind to dare to talk with erwin after his quick sex unawares him and declassified. he should have been gone when he overheard as both of you reached the climax, wanting to have aftercare in the bedroom or kiss each other there without being exhibited. the clarity of mind was full of dirty thoughts he was incapable of deal with, still having a dizzy mind. those days without even touching the area he wanted, might put him in a trouble.

levi is melting when he spat in his hand, making strokes on his cock. a blissful moment of delighting. he never thought that spying on someone who is having intercourse will set him on the pleasure. with the other hand, he clutches his shaggy hair, imaging erwin and you in his office having sex. erwin spinning you around to face the desk, going inside you without a warning, stretching your walls. you could feel his curves and every vein in his dick, you swear you could: erwin's dick is hot and hard of the anticipation. foreboding the orgasm which will come over him with a wave after a few minutes being inside you - marvelous.

'i'm gonna deal with papers, not imagining them being closed'

he has your hands behind your back, squeezing your wrists hard 'till you can't fill your fingers, leaving on your soft skin half-moons, subsequently will turn on into small bruises in the morning.

'i shouldn't have to think about it, it's obscenely'

the climax makes you and erwin melting: you're squeezing his dick, making him lose the vestiges composure.

'maybe i'm gonna think about it once'

- - -

the next days were less troubled: levi was training new soldiers, trying not to stay up too late, so that he won't have repeated incidents. he was trying to read a book but failed up by caught himself thinking about that night. levi couldn't help himself every time he looks at you or erwin side. it wasn't a big deal - getting caught isn't a good memory, but levi thinks both of you didn't know he was listening to it.

it was less troubled until he started to notice all frisky touches you gave to erwin. those touches were clearly aren't purposeless or aimless, you rub his shoulder when you see nobody's watching. you look around, ascertaining everyone is busy, ruffle your lover's hair, laughing as he takes your wrists, mildly leaves kisses from the wrist to the knuckle. it doesn't bother him - conversely, he smiles when sees the way erwin raises the corner of his lips ogling at you.

being in love is cool, especially when the feelings are mutual. once levi peeks, not that he was spying all the time on both of you, he went out from his bedroom to have a glass of water. you and erwin were at the dining room, chatting and laughing over some situations, maybe you had been planning your future together. suddenly, erwin hoisted you up by your waist as you were enclasping your legs around his torso - you're a perfect couple, aren't you?

light touches when erwin checks up on new soldiers, you lightness conducted at his spine with your finger, perhaps feeling as he got tensed by your unexpected touch. ackerman isn't jealous but deadpan - why you kept touching him if there's a risk to be declassified. you aren't children to hide your relationship, no one dares to acknowledge to discover your secret as if it can be called a secret.

the night he awakes isn't a specific one, levi has sort of nightmares of war and titans inside the wall, demolishing and killing people, soldiers, crushing everything on their way. a small walk around the building may help him takes a brief nap. apprehensions about you and erwin disappear well, yeah, he has gotten both of you, but it won't happen again. although, he got turned on that night, masturbating lately at his bedroom, scorching an image of you at smith's lap bouncing on his dick, sort of deviated thoughts he couldn't get out of your head.

the hallway is illuminated by candles, guards are sleeping or chatting at the roof because no one could make debauchery due to levi and erwin are here. soldiers basically scared of being beaten by levi, knowing his passion to learn dissidents to be respectful and know their place.

levi walks among rooms in a leisurely way, enjoying the silence and solitude of a warm night. the wind isn't exhausted the candle in the building - calmly summer night without any accidents.

for the time being.

sitting in the cellar by his own, drinking the sturdy alcohol, attempting to recover from thoughts: it's sort of drug he is addicted to. addicted to sounds and imagies in his mind. regardless of how many shot glasses he has been drinking, he could feel the intoxicated state, a certain state of being wobbly, but his mind keeps being clear.

returning back to his bedroom, thinking that alcohol might help him take a short nap, he overhears your voice from erwin's room. he's losing his self-restraint as your voice is quieting down for a second, again he hears your purr and mumbling, not being unable to understand what you're muttering. levi coming close to a small gorge between the door and the frame, swallowing, before have a peek at you.

just as he was contemplating: you're half-naked, wearing only pants, baring your upper body to your lover. heartbeats are increasing when he takes a look one more time, seeing as the commander stroking the bulge through the trousers. he shouldn't have to be here, ogling at you and erwin but he couldn't move, only stares at you squeezing your nipples, quelling your moans by biting your lips.

it won't happen again, it won't happen again, but it's happening right now, levi is substantially is peeping at you. the commander is sitting at the edge of the bed, smirking at your naked body, perfect and well-tightened body.

he should run away from your bedroom, it isn't correct to barge into your intimate life or relationship at all but one look at your body is melting him, overwhelming the mind. you moved on his lap, slightly push your lover into the bed, sat on the bulge. you're squirming on it, making round movements on it, unbuttoning the shirt.

pads of your fingers are feeling the muscular erwin's body, running over his abs and chest, breathing out heavily. you stood up only to tug your trousers down to the floor, stay completely naked moving again into his lap.

'for how long you're gonna stand there and watching us having the fun, not joining?' the question you uttered was addressed to levi; you turned toward the door, having an absolutely accurately he is standing behind the door. 'levi, come and play with us, we know you've been listening to our sex in our office'

he acts childish but opened the door, entered the room. the atmosphere is arousing captain, seeing woman's body like it his first time. you aren't hiding your body though. levi absentmindedly stares at you, closed tight eyes trying to make an excuse yet not having enough time. his hairline his hairline is covered with sweat as evidence of his excitement. your taken body is beckoning him to touch your curves, leave on your neck a couple of hickeys as if you were taken by him. levi might be listened to by your sweet moans but not touching you.

'come and touch her, levi, it's alright'

erwin's permission makes levi moves to the bed, stood by your back as his long fingers running over your back to the nape.

'i-i won't be soft with you as erwin does, y/n, you get it?'

you laughed at his warning while smith rolled backward, providing you a bulge.

'wanna feel two dicks in my cunt'

you uttered the phrase frivolously like it's the basic phrase you say every day, not worrying what will be in a few minutes. your words were like a red cloth for a bull released from the corral. he's losing composure when staring at how fastly you unzipped erwin's trousers, quickly going over the glans of the penis with a tongue. before you could put his cock inside, you felt on your head levi's palms, holding your by temples, swiftly forcing to place your mouth into the dick.

you'd lie if you tell you don't like it.

with one hand, levi makes a fist of your hair, regulating the pace and the depth of penetration of the penis inside you, controlling every your movements, adjusting everything on his own. with another, he reached down to your already willing pussy, as you were sopping for hours, finally getting what you've been needy. your wetness is overwhelming, you're constricting when he entranced with one finger inside, massaging spongy spot deeply there, knocking out a serial of quell whimpers from your mouth.

levi kneels, wobbling for a second, shall he continue or stop. the answer to his unnamed question was your shift back in levi's face, kinda begging for initiating from his side to lick or press his fingers on your swollen clit. you're definetely been playing for some time before he interrupted their foreplay.

he tugged your hips on his face, lick from the clit to the wet entrance, making a serial of an acute moves on your hole, burying his face deep as far as it's possible in your pussy. your willingness and desire to be fucked by two thick cocks makes levi's cock twitched in the fabric, speeding up the shift of the tongue, keeping thinking about the future events.

