#Clu Bell

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So Weird (1999-2001) ↳ Clu and Carey Bell

[soweirdondisney]

Disney Channel pamphlet from a local cable guide magazine (1999)

[infectedechoes]

Halloween AU: The Strange Girls

Some girls are mean, some girls are nice, and others go both ways.

The Serpent’s Knowledge (Part 1): Fi's search is locked on Riley when she conjured her doppelgänger. Chaos ensures and Farkle emails Fi, she gladly takes the distraction when college overwhelms her. Technomagick can't solve Fi's problems, neither can Riley's insecurities. What has he overlooked? How can Clu be of help? Sometimes softness is stronger than darkness. Even the serpent needs a friend. [Read More on FFN & Ao3]

Lilith Released (Part 2): Maya summoned Lilith but Lucas can't contain Maya, let alone a demon, and asks Annie for help. Annie has her own problems: an unexpected pregnancy during her tour. Her spirit panther becomes real, growing more protective of her. Music can't help Annie here and Maya must use her intelligence to banish Lilith. Who will survive when their worlds crossover? [Read More on FFN & Ao3]

I was inspired to do a gif set because of @ladyxboheme. Thanks to @soweirdondisney , @soweird-gifs , @fi-phillips , and @thats-so-weird for occasionally talking to me about what we thought of the show and characters.

[duranduratulsa]

Up next on my 40th Anniversary Freddy Krueger movie 🎬 🎞 🎥 🎦 📽 marathon...A Nightmare On Elm Street 2: Freddy's Revenge (1985) on glorious vintage Media Home Entertainment VHS 📼! #movie #movies #horror #anightmareonelmstreet #anightmareonelmstreet2 #anightmareonelmstreet2freddysrevenge #wescraven #RIPWesCraven #freddy #freddykrueger #robertenglund #markpatton #KimMyers #RobertRusler #sydneywalsh #clugulager #ripclugulager #HopeLange #Christieclark #joannwillette #MarshallBell #robertshaye #kerryremsen #jacksholder #davidchaskin #melindaofee #allisonbarron #racheltalalay #vintage #VHS #mediahomeentertainment #newlinecinema #80s #elmstreet40

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Envy's Grip - Sylus x Female!Reader

Summary: There was no field guide on how to handle your best friend coming back to life. But in hindsight, maybe keeping it from your crime lord boyfriend wasn’t the best course of action. 

Word Count: 6.2k

Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, rough sex, miscommunication (kind of), a sprinkle of jealous Sylus (or as jealous as he can be, he knows he's fine)

Full fic can also be found here on Ao3

Sylus was perceptive. 

It wasn’t a new trait, by any means. He had always been annoyingly aware of everything. Sometimes it seemed like he knew your own thoughts before you voiced them– though he insisted you were just easy to read and that it had nothing to do with him using his Evol to his advantage. Now was one of those times where you could tell he was scrutinizing you from afar, having picked up on the influx of emotions that overwhelmed your mind and left your body tense. 

Caleb was alive. 

The revelation had left you breathless– utterly at a loss for words as you had stared at him standing before you whole and well. Well, almost whole. The mechanical arm had thrown you for a loop, but it was his eyes that had broken down the wall of doubt between the two of you. Those bright, violet irises silently conveyed a lifetime of emotion that told you then and there that somehow, someway, your childhood friend was back from the dead. 

How the hell were you supposed to go about your day after discovering something like that? 

When Sylus had asked you the day after what had you looking so dreary, you had waved off his concern with a lie. “There’s a mandatory work meeting next weekend. All my plans with Tara are ruined.” 

He had furrowed his brow at that statement, evidently confused as to why he hadn’t heard anything about your weekend plans up until that moment. You were terrible at lying, and it felt awful to do it– especially with Sylus. You had just prayed that he would overlook your nervous behavior and let you get away with it. 

That same day, Sylus’ eyes had narrowed during lunch while you’d chewed your own nails off in favor of the roast he had cooked for the two of you, but you had done your best to play off the anxious habit as something else work related. Then you had jumped– actually jumped– when he’d walked into the living room while you’d zoned out staring at a wall, his sudden presence jerking you back to the present with your heart hammering and your eyes wide. 

“You need to wear a bell,” was all you had said when he’d asked why you were so jumpy. His lips had pursed while he’d worked a muscle in his jaw, opting to keep his innermost thoughts to himself. 

Then there was right now; your form was sloppy, and your shoulder was aching from the lack of control you threw your punches with. The boxing bag hanging from the ceiling of Sylus’ home gym swayed towards you listlessly, the lack of power in your attacks barely causing the chain to rattle the way it normally would. Using your gloved hand, you halted the bag’s momentum, your chest heaving as you drew in deep, steadying breaths to ground yourself. The sweat that dripped down your temples chilled your otherwise heated skin, and you hastily wiped the moisture away using the back of your forearm before swallowing thickly. 

You were a mess.

As you turned to make your way to the edge of the ring for your water bottle, Sylus tracked your movements with predatory-like precision. He didn’t blink, didn’t shift from his spot against the wall. It hardly looked like he was even breathing. The floor to ceiling mirrors that lined the entirety of the gym clued you in on the dark expression that crossed his face the second you turned your back to him, and a shiver that had nothing to do with the air vent overhead snaked its way down your spine. 

“How do I put this nicely…” Sylus’ deep, throaty timbre reverberated off the walls, and you did your best to ignore him as you brought your bottle to your lips. “The way you’re performing now, you’re on par to fight a toddler.” 

Prick. Water dribbled down your chin as you tightened the water cap and set the container down. “That’s what the practice ring is for. Practice. I’m not trying to show out.” 

“No, clearly you’re not. You’re trying to distract yourself.” 

Ever the discerning crime lord. “I’m working out, Sylus. Since when does that require perfect form?” Placing your hands on your hips, you glared at his reflection in the mirror. “More importantly, why are you just standing there watching? It’s weird.” 

He feigned disinterest by looking at his nails, a move that infuriated you as much as it intrigued you. Sylus always looked so effortlessly handsome. The sight of him posted up against the wall with his muscled arms crossed over his broad chest almost distracted you from the rampant thoughts about Caleb that had plagued your brain for the last two days. Almost. “You might be ‘practicing’, but you’re doing yourself a disservice by not utilizing your full potential. That stance is pathetic, and your punches couldn’t hurt a fly. To add insult to injury, you already know all of this.”

“And I really don’t care. Go find Kieran or Luke if you want to criticize someone, I’m not in the mood.”

Sylus went quiet behind you as you began unstrapping your gloves, and a few beats of silence passed before you lifted your gaze back to the mirror. He was staring at you intently, ruby red eyes flickering darkly and narrowing. It wasn’t exactly the expression he wore when he was angry– not when it still hid a sliver of possessive longing within his dark pupils. But even so, it was enough. You felt arousal curling hot in your gut at the sight, and Sylus’ eyes flicked up to your damp hair clinging to your forehead as a wicked smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. 

“Then what are you in the mood for?” Sylus purred the question, pushing off the wall to stalk over to the boxing platform. He shrugged off his jacket as he walked, tossing it haphazardly over the rope barrier before effortlessly hoisting himself up and stepping into the ring. “Want me to leave you alone? Completely? Back off and let you think about your long lost friend in peace?” 

Oh, shit. 

Your mouth fell open at the realization that he knew. How? When had he found out? Your mind whirred with the possibilities and your blood rushed to your cheeks, heating your skin and imbuing you with an overwhelming sense of guilt. It had never been like that with Caleb, but did Sylus know that? Did he think the worst? How much of the impromptu reunion was he aware of? 

“Cat got your tongue, kitten?” He goaded you further, prowling towards you without an ounce of hesitation. You held up your palms towards him as though to stop him, but he captured your smaller hands in his larger ones and threaded your fingers together, pulling you against his chest with a throaty chuckle devoid of any humor. “Did you really think I didn’t know why you’ve been so out of it lately?” 

“Sylus, I–” you stopped yourself, indignant anger taking root as you realized he had somehow invaded your privacy. “Did you follow me? You ass! How do you even know about that?”

He ignored your pointed line of questioning and pressed on with his brows furrowed. “Were you ever planning on telling me? Or would you have kept quiet and silently debated on whether or not rushing back to his side is a good plan?”

“What? Don’t you dare turn this back on me, you spied on me!” 

“I was in the city on business. Nothing special, but I wanted to stop by to see you once I was done. Imagine my surprise when I saw you in the park with him on the way to my meeting.” 

You tsk’d in annoyance, rolling your eyes in disbelief. “Business. It’s always business with you. Why does it matter that I didn’t immediately run to you to fess up about my friend not being dead?” 

“Because you lied to me.” The way he growled the blatant fact made your retort die in your throat. The anger that had burned hot in your veins cooled instantly, and you blanched as Sylus continued icily. “Taking your time to process it? That I can understand. But you looked me right in my eyes and came up with some half-assed excuse about work. You didn’t trust me with this, even though we agreed we would always be honest with one another.” 

You stammered, “Sylus, wait– I wasn’t–” 

He let go of one of your hands to capture your chin in his firm grip, forcing your eyes to meet his as he stared down at you. His hold wasn’t painful, but it was unrelenting, and the angle left you wholly at his mercy as he slipped his other hand around your back to hold you flush to him. “You weren’t what? Keeping secrets? Giving me unwarranted attitude?”

“None of this is your business!” You jerked your head out of his hold and wedged your hands between the two of you, shoving him away so abruptly that the tiniest grunt escaped his lips. Your eyes were frantic as you exclaimed, “I wouldn’t have left– I just– dammit! Just give me a minute here!”

He gave you ten seconds of uninterrupted silence. The tense kind that set your teeth on edge and made your skin crawl. Then you looked back at him, shocked to discover an icy cool expression painted across his sharp features. The unyielding wall that had existed between you both when you’d first met had been reconstructed in record time, the lack of warmth in his eyes speaking volumes of how he really felt. 

“Take all the time you need, Miss Hunter.” 

When he turned his back to you and started towards the ropes, your heart nearly gave out as your stomach plummeted into your feet. He couldn’t walk away from this– not after he had implied the worst without letting you explain. You had no clue how he even knew about Caleb, but clearly Sylus assumed your relationship with him was something more, and it scared you to think that your lover doubted you. Worse, that he doubted himself. 

