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[zuhaism]

⊹ ｡˚ 𓂃 ♡ Y/NRINA FAN FAVOURITES ?! (2)

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pairing : aespa5th!member x yoo jimin

synopsis : fan favourite y/nrina moments that convince them that they’re more than friends

a/n : hi… this was really high demand so im doing it just for you all 🫰🫰 but this is like a special occasion since my mock exams are near and i might not comeback until next year. so please wish me luck 😭🙏 please mind the mistakes half of these were made at 1am

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the girls exited the van upon arriving at music bank. as soon as you closed the car door behind you. a little furry friend walled in between you and karina.

“cat!” you exclaimed. both karina and the cat looked at you. you could hear the clicks of cameras go crazy at that moment. capturing karina’s reddened cheeks when she realised you werent calling for her.

karina turned around and saw you already kneeling down petting the cat. she took a quick picture before joining you and squeezing your cheeks. (she couldn’t handle how cute you looked) :3

2 days later it was seen that karina’s wallpaper was the photo that she took of you and the cat.

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“hi everyone!” karina cheerfully greeted. she just finished her schedule and decided to turn on a live. after a few minutes of interacting with the comments. you came in the room. the door creeking could be heared in the background.

you just finished studying. sporting glasses and a messy bun you decided to join karina. not before taking a lollipop from the kitchen. karina looked up at you. “you’re finished?” you nodded silently. obviously tired.

you sat down beside her. “im live right now” she said in a whisper in case you werent aware. “i know” you said nonchalantly as you opened the lollipop wrapper and putting it in your mouth.

you decided to read the comments. after a while of reading the comments. the fans noticed karina taking the lollipop from your mouth and popping it into her own mouth. you didn’t notice it since it was normal between the two of you. whats hers is hers and whats yours is hers.

ynmydays : erm whag the freak thats disgutangs girl

wintning : GIRL THROW THAT LOLLIPOP AWAY

minjicles : hihi the way yn didnt react at all 👅

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“yah is yn actually sleeping?” winter’s voice could be heared from all of their in ears. all of them collectively let out a chuckle and peeked over to yn who sat at the front near the window (karina’s side). winter’s suspicions became true when yn didn’t react to her call at all.

there were more than 5 students now in the class. half of them already aware of the aespa members in class. “karina start cleaning the class” said winter.

the said girl got up and grabbed a duster. “guy’s lets clean the class together.” she said to the girls near her table.

as she was dusting of the windows. spinning around as per winters request. karina got close enough to you. she looked over your snoozing body. slumped over the desk, with your head in your arms.

she tickled your nose with the duster. no reaction. she tickled your ears next. you moved slightly. she sighed as she sat down on the empty sit beside you. she laid her head on the table so the both of you would be looking at eachother. well in this case she could be watching your sleeping figure.

“karina unnie wake yn up like how you usually wake her up” minjeongs voice could be heard from their inears. karina immediately turned red from embarrassment because of what she was about to do.

she stood up from her seat and leaned on your sleeping form. she bent forward to push your hair back with both of her hands. “yn.. wake up baby” she whispered in your ear and left a peck on your right cheek.

you immediately say up straight. eyes struggling to open. the scene was comical. your hair was a bit messy from the way you slept and you had a subtle kiss mark on your cheek. while karina looked at you with her proudest grin.

ningator : THATS SO CUTE WHAT

aerisicles : the way that kiss mark stayed on her face until the end of the video is so funny to me.

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"It's so high up!" Minjeong cried from the top of the goal. You laughed as Karina had a concerned expression on her face. You have already finished recording your portions for the Supernova MV. You and Karina chose to walk around the city. But you both ended up at Minjeong's shooting location, which was a football court.

"watch me!" you captured the attention of the cameraman. it panned to you playing with the football and performing some stunts for the camera. "woah! I didn't know you could do that!" remarked Karina, impressed. You smiled at her as a Thai boy approached you. asking you to play football with them. the next scene features you playing football with some thai boys.

after a while, karina decided to join you and attempted to take the ball from you by tackling you. It ended in chaos, as both of you tumbled down. karina was on top of you, laughing loudly into your shoulder, as you covered your face in humiliation.

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"how did we meet, y/nnie?" she repeated, leaning in so close her face was just inches from yours. your arm, draped comfortably over her shoulder, felt like it had always been there.

"oh, that," you said with a chuckle, the memories rushing back. "well, it was... not exactly smooth."

karina smirked, clearly enjoying the nostalgia. "not exactly smooth."

“you remember how stressful everything was back then?” you continued, nudging her lightly. “it felt like everyone was on edge, and i was just trying to figure out where i fit in.”

karina nodded, her smile widening. “yeah. everyone was so focused, trying so hard to outshine eachother.”

“and you,” you added, “you were this perfect trainee, always ahead of everyone. meanwhile, i was just hoping i could keep up.”

she laughed, the sound light but with an edge that made the chat go wild. “thanks jagi. but everything changed when you came along. ”

“changed?,” you asked, unsure of what she meant, your eyebrows furrowing.

karina looked at you, her eyes softening. "y/n. you were so good-like, insanely good. you walked in, and it was like you already knew what to do, how to move, what to sing. it felt like you'd been doing this for years. everyone noticed, y/nnie."

you felt a small twinge of surprise at her words. "oh really? i was trying to keep a low profile… i guess it was shyness," you said, shrugging lightly.

karina laughed, a teasing smile on her lips. “you were shy. but it was mistaken as confidence because you didn’t spoke much. it made you standout, even if that wasn’t your intention.

“really?” you said , a bit surprised. “i didn’t think i came off that way.”

karina nodded. “yeah, ningning was so intimidated by you she kept pestering me to follow her wherever she goes incase she bumps into you. she just says you’re intimidating but i think she looks up to you.” karina giggled.

"and after the first week of

evaluations, where you won," karina continued, "that's when the rumors started about us being rivals.”you grinned, recalling the drama. "oh, then one day, we got paired up for choreography evaluation."

karina's eyes lit up with mischief.

"right. and remember how you were so focused, you didn't even notice when I tripped over your foot?"

you laughed, your fingers brushing against hers as you spoke. "yeah, suddenly we both were on the floor. it was such a mess."

"total mess," karina agreed, her hand lingering on yours for a moment before pulling back with a smile. "but it broke the ice. after that, we started talking more, helping each other out."

"yeah, it was like the tension melted away," you said, the warmth of the shared memory making your smile linger. "we actually became friends."

karina nodded, her gaze holding yours a bit longer than usual, the depth of her feelings subtly reflected in her eyes. "and now look at us. who would have thought?"

"yeah," you echoed, feeling the warmth of the memory and the unspoken connection between you.

"who would’ve thought."

ninging : i know what you are

winnerina : pov : lesbian romcoms

[pennylane-dreams]

In 1962, George Harrison sent a 3-page letter to a fan named Susan, thanking her for sending gifts to his family and the rest of the letter was a set of instructions on how to wash a car and dump dirty water on Paul's car. Transcription: 42 BRODIE AVE. MOSSLEY HILL LIVERPOOL 18 Dear Susan, I hope you had a good chrimbo, and have a happy nuclear too. Thank you for giving my mum flowers and chocs. [ it was you wasn't it] Thanks also for the card, in fact THANKS A HEAP SUSAN. "Your too kind". Instructions for washing car: - 1. Use plenty of soapy clean water, preferably warm. 2. When car is [though it may take a lot of water] - clean, leave to dry off for about 20 minutes. [ You can have a cup of tea now]. 3. Now ask mother to find some dusters [2 each] and with the polish, apply with No. 1 duster over an area of about 1 sq foot at a time, in a circular motion. Dont leave it too long before polishing off. This should carried out until the car is spotless, and gleaming clean. [Dont forget the wheels!] 4. Take 1 brush or vacuum cleaner, and have a bash at the carpets. They too can be made to look like new. 5. The Windows [interior] should be polished new, after which you can retire for another tea. 6. Before returning home, i suggest you look over the car again, for any parts you may have missed out, on finding, they should be cleaned accordingly. 7. Now proceed to 20 Forthlin RD. with about 6 buckets full of dirty muddy greasy water, where a shiny ford Classic will be seen. Spread contents of the buckets evenly, so as to leave a nice film of muck over the car. You can now return home knowing you have done your deed for the day. Thank you!!! Proceedings should be carried out about the 8th of January, Thanks again for the card cheerio for now dont forget Ban the Bog love from George [Harrison] xxxxxx

[mrshowlettsgarden]

Imaginary Concerts: Logan Howlett - the one when Logan comes home to an amazing sight

─➭ pairing: lumberjack!Logan Howlett x professor!fem!reader

─➭ prompt #14: They pull them close by their waist and whisper in their ear "You had no business looking that good back there."

─➭ content warning: non-mutant au, tooth-rotting fluff, abrupt ending(?)

─➭ a/n: the lyrics are from "Love Today" by MIKA and "Cosmic Love" by Florence and the Machines; this was requested from @kellyxo1 link here

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You pulled out the duster and other cleaning supplies from one of the hallway closets. It was finally your day off from a chaotic work week and cleaning was something you’ve been wanting to do. You then grab your phone and earbuds to help you wind down and let loose.

“Been cryin’ for so long! Fightin’ tears just to carry on!” your voice rang throughout your home as you swayed to the beat of the song.

 It felt so good to let go of your crazy dance moves while you wiped off the counters in the kitchen then vacuumed the whole house. And now, you’re finishing up with dusting. You were jumping, swaying your hips and head to the beat of one of your favorite songs, all while holding the swiffer duster in your hand. 

“But now! But now, it’s gonna wait!” you continued to sing out loud.

You had the music near blaring into your ears as you continued to clean and sing to your heart's content. Being lost in your own world had you forgetting that your husband comes home around this time from work. 

Logan had just pulled up and parked in the driveway of your home. He let out a sigh as he unbuckled his seatbelt then exited the car. Today wasn’t particularly a hard day but throwing an ax into trees thicker than rawhide is very tiring on the body. Especially knowing that you’ve been home without him all day was dragging him down to.

Even after smothering you with kisses before he left the house wasn’t enough. But he’s home now and he’s about to smother you in kisses again. 

He unlocked the door with another heavy sigh before freezing with an amused look on his face. There you were jumping on the couch and singing (screaming) out a bunch of lyrics while you dusted the wedding pictures on the walls. A sweet smile graced his lips as he continued to admire you and your wonderful dance moves while he took off his boots and set down his tool bag right next to them. 

You still haven’t noticed him being busy with the imaginary concert you got going on with yourself yet. He moved closer to where you are in the living room, stopping just close enough so he can continue to watch you. As he leans against the wall with his armed crossed you let out a particular high-pitched sound as you sang out loud.

“The stars! The moon! They have all been blown out!” you sang, “You left me in the dar-r-r-k!”

Logan’s eyebrow raised with an impressive look on his face as he watched you use the duster as a microphone as you sang the lyrics. You jumped off the couch still dancing to whatever beat you’re listening to as you continued your dusting endeavors over to the bookcase. He loves coming home to this part of you. Don’t get him wrong, wanting to smother you in wet kisses all over your face makes his day but seeing you like this; still with bed head hair, lounge shorts, and one of his white t-shirts, all while singing to your favorite music is heaven itself. 

You were spinning as you jumped to the song before you lout out a startled yelp seeing your hunk of a husband standing against the wall with a real smile on his face. 

“Fuck, Logan,” you giggle as you pull your ear buds out, “You can’t just scare me like that.”

A breathy laugh comes out as he continues to stare you down with admiration, “Keep dancin’ baby,” he nods to your phone in a teasing tone.

A wave of embarrassment rushed through your body and into your cheeks. He’s been watching you this whole time. How long has he been home? 

“Oh my- ugh!” you laugh with a groan, “You’ve been watching me this whole time?”

Logan laughs as he moves off the wall to walk towards you. “Well, not the whole time,” he says with a smile, "Just long enough to see you throw your hips back."

You groan in embarrassment again as he reaches towards you. “That is something I’ve never wanted you to see,” you laugh as you run your hands up his chest. 

“We’ve been married for over five years. I will always want to see you dancing like that,” he chuckles, feeling you playfully push him away to walk away with a roll of your eyes and a sweet smile, “Hey, where you goin’, huh?” he smiles as he grabs your waist and pulls you back to his chest. You giggle, feeling him nuzzle his face into your neck with feather-like kisses leading up to your ear. “You had no business lookin’ that good back there, you know" he whispers. 

“You’re a stalker for staring at me for that long,” you say sarcastically while you smile and wrap your arms around his neck. Logan hums brushing your comment away as he continues his kisses along your shoulder. Your fingers run through his hair as you take in a deep breath. “You smell,” you murmur before kissing his cheek, once, twice, then three times.

You felt Logan’s body shake from his laughter before he pulled away just far enough to look at you. His eyes rake over your bare face with a smile. “Take a shower with me then. Show me those moves,” he says.

“God you’re annoying,” you laugh with a shake of your head. 

"Come on, sweets," he smiles ashe runs his hands up and down your back, "That was quite the concert you were throwin' there."

You groan again but louder this time and walking away from his embrace. "I'm never doing that again", you bite your smile.

"No, no. Dance for me again, sweets. Come on," Logan chases after you.