'wanna feel two dicks in my cunt'

an echo of your phrase is on replay in his mind as a reminder that he should make you cum before giving you a double penetration. you're melting by receiving and giving oral, attempting to focus on sucking dick and wiggling on levi's face, when he slaps your booty. levi slightly bite your inner things, kissing the mark immediately back again to your drooling cunt.

ackerman put inside two fingers, stretching sticky walls, kissing your legs and ankles. being soft, retaining the remnants of composure, for now, to show the dark side afterward. afterward, he makes you cum on his fingers. you squeezed fingers when he's massaging that spot, feeling how your legs are shaking.

'keep sucking my cock while cumming'

erwin's severed voice didn't give it a chance to pull out cock, but you don't want to disappoint your commander. levi masterfully uses his fingers to make you shiver and bringing your knees together to climax as you're tensing and dripping. he didn't miss the opportunity to walk on the moist crotch, licking your juices.

levi is blossomed by your quelling moans and your willingness to obey a commander, though you wanted to stop sucking and scream erwin's name in delight. your desire you pronounced at the beginning levi couldn't forget, standing up from knees. you're still shaking and being mild from an orgasm you've gotten.

the thought of being flattened by two hot and muscular bodies, covered in sweat and those dicks are twitching, wanting to feel and stretch your cunt. you moistened commander's dick last time, moved your body between his member, leading his cock in your soggy hole, putting his cock inside with a squelchy sound.

the goosebumps run down your skin and your heart beats at a frantic pace. you gasps for the air, regardless of the opened window, it's hard for you to breathe. because of their bodies and fingers, because of the thought have your first penetration with the strongest men.

'i'm going inside, y/n'

a spontaneously levi's warning makes you bend over closer to erwin, kissing his lips, feeling the second dick inside you. you don't regret what you've said, digging your nails into the blond's strong shoulders as levi going inside, stretching you to the max.

at first, they give you a few seconds to adjust to the new feeling, before erwin did a slight thrust in you. he did it purpose: he wants to see his chest and shoulders dotted in the half-moons and patterns from your nail in the morning, so he could be mocking all day, telling you how dirty you were.

ackerman words 'i won't hold back, y/n, i'm going to be rough' come into reality, when he pulls your hair back, makes you arch your back. he holds your waist, going higher to clench your hard nipple. ackerman is closed to your ear, kissing under your earlobe to the jaw, moving in a very tight hole.

being flattened by two hot and muscular bodies is mind-boggling as their tips are reaching to the inner lump. smith's hands are running over your hips as he's ogling you and levi having a deep and humid kiss. sharing the lover is inappropriate but turns him on even more. the friction of two cocks going in and out, obscene squelches spread throughout the room. it's too much - incorrectly be fucking by the captain while you've got the one who can put on high, although two dicks feels too good to deny anything.

the shiver again caught your body as you're feeling your soon climax. both of them are feeling it too.

'cum one more time, constricting your cunt on our cocks'

the tense between your legs, and your orgasm crashed in an instant wave, creaming their dicks. the mess down there and your licentious attitude erwin's gonna remained you for weeks, telling how slutty you were, tightening over cocks and creaming on the length.

what happened next was like a fog - both of them yet took out their dicks to cum all over your body. the fluttering on your body is feeling perfect, had been fucked by two captains.

'how do you feel, sweetie?'

not giving a damn about formalities and the fact that you are his property or girlfriend, levi affectionately kisses your back, caressing your hips. erwin kissing your stomach, pressing your chest against his, tugs your face close to his, left a soft kiss on your lips. you didn't answer, there was no need for that: your contented expression was the evidence of your wonderful well-being. he lay down on the bed without strength, covering the blanket bodies, holding your waist, burying his face in the back of your neck. erwin holds your tiny hands in his, staring at how you falling asleep, smiling.

still, your request was admirably was made.

//~~//

:3

[limerancy-fics]

anon asked: what do u think are some things that xiaoven do that they find cute about each other?

venti:

sticks his tongue out when he concentrates

talks to his plants

buries himself in xiao and/or xiao's hoodies when he's super cold

makes up little songs to sing as he's doing things

will immediately latch on to xiao when xiao slides into bed (if he goes to bed later than venti for whatever reason)

will get passionate about the most ridiculous things. uses his intelligence to make things like a soup family tree (proving to xiao that ice cream is soup actually) n gets RLLY into it. full on powerpoint, etc. xiao always kisses him senseless when he does this, n venti insists it's bc xiao knows venti's right n he doesn't wanna admit it

genuinely talks to animals (not just his plants) like they can understand and he's having a full conversation with them (maybe he is....xiao isn't quite sure, honestly). he'll talk to anything n everything in his vicinity. he's like a disney princess or smthn

will randomly "serenade" xiao w the silliest songs (think you and i by ingrid michaelson or call me maybe by carly rae jepsen)

xiao:

when he gets sleeby, he blinks rlly slowly

when he pretends he's not interested or excited but he obviously is n is being tsundere abt it

when smthn small (child, small animal, etc) curls up w xiao n he stiffens, but eventually relaxes into it

when he tilts his head when he's confused like a lil bird or a puppy

when he's satisfied w smthn he's done n he has the smallest smile on his face

when he has a long day, he'll just...collapse into venti, wherever he is—on the couch, in bed, in the kitchen cooking dinner. he doesn't say anything, answers w grunts n hums, n just.....wraps himself around venti as much as he can until he's feeling better

venti has tested him to see what his embarrassment limit is, but has yet to find it, bc xiao can never say no......he'll die going out in ridiculous outfits or eating hello kitty shaped onigiri at work but he can't say no to venti n always always indulges him

sometimes, when he's at work late or leaves b4 venti wakes up, xiao will leave little sticky notes w short lovey messages on them. he never addresses that he does it n he got overly flustered when he saw that venti keeps all of them, but he still does it anyway

[youarestellarverse]

WIP Wednesday - HiOB ch. 18 - threesome

Content warning for a reference to past pet death.

Like every computer Leo's ever built, [Jason's desktop is] named Festus after his late Catahoula mix. Jason can't remember which one they're on now— maybe five?— he's too busy remembering the anguished sobs in the vet's office as his friend broke down in front of him for the first time.

The guy's had a run of atrocious luck in the past year: first suddenly losing his dog, then losing out on just enough scholarships to make affording tuition impossible, then finally losing his girlfriend when she decided the long-distance thing wasn't working out. Thinking about Grover yesterday made Jason think about Leo, and specifically how thin he looked the last time they saw each other.

Jason relaxes a little when he sees what's in the chat: a photo of Leo with Sally and Estelle, presumably taken by Paul, all three of them engrossed in cooking. Estelle looks as comfortable on Leo's hip as she does on Percy's.