Your body acted of its own accord, carrying you forward fast enough that you were able to coil your fingers around Sylus’ thick wrist. He stopped dead in his tracks, but he didn’t turn to look at you. On instinct, you darted around him so you were standing before him, then rose up onto the tips of your toes so you could crush your lips to his. 

Sylus’ reaction was slow; he inhaled sharply before his hands slowly came to the back of your neck, holding your mouth to his as an animalistic growl resonated from deep within his chest. He stepped closer to you, blindly leading you towards the edge of the ring until you felt your back press against the ropes, and Sylus used the newfound barrier to his advantage and rolled his hips against yours while his tongue delved deeper into your mouth. It was equal parts suffocating and exhilarating. Your every sense was overtaken by him– his heady scent, the muscular feeling of him, the guttural sounds he made as he devoured you. 

Sylus’ lips trailed away from yours to mouth wetly at your jaw, and your head fell back as a raspy moan escaped you when he ground his hips into you. The hard length of him was tangible through his dress pants, and the thin pair of leggings you wore did little to deter the feeling. Your hands drifted down his toned biceps and along his taut stomach before your fingers curled tellingly over his belt buckle. The tug you gave the leather material was ardent, your desires taking over your better judgement. Rational thinking had suggested you talk things out with Sylus like adults. To speak to him about loyalty and remind him that he had nothing to worry about as far as Caleb was concerned. 

But bringing up Caleb right now was the absolute last thing you wanted to do. Fucking like adults might also do the trick. 

An airy whimper sounded from you as Sylus roughly brushed your hands away from his belt, taking control of the situation and yanking your sweat-soaked t-shirt over your head. Your sports-bra went next, and the peaks of your breasts pebbled in response to the cold air surrounding you. When you blinked up at the man through hazy eyes, his own orbs were dark and hooded, and the way he licked his lips made you want to kiss him again badly. You weren’t far gone enough to think you deserved it yet, though– not even when Sylus leaned forward to start mouthing down your throat, his tongue trailing against your sweat-slick skin as he descended lower and lower. 

Just when you thought Sylus would end up on his knees in front of you, he was back to his full height. He wasted little time taking you by the hips and assertively guiding you down to the floor of the boxing ring. Dazed, you blinked up at the white haired man, staring at him long enough to catch sight of the strained expression he hid behind his calm facade. It almost looked like he was pained. It confused you, but questioning it wasn’t possible once Sylus shuffled down to settle between your legs. 

You felt his blunt nails scrape against your hip bones as he tugged your panties and leggings away, tossing both of them aside before laying flat between your bent knees. He wasn’t looking at you. He wasn’t talking with you the way he normally would when the two of you were intimate. In fact, there wasn’t anything that was intimate about this aside from you being fully exposed to him. There he was, fully clothed between your legs and inches away from your womanhood, and yet not a lick of warmth emanated from him. 

Suddenly, your morose thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of Sylus licking a broad, flat stripe up your slit, your breath catching as the man took care to add a sinful amount of pressure to your bundle of nerves. 

“Fuck,” you managed to wheeze, your hands flying to Sylus’ soft locs as he wrapped his lips around your clit, then sucked hard enough that your back arched off the floor. Another rough moan escaped you as Sylus splayed his fingers against the underside of your thigh and dug his nails into the tender flesh there. He did the same with your other leg, and the bruising strength he held your legs apart with was something that enticed you as much as it confused you. 

Make no mistake: rough sex with Sylus was always phenomenal, and it was most definitely something you enjoyed partaking in. But there was a missing puzzle piece here– something irregular that had your heart weighing heavy in your chest as you gazed breathlessly to the ceiling. 

You wished Sylus would say something. He hadn’t since you had grabbed for him just minutes prior, nor had he let you undress him like you’d wanted to. The disappointing memory of him crudely swatting your hands away from his belt returned to you then and imbued you with a lingering sense of remorse. Shit, you would settle for him just looking at you by this point. Anything other than the cold, rigid version of your lover before you now. 

Unbeknownst to your internal turmoil, Sylus sat back on his haunches and slid his hands to your waist, flipping you over onto your stomach and allowing for him to manhandle your legs apart. Part of you wanted to protest against the position, but then you felt your lover begin to mouth hotly down your spine and press chaste kisses to your warm skin, and your inhibitions started to melt. It was the first real show of Sylus’ softer side. The gentle press of his index finger against your entrance further derailed your train of thought, and as Sylus slowly breached your fluttering walls with the digit, you couldn’t help but breathe out a soft moan.  

The tenderness left you shaking– trembling–  for more. 

As Sylus started to pump his finger slowly, he took care to remain incredibly attentive to the way you wriggled and keened for more, your face half-buried in the crook of your arm. His free hand came to rub soothing circles against your hip as he gingerly added a second finger to join the first, and the tantalizing stretch had you gasping and squeezing your eyes shut. “F-Fuck, Sylus,” you mumbled, the words muffled slightly by your own arm pressed against your lips. 

You felt Sylus lean forward, his warm breath fanning across your ear as he asked, “Does it feel good?” 

You rocked your hips back onto the fingers easing you open, nodding and gasping breathlessly as the crime lord pressed against your inner walls incessantly in search of that one spot he knew would reduce you to a babbling mess. It didn’t take long for him to find it. Before long, Sylus slid his fingers deeper and curled them up, and the sudden jolt of pleasure that ran through you caused you to mewl your lover's name loudly. 

Taking your reactions as his cue, Sylus proceeded to work you with his fingers faster, brushing the pads of his digits over that magical spot within you every time without fail. The overwhelming sensations left your body quaking as fiery hot arousal coursed through your veins, the beginnings of your climax festering in your gut. As blissful as it was, you had no desire to end things like this; on your knees and with your back to Sylus while he used his damn hands to undo you. 

Blearily, you pushed yourself up with your arms, craning your head around to stare at the man through your lashes. “C-Come on, Sylus,” you implored him weakly. “Please?” 

Sylus met your gaze for the briefest of moments, his eyes dancing away before you could get a good look at him. He mercifully withdrew his fingers, trailing the appendages against your inner thighs and inducing a wave of goosebumps along your skin, then sat back to begin removing his clothing. It was methodical– swift, even. All you could do was watch in the reflection of the mirror as Sylus stripped himself bare without your aid, tossing his clothes off to the side of the boxing ring before returning to his kneeled position behind you. 

Sighing, you ran your hand through your hair dejectedly, accepting that Sylus’ colder nature was your own fault. How could you blame him? Beyond keeping the truth about Caleb from him, you had pushed him away when he’d tried to get close to you. It didn’t look good for you, and you found yourself lowering yourself back to the ground with your face buried in the crook of your arm. Whether you were hiding from Sylus or your own embarrassment, you didn’t know. 

As Sylus lined himself up with your wet entrance, the tiniest sigh escaped him when the blunt head of his cock rubbed softly against you. His firm, warm hands settled on your hips as he asked, “Ready?” 

You could sass him, or rush him along, or just generally be an ass to him in response to him being so closed off, but you didn’t. The air between the two of you was different than it was before, even though Sylus was keeping all his sweetness to himself. You told yourself that you didn’t deserve it anyways and nodded shakily. 

At your confirmation, Sylus sighed and squeezed your hips, then began to sink his thick, perfect cock deep inside of you with slow, gentle thrusts. You gasped and hid your face in your arms, rocking back onto the larger man as you muffled needy little noises against your skin. When Sylus bottomed out, he moaned and ran his hands up your sides, over your ribs, so gentle and so fucking nice that you kind of wished he would just rail you through the floor of the ring. How amazingly soft he was being while distancing himself was making your chest ache. 

It didn’t last long, thankfully. When Sylus gave an experimental roll of his hips and found you more than a little eager for his cock, he groaned and pulled back farther before ramming his dick into you, and the way you cried out for it covered the throaty moan that had escaped his lips. The crime lord set the pace just like that; hard and fast, impaling you and wringing gasping cries out of you easily. The arch of your back let Sylus’ cock slide along your sweet spot with every rough thrust, and the feeling had your eyes fucking crossing. 

It was too good. Your thoughts were crashing, noisy moans sounding from you freely. You were entirely sure you were drooling all over the padding of the ring’s floor, but you didn’t really care when Sylus was fucking you so thoroughly. The fingers digging into your hips pulled you back hard even as Sylus pounded his cock into your wet, tight heat, leaving you completely and utterly helpless for it. 

You didn’t know if Sylus had a cruel streak or a merciful one, because eventually he peeled one hand off of your hip and wound it immediately into your hair, and then you knew you were fucked. So very fucked. And not just by the cock driving you crazy. 

Sylus yanked your hair– just a little on the side of painful– and you couldn’t help the way you fucking wailed Sylus’ name, your thighs shaking and your hips slamming back into his fast thrusts. When he pulled again, you obediently scrambled up onto your weak hands, your shoulders trembling and your stomach churning with wanton pleasure. Sylus leaned down and moaned in your ear, his grip on your hair unrelenting as he urged, “Say my name, say my name for me, come on…” 

You didn’t even have to think about it. You leaned your head back against Sylus’ shoulder and gasped his name over and over, your voice pitched high and desperate from the way his cock owned you so perfectly. Sylus’ soft sounds were driving you mad for him, eager to hear his voice again, to hear the white haired man tell you how good you were. The hand pulling at your hair made it impossible to form words, though, save for the increasingly needy cries of Sylus’ name and shaky iterations of please, please, please. 

The floor of the boxing ring creaked as Sylus pressed the two of you back down against its surface to speed up, his hips slapping against your ass so aggressively that you couldn’t help but scream for him, the pleas coming in shaking sobs. 

Even though Sylus was so thoroughly possessing you and fucking his cock straight into your cervix, something was still keeping you from getting close. It felt so good, absolutely amazing, but you couldn’t finish like this. Not when Sylus was biting his lip against his own noisy moans. Not when Sylus hadn’t said your name once this entire time. Not when Sylus had yet to look you in the eyes. 

Whining, you turned your head forward so you could look at him in the reflection of the mirror straight ahead. The muscles of his back rippled with effort as he continued pumping his hips, and his own forehead was pressed into your shoulder so he didn’t have to look at you. The change in your breathy sounds caught his attention, however, and Sylus slowed his hips to a rough grind to give the two of you a damn break. He finally lifted his dark, fucked-out gaze to yours, and proceeded to finally made eye contact with you in the mirror. Even hazy with lust, you could still pick out the hurt in Sylus’ eyes. 