[incorrectbatfam]

Tim and Jason headcanons 👀

One morning during breakfast Tim keeps excusing himself to go to the bathroom to fix his boxers because they must've stretched in the wash. Meanwhile, Jason can barely move and waddles into the kitchen like he has a rubber band around his legs. Imagine the horror when they connect the dots and realize their underwear got swapped

One day Tim's room suddenly starts to smell like tomatoes and he tears it apart trying to find the source. Turns out Jason put soup in the humidifier

Jason: *gives Tim an iced coffee*

Tim: "You put salt in it"

Jason: "No I didn't"

Tim: "I can literally see the crystals"

Jason: "What crystals?"

Tim: "Right there, all settled at the bottom"

Jason: "That's how the coffee is"

Tim still owes Jason for the time Jason stopped him from faceplanting in Alfred the cat's litter box

Contrary to how it appears, Jason's hair is thicker. It's so thick that Tim accidentally drops a glob of mayonnaise in it and Jason doesn't notice until he combs his hair hours later

They get bunk beds on a mission. Tim gets the top bunk after losing rock-paper-scissors. While he's asleep, Jason moves the ladder to the other side

Jason puts a cockroach on Tim's desk thinking he'll freak out. Tim, who's on his third day without sleep, looks Jason dead in the eye and eats it

As a kid, Jason often re-wore dirty clothes until he absolutely had to go to the laundromat meanwhile Tim washed his more frequently in small batches so he wouldn't get told off for having a huge pile. Cut to the present day where Tim's sifting through a mountain of Jason's laundry for a pair of socks and Jason is offering zero help whatsoever

They stand out in the rain to see who gets drenched first. It's usually Tim—he absorbs water like a paper towel. Jason then gets in trouble because Tim could've gotten sick ("Thanks, Bruce, not like I'm soaked to the bone too")

And when Tim gets sick, he refuses to take his meds unless someone sneaks it into his food. Finally, Jason has a use for the NyQuil Chicken TikTok

Jason drives three hours from an out-of-state safehouse to hide in Tim's closet and scare him. Little does he know, Tim is in the closet at the safehouse, waiting to pounce on Jason

Jason peels a pride sticker off a villain's car and gives it to Tim

Jason mixes all the Goldfish crackers into a dough and bakes them into a single giant Goldfish. Why? 'Cause he can, and Tim needs something to test his new food pic filters on

In March their patrols end by meeting at McDonald's for Shamrock Shakes

Tim prank calls Jason and convinces him he's lost in Metropolis. Eight hours, countless Bizarro flights, and two unfortunate geese encounters later, Jason storms into the Batcave while Tim simply grins and asks, "What'd you think of my new VPN?"

Tim and Jason find a wheelbarrow at a crime scene and keep it after the case is closed because it's a free wheelbarrow. This happens twice more and now they have enough for a family wheelbarrow race

Bruce makes them spend more time together, so Jason decides to teach Tim the Three-Card Monty. Tim just nods along because he doesn't know how say that he already learned it by watching the second Robin out-con a conman

Jason wakes Tim up one morning by chucking a feather duster at him, saying Alfred wants everything clean. So Tim gathers all the dust in his room and dumps it on Jason's bed before going back to sleep

The Ferris wheel has a clear "no food" policy but Tim doesn't listen and sneaks a chili dog anyway. Jason's in the seat below him, and it's the second time something falls in his hair without him noticing

Jason: "Red Robin, do you read me?"

Tim: "Affirmative. What do you need?"

Jason: "Pick a different gargoyle. That one's mine"

Tim: "I don't see your name on it"

Jason: "Check the underside"

Tim: "It just says Robin, so technically it's both of ours"

At one of Jason's safehouses there's a mysterious bucket in the corner of the living room. No one but Tim knows what it's for

[houseofperfecttaste]

Even

The second Rafe saw John B climbing out of Sarah's window around midnight he felt bad for you knowing you were in love with John B and here he was cheating on you with his sister. To make matters even worse you were the Camerons' housekeeper. Rafe snapped a quick picture of JB on the roof before heading inside acting like he didn't see anything.

You arrived at the Cameron house early in the morning starting to clean the kitchen not expecting to be bothered so early especially not by Rafe. "Good morning Mr. Cameron." You greeted Rafe as he walked in wearing basketball shorts, his hair messy from sleeping. As much as you hated Rafe you had to be nice to him if you wanted to keep your job. He was rarely home when you were working which made the job a lot more tolerable. "Good morning beautiful." Rafe never hid that he found you wildly attractive, so you were used to his compliments.

"Y'know I saw something you might be interested in last night." Rafe chirped leaning against the kitchen counter as he sipped his coffee. "Oh yeah? And what would that be?" You didn't turn your attention away from the chairs you were dusting until you heard his response. "I saw your little boyfriend sneaking out of my sisters' room last night." You stood up turning to look at him duster still in hand. "He wouldn't do that." You said crossing your arms thinking this was one of Rafes tactics to sleep with you.

"Well, he did. I can prove it." He fished his phone out of his pocket pulling the image up and turning his phone around to show you. The picture showed a boy climbing out of the window but it wasn't 100% clear who it was. "That could be anyone." Rafe chuckled knowing you would be in denial. "Look at the sweatshirt and bandana Y/N." You took his phone zooming in your heart sinking a bit when realizing he might be right. You sent the picture to yourself so you could have it when confronting him. You avoided Rafe for the rest of your shift, giving him one-word answers if he tried to talk to you.

You rushed to the Chateau seeing the whole gang on the porch, Sarah and John B sitting next to each making your blood boil. You slammed your car door shut stomping up to the screen door. "Hey, ba-" "Were you with Sarah last night?" You cut him off your hands on your hips and when he and Sarah looked at each other you knew Rafe was right, you knew it was John B in that picture. "Y/N I'm sorry." He apologized standing up making you back away. "It's fine, you want to start fucking a Cameron, I will too." You smiled sweetly at him and Sarah knowing it would piss both of them off. The look on John Bs face when you said it was priceless and you left the Chateau driving over to Figure Eight.

You knocked on the door waiting a few seconds before Rafe opened the door a shocked look on his face. Without a second thought, you leaned up pressing your lips to his and it only took him a second to start kissing back. He closed the door pushing you against it his hands roaming everywhere. "I was right. Wasn't I?" He always had to make a comment, didn't he? "Shut up Rafe." You groaned against his lips as he kissed down your neck. He picked you up leading you up the stairs to his bedroom throwing you on the bed.

Rafe's eyes were dark with lust and he ripped off his shirt and pants leaving him in his boxers as you took off your housekeeping uniform you never had a chance to change out of. "Look so pretty for me." He stood at the foot of the bed staring down at you licking his lips. "Look even prettier tied up for me though." He smirked heading to his closet and pulling out a pair of handcuffs. "Always need to be in control huh?" You teased but he quickly shut you up when he handcuffed your hands to his bedframe.

"Hm, where do I start?" He squeezed at your thighs kissing your breasts his fingers teasing your clit. "Fuck Rafe, please." You whined bucking your hips causing his finger to rub against your clit making you moan. Rafe started pinching and rubbing your clit watching as your muscles tensed and untensed and you were a moaning mess. "Rafe. Rafe." You moaned tugging at your restraints your legs opening more allowing him to kneel between your legs you were on full display for him. "Yeah, princess? Feel good?" He mocked slipping two fingers inside of you.

"Fuck yes, baby." You grew wetter when making eye contact with him, he was so fucking hot and his pupils were huge as he stared at you. He leaned down starting to lick and suck your pussy eating you like you were his last meal. He played with your nipples as your back arched into him and he had your legs shaking. He pulled away right as you were about to climax and his lips and chin glistened with your juices.

Your pussy clenched at the sight making him groan quietly. "Open your mouth." He instructed and you opened your mouth sticking your tongue out. He spit into your mouth making you moan at the taste of yourself. "Fuck you get me so hard. Always." He whispered into your ear making you blush, goosebumps rising to your body as he trailed his finger up your arms smiling at the handcuffs. "Fuck me, baby." You whined impatiently as he pulled his boxers down your mouth watering at the length and girth of his cock. "R-Rafe." You stuttered scared, John B was a lot smaller than him and nowhere as thick, Rafe was going to be a tight squeeze.

"It'll fit pretty, and if it doesn't I'll make it." He winked spitting on his cock before lining himself with your entrance. He pushed his tip in making you cry out in pain at the stretch, it getting worse as he pushed himself in more. "You're so big Rafe fuck." You moaned as he started thrusting into you your moans filling his room. "Such a tight little pussy. Squeezing me so good." He groaned his hand on your waist watching as your tits bounced with every thrust. "H-Harder." You choked out and he placed your legs over his shoulders folding you in half his cock reaching a brand new spot. You screamed at how deep he was making him smirk knowing no ones ever been this deep inside you.

His cock grew bigger at your vulnerable state, your hair was a mess, mascara smudged under your eyes, mouth hanging open in pleasure, screams leaving your mouth. Rafe pulled out of you flipping you onto your stomach spreading your ass and plunging into your pussy. You watched him in the mirror as he watched your ass jiggle with each thrust. You tried to keep your eyes open but the pleasure was too overwhelming causing your eyes to close enjoying the feeling of Rafes cock sliding in and out.

Your eyes snapped open when hearing your phone ring but soon drowned it out focusing on Rafes cock but Rafe answered the call when seeing who it was. "Y/N I swear to god you better not be with Rafe." Rafe chuckled putting it on speaker. "It's a little too late for that John B. She looks so pretty under me." A part of you felt bad about what was happening but soon got over it when remembering John B cheated on you with Rafe's sister. "I'll fucking kill you, Rafe." John B threatened and Rafe bit his lip laughing.

"Big talk coming from a cheater. I'm just giving her what she deserves." John B was growing more pissed off each time he heard your moans over the phone. "It was a mistake, I-" You rolled your eyes knowing he was going to start rambling so you snatched the phone from Rafe's hand. "I'm a little busy right now Routledge I'll talk to you later." You choked through moans hanging up and throwing your phone across his room shaking your ass on Rafes cock. Your actions shocked Rafe but also turned him on making him go full speed into your pussy making you cream all over his cock.

"That's it baby come for me." He helped you ride out your high before pulling out cumming all over your back. He grabbed a hand towel from his bathroom and wiped you clean handing you one of his shirts laying next to you. "That was the best sex I've ever had." You admitted panting and he smiled pushing his hair out of his face. "Yeah me too." Rafe agreed making you look up at him bewildered. "Out of all the girls you've slept with I was the best?" You propped yourself on your elbow as he mirrored you his hand on your waist.

"Yeah, you're the only girl I've slept with that I care about and like." He gave you a small smile embarrassed of his confession knowing you hate him and slept with him to piss off John B. You were about to kiss him but John B busted into the room causing Rafe to stand up protecting you. "No hard feelings right?" Rafe smiled shrugging causing JB to punch him in the face the two boys starting to fight. "John B stop!" You pulled him off of Rafe shielding him with your body. "You're protecting him?" He yelled his face red and chest heaving. "Yes! I initiated this! I'm the one who wanted to sleep with him." You crossed your arms knowing Rafe for once wasn't in the wrong.

John B scoffed looking between the two of you before leaving slamming the door shut behind him. You sighed running a hand through your hair turning to face Rafe helping him get on the bed. You grabbed his face in your hands kissing him softly his arms wrapping around you in response.