FLAMEO HOTMAN: paella SOS? more like paella GREAT SUCCESS

FLAMEO HOTMAN: by SOS we mean "Sally didn't realize she had no saffron and was out of turmeric to use as a substitute until she'd already started putting things on the stove, but Leo Valdez is the King of Spices and his cupboard runneth over with plenty of extra, and also he is super cool and got there in record time and rescued the paella, which was delicious, All Hail Spice King Leo".

FLAMEO HOTMAN: oooh you know what that's good

System message: @festus2009 has changed their display name to: HAIL KING LEO.

HAIL KING LEO: hell yeah now we're talking

Piper, it seems, has already beaten Jason to the key-smashing and heart-eyed kaomoji. She's still typing, and Jason finds himself totally unsurprised with her new response, and relieved that their little white lie was successful. Pretending to run out of ingredients makes for a much more believable cover story than asking for advice— Sally's been cooking almost twice as long as Leo's been alive.

corduroy grooves: that joke was bad and you should feel bad

HAIL KING LEO: It made Sally laugh :(

HAIL KING LEO: you agree w/ me right supes???

Jason gives up and closes out his art program, feeling a smile pull at his mouth. They might as well be siblings, the way they bicker.

team mom: I agree with both of you

team mom: it was a bad joke but I like bad jokes and so does Sally apparently

corduroy grooves: don't encourage him!!

HAIL KING LEO: no please do encourage me I am havinh fun :D

HAIL KING LEO: *having

team mom: please don't drive Piper to madness, she's got a lot on her plate

Jason also isn't shocked when they both type back at the same time, or by the responses.

corduroy grooves: excuse me *I* have a lot on my plate????

HAIL KING LEO: You see that kettle next to my elbow under Estelle's left foot? The black one? That's Piper and you are the equally black pot on the draining board. shut up.

corduroy grooves: Yeah shut up.

One after the other, almost instantly.

team mom: point taken. insert speech about how my having a broken femur doesn't make your broken ankles any less debilitatingly painful here.

HAIL KING LEO: oh geez dude you really are stressed huh

corduroy grooves: yeah I have never seen you placeholder a pep talk, are you ok?

Shit. Sometimes Jason forgets how well they know him.

He must spend too long trying to think of a response, or maybe Leo's just impatient enough to interrupt.

HAIL KING LEO: are you sad about The Rachel Selfie? I don't know how you're not ridic jealous

corduroy grooves: dude not helpful?????

corduroy grooves: but it'd be ok if he were.

Right. The Rachel Selfie.

It's adorable. Rachel sent it to Percy late last night to show Jason before she posted it: the two of them, Percy fast asleep against her shoulder, curled up in her dorm room bed together. He's flushed and clean-faced but for the remnants of some eyeliner, and she's grinning with her eyes at the camera as she kisses the top of his head. The caption is simply a blue heart emoji.

Yeah, looking at it made Jason feel unpleasantly hot around the ears, but it's perfect for their deception, and he sent back his approval right away. It helps a lot that she made sure the hickeys Jason left were clearly, obviously visible, like she's trying to subtly draw attention to his contribution even though she can't actually give him credit.

He starts and stops typing a few times. He really is fried, and it's hard to figure out where to start.

team mom: I mean, it's not that it doesn't bother me at all, it's that it doesn't bother me to see him giving her attention or cuddling with her. He's affectionate like that with pretty much everyone.

team mom: I'm bothered that she gets to go out with him in public and have his name in her relationship status and post cute pics of the two of them that get 113 likes and make everyone on their feed go "aww".

team mom: like, I'm not jealous of Rachel personally, I'm jealous of the trappings she gets to indulge in and I don't.

team mom: plus half the stuff I'm jealous of is stuff I came up with or heavily encouraged, so getting resentful over it would be absurd and unfair.

Piper spends long enough typing, stopping and starting again to make Jason a little queasy.

The reply, when she sends it, doesn't help his stomach any.

corduroy grooves: absurd, unfair and understandable. A knee-jerk response? Sure. A very human one? Also yes.

team mom: and none of that makes it Rachel's problem.

corduroy grooves: and it not being Rachel's problem doesn't mean you're not allowed to be jealous sometimes.

Jason leans back in his desk chair and takes off his glasses, rubbing at his eyes with one hand. Piper's been playing a similar role for Annabeth that he played for Percy years ago, and they don't talk about it much, but he knows she thinks he's being a little unfair in context of the surrounding circumstances.

Maybe he is, but he's not sure that's a bad thing. Someone has to be biased in Percy's favor, and Jason's pretty sure that's part of the boyfriend job description. He puts his glasses back on and starts typing out a response.

team mom: I know. That's seriously not what's bugging me, though. I'm just

He stops, and doesn't send the message.

He's just what? Feeling like he's picking up speed in a freefall and heading directly for a pit lined with spikes? Pretty sure he'll be lucky if he gets a B in stats, and terrified he'll lose his scholarship because his stupid brain won't wrap itself around the concept of anything more complicated than fractions? Started wanting to crawl in a hole every time he remembers how mad he was at Annabeth for feeling exactly the same way he does now at the sight of Percy and Rachel together— like they're more convincing, more believable; so easy a snide part of him keeps telling himself Percy would be better off with Rachel for real, instead of the miserable charade Jason's forced to put him through?

He deletes the message and starts again.

team mom: I know. Thank you. I'm just really stressed about everything happening all at once and I wish none of us were in this position.

corduroy grooves: *hugs*

corduroy grooves: text your sis, you'll feel better

team mom: way ahead of you, I'm at her place already

Current word count: just under 3700.

Yes, I did write this partly because I got up to the bit in The Lost Hero with Festus at King Midas' place and I cried actual tears and I needed to process a little. 😭

(catahoula leopard dogs, btw, are breathtaking creatures. I'm picturing Festus as red, like this handsome boy from Arkansas.)

@perseusjackson-jasongrace @elaborateruses 💕

[shadowdianne]

Supercat prompt : another boring night alone (but the balcony door isn't locked, dear)

Since my current situation is shit, I’vedecided to write one-page long ficlets with your prompts because, hey, back inthe game while coughing my lungs out is not fun Xd So, yeah, unless theworldbuilding gets too elaborate my ficlets will be like this for the time remaining.Thank you, W, for the three I got from you. Let’s create during this lockdown,shall we?

PS: Take care everyone. Please

The lights of the city extended and ricochetedagainst the windows of the skyscrapers that surrounded CatCo. If one looked atthem through a tumbler’s glass, they created a fuzzy enough feeling for one tobelieve they were almost drowning on bright plasma dots. The kind of one thatcouldn’t be found that it got reflected back on the sky; marred with cloudy yetdarker than night clouds that peppered the firmament with the vague promise ofa storm that seemed like permeating the air’s surface.