You had put that there. 

Squeezing your eyes shut, you whimpered and spread your fingers out against the padded floor, an unspoken invitation. After a long moment of consideration, Sylus mouthed at your sweat-slick shoulder and carefully unwound his fingers from your tangled hair to twine them together with yours. You gripped his hand tight and shivered for him, rocking back into now-gentle thrusts with a soft moan of his name. 

“I’m s-sorry,” you breathed, looking back at Sylus from over your shoulder. “I’m sorry, Sylus.” 

He stilled then, his free hand moving to tenderly brush your sweaty bangs out of your eyes. He didn’t respond yet, though, instead pulling out entirely to ease you over onto your back. 

Winding your violently trembling legs loosely around his waist, you wiggled as Sylus leaned back over you and aligned himself with your throbbing center once again. When he slid home, it was slow and easy, leaving the two of you gasping. To make things even better, Sylus reached over to grab both of your hands before lacing your fingers together again, balancing easily on his elbows so his chest was nearly flush to yours. It was so close, so damn intimate, and so much better than you deserved that you couldn’t even begin to hope for anything more. 

Sylus was so kind, though. He was thoughtful and courteous and so damn sweet, and he nudged your nose with his own before he finally kissed you again, thank god. You whimpered pitifully, squeezing his hands while he slid his tongue easily between your lips, deepening the kiss and drawing a keening moan from your sore throat. 

This time, Sylus’ thrusts were steady and slow, following an even tempo that left you sputtering against his lips. 

It was a world apart from earlier. Before, Sylus had been fucking you, marking you like you were his territory, holding back even as he let loose some wild, animalistic part of himself brought on by you pushing him away. 

Now, by some grace from god or by virtue of Sylus’ incredible capacity for dealing with your shit, it was like he was making love to you, his cock continuing to fill you up so good but just slow enough that you had time to understand how amazing he made you feel. Sort of. As much as you could understand when you were whispering Sylus’ name against his lips, your voice still rough from screaming and hitching audibly when he thrusted into you. 

You swallowed thickly to coat your dry throat, then opened your eyes to stare up at him again. 

Sylus had pulled back enough that he could see the faces you were making perfectly, how flushed your cheeks were, and how watery your eyes were. Being watched so intimately caused you to flush darker, and you closed your eyes again and arched your back with a broken groan when Sylus’ cock slid over your sweet spot once again. 

“Sylus,” you moaned, sliding your thighs further up his sides and spreading them wider. “Sylus, you’re so good…”

You felt as Sylus bumped your noses together again, squeezing your hands with a contented sigh. You were more than okay with the pace things were moving at, especially once your lover brushed his lips against your cheeks so incredibly tenderly and thrust deeper into you. Spine rounding again, you let loose a shuddering gasp before your mouth fell open with an airy whisper of Sylus’ name. 

“You look so good like this,” Sylus purred, the sound of his voice sending you reeling once again. It was beyond unfair how Sylus had you wrapped around his finger. You instinctively tightened around his cock, and the lecherous moan the action pulled from him made your stomach flip. He chuckled softly shortly thereafter and squeezed your hands again, “So pretty, you know that, kitten? And you take me so well, with the prettiest little noises. God, the noises you make…” 

You were losing your fucking mind. You rolled your head to the side with a bitten-back whimper, your body rocking perfectly into Sylus’ thrusts. There was no way you could have known that the way Sylus whispered to you would set you so on edge, but you had missed it so badly in the seemingly endless period of time you’d had to go without it. Sylus’ praises made you so hot, so damn brainless that you didn’t know what to do with yourself, and the bastard knew it. When Sylus sped up, you were still helpless– still unable to do anything other than gasp your lover’s name into the humid air between you both. 

Even as he smiled down at you and chuckled at the way you fell apart, Sylus’ own voice was growing breathier, his moans louder. Apparently you weren’t the only one so deeply affected. 

“I can feel you getting close, kitten,” Sylus moaned against you, his hips moving in deep, quick thrusts that filled you up easily. You licked your lips and cracked open your bleary eyes to watch as Sylus’ brows pinched together in response to your walls clamping down on his cock harder. With a stammered moan of your name, Sylus’ head drooped between his shoulders as he murmured, “You feel incredible. You’re so good for me.” 

That was what you needed more than anything. Sylus moaning your name while his thrusts picked up with more force, his teeth worrying his lip as he fought against his bone-deep urge to finish. Your name spoken by Sylus would forever be your favorite sound, and hearing it now was driving you straight to the edge and building your orgasm up quickly in your gut. Your moans spiked into breathy cries, your muscles tensing and twitching in earnest. Unable to stop yourself, you started to beg, “S-Sylus, Sylus, I’m almost– I’m– please, Sylus–”

Sylus obliged your senseless word babble. He untangled your fingers from his so he could sit up on his heels, looping his arms under your back to bring you with him. With you balanced easily in his lap, Sylus kept one arm around your midsection while the other came to grip your hip before he started thrusting again, his cock angling up and hitting you so deep and so perfect that you were certain you were seeing stars. Your hands flew frantically to Sylus’ toned shoulders, your nails digging in for purchase as that telltale sensation in the pit of your stomach grew stronger and more potent. 

Once Sylus breathed your name again, his voice trailing off into a raspy, rumbling moan, it was more than enough to carry you over the edge. 

Your breasts pressed into Sylus’ chest as your spine arched, your climax crashing over you violently and rendering your brain useless. Sylus groaned long and loud as you clenched impossibly further around his cock, and as you clung desperately to him and buried your face into the crook of his neck, he managed to thrust once, then twice, before he came with a shuddering groan. 

Sylus curled around you possessively and ground against you mindlessly, his large hands gripping you so tightly that you were certain they would leave bruises in their wake. He continued to mumble your name breathlessly into your ear as the two of you came down together, and eventually you were able to think through the pleasured fog that still tinged your vision. 

You continued to breathe heavily, your limbs shaking and twitching as you clenched your eyes shut and continued to hide your looming shame in the crook of Sylus’ neck. The only thing that pulled you out of your makeshift cocoon was the feeling of the larger man’s lips pressing against the top of your head, and you jolted almost violently at the attention. 

“Damn, sweetie,” Sylus said roughly, his hand trailing up your bare back to hold the nape of your neck. “You’re still shaking an awful lot. Are you alright?” 

You were silent for a long time, trying and failing to get your breathing under control again while Sylus simply cradled you. There was nothing you wanted more than to keep holding him, to keep him from leaving you and walking away, but as the dust settled around the two of you, you remembered how bad you had actually fucked up. So you waited for Sylus to release you, to stop mumbling sweet nothings into the top of your head, to banish you from his home entirely and send you back to Linkon City. 

But he didn’t do any of those things. He surprised you by lowering his own head so it was right beside yours, using his chin to gently nudge you out of your hiding spot in his shoulder so he could look at you. “I’m going to need an answer, sweetie, because I’m becoming increasingly worried that I hurt you.” 

“I’m sorry, Sylus,” you mumbled, avoiding meeting his gaze in favor of directing your words to his chest. Your voice was meek and pitiful, and your lower lip trembled as you tried and failed to fight the influx of tears that welled in your eyes. “I’m sorry.”

At first, Sylus was quiet. You felt his arms slide away from your back, and for a split second you were convinced that he was going to shove you away and end things with you then and there. But then his hands reappeared between the two of you, tentatively cupping your jaw to angle your face up at him. He looked at you curiously, sweeping his thumb under your eyes to catch the stray tears that slipped down your cheeks. His voice was calm and gentle when he finally asked, “What exactly are you apologizing for?” 

“For lying to you. For saying those hurtful things. I know I was overwhelmed by Caleb just… showing up the way he did, but that was no excuse for being so cruel to you.” You swallowed, your brow furrowing as you stared up at the literal love of your life and became overtaken by a fresh dose of remorse. “I don’t want to leave you. I don’t want Caleb. I don’t want you to think that you’ve been some replacement for him this entire time because I never had feelings like that for him. I should have been honest from the jump instead of getting so defensive. I’m really, really sorry, Sylus.” 

Sylus seemed to mull your confession over– always so careful about picking his words. It was a trait that you could certainly stand to learn from, if only you could manage to stop talking out of your ass for five seconds. 

“I didn’t exactly broach the subject with you delicately,” he admonished with a grimace. “I didn’t stop to consider that your childhood friend was back from the dead. I just assumed the worst and jumped head first into the conversation with that thought driving me. So for that, I’m sorry.” 

A watery smile stretched across your face, and you wrapped your arms around Sylus’ waist with your ear pressed against his chest, the steady thrum of his heartbeat soothing your previously frayed nerves. “So does this mean you forgive me?” 

To your mild surprise, Sylus laughed. Softly, and far from the mean-spirited kind. He returned your embrace eagerly, tracing small circles against your back with his fingers as he shook his head to himself. “There’s hardly that much to forgive. You’ve said worse things to me in the past, remember?” 

“Don’t make me beg. Just answer the question.” 

“Yes, kitten. I forgive you.” 

Sighing contentedly, you felt Sylus press a quick kiss to your forehead before holding you tighter to him, then he rose swiftly and easily, not at all slowed down by hoisting you up along with him. You yelped a little in alarm and wrapped your legs around his waist, entirely at his mercy as he somehow managed to duck under the ropes of the boxing ring with you coiled around him like a baby monkey. “Where are we going?” 

“To shower. I have every intention of making the most of your apologetic mood. And I think I might like to see you beg a little.” 

You sat upright in his firm hold, placing your hand on his chest to put a modicum of space between the two of you. “But you said you forgave me! What about Luke and Kieran?! Your room is on the other side of the house– Sylus, we’re naked!” 

Undeterred, Sylus flashed you his trademark smirk– the one that never failed to lower your inhibitions. “Oh, I forgive you. But since I have heard worse things from you before, the way I see it is you can go ahead and earn some more forgiveness while you’re at it.” 

Anxious beyond belief at the prospect of the twins seeing you in the nude, you shoved at Sylus more and scrambled to get out of his hold. He was having none of it, however, and swiftly readjusted his grip so he could toss you over his shoulder, your rear on full display in the event anyone crossed paths with the two of you. When you frantically started kicking your legs and hitting his back, he returned the motion with a playful slap to your ass that pulled a loud yelp from your lips. 