[beforetimes]

amusing myself with a post-dofp, pre-apocalypse fix-it wherein peter goes back to the x mansion much earlier and gets to help in fixing it up. because, like, as lowkey traumatizing as erik's speech probably was for peter in the moment, i can't imagine he'd want to squander the opportunity to take a look back at these ppeople who had brought him into the fold of this new world they'd introduced him to before anyone else knew about it. i think it's plausible that he didn't go back to the school after that speech because, maybe he wanted to lay low so his little sister and mother wouldn't get dragged into whatever mess he'd been complicit in unleashing on the world. but i don't buy that he wouldn't go back earlier, either, especially with all the time in the world to think [agonize] over these strange people who were like him when he didn't know any mutants before, either.

so! let's say peter goes back to the mansion following erik's news broadcast to keep distance from his family to keep them safe. what next?

well when he gets there, it's obviously a dump compared to what it used to be. charles hasn't bothered to fix it up when he was on a ten year bender and hank was busy keeping charles from self-destructing and logan was there for a day at most

peter, however, is armed with superspeed and is an overzealous teenager who was challenged ("how fast do you really think you can clean all this? what, half a day?" "half a day for one room? you're kidding, man—") and now he has his pride on the line so obviously he commits to clearing out dust to prove he's the best duster to ever step foot in this stupid mansion

and he's maybe, like, halfway through the first room before he's realized what he's been roped into but also he doesn't really care because he's so bored and by now he'd probably have ramsacked a grocery store near home for more food he doesn't need but his heart squeezes a little at thinking like that—thinking about using his powers so openly after seeing this guy threaten to kill the president and now everyone knows about mutants and their only examples are 'terrorist' and 'not terrorist' and he really doesn't want to think about his sweet little sister still small enough to sit in his lap watching him step outside to break the law like that man did and phew why does being associated with this guy he broke out of prison make his chest hurt so much? whatever he'll just ignore that and keep cleaning because if he's cleaning he's not putting his family in danger and who knows maybe other kids will find their way here

and then he imagines little gap-toothed mutants about five or six years old running down the empty halls of this forboding sad mansion and the dark hallways make him feel a little more sick so he runs through and opens every curtain in about two seconds and feels less like throwing up and wow he doesn't think he's ever felt this lopsided in his life

and so peter works through about two floors by the end of the day and crashes in a bed to sleep for five hours before immediately raiding the fridge for about three thousand calories worth of food and makes his way through most of charles' newly restocked perishibles before the man even makes his way into the kitchen looking for some coffee or whatever

and peter isn't really mad but he is feeling a little off-centre about the fact that this was the guy who brought him to the pentagon to break a terrorist out of jail and even though it was really cool and he had so much fun doing it and it was the first time in a while he wasn't bored for an entire day he still feels a bit cheated because he didn't know he was breaking out a terrorist but charles definitely did and he was mad but he kind of didn't care and he left peter with a car to drop off and nothing else even though he dragged peter into this mess and was now pretending nothing happened

so peter leaves the room before charles can blink and spends the next week dodging him and hank is stressed and charles is stressed and the woman from the cia who visits, like, once, can feel it too because peter can tell she's stressed by the look on her face he snags a glance at when he's rooting through her wallet in superspeed and everyone is tense and stressed and peter is kind of regretting this because he could just hide in his basement until he's absolutely sure no one from the pentagon remembers his face and the fbi won't break down his mother's door to take him away from his family

and one night he's really not feeling it so he calls his mom and he doesn't really look at the date but he guesses it's important because the moment the phone picks up and he says "hello?" his mother is just spilling out so many things to him like one secret after the other and peter can usually notice everything because he's always got time to look at the details but everything feels syrupy and goes in one ear and out the other until the next morning when he sits down at the table and is in the same room as charles for the first time in weeks and all he can think is my mom knew someone who could do that

so now he's got this whole mess to think about so he doesn't have any time or energy left to be mad-not-mad at charles and hank which is crazy because he has so much energy all the time and he guesses that the pair of adults are taking their blessings without questioning them because they continue on as normal and peter only gets one day of things being sort of not entirely awful while the news settles in before he opens the door at eleven in the evening and finds magneto from the news on their porch with blood all over his side

and peter kind of blanks out or he stares too long or something because magneto says something and then all of a sudden peter's rushed the two of them down to hank's lab where hank pretends he wasn't listening to black sabbath because he's distinguished or whatever and there's a lot of yelling and panicking and peter stays at the side while charles joins them a few minutes later to talk calmly while everyone yells and eventually no one is yelling and magneto is fixed up and charles is staring and hank is glaring and peter opens his big dumb mouth and trips into the worst situation of his life entirely by accident

which is where he invited magneto to stay until he's feeling better

and everyone looks at him and even he's not sure why he said it because he doesn't know how he feels about magneto because he's been dreaming about having a father for years and years and he always imagined him as a boring old man who wasn't particularly anything special at all and the type of person who would float from city to city just working as a placeholder for a lot of other women instead of specifically screwing over peter's mom

and he didn't think his father would be a terrorist and he doesn't know if he wants to imagine magneto and father in the same sentence but all he's really thinking about is that new animated robin hood thing he saw with his sister and how that marian wondered if robin remembered her and robin wondered if marian remembered him and they were both thinking about each other without knowing it and peter doesn't know if his—magneto—remembered his mother but he can't stop himself from offering anyway

so now after a lot of silent conversation between charles and hank where peter is left out of the loop because his brain makes charles nauseus, magneto is given a room to stay in under the condition he doesn't try to, fucking, blow up the school or whatever the hell he wants to do to make everyone think mutants are evil. peter paraphrases the rules to sound like that in his head because charles is much more formal aloud

and if he thought the stress and regret and everything else that made him want to throw up was bad before, then phew he had no idea what was lying in store with him when it came to magneto because that guy is a perpetual storm cloud over a bright and sunny day no matter what happens, somehow

and peter knows he probably has a tragic backstory because he heard as much from charles late one night when they both couldn't sleep and peter couldn't help but ask what magneto was like when he was younger and charles looked so sad peter almost regretted asking but didn't because curiosity was going to eat him alive before he got a chance to blink

so peter doesn't know all of it but he knows it was bad and magneto is allowed to be upset but also it isn't cool he tried to murder the president and that's the one part that keeps screaming in his head every time he reconciles with the fact that he invited this guy to stay at someone else's mansion when the only reason peter was here was to keep his family and by proxy himself safe from this type of stuff

so he's proven to himself he's the dumbest person alive about three times over and he's still helping with renovations in that stupid mansion and he's wiped at the kitchen table when someone slides a glass of orange juice to him at ten in evening and he looks up and hey it's magneto he knows that guy

and that guy is like, terrifying as fuck so peter kind of chokes on his thanks which makes magneto's eyes look stormy and kind of sad and wow he didn't know that was a thing that could happen he sort of throught terrorists were above feelings especially after attempting to kill presidents

so peter kind of says sorry and magneto says sorry and no one says anything until magneto says its very impressive how much he's been doing to help out around here and peter is like wow really you think so because he still loves praise and people seeing how cool he is and it bugged him the tiniest bit that magneto walked by without saying anything when he broke him out of the pentagon btut he's glad that dusting and sweeping and mopping has impressed this guy so much

and magneto says something about how he's greater than he knows and that his gift is something that no one else possesses or something like that all peter knows is it's verging into territory he doesn't like and he keeps thinking about how much magneto hates humans and he keeps thinking about how his kid sister and mom are humans and he wonders if his dad hated his mom and thats why he left and he zooms upstairs to grab his walkman and put on his headphones before coming back downstairs while magneto's mid sentence to make him go away because peter was here first

magneto kind of blinks and goes blank and peter sort of welcomes it because magneto is frightening when he gets so into this whole mutant supremacy thing he has going on and peter is regretting asking him to come by at all before the guy stiltedly asks what he's listening to, which, like, what?

and peter finds out that magneto has never listened to like, a single band that wasn't playing on a radio he accidentally happened to be in the vicinity of and peter blinks and all of a sudden he's bugging a terrorist who hates humans to listen to his vinyls because he's somehow convinced himself in a moment of hysteria or delusion or psychosis that if he woos magneto with human music he'll decide that he doesn't want every human dead, just the bad ones and peter won't have to try and kill him or something and wow that's a lot to think about because peter doesn't think he'd ever murder someone but his dad murdered a lot of people or tried to and if they're blood related there must be some of that in him or something but thinking about that makes his chest twisty and he's only like eighteen or nineteen so he throws that worry aside but doesn't do too great of a job at it

because he's sitting in his room and they're both listening to queen and peter's mind can't stop going in circles and circles and circles and his mouth is open and he's asking magneto hey do you think you'd kill a human even if you loved them once before he can stop himself and magneto's staring at him and peter's staring at the ceiling and his chest is this tight ball of frizzy hairs of anxiety or something gross that feels like a million pounds

and magneto very slowly says why do you ask before he continues like he's peter and he can't bear to be interrupted and says something or other about how no humans are trustworthy and peter can't shut his dumb mouth so he asks more directly if he's loved a human before

and now magneto's staring and not saying anything and peter's kind of hoping and kind of not hoping that this guy who he's spent the past few weeks bonding with over late nights and vinyls and breakfast-for-dinners will either put the pieces together or say no and prove peter right and peter will make sure he never knows that peter's kid sister and his mother even exist

but magneto surprises him and says he's loved someone once and it would be a lie for him to say he hasn't loved humans when they didn't know what he was and when people found out what he was there was always a problem and that's why humans are a problem

and peter wonders if finding out that someone was pretending to be something theyre not would make magneto as upset as it did humans because he thinks he's going to go insane if he keeps pretending he's not magneto's kid and he's still kind of hoping for magneto to be more outwardly evil about hating his mom and kid sister so peter can just mentally disown him and get this weight off his shoulders

and he keeps waiting and waiting and waiting and magneto doesn't say more and peter doesn't say more but now this thing is sitting in between the two of them and peter's given away more of the game than he wanted on the last day before magneto's supposed to leave because of his fully healed wounds—which he had many of

except when he goes back to down to breakfast the next day he finds a glass of orange juice and a cup of coffee and magneto is sitting at the table reading the newspaper that charles somehow gets delivered here and when peter finishes his glass and has four more magneto tells peter to call him erik

so now it's peter charles hank and erik living here and peter waits and waits and erik doesn't leave and they don't talk but he doesn't leave and peter is still waiting for erik to leave when charles wheels in a few days later and says they're going to go look for students and when erik just hums and says he'll come with peter stares and charles stares and hank stares and no one says anything

and then the days pass and they get a longer and longer list of students and peter's run out of places to clean and erik is still here and they don't talk about it but they listen to vinyls and erik is still here

erik is still here and peter is still here and nothing is really fixed but nothing is broken either and peter is content to sit in this space of being and not being until he's sure that there's more erik in magneto than there is magneto

and erik is still here. and peter is glad. secretly

[jujuscrolled]

disney!jjk men x gn!reader (as always if i slip up pls lmk<3) Ft. toji, choso, sukuna and kento !!

a/n: just something that spawned because I was thinking abt Choso as tarzan … yum

Toji as Robert Philip

“What the fuck? Did you just summon that bird?”

“No, silly - summoning is for witches! I called the bird so it can deliver your flowers.” You chirped, grinning far too happily at him for his liking as you watched the bird fly away with the bouquet of flowers you’d “bought”.

(The guy selling them had given you a 100% discount because he’d overheard Toji refused to buy them and told you that you “deserved better”)

“How’re they supposed to know where she lives, idiot?” Toji scoffed but before you could reply his phone buzzed with a text message

From: Name

- Toji!! Thank you for the flowers they’re gorgeous! See you at dinner tonight ;)

He stared at his phone incredulously. There was no way any of this was real. He had to be in some weird fucked up dream.

From the second you had came into his life two days ago, you’d been pulling weird stunts. First there was the whole finding you situation. You had jumped, or rather spawned, right in front of his car. If he hadn’t been arguing with Megumi you would have been… Well, not here anymore, to put it nicely.

“What the hell!” He had yelled as he slammed on his breaks. You only looked at him in confusion, eyes moving down to his bumper that had pressed up against your leg.

When he got out of the car you had given him some crazy story about a faraway place with castles and princes and honestly Toji had just thought you were on drugs or something.

It had been Megumi that convinced him not to just leave you in the middle of the road, insisting that if your were in trouble the hospital would be a good place to go.

So, they did, and once the check up had been completed with all the drug tests coming back negative, Megumi insisted that they pay for your hotel - they had almost run you over… But Toji wasn’t about to spend money on a stranger so he offered to let you sleep in their living room. The doors had been locked tight that night, much to Megumi’s vexation. (He always had to use the bathroom in the middle of the night so it had been really inconvenient for him.)

Then when they’d woken up they’d found you using wild animals to help you clean his home….

“Oh, hey dad.” Megumi had said when he left his room that morning. He’d muttered a muffled greeting back to his son, eyes still half closed as he made his way to the kitchen only to be met with a herd of squirrels wiping down the kitchen table.

His head had snapped towards Megumi, wanting to get him out of the house in case the squirrels decided to attack only to find Megumi chilling in front of the television, a few birds and other wild creatures cleaning around him.

“Megumi… Don’t move…” He said, reaching for a spatula so he could swat the animals away. Before he could reach it his hand was smacked away by one of the squirrels before it threw the spatula into the sink before grabbing and handing him a clean one instead. Toji could only gape at the squirrel.

“Oh! You’re awake, how lovely! I really wanted to thank you for saving me last night with your metal horse so I gathered a few friends to help with the cleaning!” You grinned at him from the other side of the kitchen, feather duster in hand as birds flew past your head so they could use their feathers to dust the high spots you couldn’t reach.

Then there was this current situation now, with a flower delivery birds and your very public, very humiliating flash mob that you’d just triggered all because he had mentioned that he’d never felt the need to buy his girlfriend flowers - he had thought she didn’t like them because she had told him she didn’t. Not to mention he’d never even heard of the song you’d sang with the rest of the random people at this park but everyone else was quite on board with singing along. It was surreal watching you sing and dance along so freely with random people. The drug tests had to be wrong. There was no other explanation for what was happening to him.

You were a mystery and it truly had Toji befuddled - he’d never met anyone like you and honestly? Given the fact that Megumi had a Disney obsession a few months ago - your crazy story from when you’d first met kind of started making sense… But that couldn’t be right? There was no way you were royalty, you were far too… quirky… for that.

Looking up at you he saw that you were already skipping your way down the path, humming another presumably made up song as you went. The throbbing pain of a headache grew; he was sure he’d suffer an aneurysm soon.

“Hey, wait up! You don’t even know where you’re going.”

Choso as Tarzan

You rested your hand on the palm of your hand, elbow resting of the ledge of the window of the car you were riding in.

The scenery flew past you, only adding to your disillusionment - you were supposed to be on this roadtrip so you could explore the scenery and yet you hadn’t stopped at any major sightseeing spots.

“You look like you aren’t enjoying this.” Sukuna grumbled, patience already thin from when you’d asked him to stop at a gas station for a restroom break.

“Hard to enjoy when you refuse to stop anywhere.”

“I just stopped at that gas station did I not? Did you see all the coffee options they had? They even had a make your own breakfast sandwich - not my fault you didn’t want one.”