Cat held one arm against her chest, fingersdrumming the side of her ribcage while her other played alongside the edge ofher jaw. The late hour wasn’t an excuse for her to not be staring at hercomputer, at the writing that should be proofread before being given the yesor no yet her eyes couldn’t quite unfix themselves from the painting the citybelow her created, the buzz of cars far too away for her ears to listen to themsilhouettes created of lighting bolts that she followed with the inwardadmission that her mind didn’t seem to be in the mood for working for the timebeing.

Something that, admittedly, wasn’t a normalthing to happen. Focused, that’s been an epithet she liked to use on herself,that she preferred to use at the end of a pointed word, a slicing comment,rather than the other, more unfavorable epithets others preferred to use onher. Yet, and despite how very little she liked the admission that she was,indeed, human, mortal, and so on capable of much more than simple boredom, shenow hummed into the night while rising her chin upwards, her fingers grazingthe hollow of her throat as she did so, the thrumming on her ribcage haltingmomentarily as she tried to discern something in the sky above.

She obviously couldn’t, she didn’t have theeyes of the one she felt curious enough, bored enough, lured enough, to want tosee but she still rose two fingers up, curling them once, twice, before walkinginside the bright space her office offered.

She didn’t need to wait long for the whooshingsound she had become so accustomed to to reach her ears, the afterwards silence,the faint whisper of a cape grazing the air as it flapped and floated, one shewas able to discern even if she kept her back faithfully turned so they couldpretend she didn’t know the other wasn’t there yet.

A ruse that was quickly forgotten the second Supergirlcoughed, the sound so much like her other version of herself, the meeker,softer one, that it made Cat tilt her head, amused. They both knew the otherknew the truth and that it on itself was unavoidable. Yet, there was the pactthere, the one they had never offered aloud even if they kept on following itas they didn’t comment on it, a lack of words better even if their livesrevolved around those pesky little things.

Waiting a little longer, until she could feelthe super squirm, Cat finally walked towards the other end of her desk andturned, nails tapping the surface, sound cascading down her form. She couldfeel the vibrations -tiny, small, almost nonexistent- running up her fingers, herwrists, yet she wondered how the sound would feel for the younger womanstanding in front of her. Eyes running up and down her form, wondering, theblonde bit down on her bottom lip as she squared her shoulders, her frame creatinga rustle in the air that the older woman savored.

“You called?”

[imaginetonyandbucky]

Can someone do a story where the Soldier is the main personality in bucky/winter headspace and that he sides with tony in the whole winter soldier civil war arc? It can have anything else but i would perfer no steve/tony. Thankyou.

Combined with:

May I have post-CW angst please? Heart-wrenching, sad sad angst. Happy ending, ofc. Please, no Steve bashing - both Tony and Bucky love their friend.

No Steve bashing was SUPER easy, since I love Steve and would never bash him, even when he’s made some pretty dumbass decisions. :D I’m not sure I was able to give AwesomeBees exactly what she wanted (I couldn’t bring myself to have the Winter Soldier as the main personality, and I know my feelings on the Accords are pretty clear), but I tried!

On AO3

Everything Good

“Hey,Boss,” F.R.I.D.A.Y. said, “Captain Rogers is on the phone. He wantsto speak to you.”

Itwas late afternoon at the Facility, and Tony had his hands full—literally—with Rhodey,helping him during one of his physio sessions. Honestly, Rhodey was lucky he wasgripping the parallel bars, because Tony was so shocked he nearly dropped him.

“Uh,yeah. Put him through, Fri. Wait.” Tony glanced at the therapist, thengrimaced apologetically at Rhodey. “You two good without me, kids?”

“Yousure you’re up for this, Tones?” Rhodey asked instead of answering. Tonywas sure he’d have put his hand on Tony’s shoulder if he didn’t need both ofthem to hold onto the bars for dear life. He’d come a long way in the lastcouple months or so, but a spinal injury wasn’t something you could just walkoff. Even with a mobile brace.

Unlessyou were Steve Rogers, probably. Not that Tony had come close to paralyzinghim. That had been more what Tony had done to Bucky, though for a moment thereTony had honestly thought Steve was going to decapitate him and he reallyneeded to stop thinking about that.

“Iwas born up for this, Rhodeybear,” Tony said. He was absolutely certainhis grin looked 100% fake, but he held it like parallel bars while Rhodeystared at him. Tony let that painfully accessing gaze settle until Rhodey justlet out a breath and gave Tony a sad, knowing smile.

“Just,be careful,” Rhodey said. “I know how hard this whole thing’s been onyou. I don't—”

“Ipromise I’ll be home by midnight with a full tank of gas, Dad,” Tony saidbreezily, cutting Rhodey off. He turned his back and strode to the locker rooms,waving over his shoulder and taking merciless advantage of how his best friendcouldn’t follow him. It was a dick move for sure; just one more thing to feel guiltyabout. God knew Tony was used to that.

(More after the break!)

“Okay,F.R.I.D.A.Y., put him through.” Tony was sitting on the bench in theshower cubicle he’d designed specifically for Rhodey. Half the showers hadalready been disabled-accessible (never knew when one of the regular-humantypes would be badly injured), but Tony had made sure the one for Rhodey wasspacious, non-slip and top of the line for ease of use. He also knew he hadabout half an hour at least before Rhodey would finish his physio and wheel orstagger his way in here to use it.

Andhey, Tony could always take a shower after the call, if he needed to scrubhimself clean. Win/win.

“Tony?”

Thatwas…Yeah, okay, that was definitely Steve’s voice. But also not Steve’s voice.In that Tony had never heard Steve sound like that. Not even in Tony’sScarlett-Witchy hallucination where the guy was dying. Steve had just soundedaccusing, then. Angry. Of course, that hadn’t been reality, just Tony’s ownfucked-up brain playing pretend. Not that things had ended up particularlydifferently in reality, really. Other than nobody dying.

Notfor lack of tying, Tony’s brain couldn’t help pointing out. He knewhe needed to stop doing that.

But,Steve. Specifically his voice. Tony had never heard Steve sound that badbefore. Steve sounded terrible. Not just tired, though if hewas still in Wakanda it was going on 1:00 AM. No, Steve sounded like he was atthe end of his rope, but there wasn’t enough slack to tie a knot. And therewere hungry wolves circling in the ravine.

LikeTony had felt in the missile silo, watching Steve pick up his friend and walkaway.

“Yeah,it’s me,” Tony said, heart pounding. Normally he might’ve added somethinglike, ‘What’s up, Capsicle?’, go for bravado when inwardly he was quailing. ButSteve sounded like death and he’d never appreciated Tony’s pretense anyway. SoTony went for honesty instead. “You sound terrible. What’s wrong?”

“Ithink….” Steve took a breath that sounded like he he’d been crying.“I think Bucky’s dead.”

Tonynearly dropped his phone. As it was, if it’d been anything other than aStarkphone his white-knuckled grip might’ve cracked the screen. “Oh myGod,” he said, hushed with sudden, aching fear. “What do you mean,you think he’s dead? What happened?” A million scenarios were alreadyswarming like hornets through Tony’s mind: Bucky vanished in the Wakandanwilderness; Bucky abducted by Ross, or Hydra, or taken by one of the manycountries where Hydra had unleashed him; Bucky trapped in his broken Wakandan cryochamber, entombed like a bug in amber; Bucky in a coma, succumbing to poison orillness or (Dear God, please no) the unforeseen effects ofthe damage Tony inflicted on him.