You loved the man with all your heart. You truly couldn’t fathom yourself ever leaving him, nor could you imagine your life without him. He brought a certain excitement to your otherwise dull day-to-day that you treasured and valued endlessly. 

But be that as it may, you were so, so going to kill him for this. 

[freakmcnastyy]

Late realizations

Kang Woo-young x f!reader (fluff, one-shot)

Summary: Y/n loved him for years. He was too blind to see it—until one day. Turns out, he falls harder than she ever did.

Note: Inspired by a request from @speedywizardland ! Hope you enjoy it!

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It was back in elementary school. Kang Woo-young wasn’t strong or scary like he is now. Actually, he was the total opposite. A quiet kid who got bullied all the time. The kind of kid no one noticed.

He always wore this oversized gray coat. The sleeves were so long, they covered his hands. His bangs fell over his eyes, and he avoided eye contact like it’d kill him. He always sat in the very back of the class.

⸻

It was lunchtime.

In the empty lot behind the school, four kids had cornered Woo-young. One of them snatched his bag and threw it on the ground.

“What’s wrong, huh? Cat got your tongue or are you just mute?”

The others burst out laughing.

Woo-young kept his head down. Didn’t say a word. Eyes locked on the dirt.

Then, footsteps. Quick. Sharp.

You.

“Hey!” you yelled. Your voice cracked, but it was loud. “What kind of losers gang up on one kid?!”

They turned, surprised. You were tiny even back then, but the fire in your eyes made all four of them step back. You dropped your bag and stood in front of Woo-young.

“What, you mad ‘cause he won’t talk to you? Maybe he just doesn’t see anything worth talking to.”

Silence.

Then one kid mumbled, “Maniac..” and walked off. The others followed.

You exhaled, turned to look at him. He was still hunched over, breathing heavy.

“You okay?” you asked softly.

Woo-young lifted his head. There was something in his eyes—part shock, part something else.

“…Thanks,” he whispered.

Voice small. Embarrassed. But hopeful.

You smiled. “I’m Y/n. I got your back now, alright? I won’t let them hurt you again.”

Right there, in that frozen lot, in the middle of winter, two kids made a promise.

One started to fall—without even realizing. The other felt safe for the first time.

⸻

High school was a quiet war zone.

Uniforms. Rules. Bell rings.

But mostly? The stares.

People whispered a thousand things without saying a word.

For you, this school was a graveyard— One that buried the brave kid you used to be.

You didn’t shout anymore. You were quieter now.

More alone.

And some kids… Some kids were just pathetic.

A few of them made it a routine— Targeting you at the end of every break. It was always with words.

The kind that cut just enough to leave marks you couldn’t point at.

They’d giggle like,

“Look at her, alone again.”

Like it was funny.

Then one day—

You were at the far end of the hallway.

Break had ended five minutes ago.

Classrooms were empty. Teachers gone.

Some kids cornered you.

You backed up—

But didn’t look away.

“Enough!” you said. “What do you want from me?”

Your voice wavered, but you stood your ground.

Just as one of them stepped forward—

Footsteps. Heavy. Steady. Tense.

Kang Woo-young.

He wasn’t the same Woo-young anymore.

He’d grown. Broad shoulders. Different walk. Eyes sharper. His bangs still hung low, and that usual bored expression sat on his lips like it belonged there.

People got quiet when they saw him.

“Hey.”

He didn’t raise his voice,

But it filled the whole hallway.

The guys flinched.

“You messing with her now?” he said, walking closer.

“How many times do I gotta warn you?”

One of them tried to joke it off.

“Dude, chill. We were just playing.”

Woo-young leaned in, dropped to eye level.

“You want me to beat one of you to get the message? Is that it?”

Silence.

“She might be the nice one,” he said, “but I’m not.”

They scattered like dust.

Then he looked at you.

⸻

The school rooftop.

“Off-limits” to everyone else. But to Woo-young, it was an escape route. He climb the rusted fire stairs like it was second nature.

At the top step, he pulled out a cigarette. Flicked the lighter.

Click. Click. Click.

The wind wouldn’t let it catch.

Then—

It did.

A sigh left his lips. Smoke curled into the air.

He heard steps behind him. Not loud. Not clumsy. Steps he knew.

From the part of his heart that still remembered.

You.

“Y/n?” he muttered, without turning.

You were a little out of breath. “You called me.”

“I didn’t.”

“You did—with your eyes.”

Woo-young let out a small laugh.

That half-mocking smile curling at one side of his mouth.

There was space between you.

Then he turned.

Your eyes met.

“Tell me something,” he said.

“When did they shut you up like this?”

You glanced at the rooftop’s concrete.

“Being quiet’s easier sometimes,” you said.

“You don’t have to deal with the bullshit. You don’t have to talk back.”

Woo-young shook his head.

“Doesn’t suit you.”

He exhaled again. Slow. Smoke trailing from his nose.

“The first time I saw you— Remember? Four kids had me cornered. Your voice was shaking, but you weren’t scared. Back then I thought, ‘This girl might be the bravest person in the world.’”

You laughed a little.

Woo-young sat down, back against the wall.

His cigarette spun between his fingers.

“I hate seeing you like this.”

You froze.

His voice had softened. Slowed down. Tired. Kinda cracked.

He looked up at the sky.

“…Feels like it’s my turn now.

Even if it’s dumb as hell.”

You turned to him.

“I’m gonna offer you something. You ready?”

You raised a brow.

“What?”

“You gotta pretend to be my girlfriend.”

Silence.

The wind kicked up.

Hair blew into your face.

He looked away. Smiled, that kind of smile where not even he knew if it was nerves or something else.

“…Are you being serious right now?” you asked.

Woo-young stood up.

Eyes locked on yours.

“No matter how many times I warn them, they don’t get it. They still think you’ve got no one. No backup.”

He took a step forward.

Hands on your shoulders.

“Yeah, we’ve been distant. But you’re still my closest friend.

You don’t have to actually be my girlfriend.

Just… look like it.

So no one comes near you.”

You narrowed your eyes.

“…This is so dumb.”

He dropped the cigarette. Crushed it under his foot. Grinned.

“No arguing. It’s settled, guardian angel.”

⸻

Back at school, everything felt… too quiet.

That kind of quiet right before a storm.

Even your footsteps echoed like gossip.

Woo-young? He didn’t care.

Collar popped. Tie stuffed in his pocket.

Hands deep in his coat.

He walked like he was daring someone to talk shit.

You… weren’t so calm.

Every stare burned a little.

Behind you, whispers:

— “No way… She’s with Woo-young?”

— “When did that happen?”

— “Bet he’s just messing with her. No way he’d date anyone.”

Your jaw clenched.

You stole a glance at Woo-young.

But he just kept chewing his gum like he couldn’t hear a damn thing.

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A few days passed like that.

During break time, the classroom door opened.

And in walked one of the most popular girls in school.

The type that makes everyone turn their heads when she smiles.

Yeah, that type.

You were never close with her.

But now, she walked straight up to Woo-young.

Leaning in, she lowered her voice.

But of course, you heard.

“Woo-young… there’s a party this Friday. You didn’t show up last week. Want to come with me this time?”

There was a second of silence. Your hand moved toward your pencil case… but stopped. Woo-young tilted his head slightly, eyes fixed on the girl.

“I’m hanging out with my girlfriend.” A crack formed on the girl’s face—like no one had ever rejected her before.

She smiled, but it was the mocking kind. Then she glanced at you. Cold. Arrogant. And walked away.

You buried your head in your books. But Woo-young leaned closer. Nudging your elbow.

“You jealous?”

“No.”

“I mean, if you were—”

“I’m not.” You rolled your eyes, but your heart was pounding again.

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After school, the two of you walked together. Not saying much. But even the silence felt… weirdly close now.

Like there was this invisible thread between you. With every step, it stretched. It didn’t break—but it was getting thicker.

When you reached the small, quiet park at the corner, Woo-young suddenly stopped.

“My hand’s freezing,” he said, glancing at you sideways.

You hadn’t even noticed. It was chilly, the wind brushing your neck. But your heart was warm. So you didn’t feel the cold.

“Give me that,” Woo-young muttered. And he slid your hand into his coat pocket. Your hand was so warm.

You swallowed. But didn’t say anything. He held it, fingers gently brushing against yours.

“Feels more real like this, doesn’t it?” he mumbled, eyes not meeting yours. Still thought this was all just acting.

You tilted your head a little.

“Yeah…” you said.

Woo-young pulled you closer. Like someone might see—though the park was empty. Your head rested on his shoulder. You didn’t know why you did it, but it felt… right.

He smelled like cologne. Clean. But beneath that, a little sweat. A little smoke. Exactly like Woo-young.

“You’re getting used to this pretty fast,” he said with a grin. But there was one thing he didn’t know.

You weren’t just acting anymore.

Then Woo-young pulled out his phone. Turned on the front camera.

“Smile. We’ve known each other for years and don’t even have one photo together.”

You leaned in, smiling without meaning to.

Flash.

He looked at the screen. “We look insanely cool.”

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That day, you didn’t wait for him after school.

For the first time.

You slung your bag over your shoulder, walking slowly through the hallway.

Usually, Woo-young would be leaning against the wall somewhere.

Chewing gum, standing tall.

“You’re late again, dumbass.”

But this time…

That corner was empty.

Your eyes didn’t search for him when you walked out the school gate.

But your heart did.

And then… you saw him.

A little ahead.

Hands in his pockets, talking to a girl.

Her voice carried even from a distance—bubbly, loud, a little flirty.

But what stung the most… was Woo-young’s laugh.

Warm.

Real.

Unfiltered.

Your throat tightened. You looked away. Quietly walked in the opposite direction.

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That night, you stayed in. The room was dim. The air, cold.

You didn’t check your phone.

No notifications.

You weren’t waiting.

But… you kind of were.

In your head, quietly:

“At least ask… where I was.”

But the phone stayed silent.

And so did you.

Woo-young didn’t realize anything that day. He laughed, moved on. Thought it was just another normal day.

But something was missing.

Lying in bed, staring at the ceiling,

there was a ringing in the silence.

Maybe it was your voice.

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The next day, you crossed paths at school.

But just walked by.

No glance. No pause.

Woo-young frowned.

“Is she mad or something?”

It bugged him.

You know that feeling when something gets taken from you, and you don’t even notice at first?