You deadpanned. It was strange to you how such a large, tattooed, grumpy man could also be so amazed at such things.

“Yes. I saw. That’s not what I meant by sightseeing, though - I meant the forests. We’ve passed four already.”

“Forest? Really?” He scoffed, clicking on his blinker and parking in the parking lot of a large park.

“Fine, go play. If you get caught by a rabid animal i’m not helping you.”

“Sukuna. This is a park.”

He turned to look over at the greenery before sighing. “There’s a forest behind this park.“ He explained, rubbing his temples in what you could only assume was annoyance - his usual reaction to anything you did.

“Are you luring me in so you can get rid of me or something?” You wouldn’t put it past him - though, you supposed you knew that he did actually care about you somewhat given that’d he’d been the only one to offer to accompany you on your grand adventure of Tokyo forests.

He’d said something about how your best friend, Suguru, was too much of a princess to be of any help during dangerous situations. Something you honestly couldn’t help but agree with - he would never step foot inside any forest that didn’t have a clear trail (unless you’d dared him - but you’d rather enjoy your adventure than worry about him getting hurt or anything.)

So that’s how you’d wound up with Sukuna as your driver and a long list of hidden forests that promised to show you wondrous sights.

The forest Sukuna had suggested was not one on your list, so you couldn’t help but wonder how the man knew about it.

“Please. You’d be no fun to hunt, brat.” You gaped at him - you supposed you never did look through his prior criminal record before allowing him to be your own personal chauffeur (and bodyguard) for the day.

“I’m jokin’, jeez. Can’t have fun around you.” He scoffed, turning off his car and opening his door.

“I was just gonna send you in alone but come on - it’s actually a nice forests full of all that weird shit you’re lookin’ for.” He said before getting out of the car and waiting for you at the park entrance that he’d parked by.

You sighed and joined him. People knew you were with him so if anything did happen - he wouldn’t get away with it.

So the two of you found yourselves strolling through a desolate forest, vines and dead branches pulling at your clothes and hair.

“How’d you even find this place?” You asked as you pulled off yet another stray vine that’d somehow wrapped itself around your arm.

Despite the overgrown greenery - the forest was actually decently lit, allowing the two of you to walk your way through easy enough.

“I didn’t join you just because Suguru would’ve been a shit bodyguard, you know?” He muttered, easily swerving through the forest.

You would’ve poked fun at him but you supposed you couldn’t be too surprised that he enjoyed being in nature - his house was full of cute potted plants and a little garden in his backyard filled with flowers you’d never even heard of.

“Well, thank you.” You murmured, glancing around at the scenery. It really was quite beautiful, and the path you’d taken was starting to clear up a bit.

“Careful around here there’s a le-“ Before Sukuna could finish his sentence you felt your foot lose balance as the floor you’d been stepping on had began to crumble under you causing you to trip and roll down a small cliff-like ridge. You had felt Sukuna grab for you but your body had tumbled down far too fast for him to reach you.

You landed at the bottom of the ridge with a loud oof, your breath leaving your lungs as you laid there.

“Nice.” You breathed out once you’d finally caught your breath. Despite the terrible ache in your body, you sat up, looking up from where you had fallen only to not even be able to see Sukuna anymore.

“Sukuna?!” You called, hoping your voice would carry through the forest.

“Y/n! Oh thank fuck I thought you died! There’s a roundabout nearby - stay where you are, brat!” He called down, though you were still unable to see him.

You huffed, dusting your hand off so you could rub the dirt off your face as you looked around.

You’d fallen into quite a large opening, leaves and shrubbery clearing a small path that led to what you had assumed was a running stream of water if the noice was anything to go by.

You couldn’t help the groan of pain as you stood up fully, hoping you weren’t going any further damage to your body by standing but you had to clean yourself off. Falling off a damn cliff was embarrassing enough - Sukuna finding you all dirty and scratched up would truly be the cherry on top.

Crouching down, you cupped the water into your hands before closing your eyes and washing your face. The water felt nice on all the scratches, cooling off the stinging quite a bit.

When you opened your eyes you couldn’t help the loud scream that left your lips as a man stared back at you from the other side of the small stream.

He tilted his head at you before jumping in the water and making his way toward you only serving in terrifying you further as you tried to get away.

With your legs not cooperating, you were only able to drag yourself backwards, palms of your hands scratching against the rough dirt and rocks under you.

The strange man caught up to you far too quickly, hands reaching for your wrists as you let out another scream.

Then, he pulled your hands up to his face, inspecting the wounds before frowning deeply.

“W-What’re you doing?!” You squealed as he picked you up and sat you by the streams edge.

“Blood.” Was all he muttered, before grabbing your wrists again and pulling you your hands back into the water.

You felt your lips part in shock as you stared at him.

Having been too scared and shocked by him earlier, you hadn’t fully looked at the man. He had fairly long black hair that had been left loose, a mark across the bridge of his nose and a pair of the prettiest brown eyes you’d ever seen. As your eyes traveled farther down you realized that he hadn’t even been wearing a shirt, only a piece of fabric covering him up. Though with his strong thighs on display you’d hardly call it covering up.

You cleared your throat, looking away as a hot blush spread across your face.

“Still hurt?” He asked, causing you to look back at him before glancing down at your hands that he still held in his large palms.

“Uh- er, n-no, they’re fine. Thank you.” You replied, blinking at him as he observed you far too closely. His eyes squinted, face leaning closer to yours as he scanned your face that only warmed further at the proximity.

“Your face… Does it.. hurt?” He asked, grabbing your cheeks and squishing them gently while maneuvering your face to really look at it causing you to gasp quietly as your scratches begun to sting slightly under the pressure of his fingers.

“Oh! N-no, it’s fine really!!” With the way he had treated the scratches on your palm - you really weren’t looking for a free waterboarding trial.

He only furrowed his brows at you before releasing your face. “I think you lie.” He muttered. You only grinned sheepishly at him, scratching the back of your neck awkwardly.

“Thank you for… Uh, for helping me.” You said, glancing up at him from your lashes as he continued to stare at you curiously.

“Choso.” Was all he said causing you to arch a brow at him. Observing your confusion he paused and tilted his head - “My name. Choso.” He nodded to himself before pointing at you.

“Oh! Oh, my name is Y/n…”

“IsY/n.” He repeated causing you to hold back a laugh, “no, no, just Y/n. My name-“ you pointed at yourself, “Y/n.” You finished watching as his gaze followed your finger.

“Y/n.” He confirmed, getting close to your face again before reaching over to grab a strand of your hair, moving it away from your face only for it to fall back in place causing him to frown.

You smiled at him, body relaxing now that you realized he wasn’t a danger to you.

“Do you live here, Choso?” You asked quietly. He nodded, backing away from you before his eyes widened and his head turned towards where you’d come from.

“Y/n!” Sukuna called, “damnit! I told you to stay where you were!” He yelled causing you to tear your eyes away from Choso who had held a hand back towards you as if telling you not to move. You reached for his hand, curling your fingers around his calloused fingers causing him to turn back to you.

“It’s okay - he’s my friend.” You nodded. He still looked frightened though and stood up, grabbing your hand so he could pull you up with him.

“Be careful.” He said, squeezing your hand gently before darting back to where he had first approached you.

As you stared at the place where he’d disappeared to, you felt a hand grab your arm causing you to jump.

“Idiot, are you okay? What the hell are you looking at.” Sukuna grumbled, brows furrowed as he looked at you. With a final look back, you cleared your throat. “Sorry. I got dirty from the fall…” You replied, turning back to Sukuna who only rolled his eyes.

“Let’s go. I’m never taking you exploring again.” He huffed, leading you back towards the makeshift trail he’d come from.

You’d have to come back to this forest soon.

Sukuna as The Best

The fresh snow crunched beneath your feet as you took your daily walk with Sukuna leading as he usually did. Well, usually was a fairly new term seeing as you’d only recently started walking together. Or doing anything together for that matter.

Just a month ago you’d detested the man before you. The Beast. Though it really hadn’t been your intention to befriend the Beast, it was surprisingly easy to do so. He had changed from when you’d first met him.

He used to be mean; forcing you to have dinners with him (though really, you guessed he did let you out of that commitment fairly quickly when he realized you wouldn’t eat if he was around) and practically imprisoning you to your room during most of the day, speaking to you so loud and unforgiving like you’d personally offended him with your presence despite him having been the one to demand it.

Sure; you were there because you had taken your brother’s place but you’d do it again if it had meant your brother, whom you loved so dearly, wouldn’t have to go through what you went through. Though, would they have gotten along better than you and Sukuna did? You had been quite the martyr when you’d first gotten to the castle so you supposed of you had tried a kinder approach - like your brother would have - maybe this… Development that had happened would’ve come much sooner.

To be honest, you didn’t even realize when it had started happening. When your loathing had slowly turning into… Whatever this was.

Maybe it had been the entire library of books he had gifted you. A large variety in all languages that he’d even offered to translate for you.

“You know French?” You had asked as you ran a fiver over the spines of books you’d never heard of.

“I know a lot of things.” He muttered, eyes watching the way you gazed so lovingly at the books he’d collected over the years. Most of them spent in this figure he detested so. A curse he’d had bestowed upon him.

Though the more he had thought about it, especially as you came into his life, had it even really been a been a curse? Or had the witch just held a mirror up for him to look at?

“I could… Teach you… If you want. If I have time, I mean.” He could’ve face palmed - of course he had time. Too much of it. And the time he used actually doing things all involved you.

Instead of poking fun like he’d expected, your eyes had widened, lips parted in shock as you looked up at him.

“Really? You’d do that?” You’d asked, causing his heart to ache so beautifully. He cleared his throat, looking away from you - if you looked at him like that, he was sure he’d lay down his life for you if you asked.

Maybe it had been when you’d had your first dinner together - two weeks prior to the library gift, you’d heard a knock at your door.

“It’s open!” You’d called, eyes glancing back from where you’d stood on the balcony.

Uraume had entered, a small smile on their lips as they handed you a small note. “From the King. A formal request to dinner.” They’d said as you reached for the paper.

You had yet to have dinner or any meal with the Beast, still unsure of his intentions and unable to relax around his short temper. You feared that you’d say one wrong world and he’d blow a fuse. But recently he’d started actually having conversations with you. Ones about specific food preferences or activities you enjoyed so he could tell Uraume to incorporate them into the castle - “because you’ll be here for the rest of your life.” He had grumbled one day when you had shared your curiosity over the sudden interest in your preferences.

That night he had your favorite dish prepared, table set up beautifully as Uraume served the both of you your plates. Though it had been a dinner that lacked conversation, and he had started with slurping soup off his plate - he quickly adapted to your own proper way of eating once he realized that you were watching.

And, for some reason, it warmed your heart that he’d try to change his habits just to make you feel at ease. So you, despite the discomfort of being so improper, also slurped your soup a bit for him.

Or maybe it had happened two days ago on your newly incorporated daily walk where you had been feeding the birds. Sukuna walked ahead of you, hands full of birdseed as he grumbled about the birds never landing on him.

“Well, if you keep grumbling under your breath like that you’ll only scare them off.” You giggled, placing a hand on his shoulder to keep him from walking further. He looked down at you, eyes narrowing as you motioned for him to sit, but he listened despite his initial reluctance.

You placed some fresh birdseed in his palms before sitting down beside him, your own hands full of birdseed.

“Now, you just wait patiently and they’ll come.” You murmured, eyes glancing around to look for birds.

Sukuna followed your gaze. His patience, despite usually being spreading dangerously thin - always needing things done quickly and efficiently, as he glanced at you out of the corner of his eye; he figured maybe a lifetime beside you wouldn’t feel so long.

Sure enough, the birds slowly started to appear, most going towards you but once your birdseed had run out they flocked him too - covering him completely as they ate the food from his palms, an adorable grin adorning his face.

You giggled beside him, finding the sight of such a large man sitting so patiently as the birds had their fill.

Still, as you looked up at Sukuna who was gazing curiously at the fresh snow around him, you realized that maybe staying in this castle wouldn’t be so bad. Not if he continued to show you who he was, who he had been long before this curse befell him.

Kento as Flynn Ryder.

Kento’s eyes opened slowly, then all at once as he remembered the last interaction he’d had.

Sure enough, you stood before him, the same stupid frying pan in your hand raised up as if you were prepared to hit him again.

He tried to move his hands to stop you or even just to raise them in surrender but they were tied behind his back with something far too strong for him to break out of. Which was strange considering that his life as a vigilante had prepared him for things like this.

Looking down at the rope he quickly realized it wasn’t even rope.

“Is this… Hair?” He asked, genuinely confused and kind of grossed out. Surely it couldn’t be? He thought as he followed the trail of thick tresses that led directly to you. His brows furrowed, moving within his confines once more only for you to scoff.

“There’s no point in struggling. You won’t be able to get out.” You explained, bracing your weapon tighter as you looked at him.

Kento could only deadpan. This had to be karma for all his past deeds. If he got out of this, and he was sure he would, he would give up his life of crime. (Maybe…)

“Okay… Well, what’s it gonna take for me to be released then?” He asked, arching a brow at you as you scowled at him.