“Was…wasit me? What I did?” Tony asked, small-voiced with terror. It was horriblyselfish, disgustingly self-centered of him to even ask. But Tony couldn’t not.If Bucky died, part of Steve would die with him. Tony didn’t think he couldhandle finding Bucky only to lose him again. But if Bucky died and it was Tony’s fault….

Therewould be no hope for reconciliation, no hope for the Avengers ever again. Tonywould have gained a nemesis worse than anything he could every imagine. Otherthan himself.

“Wedon’t know,” Steve said, and maybe it was the lack of certainty, but ithit like a fist to Tony’s solar plexus. A metal fist to his reactor and God he needed to fucking stop.“Shuri said…” Stevepaused, obviously steeling himself. “She said it was possible. That…that theshock of his arm being destroyed like that might’ve caused some neurologicaldamage. And then there was the kick to the head.”

Tonyclosed his eyes, clutching the phone to his ear so he wouldn’t slam it into theshower wall. “I’m sorry,” he said, voice thick and rough and gratingin his ears. “Steve. I—”

“Isaid we don’t know, Tony,” Steve cut him off, as ifthat was supposed to make him feel better. “Shuri said it was possible.But, Winter said it didn’t make a difference.”

Tonyhad spoken to Shuri, before. She’d assumed Steve and Bucky would want to comeback to the U.S. at some point, so as a courtesy she’d sent Tony the specs forBucky’s new arm. It was a sleek, beautiful thing he was privileged to be ableto understand. Shuri was still a child, but her intellect already shone like asun.

Hedidn’t know Winter, but it was a terrible relief to have someone say whateverhappened wasn’t Tony’s fault. Except it was hard to imagine Shuri being wrongabout anything. “Is Winter a neurologist?”

Hecould practically hear Steve’s confusion. “No,” he said.“Winter’s Bucky.”

Tonywaited a beat, then another. It still didn’t make any sense. “I don’tunderstand,” he said, though something in Steve’s voice had a cold, quietdread creeping up Tony’s spine.

“Winter’sBucky,” Steve said, as if it would be more comprehensible with repetition.His sigh sounded as heavy as the ice that buried him. “The doctorswho…accessed him said it’s called Dissociative Identity Disorder.” He madea sound that had almost nothing to do with laughing. “I didn’t even know thatwas a thing that could happen to people. But, yeah. Bucky isn't…Bucky anymore.He calls himself ‘Winter’. He’s not the Winter Soldier,” Steve addedquickly, “He hasn’t done anything like what happened in Berlin. He hasn’thurt anyone at all. He’s just….” Steve pulled in another breath thatshuddered. “He’s not Bucky.”

Tonyhadn’t even been thinking about the terrifying, snarling juggernaut who’d beatthe shit out of him in Berlin, but that didn’t stop ice flooding his guts whenSteve reminded him. Tony knew Shuri had removed the trigger words from Bucky’shead. But, yeah. Nice to hear Steve’s bestie hadn’t shoved him through anotherwall.

“Why?”Tony asked, still trying to wrap his head around Dissociative IdentityDisorder and Steve calling him for anything. “Whathappened?”

“Idon’t know.” Steve swallowed. “Winter said he needed to protectBucky. After…after what happened. So he wasn't…he wasn’t gonna let him outanymore. And. And I tried to talk to Bucky, but Winter wouldn’t let me. And…andwhat if he’s dead? What if he’s not, not even there anymorebecause it’s just Winter now? What if Bucky’s gone, and, andI—”

Stevestarted sobbing. Great, wracking gulps of air, each one followed by ashuddering gasp like cracking bone. “What if he’s dead,Tony? Oh, God. Oh, my God. What do I do? What am I going to do?”

“Whoa,whoa. Shh. It’s okay. Nobody’s dead, Steve,” Tony tried. Then,“Bucky’s not dead!” Forcefully, when Steve just made a broken noiseof negation. “That’s not how it works! It doesn’t work like that. Honest.I’m no expert, but, it doesn’t work like that. None of the identities die,okay? They’re just…in the background. Or something. I’m not sure about thatpart. But I promise you, Bucky is not dead.”

“Really?”Steve sniffled. He sounded so desperate for hope that Tony, who had troublewith other peoples’ emotions at the best of times, nearly broke down himself.“You’re sure? He wouldn’t talk to me.”

“Yeah,well, you said Winter was protecting him, right? So, he’s probably in his happyplace. I wouldn’t want to come out either.” Tony winced, wondering ifSteve would think that sounded as much like bullshit as Tony did. He stood andleft the shower stall, then strode into the hallway with his phone mashed tohis ear. He knew appallingly little about psychology, considering how manydisorders he’d been diagnosed with over the years. It was about an eight hourflight to Wakanda in a Quinjet; plenty of time to read up on the subject.

Notthat he had any idea what he’d do about it, once he gotthere. But, Steve had called him for a reason. And even if that was tomore-or-less accuse Tony of making Bucky mentally ill, Tony couldn’t listen toSteve crying his guts out and just do nothing. “I’m heading to the landingpad right now. I can be at the palace in eight hours. Do you want me to bringanything? Anyone?” he asked, thinking as he moved. “Wanda’s offsomewhere with Vision, but she’s got that hand-wavy telepathy stuff. Icould—”

“Winterwanted to talk to you,” Steve said. “He didn’t say why, exactly. But itsounded like he wants assurance you’re not going to try to kill him anymore.”

Tonystopped moving so fast he practically gave himself whiplash in the corridor.His first reaction was a blood-hot flare of rage. “You sure as fuck neverpull your punches, do you?”

Therewas a second of stunned silence. “I don’t understand,” Steve said atlast. “I just meant, Winter doesn’t want Bucky to come out. And, he reallywanted to talk to you. So I thought…maybe if you can promise you won't…attackhim again, it’ll help?”

Tonyforced back the anger he knew wasn’t really aimed at Steve. “I don’t getit, though. Why would that help? I mean, I won’t attack him again.” Itfelt important to say it out loud. “But, it’s not like I’m a threat to himwithout my armor. When I tried to fight him in Berlin he kicked my ass.”

“Thatwas the Winter Soldier,” Steve said. “The trigger words compelled himto come out.”

“Oh.”There wasn’t much else he could say to that. It made sense, considering howBucky had seemed more lethal before the silo. Which, honestly, only made Tonyfeel that much worse. He rubbed his forehead. “You really think Winter’staken over for Bucky because of me?”

“Idon’t know,” Steve repeated bleakly. “But…you really hurt him, whenyou blasted his arm. And I think you would’ve killed him if I hadn’t stoppedyou.” He hesitated, maybe waiting for Tony to deny it. Tony couldn’t.“So,” Steve went on a too-long moment later, “maybe that’s whatWinter was thinking about. When he took over. That this way you couldn’t hurt Buckyanymore.”