But suddenly—it’s missing.

He went up to the rooftop during break.

Usually, you’d go together.

This time, he was alone.

Lit a cigarette.

Leaned back, watched the smoke.

“Why do I feel like this?”

“Why’s it so damn quiet?”

He remembered the way you looked at him.

It wasn’t how friends look at each other.

Not anymore.

“Shit… could it be…?”

Something stirred inside.

Barely. Gently.

But it was there.

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School was over.

Everyone was leaving.

You were slowly packing up your books, not in a rush.

Right then, Woo-young walked in.

Laughing with his friends.

But then he saw you.

The way you moved.

How your hair fell off your shoulder.

That tiny strand slipping down as you bent over your book…

Just a moment.

So fast.

But it hit him. Hard. His steps halted.

Even the noise around him disappeared for a second.

All he could think was:

“When did she get this pretty?”

Like you were someone else. But not really.

Still the same girl who hated when he smoked,

who cried at stupid dramas…

But something had changed.

He took a step. Then another.

Came closer.

When you looked up, your eyes met.

He gave you a soft smile.

Woo-young’s heart tripped for a beat.

He scratched the back of his head.

Not shy—just trying to settle the chaos inside.

And then… he forgot what he was gonna say.

Usually, it’d be something dumb like

“Still being a nerd, huh?”

or

“Let’s hit the store.”

But this time…

nothing came out.

Because he was looking at you.

Really looking.

No jokes. No act.

You noticed the shift in his gaze. But said nothing. Just looked away, barely.

⸻

When he got home, hedidn’t even change. Sat on the edge of his bed. Looked at his hands for a long while.

Silence.

Then you closed your eyes.

Saw your face.

That tiny smile.

The little dimple.

The way you tucked your hair behind your ear.

He swallowed. Got annoyed.

Stood up, paced.

Tugged at the collar of his shirt, leaned against the wall, then sat again, head in hands.

“Nah. I’m not like that.

I don’t fall.

Love? That shit’s dumb. Doesn’t work in my world.”

But he was just lying to himself.

⸻

The rain had just started when you both stopped by the market near Woo-young’s place. It was a small one. The weather had flipped fast.

Neither of you had umbrellas.

“Run!” he shouted, grabbing your hand and pulling you along.

You ran together, laughing, to the apartment.

Power seemed to be out.

The elevator wasn’t working.

“Of course, this would happen,” he grumbled, punching the button.

He pushed his wet hair back, breathing heavily.

“Stairs?”

“Got a better idea?”

⸻

By the fifth floor, you were both gasping.

Woo-young was ahead, then suddenly turned around.

You crashed into him.

Almost tripped, but he caught you—reflexively.

Arms wrapped around your waist.

Pulled you close. Without thinking.

Your breaths were so close.

Your lips… nearly touched.

You locked eyes.

Your heart thudded wildly.

His hands stayed.

Still holding you close.

Your voice was shaky, “You gonna let go?”

But you didn’t really want him to. You wanted to stay in that warmth.

His voice came out low. A bit raspy. A bit rough.

“I liked it…”

“You messing with me again?”

“No.”

He paused. Just stared. Then finally stepped back. Last second. Like hitting the brakes.

Shrugged.

“C’mon. Two more floors.”

You watched him walk up.

Your head was a mess.

⸻

You finally made it to his apartment. The weather still gloomy. It was a little cold. Shoes off, bags on the counter.

He went to the kitchen, pulled out two cold cans of Coke, handed you one.

You sat cross-legged on the couch. Still a little damp. He sat next to you.

Neither of you said much. Just background noise from the TV filled the space.

Woo-young popped his can open.

It fizzed over his hand.

He wiped it but looked annoyed.

“Can I say something?” you said quietly.

“Hm?”

“I was in love with you when we were kids.”

Silence.

He turned slowly.

Looked at you, trying to find some meaning.

Then his brows furrowed. Voice soft:

“What?”

“Maybe I kept protecting you all the time hoping you’d fall for me too.”

His hand relaxed. He let the can go. Leaned back on the couch.

But his eyes never left you.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

You shrugged.

Your voice still shook, but was clearer this time.

“I don’t know… Thought you wouldn’t even wanna be friends with me.”

Silence again.

His fingers tapped lightly on his knee. He stared at you for a long moment. And when your eyes finally met…

Something broke loose inside him.

“I used to feel something for you too, back then. When you were around, I felt… safe. Never had that with anyone else.”

He paused. His hand moved toward yours. Slowly this time.

On purpose.

Touched you. Didn’t look away.

His voice cracked a little, “Thought I got over it. But the day you ignored me… That’s when I realized I still love you.”

It was the first time he’d said something that real. That clear.

The couch suddenly felt too small.

Your eyes said it all—

We can’t pretend like nothing’s there anymore.

[mbari-blog]

Meet the psychedelic jelly

This jelly’s vibrant colors and far-out appearance clued scientists into a unique find.

Of all the jellies that call the ocean’s midnight zone home, the psychedelic jelly (Crossota millsae) is one of the most stunning. Its wildly colorful appearance—ruby red, bright orange, and electric purple—first tipped off scientists that they had found a previously unknown species.

But a closer look offered scientists another surprise: This species is one of a handful of jellies that bear live young.

The female psychedelic jelly broods her babies on those crimson canals that radiate out inside her bell. Mom carries more than a single baby at once.

The developing young get their nutrition from mom. In their shelter beneath her bell, the little jellies grow bigger and bigger, even sprouting tentacles while still attached to their mother. 

When the juvenile jelly outgrows its shelter, it pulses free and swims off to live on its own. As the juvenile grows, its lavender color fades, developing the tangerine pigmentation typical of adults.

[scorpioriesling]

49 + 58 ridoc. pls i beg your ridoc fics are !!!

Fresh Out The Slammer

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Pairing(s): Ridoc x reader

Warnings: flufffff

Summary: You realize that your biggest let down from the wrong person might have sent you running toward the right one.

SR’s Note: Ahhhhh soft fluffy Ridoc? Gimme him! Haha. I hope you all enjoy. <3 This uses prompts 49 and 58 from my prompt request masterlist!

Tags: @mellowmusings @rcarbo1 @lilah-asteria @kitsunetori @velarisdusk @nctsawrus @lreadsstuff @desprrssooo-espresssooooo @freakishfandomfiend (inbox me or comment if you'd like to be added!)

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The confidence thrumming through your veins had you itching in your seat, not paying a lick of attention to whatever Professor Kaori was talking about. Violet side-eyed you; however, she could guess what had you all anxious this morning.

Today was the day after all, and she was the one you'd turned to for confidence in your decision.

The class ending bell sounded, and you practically lept from your seat. Your eyes searched near the doorway, and sure enough; the strawberry blonde had made his way to the exit.

"Better hurry," Violet teased, gathering her own things. "He'll get away from you if you're too slow."

You gave her a quick hug, then began hurriedly scootching past students to get to the end of the row. You caught a few furrowed brows, but you were on a mission. Nothing could stop you, not even-

"Where you running off to?"

You barely turned, catching a glimpse of him out of the corner of your eye.

"I'm trying to catch up to Sawyer," you explained to his best friend, who only raised an eyebrow at you.

"Oh? Why?" He asked curiously. You huffed, pushing past more and more students as the brunette struggled to keep up.

"Today's the day, Ridoc -- didn't Violet tell you?"

He shrugged, keeping in step with you.

"No, what's-"

You loosed a breath, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him to the wall to talk. The sea of students continued to rage around you, and you made sure to spot Sawyer before proceeding. Sure enough, he was near Professor Duvera's office door talking with a few of your other squadmates.

You turned back to Ridoc, who's gaze was focused on where your hand touched his arm. You dropped it, and leaned in conspiratorially.

"I'm asking him today," you whispered excitedly. Ridoc raised an eyebrow.

"Asking him..."

"To formal! Silly," you nudged his arm, and his face fell. Suddenly, the air between the two of you felt more... serious.

He was silent for a moment, simply staring at you before speaking again.

"I... didn't know, you were asking him." He says slowly, and your brows knit.

"I mean... yeah. I was planning to; why, do you think I shouldn't?"

Ridoc sighed and shrugged.

"He'd be insane to say no, but..."

"But, what?" Your tone was firmer. "Do you know something I don't?"

Ridoc shrugged, feigning nonchalance. "No, I just... I mean, what if someone else wanted to ask you?"

You laughed.

"Yeah right."

"I'm serious! You need to be careful -- what if he says no?"

You frowned. "You sound real protective over this situation, which you only were clued in on a few minutes ago."

He shakes his head. "No, no I just don't want to see a friend hurt." He fumbles. You cast a sly smile, peeking over his shoulder to locate Sawyer once more. Thank the Gods he hasn't moved.

"If I didn't know better, I'd think you didn't want me to ask him," you tease. "Oh my God, Ridoc -- are you jealous?" You ask with an overdramatic gasp. A rosy blush fans across his cheeks.

"No! No, uh, I just-"

"You're just jealous because a girl hasn't asked you yet," you say, reaching up to pinch his cheek. "Don't worry, I bet the perfect one will come along soon enough!"

He stares blankly at you, and you look to Sawyer one more time. "You can't rush these kind of things, Ridoc -- if it were me, I'd want a grand gesture, wouldn't you?"

His jaw tensed. "No... I don't think I'd even attend such a thing anyway." He bit the words out, watching your distracted expression before him again.

Promising to catch up with him later, you bid him goodbye after that. Little did you know, the perfect girl for him already had come along.

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It's been a week since you'd asked Sawyer to go to the formal with you. You sat in your room, watching as your roommate Violet continued getting ready, putting the last few curls in her hair and touching up her makeup. You, however sat on your bed, cozy outfit and all, book in hand.

She turned suddenly, her gaze finding yours when you looked up from the novel.

"Are you sure you're gonna be alright?"

You nodded silently, the ball of emotion clogging your throat. She sighed, standing to flank your bedside. She wrapped her arms around your shoulders, attempting to provide you comfort.

"You could still go, you know," she offered. "You have a dress."

You snorted. "Yeah... alone."

Her lips pursed.

"All your friends will be there."

You shook your head, leaning back against your pillows. The mid-afternoon sun shone through the windows, illuminating the same page you'd read over a thousand times but never actually paid attention to.

Violet sighed, standing to retreive her purse. A soft knock on the door signaled that Xaden had arrived, and she drew close one last time.