“That depends. Why are you here? Is it my hair that you’re after? Because you won’t get it! I won’t let you.” You hissed, eyes narrowing. Kento’s confusion only grew, only now it was accompanied by annoyance.

“No offense- your hair is lovely and all, but the only thing I want from is it to get out of it… Literally.” He huffed, wiggling once more but it was truly no use - what the hell did you eat to get it so thick and long. It had to be at least 40 feet or something…

“It’s seventy feet actually and… You… don’t want my hair?” You asked, causing him to look back up at you - he hadn’t even realized he had said that aloud but now that he looked at your hair; seeing the way it coiled around furniture and in the ceiling beams he supposed it did have to be more around 70 feet.

“Why would I want your hair?” He sighed, looking back at you as you lowered your frying pan.

“Well… Actually, never mind that, why are you here then if not for my hair?” You questioned.

Kento only shrugged, “I was being chased by a palace horse. Well, he’s more like my number one enemy honestly… Who would’ve thought horses could be so unforgiving? Anyway, I just happened to stumble across this tower - it was easy to climb and that’s why I did so.” He explained, eyes glancing around for the satchel that contained his current prized possession.

“If you’re looking for your purse, I hid it. And without me you’ll never find it.” You muttered causing him to look back up at you before sighing. He’d already caught sight of it before you’d spoken.

“If I find it without your help will you release me?” He asked, hoping to swindle you out of this too.

You rolled your eyes, “I’m not stupid. I know you’re only asking that because you think you found it.”

He shrugged, “maybe, maybe not - you gonna make the deal or not? I really don’t have time for your games.”

“The only deal I’ll be agreeing to is this; you take me to see the lights in the sky and I’ll return your purse.”

“It’s a satchel.”

“Okay, your satchel-purse.” He groaned, leaning his head back.

“What lights?” He asked. Your eyes lit up as you ran to a lever by one of your windows, when you pulled on it the windows closed and the ceiling opened slightly illuminating a large painting on your wall.

Lanterns had lit up the night sky you’d drawn, floating down and past the castle the two of you currently resided within. In the balcony of that tower - you had been drawn onto, staring up at the night sky adorned with floating lanterns. If the situation he was in hadn’t been so ridiculous he would’ve praised your art work.

“Oh, you mean the lanterns?” He asked, watching as your eyes lit up as his words. You quickly made your way over to him, hands placed firmly on his shoulders as you tilted his chair back so he would look at you.

“They’re called lanterns? I knew they weren’t stars! Wow, that’s so amazing! Will you take me to them? I promise that once I see them your pu- your satchel will be returned to you!” You squealed causing him to flinch slightly.

“Uhm… You sure you want to cut a deal with me? You don’t even know me. It’ll be a three days trip minimum.” He said, eyeing you closely. You only shrugged, “I trust you.”

“Horrible decision, really. I mean, we just met. I don’t even know your name?”

“I’m Y/n, you’re Nanami - there! Now we know each other. Do we have a deal?”

“How do you know my name?” He asked suspiciously. You rolled your eyes, “you had a wanted poster in your satchel - a bit conceited don’t you think?”

“And you’re a bit dumb for trusting a criminal don’t you think?”

You only shrugged, “like I said, I have the upper hand here. Your choice to agree or not. Though I really recommend agreeing.”

For some reason, as Kento watched your eyes brighten and your lips curl into an adorably excitable smile, he couldn’t help but consider cutting a deal with you.

He was going back towards that way anyway… And if he sold the crown he’d stolen; his dream of living a calm life would be fulfilled as well…

“Fine. It’s a deal.” He agreed, letting out a yell as you squealed and released your grasp on him causing him to fall backwards.

“Oops!”

[porcelainseashore]

The Other Son - WoD HalloZine "Haunting"

Commissioned art by @medeaft

Author's Note: It’s been such a joy to take part in @vampemoqueen’s WoD HalloZine—my very first zine! Thank you so much for this experience and putting it all together. Here’s a short story of Kai, my beloved Ventrue, and the shadows of the past that haunt them.

Content Warnings: Brief references to drugs, self harm, maybe suicide (if you squint?), nihilism, and murder of a child.

“Jesus!” they cursed as their feet plunged into the silty drainage and mud squelched underfoot.

It had only been a little over half an hour since Kai entered this godforsaken place, burrowing their way underground like vermin. Beyond the manhole covers overhead, cars zoomed by and train tracks rumbled. They were still close to the surface, close enough to hear the city breathe.

However, down here, filth and grime carved out names for themselves on the grooved walls. At first, they gagged at the stench, finding it unbearable, but as their senses adjusted, one smell blended into another, like a sickness they could no longer distinguish. 

Under normal circumstances, they would never be caught dead wandering around the sewers downtown. But since when were things normal? Like all fledglings turned neonates, they had been obeying tall and elusive orders every night since their Embrace. Except, they weren’t like the others—they were groomed to succeed and never to fail.

There was another splash as the ground sucked them in, causing them to sink knee-deep.

“For Christ’s sake!” they yelled again in frustration.

All at once, they heard the scolding voice of Liezel, their mother, resounding in their head just like it was yesterday, “Kai! How many times must I tell you? Don’t take the Lord’s name in vain!” 

They mouthed the words as it came. Liezel’s arms were akimbo, her brows furrowed as spittle flew across the room. She had rapped their knuckles harshly with the wooden handle of a feather duster for good measure.

Kai could feel the sting of pain upon their hand, as clear as day, but sharper still was the humiliation, the hurt pride. Their younger stepbrother, Alfie, had giggled to himself in the corner. They clenched their fists. People said they took after their mother’s temper, and more often than not, they found themself agreeing.

At this point, their tailored pants and leather shoes were soaked through and ruined. Even dry cleaning wouldn’t be able to salvage them in their miserable state. Grimacing, they brushed beads of waste water off their waistcoat—it was Sisyphean, almost—as new drops replaced old, blooming in piss-drunk patches across silk weaves. 

Why had their sire, Elena, sent them here again? Oh yes, “The sewer rats,” she said. “They’re hiding something from us. Find out what it is.”

They flipped their damp bangs away from their face in annoyance. Nearly two decades as a Kindred and they were still an errand runner���to Elena, to Lady Josephine, and in turn, to Baron Judge, the overarching Camarilla… Stringing them along with faint promises of power, like seductive wisps of smoke unfurling from their tongues, slithering into their ear and making a home in the hollow cavity of their skull.

Well, there were no sewer rats here. Through the dimmed shadows of light, all they could hear was the sound of sewage flushing through the system, pipes hissing and shaking, and molded moisture leaking from the arched ceilings. As they took a right, a group of vagrants huddling over a naked fire in an oil drum eyed them suspiciously. One crawled out from his tattered cardboard bed and shambled over to them.

“You got any er—”

Fentanyl. Meth. Heroin. He probably thought he could score some. The mole people—the homeless, the addicts, the outcast. They lived underground, in the flood tunnels, because there was nowhere else to go. Sometimes the water would reach so high that a bunch of them would drown. Not being quick enough made them easy pickings for the Nosferatu, but still bad blood all around.

Kai scrunched their face in disgust before relaxing their expression. Maybe they would have some use for this pitiful thing in front of them. With a practiced smile, they simpered, “I do… but first, tell me, how well do you know this place?”

The man coughed and shivered, grinning with swollen gums and putrid teeth. “Like the back of my hand.”

A guide. The gatekeeper of the sewer entrance had talked at length about its subterranean depths. Perhaps this man would know more. Raising an eyebrow, Kai focused their gaze, making sure their eyes met. A thin ring around their irises glowed—subtle, enticing, yet demanding. “Take me to its belly.”

He blinked slowly, once, twice, and then nodded. “This way,” he beckoned, turning around and trudging off through the labyrinth like a good soldier.

And so, Kai carried on, past winding corridors and forgotten lairs, crushing soiled glass and used needles beneath their heels. At the sides, strange altars decorated with melted wax candles and rotting pomegranates honored secret gods. The tunnels got darker and colder, so much so that they had to rely on their phone light to brighten up the path, but the guide didn’t seem bothered. In fact, he became livelier the deeper they went, as if he were drawing energy from some unknown source.

“Albert and Persephone would have a field day with this,” Kai grumbled under their breath, mocking the two absent members of their coterie behind their backs. Sarcasm dripped from their lips, cloying and condescending. 

They recognized that same unease they felt whenever Albert conducted one of his ceremonies, or the time they witnessed Persephone casting eerily-shaped shadows from her bare hands. The taint of Oblivion clutched at their unbeating heart and made their skin crawl.

Distant screams and moans from an alley interrupted their thoughts and a gnarly hand tugged at their arm. “Not there,” the guide warned before taking off again along another passageway.

The metallic stairs they descended afterward screeched on its hinges, clanking against the wall. Kai wondered how far down they went. It felt like they had been walking for miles. At some point, their phone light flickered and went out, and they stood in total darkness on the suspended staircase swaying in the chilled air.

It was so silent you could hear a pin drop, which was weird, precisely because they heard nothing. No creaking, no footsteps, not even the sound of one’s breathing.

Where had their guide disappeared to? Was this some kind of twisted prank they had fallen for? But it couldn’t be, that mortal should’ve succumbed easily; they saw him submit, enslaved by their will, he couldn’t—

“Kai! Help me, please!” a shrill cry pierced their left ear, shocking them to the core as they stumbled blindly forward, tumbling down the flight of stairs.

When they finally hit the rock-hard ground, something wet and sticky trickled down the side of their face as a dull, throbbing ache blossomed from the crown of their head. “Shit,” they muttered, tasting tangy iron on their lips, like licking a battery.

Dazed, they tried to pick themself up, only to slip on the waxy surface, falling into the muck on all fours. Shame and embarrassment rushed in twofold, rising like waves of heat towards their chest. That prickly feeling at the back of their throat returned, threatening to come apart. This couldn’t be happening—not to them, they didn’t deserve this.

“What do you think you deserve?” the same voice whispered in their ear. Cold, unnatural, and unfeeling, but uncomfortably familiar.

“I deserve a lot more than you!” Kai had screamed, back when they were kids playing on the cliffs along the coast. Resentment reared its ugly head as they glared down at their stepbrother. His chubby hands grasped the cliff’s ledge while he dangled in mid-air, squirming beneath Kai’s feet.

“I deserve all of this!”

They could crush him right now, that stupid weakling who’d never worked a day in his life, who’d everything handed to him on a silver platter, just because he was the favorite. 

No one would know. 

Crush him.

Do it.

The whispers grew louder as they buried their head in their hands and growled.

“Kai! Help me, please!”

They took one more look at their stepbrother’s soft brown eyes and the ocean of tears that had welled up in them, before setting their foot down on his tiny fingers, treading on them like ants. Alfie lost his grip and Kai had watched quietly as his body was reduced to a simple ragdoll in the tempestuous wind. His limbs tossed about wildly as the howling gust drowned out the boy’s cries. Jagged bedrock by the cliffside framed its subject like a moving watercolor painting. If they squinted, they could pretend it was a bird diving to catch its prey.

They waited, patiently and then some more, until the red sea foam turned pale, and all that was left was a memory of what once was. One less mouth to feed, one less child to fawn over, one less rival to tussle with. Time didn’t bring any remorse. Perhaps they had been a monster even before they were reborn.

From afar, an unearthly roar and mechanical whir shredded through the stillness, jolting them back into the present. Was this what the Nosferatu were hiding? Kai had heard stories of otherworldly entities that existed on this plane, undecipherable, unseen to the naked eye. There were more than just Kindred around, and they were beginning to realize that they weren’t on the top of the food chain.

Bolting forward, they couldn’t care less if they looked more animal than human as the sludge clung to their feet. It felt like a mass of hands creeping up their legs, dragging them down into the dirt where they belonged. They should’ve been put down for what they did. But they felt nothing. Years and months of nothing. At the funeral, they pressed a shard of glass into their palm, squeezing it within the pocket of their trousers, so that they would cry. Liezel couldn’t look at them for weeks.

Maybe this was the day of reckoning, their last chance to repent, but was there really something to feel guilty for? They had merely taken what was rightfully theirs from the beginning—before their mother remarried another man they were forced to call father, before they were told to sacrifice whatever they had for the sake of the other son.

They had reached the end, knowing this to be so as loose stone and rubble gave way, crumbling into the void pit below. It was pitch black, a long drop into a vortex of emptiness. For every second they stopped to pause, the darkness enshrouded them further, heavy and suffocating as it seeped in through their orifices.

And they were back on the cliff, at the scene of the accident. Although, instead of Alfie, it was Kai who was standing at its edge, waiting to be pushed.

“How does it feel to be in my shoes? How does it feel not to exist?” The tone was derisive, contemptuous.

Did Alfie expect them to accept their fate? To beg for forgiveness and mercy? They convulsed with laughter, the sound ricocheting off the walls. Their body was hollowed out, empty, a vacuum where nothing could be replaced.

There was only one thing left to do. Fear and weakness had no place in the Clan of Kings.

“Don’t you know?” they remarked, eyes black as coal. “I always win.”

And then, they jumped.

Dividers by @diableriedoll

[copias-girl]

To Catch a Cardinal: Chapter II

Song recommendation for this series!