“Fuck,”Tony muttered. Like he didn’t already feel badly enough about this whole mess. “Look.Steve? I…” He gritted his teeth. No time like the excruciating present,right? “I’m sorry. For what it’s worth, I am so, so fucking sorry for whathappened. I know the Accords ended up a fucking trash fire, but I’d really….Fuck,” he said on an exhale. “I was counting on you, okay? I thoughtthat you, of all people, would understand why no one with super powers shouldbe running around without any kind of control. After Ultron I really thoughtyou’d agree with me about that. But not only did you not agree, you wereperfectly happy to fuck me over, as well as everything I’d been trying toaccomplish, to go on a field trip with your fugitive buddy—”

“Buckyshould never have been a fugitive,” Steve snapped. “And you know whywe went to Siberia. I wasn’t happy to ‘fuck you over’, Tony! I never wanted togo against you! I wanted your help! But you’d already signed the Accords. Ourhands were tied just as much as yours.”

“Idid help you!” Tony said. “I lied to Ross and went to find you. Iwanted to help.”

“Iknow,” Steve said. “And when you arrived, I was grateful. I thought…Ithought we could start mending fences. Trust each other again. But we know howit turned out.”

“Youlied to me,” Tony said. “You’re talking about trust, but you lied by omission, and then you lied to myface.”

“Andthen you tried to kill my best friend!” Steve shot back. “The oneperson who hadn’t done anything wrong. Even T'Challa could see that. Whycouldn’t you?”

“Idon’t know!” That was, ironically, a lie. Tony did know. He absolutelyknew why he’d lost all reason and self control and had almost done somethingunforgivable to a man he actually admired. He took a couple breaths through histeeth, forced himself to keep going. “I wanted to hurt you,” he saidat last. There was an awful, sickly relief in finally admitting it. “You’dbetrayed me by not signing the Accords. With your fucking perfect teeth andperfect morality.“—Tony wondered if Steve’s perfect hearing caught thefinger quotes—"You had to be so Goddamn self-righteous you couldn’t even consider my point of view. And I was trying! I was trying sodamn hard to do the right thing. To protect everyone. To make all the damagewe’d done mean something. But you wouldn’t even consider it.”

“Iread the Accords, Tony,” Steve said. “And I found—”

“Youcould have tried!” Tony shouted over him. “Youcould have tried, but you didn’t. And it hurt. I can admit it. It hurt likehell.” It still hurt: This was years’ worth of pain he couldn’t hold backanymore. It felt like when Obie had torn the reactor out. “And then I gotto see the Winter Soldier killing my parents. And you knew. You knew he’d done it, but you chose your friend overme. So you betrayed me again. First by lying by omission, then by lying to myface. “And I just….

“Ilost it, okay?” Tony said. “I just fucking lost it. I wanted to hurthim, for what he did. And I really wanted to hurt you. Iwanted you to feel the way I felt.”

Hecould hear Steve swallow in the silence on the other end of the line.“Bucky didn’t deserve that,” Steve said quietly. “Maybe…maybe Idid. But Bucky didn’t.”

“Iknow,” Tony said. “And I’m sorry. I am so fucking sorry. I had a reallybad couple days and a fucking truckload of daddy issues, and I took it out onhim. And I will never forgive myself for that.” He gave a sharp, unhappysmirk, “That was actually what I’d intended to lead with, when I startedtalking a minute ago. Kind of lost the train there.”

“You’reright,” Steve said, and Tony gasped. “I should’ve tried harder to seeyour side with the Accords, not just what I didn’t like about it. I could havetried to get them amended, come up with something we all could agree on. I’mused to acting with minimal oversight, but I also used to work on behalf ofS.H.I.E.L.D., and before that it was the S.S.R. I do understand the necessityof checks and balances. But I was scared of our hands being tied when peopleneeded us the most.

“AndI never should’ve lied to you, Tony,” Steve said. “I was a coward. Itold myself I was doing it for you, but I was doing it for myself. For Bucky. Icouldn’t bear the idea of you hating him. But I can’t help thinking that if I’djust, grown a fucking spine, the video wouldn’t have been…so hard to take. Forany of us. I was a lousy friend, and I’m sorry.”

“Oh,”Tony said again, just as lost for words as before. “Thank you.” He didn’tknow if he could forgive Steve for what he’d done. Tony had been flayed alive.The fact that what Tony had done in retaliation was worsedidn't—couldn't—change that. “I, um, would’ve helped Bucky anyway.”

Heowed Bucky so much more than that. It was the least he could do to begin tomake things right.

“Iknow,” Steve said, and Tony’s shriveled, shrunken heart unfurled a bit,like an underfed flower reaching for the light. “I know you would. Thankyou. I can’t tell you how much this means to me.”

“Thendon’t,” Tony said, all breeze and bravado. “Don’t worry about it. Seeyou on the flipside.”

Hehung up, then asked F.R.I.D.A.Y. to tell Rhodey where he was going, and to havehis armor meet him at the Quinjet, just in case. Not that Tony was expectingtrouble, but, better safe than sorry. And he hadn’t been feeling all that safethese days. Amazing how that happened, being alone.

Onephone call couldn’t change that, but….

ButTony’s heart had something to reach for. It was a start.

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[seelestia]

YOU'RE HEREEEEE <3 and dw sweetie life happens and those things are more important <3 no no i SWEAR it's been a month my sense of time is most definitely not warped and yes ofc i missed you wdym ;;;;;

*covers zhongli's ears* 'ancient fossil soul' oh my god 🤣🤣🤣

shjdfhksd oh gosh the angst yes yes bring them all to me omnomnom ah well ultimately it's up to you but i wouldn't mind hearing you ramble hehe ;))

fatui!ayato ohoho the potential for villainery and plot twists!! i'm trying to imagine him in fatui outfit but i can't...

fatui!ayato who lures you in and gets you to fall in love with him with all his gentlemanly ways... and when you realize just who he was, it's already too late for you to turn back. will you let your love drown you or will you try to swim back to the shore? :))

random person: "you know, that haughty yashiro commisioner-"

lia: !!! 👁👁

random person: *gets shivers down their spine* "m-man, sure is chilly today..." *walks away silently*

lia: 🙃

he did.... he did..... kazuha i'm so so sorry lsdflkjsd I ACTUALLY DID FINISH THE 2 ARCHON QUESTS THIS WEEKEND!! and i'm so excited to see al haitham again in 3.1 aaaa

that's awesome!!! h-how did you even get a 250% energy recharge accidentally-

oh that was my brother's build with the 80k meteor lmao my zhongli isn't as awesome hsdlfsjdfhkj but i will get there!!! eventually... hopefully...

i am so soft rn lsjkfdjskldf oh my lia aaaaaaaaaa that was beautiful ;w; so much potential for angst too, imagine you just staring back at him confused like 'do we know each other?' and you are totally right i am so into the 'predestined lover' trope it's the hopeless romantic inside me lol...