"We're off to dinner, then the dance," she explained, placing a gentle hand on your knee. "I'll be back after that."

You nodded. "I hope you have fun -- you look beautiful."

She grinned, giving your shoulders a squeeze one last time before heading out. You sighed, leaning back to try and refocus on your book again. The task was more monumental than usual.

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It'd been only an hour since Violet departed when there was a knock on your dorm room door. Your brow furrowed, and you closed your book to cross the room and pull it open.

Behind it was Ridoc, leaning against the doorframe -- a brown bag and bouquet clutched in one hand. Your eyes widened as he extended them to you, a bright smile on his face.

"Ridoc! I.. what are you-"

"Well, when I didn't see you at dinner with Violet, I put it together that you weren't going to go tonight," he explained. You took the bouquet from him, bringing one rose to your nose and inhalingthe sweet scent. "So... I came to ask you myself."

Your heart seized as you finally took in his appearance; fresh styled black hair, a sharp suit, and polished black shoes.

A blush inked your cheeks.

"A-ask me what?"

He chuckled, pushing off the doorway and opting to get down on one knee instead. A hand flew to your mouth as other students passed casually in the hallway, eyeing the two of you and the dramatic scene playing out in your doorway.

"Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N," he began, taking your free hand in his. "Would you please join me this evening in attending the Basgiath formal?"

You couldn't help but giggle at his precision, and when he sensed your hesitation, he held up the brown bag.

"I've brought you dinner, since you missed it -- we can leave once you're ready?"

Tears stung the backs of your eyes. Just a week ago, who you thought was your crush of a lifetime rejected you. You hadn't taken it well, clearly -- but now, you couldn't help the fluttering in your tummy over your long-time friend.

"You did this for me?"

You wrapped your fingers around his palm as he nodded, tugging him to stand. You let out a watery laugh as he smiled down at you.

"I thought you didn't want to go," you asked, and Ridoc's hand slipped to rest on your hip.

"I didn't," he admitted, his eyes searching yours. "But, that's when I thought you were going with someone else."

The reminder of your rejection speared through you again.

"Well... I'm not going with Sawyer."

Ridoc nodded, his gaze focusing on your lips.

"Thank God... what an idiot. Letting you slip through his fingers," he said quietly. Your heart lurched, and in a rush of adrenaline, you pushed up onto your tip toes to close the distance between your lips. He softly groaned against your touch, dropping the bagged dinner in favor of pulling you close with both hands on your waist. You smiled as he continued kissing you, the feeling greater than you could ever describe.

When he did pull back, only an inch, you missed the touch of him already. Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, he kissed your cheek before speaking again.

"Hurry and get ready. Wouldn't want you to miss something you'd really been looking forward to."

✧･ﾟ: *

[docholligay]

So let's talk full metal alchemist (2003)

I'm gonna reblog this a couple times before the liveblog.

I genuinely and really want to have a good time watching this anime.

I knew, when I took this assignment--not even just took it, I basically took it on as a co-sponsor--that the fandom for this is very passionate and intense. I do love that! But unfortunately, it sometimes leads to a situation where my enjoyment of the show is being hampered by the need to share details of the show with me.

I do not want to quit this show. I feel like we might actually be getting somewhere. I love that people really seem to be enjoying someone who knows functionally nothing about FMA even by OSMOSIS, watch this show for the first time. I could not have told you a single character's name when I started this. Having someone be so naive to the lore is a rarity, and I am delighted by how many of you seem to be engaged and excited about it!

But. There is a contingent of people for whom it is really hard to stop themselves from telling me stuff about the show. I don't even always assume malice, but in the same way that I'm mad if someone rear-ends just because they happen to be playing on their cell phone, I am really truly annoyed by the fact that I keep getting clued in to stuff. I keep getting what I consider spoiled.

So, to me it's extremely obvious while watching The Sixth Sense that Bruce Willis is dead. I actually figured it out while watching the movie. Let's say someone is liveblogging The Sixth Sense. Do you think it would be a spoiler for me to say, "I mean, ever since he got shot we notice he never talks to anyone but the kid directly, who we know can see ghosts." Do you not? Think? Even though in the most TECHNICAL SENSE, they have seen the thing that I am drawing attention to?

This is what I'm talking about when I say don't correct, don't confirm, don't deny, don't bring up stuff that I have missed. Missing things, or forgetting them, is an organic part of a watching experience. I liked Utena SO MUCH, and I thought it was SO GOOD, that even after finishing the whole series I came back and liveblogged some episodes again. And I saw it completely differently!

This is what I think gets missed sometimes, is that you cannot unring a bell. If you know where something is going it's easier to contextualize stuff. That leads to passionate feelings and defense and hatred based on THINGS I DO NOT KNOW. It's okay if I fail to criticize or compliment something because I don't yet understand the full picture. It's okay if I make a mistake based on the information I've retained.

"Doc, do you mean that you only want us to blow your skirt up?" No! Not at all!

"I think you are so fucking wrong about Ed and I hate all of your opinions you dumb cunt" <--- beautiful, organic, no spoilers whatsoever

"Well, if you remember in Liore, when Ed spoke to Rose, and he echoed--" No. Terrible. You are telling me that Bruce Wills' clothes never change.

This is what I mean when I say let me be dumb! I DO make mistakes and I DO miss things, but so did you the first time you saw it!

I would really love to stick with this show. This is the reason the discord exists, which has plenty of people talking about what an idiot I am! They would all LOVE to know why I am wrong and probably agree with you! They will be impressed with your knowledge in a way I am not.

Please let me share my reactions and experience with you on a blank canvas.

I want to extend a genuine thank you to so many of you who have been supportive, fun, enthusiastic, and tried very hard to preserve this unusual way of experiencing a very old and well known show. You all are the reason I keep coming back to try this! I would have cried uncle long ago if not for you.

[the-curious-butterfly]

While it wasn’t quite so early in the morning when the infamous Red of Hearts decided to barge into her office, again, it was around the time Uma was about to sit down and enjoy a quick cup of coffee before the more hectic parts of her day would begin. So perhaps you could forgive her for entertaining the thought of throwing the red head out the window. It was only for a second, she would assure you. As a principle she must not condone violence.

As a pirate, well, that’s different.

But she’s actually gotten quite use to Red coming into her office what feels like every other day, sometimes welcomed sometimes not, always for one reason or another. That a part of her actually kind of expected it.

What she did not expect was for Red to fling/splay herself upon the couch as if she was in a therapy session and for the first words out of her mouth to be. “Chloe won’t kiss me.”

Uma very nearly did a spit take as she placed her mug down upon her desk. “What?” Was the girl really coming to her Principal for relationship advice? Not that she was any bad at it, but really?

Red ignored the sound of Uma nearly choking in favor of her own problems. “At first I thought it was because she didn’t actually like me like that. That she only agreed to date me because I had no experience with love and she felt bad for me. I mean, every time I tried to take our relationship to the next level she always turned away, how could I not think that right?”

“Hmm.”

“Except I finally confronted her about it and you know what she says?”

“I can’t imagine what it could be.” Uma genuinely means that too, everyone knows Chloe really likes Red, like a lot. Whatever is holding her back has to be rather significant.

“She said, I can’t kiss you Red, if I do then I’ll have to marry you.”

Oh hex, Uma should not have tried to take another sip so soon. This time her throat was too preoccupied to even get the word out so she thought it in her head. ‘What?’ Fortunately the lack of response didn’t matter to Red in the least.

“Suffice to say, that really threw me for a loop so I very calmly and gently asked her ‘what the hex are you talking about?’ And her response was ‘that’s how it always happens, Red. Once true loves kiss is shared it’s marriage and happily ever after. Don’t get me wrong, I really like you, and don’t mind at all the thought of marrying you. But we’re only sixteen, and what if you find out being tied down with me is not what you wanted. After all you’re all about-“

“Breaking rules and causing trouble?”

“She used the word freedom.”

“Course she did. Red, did you come to me for reassurance that wedding bells won’t start ringing the second your lips touch your Charming’s?”

Though she provides no response Red gives her a look that is actually rather innocent coming from her, cluing Uma in that she’s on the right track.

“Look, I can’t say that it won’t. She’s right, these fairytales feel like they happen fast. You two have all the makings of a fairytale if I ever saw one, and I was even there to witness Ben and Mal back in the day.” She pauses for a moment as she considers her next words. “But let me ask you something. Would that really be so bad?”

“I’m…not sure.” Red’s response is rather honest and genuine so Uma continues with the same.

“Red, these people didn’t get married because their fairytale told them to. It’s because they loved each other so much that the thought of cementing it in stone, or carving it out into the hull of a ship just felt right.”

Red really looked as if she was truly taking in what Uma was saying…for once.

“Now, to think you’ll be married so soon after your first kiss is a bit of an exaggeration. That kid is surprisingly sheltered for one so good with swords.”

“Tell me about it.”

“But, if it does happen some time in the future. I ask again, would it really be so bad?”

After a moment of thought Red offers Uma a small and genuine smile. “No, I don’t think it would.”

“Now go get that kiss.” Huh, why does that line remind her of something from years ago, royals are so weird. “And for the love of the sea can you please stop breaking into my office with or without me in it!”

“Thanks a lot, Principal Uma, I’ll see you later.” Red calls back as she leaves rather cheerfully, causing Uma to grin despite herself.

“Red of Hearts, I know you heard me.”

….

“Red!”

[soweirdondisney]

Random Details from So Weird’s Lost (s1e12)

Kyla Pratt's appearance in So Weird was a rare instance when the guest star didn't share the screen with any cast member.

While Ned works on the bus, there's a split second of Clu and Jack playing hacky sack.

In Angel we heard that Irene and Ned were in the bunks (that Jack and Clu use), and now Molly is in Fi's bed. Apparently the kids are the only ones with rooms on the bus!

Fi's inbox is surprisingly neat compared to other times we see it. Note the *.* email on the top left and Universal Gateway across the bottom. Star Dot Star software is the brainchild of Tad Raxall.

This is the second episode in a row without Irene, and after this scene Ned doesn't appear again until the next episode.

Return to Snowy River is Kamilah's favorite movie.

Guest stars Candus Churchill and Dionne Warwick played Kamilah's mom and aunt. They shared the screen with an unidentified older actress as Kamilah, but they didn't share scenes with Kyla Pratt.