Chapter I, Chapter III

•♥︎𖤐♥︎•

You hadn’t seen much of Copia in a few days, mostly because the Papas kept you busy and the Cardinal was also being kept occupied with work in his office. Sometimes at night, when you were laying awake in bed, you’d hear footsteps down the corridor outside your room. You wondered if it was him, finally trudging back to his quarters after working a long day on translations and black mass preparations and everything else that was in that big stack of paper he was carrying the other day.

The more you thought of it, the more you wanted to throw open the door and pull him inside your room so you could hold him all night long. That subtle need deep inside you burned brighter with each passing day, especially when you kept hearing so many people throughout the day make jokes about Copia, about how weird and awkward he was.

You had passed him in the halls a few times, and you couldn’t help the way your smouldering gaze would sweep over his form. There was just something about Copia that had you biting your lip every time you saw him, always looking good enough to eat in his cassock and biretta. He, on the other hand, had a hard time holding your gaze, his cheeks flushing and his mismatched eyes darting away from yours several times, shyly shooting down to the scandalously high slit in your habit. You always gave him a little smile; a warm one, a respectful one, one that showed the Cardinal that you weren’t laughing at him like everyone else was.

•𖤐•

You were just waiting for an excuse to visit him in his office; fuck, it actually kind of made you feel restless as you stood in the hallway, using a feather duster to clean the ornate candelabras that lined the walls.

Sisters of sin could often be seen doing daily tasks and chores around the abbey, and you were no exception. You all shared the workload, either being assigned certain chores each week or choosing which ones you wanted to partake in. Dusting was one of your personal favourites, so that you could daydream and hum to yourself while doing the mindless work. When there was no one around, sometimes you would pretend like you were in a 1950s musical, dancing and singing and twirling all around with your little feather duster.

It wasn’t long before Sister Imperator called your name, startling you out of your daze.

“Sister Imperator!” You greeted her with a smile.

“Oh, good, you’ve done a marvellous job with the dusting, Sister!” She grinned, gesturing to your work. “Why don’t you take a break for now? It’s shopping day and I was thinking you and some other sisters could head into town and get some things. We’re in desperate need of more black candles, and things like that. Here, I’ve made a list.” She explained, handing you a piece of paper.

“Sure thing!” You nodded, taking the paper and looking it over. It contained things that were needed for mass, like candles and incense, and also ingredients for certain rituals.

“Excellent!” Imperator clasped her hands together happily. “I’ve already told the others so I’ll have a ghoul bring the car around shortly. You can also all get some snacks and things that you’d like to eat, by the way.” She told you. “Oh, and why don’t you go get C from his office and take him with you? It would do him good to get out a little bit!” She added before turning and walking away.

A delighted smirk found its way onto your face as you quickly abandoned your dusting for now, heels clicking as you made your way there.

You stopped by your room to get a Mix Max cake before slinking down the corridor to his office.

You knocked on the ornate, dark wooden door, trying not to look too excited as you waited for the man to answer. You heard some rustling before the door was pulled open, Copia’s sweet face lighting up when he saw you. However, you weren’t exactly sure what it lit up with. Fear? Excitement? Nervousness? Perhaps a mix of everything?

“Hi Cardinal.” You greeted him, a lilt of flirtatiousness in your voice as you held up the little wrapped cake.

“O-oh, ciao, Sorella! Grazie.” He stuttered nervously, taking the cake from you with a shy smile creeping onto his face. You were the only one who was kind to him, you made him feel… special. And it did something to him inside, you did something to him inside. The mere sight of you made his head spin, gave him anxiety and butterflies in his stomach and rendered him a tongue-tied and stuttering fool. Well, Copia supposed that he was perhaps just naturally a tongue-tied and stuttering fool. But still, your essence nearly pained him, and the fact that you were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen yet you were the kindest to him… Well, it seemed almost paradoxical. The poor man didn’t suspect a thing about you finding him romantically interesting, however. He simply thought you were being nice out of pity.

“How are you settling in, Cardinal?” You asked softly, placing a hand on his shoulder. You swore his breath hitched in his throat at that, at the way you were standing just a bit too close than what would be considered appropriate.

“Ehh, I- Si, good, I… Well, si, thank you.” He finally settled on saying, but you felt like he was leaving something out. You could only guess that it was about the way he was being ruthlessly made fun of by the other siblings of sin.

“Are you sure you’re alright, Cardinal? You’re looking a little flushed.” You gently fawned over the man, placing the back of your hand on his forehead to feel for a fever.

“I…” Copia quietly started, but trailed off, not knowing what to say.

After a moment, you shook your head, murmuring something about your hands always being cold, and you cupped his face in your hands and pressed your lips to his forehead instead. You know, just to get a more accurate idea of his temperature.

Now you were sure you heard the Cardinal’s breath hitch at that, not only from your action but because from this angle, the only thing in his line of sight was your cleavage showing from the low cut neckline of your habit. But as quickly as it happened, it was over. You pulled away, trying to hide your delight at his deeply reddened cheeks and widened eyes.

You took the cake out of his gloved hands, unwrapping it and holding it up to his lips.

“Here, eat. I know you’ve been working a lot, right? Have you eaten?” You asked, watching as he took a bite, letting you feed him.

Copia shook his head no, sheepishly flicking his eyes down. He was nearly overwhelmed by the sight of your bare leg sticking out of the slit in your habit and how it was lightly brushing up against his cassock from how close to him you were standing.

Feeding him another bite, you placed your other hand on his shoulder once more, gently getting his attention.

“So, we’re going into town today because we need to get some supplies, and Sister Imperator said you should come. Do you want to?” You proposed.

“Mm,” Copia nodded, finishing the last of the cake. “Okie dokie, I will come..” He agreed, and sweet Satan, your heart melted right then and there. This adorable old man really just said okie dokie in complete seriousness and for some reason that drove you wild. It made you wet, it made lust pool deep within you, it made you want to devour him.

“Good.” You smiled simply, catching his mismatched gaze as you licked the residual chocolate off your fingers. He watched you intently, swallowing nervously as he awaited your next move.

“Well, I’ll meet you out front in a few minutes! Sister Imperator said she was having a ghoul bring the car around.” You chirped happily, the hand on his shoulder ghosting down his arm before you spun on your heel and left.

Copia was left flustered and slightly confused, wondering if all this really happened or if you were just a daydream.

•𖤐•

You met Sisters Mable, Ava, Lilith, and Emily on the grand front steps of the abbey, the ghoul already waiting in the sleek black 1949 Rolls-Royce.

“Wow, you look hot!” Sister Mable commented, looking you up and down as the other sisters agreed. Well, all of them except Emily. Recently, you had started wearing your dressier habit, the one with the low cut neckline and scandalously high slit. None of the other sisters ever wore theirs, usually just sticking to the standard one.

“What, this old thing? Why, I only wear it when I don’t care how I look~” You giggled, twirling a lock of your hair and making the other girls laugh.

The sisters got into the car, and that’s when Copia came shuffling out of the large doors, his gloved hands clasped meekly in front of himself as he made his way to the car.

“Oh you’ve gotta be kidding me…” Mable grumbled.

“Who invited the weirdo?” Emily asked loudly, obviously striving to make Copia feel as unwelcome as possible.

“Sister Imperator suggested he come.” You retorted. “And, well, I think he should too.” You added, giving the poor man an encouraging little smile when his eyes met yours, clearly surprised by you sticking up for him to your friends.

“Well, looks like there’s no more room in the car anyway so he’ll have to stay home!” Lilith chimed in, a smug smile on her face as she gestured to the last spot in the backseat.

“No, because I’ll just-“ You gestured for Copia to get in the car, and when he did, you took a seat right on his lap and closed the door. “There.” You said, the finality in your voice shutting up the other girls, who only stared at you in surprise.

“Is this okay?” You asked the Cardinal, who quickly nodded and stammered out a shy affirmation, his arms naturally coming to wrap around your waist like a seatbelt.

And with that, you were all on your way; gazing out the window as the ghoul drove you into town.

But suddenly the car turned onto this one road and- Satan below, were they doing construction here or something? The road was so ridiculously bumpy, causing everyone in the car to bounce up and down rapidly.

You squirmed on Copia’s lap as you bounced, trying to keep your place and not slide off. Your one hand was tightly gripping the ceiling handle of the car while your other hand found purchase on the Cardinal’s thigh, which was surprisingly muscular.

However, that mental observation was immediately interrupted by something far more… intrusive.

Oh…. Oh. Your eyes widened in realization at what it was. The more you bounced and squirmed, the harder Copia’s cock got, so you could feel every inch of it fully pressing against you as it strained against the pants he wore under his cassock. And holy fuck, he was… big. You also became aware of the Cardinal’s strained breaths as he desperately fought to keep quiet, his grip on your waist tightening ever so slightly as his cheeks burned with shame.

He really did feel so fucking ashamed, like the biggest pervert on the face of the planet. But he just couldn’t help it, not when your perfect ass was pressed against him like this, practically grinding against him.

You shifted again from a particularly obnoxious bump in the road and suddenly his cock was pressed right into your pussy, causing you to yelp out loud from the shock of pleasure.

“Are you alright??” Ava asked you.

“Y-yeah just-! This road is so bumpy, I hit my head on the ceiling of the car.” You lied, even rubbing the top of your head to make it seem convincing.

“Yeah, this road is crazy!” Lilith laughed in disbelief.

You and Copia both stifled moans, releasing sighs of relief when the car finally pulled onto a normal fucking street.

After a few moments, you turned slightly sideways on the Cardinal’s lap, causing him to tense up and exhale shakily with each of your movements.

You were so close, the tips of your noses nearly brushing as you leaned in, cupping your hands around his ear.

“I think there’s something in your pocket that’s poking me.” You whispered, playing dumb, but your voice had a slight edge of knowingness to it. You pulled away just enough to gauge his reaction, and Copia only nodded, biting his lip.

“M-mi dispiace…” He murmured.

“Don’t be.” You replied quietly, biting your own lip to prevent a smirk from forming as you turned to face forward again.

𖤐 to be continued 𖤐

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[gallavichpreg]

Yes… I did make a Butthole Chart.

(I swear, I’m sane)

My reasons/HCs:

!!!Don’t argue with me. These are my own personal ideas… things that I’ve made up!!!

Mickey:

Smooth/Hairy: Mickey’s never really been a hairy guy. He hardly has any scruff on him, and that’s just the way that nature intended things to be. Doesn’t make him feel like any less of a man. Overall, he’s pretty smooth… but he still takes the time to trim up between his cheeks, and make sure that his “back garden” is well-pruned. A pretty pink hole is always nice, right? After all… he’s not one for too much friction.

Smelly/Clean: Gone are Mickey’s days of living in filth… letting himself collect dirt and grime like an oversized feather duster. These days, he takes pride in his ability to care for himself and maintain a certain standard of cleanliness — doing everything in his power to distance himself from the slob that he used to be. He styles his hair every morning, brushes his teeth twice a day, scrubs every nook and cranny in the shower, and uses many different fragrances to make sure that he always smells good. When it comes to his backside, he cleans himself very thoroughly… so that he stays ready (if you catch my drift), and gives a good presentation whenever the time comes. Of course, Ian doesn’t mind it whenever he does slack up a bit. That reputation that Mickey used to have, being the “smelly kid”… is long gone.

Loose/Tight: I mean… come on. Need I explain this one???

Ian:

Smooth/Hairy: Every part of me wants to believe that Ian has little patches of red curls all over his ass cheeks, and around his hole… but, honestly, I just can’t see it. Maybe he’s got some sparse fuzz that circles his rim… but I don’t think that it’s anything to really take note of. It’s not like you can twirl it between your fingers, or tug at it, or anything like that. There’s nothing back there to play with.

Smelly/Clean: Ian cleans himself pretty thoroughly, just because he’s mortified of being smelly down there. Even though nobody is eating him out, or playing with his ass, the thought of having any lasting odor scares him… makes him so unbelievably self-conscious. When he’s in the right headspace, he takes him grooming very seriously. Of course, he gets sweaty and musky back there — we all do — but he always make sure to clean it up whenever he gets the chance. Stench doesn’t last long on his backside… especially with Mickey there to help him clean it. Even in his worst moments, the funk doesn’t stick.

Loose/Tight: Ian is fairly tight… as tight as he can be, after the things that he went through in his younger years. He has a complex now, when it comes to having someone show his rear end any attention — a major discomfort, set on by past traumas. It’s like he goes into defense-mode if his butt gets touched… even by Mickey, sometimes. That being said, his asshole doesn’t see much action.

Lip:

Smooth/Hairy: Lip’s got a good amount of hair back there… this nice forest of soft, wispy hair that fills his crack, and coddles the bottoms of his ass cheeks. He doesn’t really care to manscape it… but it’s something that he can definitely appreciate. In the heat of the moment, when all of his cares are out of the window, he does enjoy the feeling of a lady’s fingertips combing through his curls… her digits getting tangled, clinging to his plump bum. It’s a guilty pleasure.

Smelly/Clean: Lip is fairly clean, for a straight guy. He makes sure that he’s not dirty… but he doesn’t like to spend too much time back there. Of course, there’s always going to be a natural musk, if a man doesn’t work hard to cover his scent… and Lip definitely has a musk. His hole is just… slightly fragrant.

Loose/Tight: Now… I’m not gonna say that he’s never let a woman go back there and explore for a bit… but I don’t think it’s too likely. I mean, Lip is a freak, but I think that — in most cases — he draws the line when he gets flipped around himself.