YES YES EXACTLY like. it's out of their control so no one can be blamed for it, right? but then what do you do with these anger and sadness and lost promises? hhhh it hurtsssss so gooooood

i think it saw klee holding a bomb and fled but we can pretend it's zhongli who made them run sure lmao /j

i have diluc (who came home at 79 pity instead of zhongli) and c1 qiqi (who came home at 77 pity instead of kazuha)... my luck is rotten as you can tell :D

GO GET YOUR STRAWBERRY TEA!!! i have them too but i haven't touched it since the sampler pack arrived ahah i have so many tea slkdjflksdf

YES, I AM BACKKK! hehe, tyyy, rin jie~ your sense of time is getting rusty like your dear hubby (/j) but i'm glad to know that my chaotic presence is missed :( i missed you sm too! although i know i can just barge into your inbox like a madman anytime 🤫 (/lh)

but the way you covered his ears 😭 i wasn't joking when i said i'm literally hu tao 2.0, so his pretty brown hair would turn gray when i'm around... i'm so not sorry, rin jie. (/j)

eeeeee, okay, okay! maybe not a full-on ramble buuuuut the fic will focus on the influence and differences between social statuses, so i think you can see how these would connect to ayato, noble!reader, and thoma. btw, the tropes in that fic will be a love triangle + unrequited love + right person, wrong time! anddd, my mouth is now zipped until it is finished 👀

is ayato's palette so bright to the point it's kinda difficult to imagine him in an emo clothing??? fatui!ayato's design will take a whole 180° turn from his original blue and white palette but he'll always look majestic no matter what! you and your beautiful writing need to stop coming for me, i swear 😭 if he charms me only to use me, then i think... i might have to save my own heart first <//3 but i don't think i can escape ayato's grasp so easily; what that man wants, he makes sure he achieves it. (omg, he might've been a slytherin, after all??? 👀)

i finished the sumeru archon quests too and i'm kinda excited for what's to come! tho, i'm completing the aranyaka quests and i'm currently on part 3 😭 i swear, aranyaka part 2 exists to advocate back pain but the aranara's are all super adorable !! accidentally because my hp artifacts just happened to roll into lots of energy recharge, help 🤧 it's fun being able to use grandpa's burst so frequently and the petrify effect is sooo 🤌 good luck building him to the best of your abilities, rin jie! maybe you can flex him to us sometimes??? 👀

YESSS, YOU GET ME. after all, it's in a human's nature to find something to blame like transferring the burden of pain from your hands to another's — but in these cases? you have no option but to hold onto this burden and the longer it stays, the longer your hands burn. this is a meeting of minds. the both of us rn 🤝

a child holding a bomb is two terrible signs manifested into one. (/j) but i hope you get to pull more characters that you can try out new playstyles with in the future! alhaitham, maybe 👀 (/j) like personally, i'd definitely prefer a new character than a constellation 😭 but oddly enough, losing the 50/50 actually gives me a sense of security sometimes because yes, guaranteed next !! so, i do this strategy where if i'm on the 50/50, i don't save and instead do a pull every time i can but it has to be on a banner that i'd regret the least! like the thought process of: if i win the 50/50 here? cool, new chara! if i lose? cool, guaranteed for me! this teaches me to be at peace with the 50/50 system + get a new chara or a guaranteed chara! but only if you're on the 50/50 tho, that is the most important part~

[misomilk]

FINAL CHRISTMAS OTP PROMPT FROM ME, MISO SENPAI! THE PERSON WHO YOU THINK IT IS, BUT IT REALLY ISN'T, BUT REALLY IT IS. ;) HOW'S ABOUT SEBRON, IN EITHER THE TITANIC AU OR THE STAR AU? YAAAAAAAAAAAAS. SANK YOU. ;* ILUSFM!!!!!!!! I MEAN, WHAT? NO. I'M A TOTAL STRANGER.

AAAAAAAAAAA SENPAI. YOU ARE SO CUTE, MY HEART EXPLODES WITH DOKIS. I KNOW IT’S YOU 😘 Thank youuuuuuuuuuu for sending -GASPS- sebron 😭 I haven’t thought about this pair in soooo lo--no, that’s a lie. I’ve been thinking about them lately. ;D Just that, the thoughts haven’t turned into written words. Hahaha

ILUSFM2, SWEET SENPAI SINPAI. I hope you enjoy reading these!

Christmas OTP Questions: sebron

Who wakes the other up excitedly on Christmas morning? Which one begs for five more minutes of sleep? For both AUs, it’s Ronald that wakes up all excited, but for different reasons. Titanic!Ron is excited because it’s Christmas!! and it’s wonderful. He loves it. Remember he once woke Sebastian up and gave himself to Seabass as his present. After that year, it’s always Sebastian that wakes up before Ronald, to make sure Ronald wakes up THE BEST way on his favorite day of the year.Star!Ron is awake from 5am, refreshing (ctrl+r or alt+f5) the SOFC (Sebas-chan Official Fan Club--access limited to Members only, password-protected) website to see Sebastian’s special Christmas message, which can only be viewed on Christmas day. Note that while he’s refreshing like crazy, the very star he’ll be watching on the screen is sleeping soundly in his bed. Sebastian wakes up to Ronald squealing (even though Ronald tries so hard not to squeal loudly), groans, gets out of bed to pull Ronald away from his pc desk and drags him back to bed.“Sleep. Spaz later.”“Wait, I gotta message Grell--”“Spaz later.”“Your wink at the end of the video is to DIE for, Sebas-chan.”“Wink later. Sleep. Sleep. Two eyes closed, Ronald.”“Yes, but--”“Sleep. Please.”

Which one hangs the mistletoe? In Titanic AU, it’s Sebastian. He hangs it at the door connecting the kitchen and the living room, and normally waits there before lunch/dinner so that Ronald will have to kiss him before eating. (Sebastian likes to think it’s his appetizer.) In Star AU, it’s Ronald. He hangs it in a way that replicates a certain scene in one of Sebastian’s movies, where he kabedons a girl beneath a mistletoe before kissing her. Sebastian plays along, reciting his DOKIFUL lines to the girl, but replacing the girl’s name with “Ronald”. When Sebastian leans in to kiss Ronald, he pulls away for a tiny bit, just to get Ron to whimper and whine (which Ron does). Sebastian has a wicked smile on his face as he kisses Ronald, deeper than stated in the script.