Bill is part of the reason Fi connected to Kamilah, but let's not give him much credit beyond that for saving her.

One of the few times we see Kamilah happy is when she speaks of her favorite baseball player, her dad.

[s-exy]

Not so lost anymore part one

Aftg AU about Neil finding out he has a half brother

Takes place the summer after the events of book 3

TSC isn't Canon in this because that's Jean's story ♡

*psa i am not a professional writer and this is for funsies so ignore any and all grammatical errors ♡

Under the keep reading so u don't have to scroll all the way down in ur feed

Neil Josten woke up for the first time of now many first times, relaxed. He climbed out of his bed and made his way to the kitchen to make some coffee to get rid of his grogginess. It had been months since he had faced his father, beaten Riko on the court, and Andrew and him making their relationship officially a 'this'.

Summer was here, and though they didn't have games, they still practiced almost every day. Andrew wasn't far behind Neil in the process of waking up and joined Neil in the Kitchen. Being at the cousins house for summer wasn't as bad as Neil thought it would be. Neil, the cousins, and Kevin staying under one roof with one another for months didn't sound appealing at first, but Neil's only other option was Abbys. Spending more time with Andrew though, he wasn't going to complain about.

After their coffee and a few kisses, Neil and Andrew headed to the living room, soon to be joined by Aaron, Nicky, and Kevin. Sorting out the days plans was mostly simple, and Neil reveled in it. His first summer with the foxes he had spent on Wymacks couch worrying over every little noise he heard while the Cousins and Kevin spent most of their time at Abbys. Now they were deciding who was in charge of getting breakfast and who was going to do the dishes from dinner the previous night. Everything Neil had been desperately craving since he was a child was now right in front of him, domesticity.

That calmness, of course, could only last for so long. A knock sounded at the door only an hour later. Nicky went to answer it and was immediately back into living with the visitors on his heels. Neil straighted at the sight of Agent Browning and his colleague. He never thought he would see these men again, at least not for a while. Them showing up unannounced had his panic flaring. Andrew must have felt him tense up because he pressed his fist into the small of Neil's back, Neil counted to ten and focued on the agents in front of him. "Neil," said Browning with a not so un noticeable edge in his tone. "We have something to discuss with you.

"Anything you have to say, can be said here," Neil challenged.

"It's not about your father's circle, but it about your family," Browning relayed while sitting down in front of them.

"The foxes are my family." Browning didn't roll his eyes at Neil's remark, but it was a near thing.

"You know who I'm talking about," a pause, and then, "Or maybe you don't." Neil didn't understand so he tilted his head in question.

"Enough with the cryptic messages. Why are you here," He said.

"Your attitude is as pleasant as usual. We're here to ask you if you know a Dakota Hollands?" Browning gruffed out. The name didn't sound familiar, but Nicky chimed in with a "who is he?" Before Neil could ask.

Browning furrowed his brow and eyed his colleague, who nodded and said, "Nathaniel Wesninskis son." Neil back tracked in his brain to remember when he had used that name, but nothing rang a bell. "I've never gone by that name," Neil defended, "and i haven't used any aliases since I became Neil, so" the agent cut him off with a quick "no." Neil and the others glanced between themselves, and Neil's panic was building its way back up again.

"Dakota Hollands lives in South Carolina with his mother, Destiny Hollands," Browning explained like Neil should be clued in. Neil just stared at him until he continued. "While updating your information and entering you into our system, a name popped up. Which we thought was odd considering it hadn't before."

"Dakota?" Aaron asked from across the room. Browning nodded his head and said, "His DNA was a match to yours and your fathers." Neil heard what Browning had said, but it didn't make any sense. He heard commotion in the room, but that didn't make any sense either. He asked quietly, so quietly, he thought, that Browning shouldn't have heard him, "What do you mean?"

"He's your brother Neil, Nathaniel Wesninskis long lost son."

[duranduratulsa]

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[bloody-bee-tea]

Summer of Doom 2025 Day 10 - Somebody had to do it

Katsuki watches. He watches and sees; sees how Aizawa's eyes linger on Shinsou. Sees how he pays him special attention even beyond the scope of a personal student. Sees how sometimes Shinsou is clearly reluctant to be alone with Aizawa. Sees how sometimes Shinsou and Aizawa leave the school together and there are days where Shinsou seems to be okay with it, walking alongside Aizawa but sometimes he walks a step behind him and it seems as if he's being forced to go with him.

Katsuki sees and he worries.

They had to take mandatory workshops on sexual abuse and coercion and everything else that they could run into as heroes and Katsuki knows what this looks like. He doesn't want to believe it, because for all that he likes to complain about Aizawa he's one of the only teachers—and adults, really—Katsuki respects and to think that he's doing anything to Shinsou just makes his stomach turn.

But Katsuki is not one to shy away from unpleasant topics and so he corners Shinsou one evening, barging right into his room when he knows he's alone.

Shinsou raises one eyebrow at him, clearly taken off guard by Katsuki's aggressive approach and Katsuki crosses his arms in front of his chest.

"Are you safe?" he asks without preamble and immediately, Shinsou's face closes off, setting off even more warning bells.

"That's none of your business," he snaps out and opens the door again. "Get lost."

"Not a chance, eyebags," Katsuki gives back, widening his stance in case Shinsou tries to bodily throw him out. "Tell me if you're safe. Because if not then I'm going to kick his fucking ass."

It's not an empty threat; Katsuki is fully prepared to fight Aizawa should he learn that he hurt Shinsou in any way.

His words clearly confuse Shinsou, though, because he frowns even as he slowly closes the door again.

"Kick whose ass?"

"Aizawa's of course. If he's hurting you in anyway—"

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

Katsuki blinks at Shinsou because he didn't quite expect him to play dumb about this and his previous reaction already clued Katsuki in that something is definitely wrong so he doesn't understand what's going on now.

"Aizawa and the creepy attention he pays you? If he hurts you in any way you have to tell someone."

"If he—hurts me," Shinsou repeats, and his tone alone is enough to make Katsuki realise that he hasn't even realised what Aizawa is doing.

"Has he touched you?" Katsuki bluntly asks because there's clearly no sense in beating around the bush with Shinsou about this and Shinsou rears back as if he's been hit.

"Bakugo!" he hisses out, but Katsuki is not going to back down from this.

If Aizawa is hurting Shinsou in any way then he's going to make the bastard pay.

"You can ruin his reputation with accusations like that!"

"If he's touched you, he's ruining his own reputation," Katsuki gives back and he notes down that Shinsou still hasn't said that Aizawa is not touching him. "Has he?"

"Why the hell would you even think that?" Shinsou asks him and it's still not a no and it sets Katsuki's teeth on edge.

His palms start to smoke, temper and worry and disappointment getting the better of him and Shinsou eyes him warily.

"Bakugo, he hasn't touched me or hurt me in any way. Why would you even think that? He's Aizawa."

"He wants to, then," Katsuki growls out because he has seen the way Aizawa looks at Shinsou, as if he's all Aizawa cares about, as if he wants to spirit him away and never let anyone else touch him again.

"Why the fuck would you think that?" Shinsou demands to know and Katsuki doesn't even know where to start with this.

He opens and closes his mouth a few times, trying to decide with which of the incriminating behaviour he has witnessed he's supposed to start here and it seems it all takes too long because Shinsou pulls himself up to his full height and his eyes blaze with anger.

"You cannot go and throw out baseless accusations like that, are you insane? You're going to get him in trouble!"

"He's getting himself into trouble with his behaviour! Fuck, how can you not see the way he looks at you?"

"How he—looks at me?" Shinsou sounds unsure again, completely caught off guard and Katsuki pushes on.

If Aizawa has done something and Shinsou is trying to cover it up, then pushing him until he snaps will be his best bet.

"He looks at you as if he wants you to be his. I always fear he's going to spirit you away the second he gets you alone. And I've seen you—you're not always happy to be alone with him. What has he done?"

"Nothing, it's—he hasn't done anything, he's just trying to—"

"Get you to agree to let him touch you?" Katsuki offers when Shinsou's words fail him and Shinsou goes pale.

"No! That's not what's happening at all! There is nothing going on!"

It sounds like an excuse, and one so flimsy not even Shinsou seems to believe his own words and Katsuki decides to fuck it.

What's a little lie to get the truth out of Shinsou, right?

"Don't bother trying to protect him," he tells Shinsou. "I already filed a report because someone had to do it and it doesn't seem as if you are going to. But I'll not allow him to hurt you like that."

"He's not hurting me, he's trying to protect me," Shinsou suddenly yells out and then sinks to the floor right where he stands, his face buried in his hands and sobs wrecking his body.

Well, fuck. Katsuki should have probably expected an outburst like this but he's completely caught off guard and doesn't know what he's supposed to do in a situation like this.

He really should have brought the nerd along, because he would know how to comfort Shinsou right now.

Katsuki hovers unsurely for another moment before he walks over to Shinsou and sits down next to him. He's not good at this comfort shit, but he can sit with him and offer his silent support, if nothing else.

It takes Shinsou a while to calm down again, but even once the sobs die down, he doesn't move from his position, except for leaning slightly against Katsuki.

"You wanna explain?" Katsuki quietly asks because the doubt is still heavy in his mind and Shinsou lets out a shuddering breath.

"He's trying to help," Shinsou's rough voice rings out. "He's trying to help me and I didn't believe him, I wouldn't let him because I can't trust it."

"You can't trust Aizawa?" Katsuki incredulously blurts out because if there's one adult that is to be trusted it's him, which is why this whole situation fucked Katsuki up so much.

"It's not that easy but—you think he wants to? Help me? Is he being genuine?"

"Eyebags, I thought the guy is in love with you," Katsuki says. "I'd say he's being really fucking genuine with whatever the fuck is going on."

"I'm in foster care," Shinsou tells him and Katsuki frowns.

"So?"

"It's not a good home."

Cold dread flows through Katsuki's veins.

"Are they—"

"It's not sexual," Shinsou interrupts him and for all the relief that brings, Katsuki hears the unspoken admission.

"But it's physical."

Shinsou briefly nods, still hiding his face away.

"The days I'm not happy to be alone with him are the days I'm injured. He notices it, always and he—he wants me to talk about it."

"Why the fuck wouldn't you? You know he's going to kill your fosters, right?"