Carl:

Smooth/Hairy: It’s simple… and kind of embarrassing. Carl just has a hard time growing hair down there. Even in his older years, he’s still pretty much smooth… and he hates it. He hardly has any pubes, and there’s virtually no hair on his ass. You’d better believe that he’s spread himself open and taken a few looks back there, just to see if he’s sprouted any new growth. Of course, he hasn’t yet. How is he supposed to get women to see him as a man if there’s no jungle for them to explore? It’s humiliating.

Smelly/Clean: Carl’s a good guy… but he’s still the kind of person that you have to remind to clean up back there, every now and then… maybe give a lesson on how to groom himself well. He uses the toilet… he farts… he sweats. It’s not that he’s dirty, or lazy… it’s just that he’s not as mindful, or thorough, as he could be. The boy’s got an odor. So what? It’s no big deal. He’s still young.

Loose/Tight: He’s still pretty tight. “Intact” is more the word for it. Of course, he’s played around back there before, just to see what it’s all about — stared at it, spread it open, poked around, attempted to insert some things — but a curious mind is only a curious mind. Carl doesn’t get the hype… but he’s not opposed to a little experimentation in the future. For now though, his back door is shut and locked.

Kev:

Smooth/Hairy: There’s no doubt in my mind that Kev has a naturally hairy ass… or a hairy hole, at least. I mean, I do believe that he takes his manscaping seriously, and is very meticulous about how much hair he prefers to keep back there… but when he slacks up on his grooming, I just know those cheeks and hole start to get bushy.

Smelly/Clean: Again, I think that Kev takes his manscaping seriously… but he’s a big guy, and big guys tend to sweat a lot, and that’s a beautiful thing. Despite his best efforts to stay clean and cover his scent, his hole definitely stays pretty musky. It’s a good musk though. A good stink.

Loose/Tight: Kev is definitely getting his ass worked out on the regular, and he loves it! That man’s ass has taken more poundings from Vee than Mickey’s has taken from Ian, easily.

[satancopilotsmytardis]

exhibitionism?

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

After spending so much of his childhood desperate to have his father, and really anyone outside of Natsuo, look at him, Dabi is not surprised at all that the hardest he ever gets off is when he knows he's being watched. Or overheard. Or just has the chance of being caught. It makes him hotter than anything else and he's spent a lot of time in sheer clothing, or with toys in public spaces, or on his knees in bathrooms, clubs, cars, or even the occasional alleyway just to get his fix. Deciding to get his fix after a month of contention with his fucking boss in the League’s base is definitely, definitely the stupidest way he's ever tried to get it though. 

He's not entirely stupid, he makes sure that he sneaks the guy in through his fire escape, and doesn't let him leave his room. He just also happens to leave his door cracked the slightest bit. He also makes sure he does it on a night when the others have all gone out and it's just he and Shig home before he brings in his living dildo and tells him to go hard and get rough with him. It won't be as good if Dabi has to fake it. But it doesn't end up being a problem. The guy is good enough to know his way around, and only gets a little grossed out when his seams bleed, but that doesn't seem to matter. He likes his partners loud and fucks Dabi hard enough that he gets loud as the headboard slams into the wall again, and again, and again, in a constant, unpleasant thump that he's certain is driving Duster crazy. He only gets off once, but it's worth it as he lights up as the guy slides out of bed and tosses the condom before finding his pants. 

"Gotta take a leak," 

"Bathroom's down the hall." He says in a lazy breath of smoke. "You open any of the other doors or go downstairs at your own risk." He gets a weird look at that, but Dabi doesn't elaborate.

It's about five minutes before his door is being pushed back open. Not by his hookup. Shigaraki standing in the doorway and his eyes finding Dabi, still naked and spread out across his sheets, his stomach covered in dried cum, and having those eyes dragging over him makes his arousal flicker in him again. 

"There's a mess for you to clean up in the bathroom." He doesn't leave anything to the imagination when he drops a handful of dust on his floor before he turns and walks back out, leaving the door open behind him. Dabi finishes his cig as he fists his hand around his cock again, and moans loudly for Duster as he works himself over the edge a second time. 

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He's really, honestly expecting something else to happen. But Shigaraki acts like it was nothing. Like he didn't murder Dabi's hookup and that he didn't see him naked, that he didn't hear him having sex, and that is driving him insane. He goes from wanting to make a pest of himself, to wanting Shigaraki's attention, and he is doing whatever he can to get it. Makes sure he hears him moaning for him in the shower, in his room late at night when he knows they're the only two at base. Walks around without his shirt on, puts in his ring piercings and loops his finger through them and tugs and teases them when they're alone working until they're sore and he's visibly hard in his pants. 

He has been trying his best to behave in front of the others. This is definitely between him and Duster unless his boss actually tries to kill him or tells him to stop, but he thinks Toga picked up on it, because she comes back to base one day with a huge bag of assorted lollipops that she makes Kurogiri put into a bowl at the bar since 'she can't drink'. They all do eat the candy, it's there and apparently most of them, especially Mister, have a sweet tooth. But Dabi doesn't really like candy. He does like ones that are a softer more caramel-like candy that are long rectangles pressed onto the sticks. They're not thick, but they are longer than some of the other ones and he can feed those just into his throat and suck on them with soft little moans when he and Shigaraki are alone. His boss is scratching his neck bloody any time they're alone in a room together and Dabi thinks that means he's close to breaking. 

Kurogiri is gone doing something for AFO, and it's late at night. They were working, Dabi is still getting his job done efficiently no matter how much he wants to see Duster's composure slip. The others have been in bed for hours. He's just about finished with his first sucker and he stretches down along the bar to reach for the bowl instead of standing, pushing his ass out towards the other. His sleep pants are tight enough that he's certain that if Shigaraki is looking, he can see that he's not wearing anything underneath them. 

He's not expecting Duster to growl and finally, finally break. 

A hard four-fingered grip catching him around a hip and yanking him back, so he's laying half across the bar, his hips angled up for-- Dabi lets out an immediate, loud moan as he feels Shigaraki press his hips into his ass and the unmistakable press of his half-hard cock against him. 

"You're insufferable." He snarls, and then his mouth is on the back of his neck, his chest pressing in tight to his naked back. "If you weren't so good at your job, I would just think you were a pretty, desperate whore who gets off on danger." 

Dabi's cock swells as Duster touches him, the nasty words only making him hotter. "Does that mean I'm gonna get a bonus after you fuck me, boss?" He simpers, grinding his ass back into him again with another thready moan. It earns him teeth nipping sharply at the junction between his neck and shoulder that only makes him a little louder and a lot hotter. 

"No. You're not a whore and I think all you want is for me to fuck you right here, hard enough and loud enough, that all of the others know exactly how much you like to put on a show." Oh fuck. Dabi nearly creams himself right then and there. "Isn't that right, kitten?" 

Not an ounce of shame in him when he mewls in turn catching Duster's other hand and pulling it around and down so he can feel how hard he is, already starting to make a wet spot on the thin fabric as he aches. Shigaraki is so careful with his fingers as he squeezes him through his pants, thumb seeking out his ladder and rolling over that texture as Dabi moans, not caring one bit if they wake the others. Let them hear him. Fuck, let them see them. He doesn't give a fuck. 

Duster keeps kissing, licking, biting around his neck and shoulders as he lets go of his hips, of his cock so that he can pull Dabi's sleep pants over his hips and expose him to the cool air of the bar. He gets a handful of his ass and squeezes hard enough for it to hurt, for him to feel each near-deadly point of contact against his skin and Dabi whimpers and whines wanting more. He doesn't think he's going to get it down here even if they both so clearly want it. Wonders if Duster is going to turn him around and put something better than a sucker deep in his throat, or wrap four fingers around Dabi's cock and make sure that he knows that he could destroy him as he brings him off instead. He was not expecting the hand to leave him, and for there to be a rustle of fabric before Duster is moving back against him and bringing a small plastic packet to Dabi's lips. 

"Open, brat." 

Dabi doesn't mask his delight as he catches the edge of the lube packet between his teeth and tears it open, purring, "All ready, boss? Do you always carry lube around in your pocket, or just since you met me?" He is not expecting the hard slap that he gets against his ass, but the sharp, stinging pain has him moaning even louder, his cock twitching and drooling against the bar. He kneads at the aching sting and Dabi whimpers. Fuck, he can't remember the last time that he got this hot, especially knowing that hard slap was so loud. Someone must have heard. Must have heard him moaning like he can't get enough and he can't. "More, Duster, please," he whines. 

"Desperate little whore," the word is dripping with his arousal and something warmer and softer as his fingers press between his cheeks, moving slickly against his hole. Dabi doesn't stop letting out the litany of his pleasure, gasping, moaning, pleading, as his fingers push inside and make all of those nerves come to life in just the right ways, with oblivion a faint promise on the edge of every dangerous touch. 

"Tomura, Tomura, Tomura," He's so hot that there's smoke starting to crawl up the back of his throat as his boss finally, finally thinks that he's ready enough and pulls his fingers from inside of him. He hears the rustle of foil and he keens, shaking his head. "Like this, 'm clean, please," wants to be a mess from this. Wants to have Duster's cum leaking down his legs as he goes upstairs to clean up and staining his pajamas. Wants to risk being caught filthy even after they can't be caught in the act anymore. 

"Fuck," the word is a breathless growl and then his hands are back on Dabi's hips, lifting him and pushing him forward until he's fully hanging off of the bar, only just his legs dangling off, his toes barely brushing the floor and his cock trapped beneath him. Moved like a toy and Dabi thinks he's going to boil his brain as Tomura pushes his thick, long cock into his body. He squeals as it splits him open in one impossibly long movement, going deeper, stretching him wider, than he thinks any cock he's ever had before ever did. It's perfect. 

He moans so loudly as he's fucked hard, one of Duster's hands tangling in his hair and pulling his head back so he can't hide the sounds coming out of him against his arms or the bar if he wanted to. He's leaving a puddle against the shiny, well-cared for surface, his pre dripping steadily, and sweat building across his skin as he is pounded into mercilessly for all of his teasing over the past few weeks. Dabi is pretty sure his eyes roll back into his head when Duster reaches beneath him to tug and tease at the rings through his nipples hard enough that they're swollen and so, so tender. Doesn't matter, can't, not when he feels this good. 

He should probably be ashamed that the thing that sends him over the edge is Duster yanking his head back by his hair, putting his back at a sharp, painful bow, before he whispers, "Let them all hear how loud you are when you cum, kitten." But he burned the shame out of his veins a long, long time ago and moans so loudly that his throat feels raw as his orgasm pulses pleasure from the very tip of his cock all the way to his hair and back down to his toes which are curling uselessly as they brush against the edge of the floor. He spills all over the bar and Tomura fucks him into the mess for another few thrusts before he's pushing in deep and soaking his walls in his cum. 

It takes a long time for him to catch his breath and start to shift a little. That gets Tomura pulling out of him and Dabi mewls again as he feels his mess dripping out of him before he makes his legs hold his weight as he slips down from the edge of the bar. As soon as he's standing, Duster is catching him by his chin and pulling him into a hot, consuming kiss that has the aftershocks of his pleasure trembling through him again as his other hand goes to pull his sleep pants back up. When he parts Dabi is nearly boneless and a little dazed. Duster watches him, looks over the mess they've made, and then catches his chin between his thumb and forefinger. 

"Did you like that, Dabi?" 

If any of his brain hadn't leaked out of his ears, he would be trying to mock him, but the thoughts can't come together clearly. Instead he just manages a nod. 

"Then if you can behave and not distract me while we're working, then when I have time, I'll take you to a place where we can do this again." He cages him up against the bar, pressing light kisses across his cheek until he's murmuring, his voice low and soaked with heat in his ear, "A nice big place where you can show a hundred people how pretty you look writhing on my cock. Does that sound nice, kitten?" 

Dabi's spent cock tries to valiantly twitch back to life and he moans softly again, nodding needily. 

"Good. No more misbehaving at base. Go clean up. Then come back down so that you can clean the bar and we can finish work." 

"Yes, sir." 

He is a mess going upstairs and Spinner opens his door as he hears him on the stairs, looking irate, but as soon as he sees what a mess Dabi is, he turns right around and shuts his door firmly behind him. Dabi will take being on all of their cohorts’ shit lists for a little while if it means Duster will make good on his word and take him somewhere he can be shown off. 

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Head cannon nonsence:

Shit two dork assed teenagers did at the onsen because they are idiots who respect there elders/ actually like Yuuri's parents.

Cleaned the gutters: Otabek cleaned them, Yuri mostly took the bags of stuff to where they needed to go.

Fell asleep on the roof: Victor was getting to Yuri. Otabek wanted to read in peace. He went to the roof. Yuri followed. Sleep happened.

Almost fell off the roof: See previous entry and know that Yuri almost rolled off. Fortunately, Otabek has great reflexes to make up for his lesser dexterity.

Cleaned out the storage room: Everyone else kept getting caught up in sentimental memories. Yuri was for burning it all, so Otabek actually did the sorting. This was great fun. Turns out Yuuri has a lot of old clothes he saved, and they found his poster collection. Victor is delighted.