Which one cooks? Do they cook together? Do they go out to eat? In Titanic AU, they go out to eat. Sebastian treats Ronald to the most expensive of restaurants, which makes Ronald feel uneasy. He doesn’t like it when he gets too pampered by Sebastian, because he likes proving he earns enough on his own, too. He doesn’t like feeling like he’s just a pet to keep happy with such luxury. He tells Sebastian about this, and he corrects himself in their future dates.In Star AU, Sebastian super duper wishes he could go out to eat with Ronald, but because of his star status and keeping up a good, never-in-a-relationship image for all his fans, he can’t. Ronald understands, of course, and even puts out more effort than Sebastian that they shouldn’t ever have a date outside his house. WHICH IS WHY Grell, glorious and awesome as she is, sets up a plan with William. After Sebastian’s performance at Music Station (a music show that always has a 3 hr special of musicians performing live on Christmas), William takes Sebastian to Grell’s bar, which is closed to the public for the evening. All the bar’s tables are set to the side, except for one table for two, candle lit. Ronald sits on one chair, with a blindfold over his eyes. (Grell kidnapped him and brought him here after they watched Music Station together.) It’s Sebastian that takes off Ronald’s blindfold, and they’re both just so overwhelmed that they can finally have a date outside. Grell and her staff serve them D E L I C IO U S food that evening, and even let Sebron go on a pretend drive date using a cardboard car and a projector. It’s a little silly but IT’S SUPER DOKIFUL.(Wow. That was such a long answer. OOPS)

Which one can’t sleep the night before? In Titanic AU, they sleep in their normal hours. After a few rounds of good shit good shit sex. ;DIn Star AU, Ronald stays up and waits for Sebastian to arrive. There are years Sebas arrives early on the evening of the 24th, but there are times he arrives late into the night, still busy with shooting despite him having to perform live the following day. Ronald spends time marathoning his most favorite drama by Sebastian, and sometimes that movie with the kabedon mistletoe scene, too.

Which one dresses like they’re straight out of a Christmas movie? Both of them??? In any of the AUs???? XD Well Star AU Sebas definitely dresses up on Christmas bec of that Music show. Ronald watches him from the tv in a concert t-shirt, house shorts, penlight and Sebas-chan uchiwa in hand.

Which one sings Christmas carols loudly and off-key at random times? In Titanic AU, it’s Sebastian. BEC I WANT HIM TO. I cant have him ever sing off-key in Star AU so he definitely has to (have one imperfection LOL) here in Titanic AU. He can’t even sing Jingle Bells right. Poor man. Ronald laughs at him, not in a ‘HAHA U SUCK” way but in a “GOSH IM SO IN LOVE WITH THIS LOSER” way. He sings along with Sebastian, purposely ruining his own melody/pitch to match Sebastian.In both AUs, Ronald gets pretty passionate about (specifically) "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas”, that his voice breaks while singing. On a related note to that favorite song, in Star AU, Sebastian catches Ronald listening to this version and starts to sing along. Ronald gets so. fucking. aroused (/o\) by Sebastian’s P E  R F  EC T voice, that by the time the trombone solo goes, Ronald is already making out with Sebas and tearing his clothes off. Sebastian keeps singing him the song while Ronald kisses his neck, feeling like he’s kissing Sebastian’s sweet voice.

Which one tears open their packages? Which one slowly, methodically unwraps every single one? In Titanic AU, they both unwrap methodically. Ronald gets a lot more presents than Sebastian, because he’s got a whole lot of family and is so loved by both grandparents on both sides of the family. He’s the Family Favorite. XDIn Star AU, Sebastian gets a whole FUCKTON of gifts from fans. Ronald helps him open them. Ron starts opening methodically, until he runs out of patience and just tears them up. Sebastian unwraps each present methodically, from start to finish.

Who opens their biggest gift first? Who opens their smallest gift first? In Titanic AU, Ronald goes from smallest to biggest. Sebastian goes from biggest to smallest. They both reserve each other’s gifts for last.In Star AU, they go by it as the gifts are sorted. William has a list of presents, so they go through that list one by one.

Which one makes the sappy Christmas speech? In both AUs, Sebastian. Because no matter what AU, he just has that way with words. In Titanic AU, he makes Titanic references to make Ronald s w o o n. In Star AU, he sings and Ronald just--he faints, man. No matter the AU, Sebastian aims to make Ronald lose himself and is successful in both.

Which one’s family do they spend Christmas Day with? Does the whole family get together, or is it just your OTP, and any kids they have? In Titanic AU, the first Christmas they’re an official couple, Ronald  persuades Sebastian to go to his family home with him, and Sebastian reluctantly agrees. Sebas had a bad feeling about it, based on what he overhears from Ronald when he’s on the phone with a relative. They only last a two hours at Ronald’s old home, because apparently Ronald’s family wasn’t as open-minded as he thought they were, Sebastian suffering the brunt of it. Despite the family not liking who his boyfriend is, Ronald still remains to be the Family Favorite, though his relatives are vocal about ‘breaking up this fling and finding a girl to settle down with soon’. It really pains him. Ever since then, they spend all holidays alone together.In Star AU, they spend Christmas together by themselves in Ron’s apartment, except for that one year Grell held that surprise for them. The year after that, they plan a surprise for Grelliam, too, which was a little hard to accomplish because of William being such a workaholic.

Which one buys a gift for their pet? No pets~ But if they had one, Ronald in Titanic AU and Sebas in Star AU.Titanic: Bec Ron gets so easily attached to animals, like hamsters or dogs. Although they don’t necessarily like him back. LOL When they’re out on a walk, and Ronald tries to pet a dog, the dog tends to approach Sebastian instead.Star: Sebastian. Because he’s never had a pet, so having one must be so wonderful for him.

Who dreams of a white Christmas? For both, Sebastian. Because I think he finds peace in seeing the world be covered in a white blanket. He thinks it’s calming how the world’s noises seem muted by the snow. To have the world be muted like that on one of the noisiest days of the year is nice. He’d like to just snuggle up with Ronald on such a day.

Which one munches on candy until lunch time? Hmmmm neither of them, probs. XD I’ll turn the question into “Which one spoils themselves by watching something they love?” It’s Ronald for both.Titanic: “Ronald, Titanic isn’t even a Christmas movie.”“It’s a great movie. We’re watching it.”Star AU: “Ronald, that’s the twelfth time you’ve watched last year’s performance.”“It doesn’t reduce your radiance, Sebas-chan. You’re so amazing.”

Which one goes to bed first that day? Which one stays up, being nostalgic? In Titanic AU, Ronald heads to bed first, with Sebastian watching him, feeling giddy that this person chooses to stay with him.In Star AU, Sebastian falls asleep first. He’s just so dead tired by then, what with his live performance and all. Ronald watches him sleep, not in a fanboy-y way. Just-- he lets himself bask in Sebastian’s presence. He wishes them another wonderful year to come.

Which one is ready to start de-decorating on the 26th? Which one wants to keep stuff up until after January? In Titanic AU, Sebastian wants anything Christmas gone by the 26th. Ronald, though sad, helps Sebastian put things away. When Sebastian realizes how sad Ronald gets while putting away decors, he lets him keep one garland across their living room to keep the Christmas vibe alive.In Star AU, both of them don’t care for Christmas much to put up decors. So they don’t have any de-decorating to do. XD Ronald attempts the mistletoe thing all throughout December though. Hehehhe.

AAAAAAAAAAAAND THATS IT. Thank you soooo sososoosososo much for sending these asks, bb. I had so much fun answering them. I hope you had fun reading them, too. ;*

I LOVE U SO MUUUUUUUUUUUUUCH!!!!!! You are the best. 😍