Change light bulbs: Yuri standing on Otabek's shoulders makes them about teen feet tall-ish. Mari walked along with them. Yuri pulled out old ones, handed it to Otabek, who handed it to Mari. Mari handed Otabek a new light bulb, who handed it to Yuri, who put it in and closed the fixture where ever needed. Otabek's shoulders hurt after the whole onsen was done but wont say a word. Just rolls them a few times.

Dust the high places: Same dynamic as above, only with a feather duster and cloth. Otabek's shoulders need a break, but it's good stamina and weight lifting training.

Clean and polish the Katsuki's car: This was mostly to impress on Yuri how much time vehicle maintenance takes, but they gave the boy a hose and someone to turn it on, and if that someone happens to be very hot dripping wet and about to get vengeance, well that's just a bonus. You know once water gets involved, Victor and Yuuri get in there too because fun times will be had by all.

Accidentally on purpose teach a bunch of seagulls how to terrorize rude tourists for french fries: Look, Otabek is deviously patient, and once Yuri finds that out he will find a way to turn those traits to evil. Like asking Otabek how to get vengeance on someone who was rude to Mrs. Katsuki. Yuri wont stand for it. French fry lured seagulls, Otabek says with a straight face, because of course he does. What's that? Well, you lure seagulls one french fry at a time to the aria where rude tourists usually gather so they are haggard by said avian for food, thus giving them a shuddering terror of the birds every time they have a meal outside. Parking lots near coastal towns will never be the same.

Get told not to lure seagulls with french fries: they are amassing an army and it's starting to scare people.

Climb a lamp post: This is mostly a dare. Until Yuri can't get down. Otabek helps him, but they never speak of how long it took for Yuri to get back to ground level again because he was afraid to let go of the pole until he knew Otabek would catch him. It becomes an inside joke. May or may not be why the Russian skate team keeps trying to get Otabek to catch them. (Only Yuri is allowed this privileged.)

Discover Otabek is an absolute heater when he's asleep: Storms knock power out. Generator needed for fridge and such. It gets cold. Only room with heat? Yuri and Otabek's. Why? Because Otabek fell asleep hours ago, and radiates that pleasant sleepy warm like he was a small fusion star. Woke up wondering why he is surrounded by people laying on him, and questioning if he's allowed to move to go do morning things. Manages to find a way. Thirty minutes latter everyone else wakes up because all that heat dissipated quickly. It's okay. Powers back on a few hours latter.

Figure out exactly how many M&Ms Yuri can fit in his mouth: 37. He drools after that.

Discover Otabek's reading glasses actually make him hotter and that's an absolute fucking sin: look, he's just trying to do his homework, okay? Collage credits don't amass themselves.

Find out Otabek is a math dork: He and Yuri are watching ice skating play backs with Mari. Otabek is writing out equations absently mindedly as they do. When asked: it's the equations of the skaters jumps and spins. He's working out how to improve them per individual skater. For funzies. Yuri is both impressed and disgusted. No one should like math this much. And if they do, they shouldn't help the enemy. Otabek tells Yuri how to get higher on his quad and suddenly this is the best thing ever. Victor hears. Yuuri is impressed. Otabek winds up on the roof again, trying to escape. No, he is not going to school for maths.

Discover Yuri is actually a pretty good cook. Once he gets over the disgust of spots on vegetables, and figures out how to use a knife (thanks for that Mr. Katsuki, JJ is DOOMED), he's very methodical (perfectionist) so while it takes him longer, it turns out right most times.

Scare the living shit out of people: It's the three am five miles out, five miles back jog Otabek dose every day he can. Yuuri finds out and joins him. Makes breakfast taste better, they say. Yuri thinks they are nuts. Not for the running. For three am.

I got more, but honestly, I have so So SO much for these ice babies.

[mouthsfullofsharpteeth]

warning signs

cross posted on my ao3. can be read as platonic or romantic. enjoy :3

For as long as Jay had known Alex (which was an awfully long time, mind you; since Elementary school, since they both had long hair, since people still used OCD to mean washing your hands a lot), Alex had been a bit of a germaphobe. 

He didn’t like getting dirty. He didn’t like his living space to be dirty. He was the tidiest teenager Jay had known in high school, his floor always devoid of crumbs and trash, and bed always made. Unlike Jay, who had lived in what Alex described as “complete filth, what the hell is wrong with you?”. 

Alex would scrub his hands for multiple minutes if they felt sticky, and would scold Jay for just dumping his stuff on the floor whenever he came over. Jay didn’t always understand it, but he respected Alex’s need to keep things nice and clean. He thought it was admirable how, even when they were both moved out and Alex had three random guys as his roommates, that his kitchen counters were shiny and his floor was swept. Sure, it was annoying when Alex complained about Jay’s own messy house, but that usually ended with him taking matters into his own hands and dedicating an afternoon to ‘fixing it’ for Jay. Which was awesome. Multiple comments were made about getting Alex a little feather duster and apron, how he could dress up as Cinderella whenever he did this. 

This behavior started to decline around when the filming of Marble Hornets picked up. Jay didn’t think much of it at first. Alex left his obsessively organized director’s binder spread out on the floor, copies of scripts and critiques from professors circling it, pens and pencils and highlighters a jumbled maze leading from his door to his bed. Jay didn’t notice when Alex started to leave his backpack and jacket and shoes in a pile by the front door, nor did he notice when his socks picked up dust and dirt as he walked across the kitchen floor. 

Jay paid no attention to when he had to navigate across piles of dirty clothes in order to get to Alex’s desk. He didn’t notice when Alex retreated to a messy nest of blankets and sheets on his bed, absentmindedly making Jay brush some crumbs off in order to sit. 

Alex’s cleanliness was such an ingrained part of him, that honestly, Jay just stopped noticing the behavior after a while. And so, he just… didn’t pick up on the change. 

Not until July. 

“Alex?” 

The front door was unlocked. None of Alex’s roommates' cars were in the driveway, only Alex’s. Parked on the curb, haphazard, a few feet away from being lined up. 

Jay walked inside, listening for the sound of Alex from anywhere inside the house. It was dark, and warm, like the A/C wasn’t running. The couch was gone from the living room, and boxes were spread around the halls. 

“Alex? You in here?” He flicked the lightswitch, and the entryway illuminated. Clothes were piled up in the corner, dirty and damp looking, like they had been used to clean something up. Jay could see one of them was the Deftones t-shirt Jay had given Alex for his 19th birthday. 

“Your car was out front.. Uhm. You missed filming today. The guys are all kind of pissed..”

He began to walk upstairs, a little unsure. Was Alex even here?

The carpeted stairs were dirty and stained. Dog hair covered them. 

“Dude, where are you?” He reached the top of the stairs, about to turn on another light switch, when his wrist was suddenly grabbed. “AH!” Yelped Jay, gasping when Alex stepped out of the dark bathroom, hand cold and tight around Jay’s wrist. 

“What are you doing here?” Alex asked, a stormy look on his face. 

“I-I just told you! We were supposed to shoot today, and you weren’t there! I texted and called you, like, a million times! What’s going on??”

Alex finally let go of his arm, and turned away, heading towards his bedroom. Jay followed, incessant. 

“Alex?”

“I was busy.”

Jay stepped over what looked like a broken pile of wood from a dresser drawer. He could see the knob on it. There were wood shavings around it, splinters and scratches on the floor. 

“Well, you could have, you know, communicated that?”

Alex turned on the light in his room, and Jay followed him in. It was a complete disaster. His desk was stacked on top of his dresser, blocking the window. His dresser was missing two drawers. Clothes covered the floor like a second carpet, papers and food wrappers and water bottles piled up with no order to them. The sheet had peeled off one corner of Alex’s bed, the mattress showing underneath. A pillow was on the floor, and the blankets were squished up to the foot of the bed. The room smelled stale and sweaty. 

It was safe to say, Jay noticed now. 

“Jesus Christ, Alex. What happened in here?”

Alex shook his head, walking to his bedside table and picking up a video camera. Jay could see the red light blinking. 

“Wha- why are you recording? Alex, seriously. What’s going on?”

“Stop asking questions, you’re giving me a headache,” grumbled Alex. Aiming the camera at Jay. He sat down on the edge of his bed, dropping his head into his hands, rubbing his forehead. Alex was wearing shorts, two different socks, and a black t-shirt with a drooping neckline. Jay didn’t even know what shirt that was. It looked like it might be inside out. 

“Alex… are.. are you okay?” Jay asked in a softer, gentler voice. Face all creased up and worried. He stepped around the disaster on the floor, coming to Alex’s side, and sitting down beside him. Alex’s camera lens followed his movement, his hand angling it to focus on Jay like he wasn’t even thinking about it. Jay felt unnerved, and uncomfortable being filmed like this. 

“What would you say if I wasn’t.” Alex’s words were flat, lifeless. Not even a question, just… resigned. Like he thought Jay would ignore the horrifying implications of what he’d just said.

“I wo-would say that, uh, that I’m worried? That I’m here for you, and want to help. That I will help, as soon as you tell me what’s going on?” Jay’s heart was steadily picking up speed. This was feeling an awful lot like sophomore year of high school, when they both learned what being transgender was and then what intersex looked like, when Alex stopped getting out of bed and looked moments from death for months until he was allowed to cut his hair. 

Alex scoffed. “Alright, Jay. Sure.”

Jay frowned. “I mean it. Something is clearly wrong, and I’m your best friend. I want to help.”

“Did Brian put you up to this?”

Brian? Jay’s eyebrows creased. 

“No..? What does Brian have to do with this?” 

“He came by yesterday, with Tim. Made a big show of how worried he was, how he wanted me to talk. How he’d noticed how bad I was getting. Fucking liar.” Alex’s voice was dark and angry. Jay shivered. Alex used to talk about Brian like he was the sun in the sky. Why was he so mad that Brian had come by?

“Well… no, he didn’t ‘put me up to this’. I didn’t know he visited. Neither of them said anything when we met to film today.”

Tentatively, Jay put a hand on Alex’s back. It bowed underneath his touch, but Alex didn’t shove him away. Jay relaxed, letting his palm rest there. Rubbing a little. He could feel Alex’s spine. Had Alex lost weight? They had gotten lunch together not that long ago, he thought. Or… no, the last time was in June. Was Alex eating poorly? Alex had a job still, didn’t he? The last time he’d lost his job and couldn’t afford food, he had kept it a secret for ages… what if that was happening again.

“Why are you here.” Jay could feel Alex swallow. 

“I wanted to check on you. You’re my best friend.”

“Am I?”

Jay’s entire body stiffened. His hands felt cold.

“Yes. Yes you are. What’s going on, Alex? Please talk to me.”

Alex looked up through his shaggy hair. His haircut had grown out a lot. His glasses had slid low on his nose. 

“I wish I could,” he said softly. Staring up at Jay. “I don’t even know what to say.”

Jay started back. Heart sinking. 

“You don’t have to say anything… I… uhm.” He puffed out air. “Want me to clean your room for you?”

Alex blinked. His face twitched a little. God, he looked exhausted. Eyes all bloodshot and veiny, deep dark circles beneath them. Face a little waxy and hollow. “What?” He asked, like he hadn’t heard Jay. 

“Do- uh, do you want me to clean your room? I can run a load of laundry for you, uhm. I can vacuum? Help you change your sheets and stuff?”

Alex stared at Jay. Seemingly in disbelief. “Uh. I- I guess- are you sure?”

Jay nodded quickly. “I’m positive. I’ll do it right now. You don’t have to do any of it, I can do it.”

Alex sat up a little more. The camera lowered from how focused it was on Jay. 

“Uhm.. okay. Okay, I guess. If you really want to-”

“I do, I really want to.”

Alex swallowed, staring at Jay like he wasn’t convinced Jay was real. “Okay, then. Uhm. Go ahead.”

Jay smiled, a little nervous, a little relieved. Progress was progress. Whatever was going on with Alex, Jay would get to the bottom of it. He would never give up on Alex. 

[lucawrites11]

I just read your Aina hc, and love the idea. So good. Do you have any headcanons of Alexia being pregnant?

alexia is a terrible pregnant person because she doesn't know how to slow down. jenni was very good at putting her feet up and being fussed over but those aren't skills that alexia putellas possesses (that word looks like it's spelt wrong to my just woken up brain)

lluc and élia are trained to tackle alexia with cuddles so she has to sit down. élia's favourite perch is on top of alexia's baby bump because she gets the best cuddles. one thing alexia never refuses is cuddles for her kids and the kids love getting them

alexia keeps running most mornings through her pregnancy because it makes her feel good but she has to stop at the thirty five week mark because aina is kicking too aggressively and it's making it hard to breathe. she has to call a not awake jenni to come pick her up who she had promised that she couldn't run at the thirty week mark. jenni has to pack both sleeping kids onto the car and says nothing the whole time. alexia takes up swimming because it less exertion on her body but still exercise. jenni becomes a life guard and makes sure she does at the same time as they take lluc and élia swimming. lluc and élia are not complaining about the daily pool trips and are sleeping better than usual because of it

alexia also aggressively nests and cleans every inch of the house and makes jenni do fifty thousand diy projects (according to jenni that was the number, the real number was around ten). lluc and élia love the room redesigns that they get out of it and lluc is obsessed with dusting because the duster looks funny

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That’s a $60-value all for only $14.99. And here’s the best part: We’ll send you a set of

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i despise how I heard his voice with every line.