"Would he?" Shinsou's voice is weak and shaky and disbelieving and Katsuki cannot believe the doubt he's hearing.

"Are you fucking stupid? He'd die for all of his students if it meant protecting them but for you, I think he'd burn the world down."

There's a beat of silence before Shinsou lets out a long breath.

"I don't need him to do that, I just need—CPS is not on my side, never has been. If I tell him he'll get me out, I know that, but then what? I've been through so many families, I know exactly how it goes. It's not going to get better."

"If you think he'll allow CPS to fuck you over again, you're stupid. Fuck, I bet he's gotten himself a foster license just to be able to take care of you properly."

Shinsou stares at him with wide eyes as if he can't quite believe what Katsuki is saying.

"You think so?" he breathes out and Katsuki lets out a short, sharp laugh.

"I cannot say it enough but I thought he is in love with you because he looks at you like that and he's paying you that much attention. I really doubt there's anything out there he would allow to hurt you again. Watch him call you his son like two weeks in."

"He wouldn't," Shinsou whispers and Katsuki rolls his eyes.

"He's gonna adopt you faster than you can say 'Child Protection Services suck', I'll bet you."

"That would be nice," Shinsou mutters, slinging his arms around his legs and resting his head on his knees.

There's still doubt in his voice, like he's talking about something that's unattainable for him and Katsuki vows then and there to kick Aizawa's ass should he not adopt him.

Before Katsuki can say as much, Shinsou jerks and turns towards him with wide eyes.

"Your report—" he breathes out and Katsuki snorts out a laugh.

"Was made up to get you to talk. I didn't file shit."

Shinsou deflates where he sits and then punches Katsuki in the shoulder.

"Don't scare me like that, you could have ruined him."

"Yeah, but I didn't, so be thankful I came to you first," Katsuki grumbles but even so, he wouldn't have jumped straight to filing a report anyway.

It was a toss up between getting Shinsou to tell him what's going on and confronting Aizawa and yelling at him, but he's glad he came to Shinsou first.

Now he only has to get him to talk to Aizawa.

"You gonna tell him then?" Katsuki wants to know because he thinks if he has to watch this go on for much longer, knowing now that Shinsou isn't safe at home and that Aizawa wants nothing more than to protect him Katsuki will go insane.

"You think I should."

It's not a question and Katsuki is thankful for it because if it was, he'd have to smack Shinsou over the head.

"Of course you should."

There isn't even a question about that because Aizawa is going to fucking dote on the guy like he deserves and the fact that Shinsou is depriving not only himself but also Aizawa of that—and additionally subjecting Katsuki to all of this mess—is pissing him off.

"I'll think about it," Shinsou whispers and Katsuki glares at him.

"And you better come to the right conclusion," he threatens because he thinks if he has to watch Aizawa continue to so desperately wanting to help Shinsou and not being allowed to Katsuki will take matters into his own hands.

And he doesn't want to think about how that might look.

They fall into silence then and Katsuki can just hope that Shinsou does the right thing and soon at that.

~*~*~

A week later, Aizawa calls out for Katsuki to stay after class. Katsuki narrows his eyes at him because he sure as fuck didn't do anything wrong, he aced his tests and he didn't even yell at the extras today so he has no clue what's going on.

"What?" he asks, more gruffly than he probably should, faced with a teacher, but he's hungry and Aizawa is holding him up.

"I wanted to thank you," Aizawa says and okay, he has Katsuki's undivided attention now.

"For?"

"Talking to Hitoshi."

"Ah. He talked to you then?" Katsuki wants to know but he guesses the answer is more than clear.

"He did. He told me everything—about his foster family but also about your talk."

"Oh," Katsuki mutters, suddenly beyond embarrassed because now Aizawa knows that Katsuki thought he was some pervert who fell in love with his underage student.

"You did well, Bakugo. The situation couldn't have been easy for you, but you did what was right and what needed to be done in a situation like that, with the conclusion you came to.” Katsuki wants to say something, wants to apologise for jumping to the worst conclusion possible but Aizawa goes on before he even can. “And it’s a reasonable conclusion you came to. I was paying him more attention than anyone else, I was trying to get him alone so he could talk to me and I was always watching him, trying to assess the damage. You had no context, so you came to the conclusion that provided the most obvious explanation, no matter how upsetting it might have been. And then you did something about it. It's easy to ignore signs like that and even easier to think someone else will notice and do something about it but you faced it head on. I'm proud of you."

"Shut up," Katsuki grumbles but he can't deny that he's pleased. "Anyone would have."

"But no one did," Aizawa shoots back and fuck, he's right.

Katsuki has been watching them for weeks now and if he noticed, then someone else must have, too, but clearly no one had the guts to speak up.

"Yeah, well, I just didn't want eyebags to get hurt."

"Clearly," Aizawa says with a nod. "I'm grateful you talked him into trusting me, too."

"That was hardly difficult. He does trust you; he doesn't trust the system."

"The system can no longer hurt him now," Aizawa says with such a finality that Katsuki wouldn't be surprised if he hears about a mass firing at CPS tomorrow.

"So you have him then? He's safe with you now?"

Katsuki spots movement in the hallway, behind Aizawa who is facing Katsuki, and when Katsuki sees the purple hair he decides to not bring attention to Shinsou for now.

"He's safe with me. Hizashi and I are his official foster parents now and we will not allow anyone to place him somewhere else."

"Better adopt him then, to make it official," Katsuki says as he narrows his eyes and Shinsou flinches out in the hall, but Aizawa smiles mildly.

"That's the plan but we need to talk to him first. It has to be his decision, too."

"Do it quick or he'll think you don't want him and I'm not running interference again," Katsuki threatens because he thinks he's meddled enough in this as it is. He's meddling right now, for fuck's sake.

"Understood," Aizawa seriously says. "We want to let him settle for another week or so and then we'll bring it up."

"See that you do," Katsuki grumbles and hefts his bag higher. "Can I go now?"

"Sure," Aizawa easily agrees and Katsuki gets the hell out of the classroom.

He walks past Shinsou without looking at him, but Shinsou easily falls into step next to him.

"Thank you," Shinsou mutters and Katsuki groans.

"Shut the fuck up," he says because he's sick and tired of people thanking him for setting them straight but he feels Shinsou's eyes bore into the side of his face and Katsuki rolls his own. "Yeah, yeah, you're fucking welcome, or whatever," he finally grumbles out and Shinsou bumps their shoulders together.

"Yeah. Yeah, I guess I really am," he softly gives back, a serene and happy look on his face and Katsuki lets out a long-suffering sigh.

He'll probably be more involved in this entire thing than he ever really wanted to be but deep down, he can't even be too mad about it because at least like this he can make sure that Shinsou is safe and not being a dumbass again.

It's one of the many duties Katsuki apparently has now.

[shallyne]

Am I allowed to cry?

HIIIIII THIS IS ANOTHER DRABBLE FOR THE GROUP PROJECT!! I LOVE IT HAVE FUN!

Feyre could feel when her mate was close by and right now, she could feel that he was right outside the Café she hid in, waiting to come in lnly when she was ready.

Just come in, she told Rhys mind to mind and after she felt him hesitate for a moment through the bond, the bell above the shop door rang and shortly after, he sat tight across from her at the Table. Feyre couldn't look up though, her eyes clued to her barely touched mug with her hands wrapped around it, the piece of cake beside it, with only small bite missing. "I assume Clotho told you?"

"That you bolted out earlier? No, Nesta did." Rhys replied, softly, waiting if she wanted to tell him what happen. She didn't even know how to start. Just a couple hours ago she was excited to participate in meditation with the priestesses and now, well now she felt empty.

Shrugging, Feyre moved on hand to tuck a strand of hair, that had escaped from her braid, behind her ear, "It was a stupid idea. I mean," she sighed, still not able to look up, "I'm thankful that I was invited but- well- I can't."

"Why not?" her mate asked, soft and curious.

Looking up, finally meeting his starry gaze, she took a trembling breath, "Everytime I closed my eyes I was back under the mountain," she whispered, trying not to cry as the pictures were running through her head. Amarantha, that throne room, Rhys with Amarantha. The attor, the trials, the middengard wyrm. All the cruelty she had witnessed, Clare nailed to the wall, the blood, the screams. Her eyes shot down to the mug when she heard a quiet crack and quickly pulled them back as a small crack showed on the ceramic. She laid her hands on her lap, looking at her palms, remembering the stick blood on them as she had killed those two faeries. "I don't know why it suddenly comes back, nothing happened. Nothing triggered me, I think-"

Suddenly beside her, she hadn't even realized Rhys had moved, he took her hands in his, as if she knew what she saw. Sniffling, she looked up at him again, as her tears finally fell, "I'm sorry."

"No," he said fiercely, "Do not apologize, you understand? I want you to talk to me whenevet you feel like this, I want you to know that you can."

"I know," Feyre sobbed, thankful that he was there. That he always had been.

"There will always be hard days," Rhys said, his gaze never leaving her. "Cauldron knows, I still have bad days, and that is okay. There will come good days again"

A teary laugh escaped her, "Copycat," she teased as he told her the same that she had during one of his bad das.

Her mate grinned, "It's not copying, I'm just quoting what a very wise lady once said."

"A very wise lady?"

"And a sexy one."

"You're an idiot." Feyre said, smiling. Her eyes roamed across the room, as the shop has cleared out a bit, probably to give them privacy. "We should come here more often, the cake is tasty."

"Oh?" Rhys asked, already stealing the fork and taking a bit of her barely touched cake. "Hm, it is. Want to have a bite?" he motioned thr fork in a 'here comes the bird' motion with sounds that she assumed were bird noises but sounded far from it.

Usually Feyre would have rolled her eyes but it was a welcome distraction from her racing thoughts and she opened her mouth. Rhys already loaded the next piece onto the fork for when shr said, "We need to replace the mug."

"Luckily, we sre filthy rich." he said, "I can also get you the Café if you want."

"Rhys, no-"

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I'm still on my Disney heroes Tron bullshit so here's some random moments.

Tron bullying Flynn will always be welcome and I think they should do it more.

Quorra not knowing casual user phrases is so cute. I love her.

The return of quorra's love of toasters, I'm so happy this is a recurring joke in Tron media.

Tron uprising reference!, also Tron missing Yori made my heart hurt. But it's also interesting because for every other character in the game massive amounts of people from there world get dragged to the city even if there not playable characters, there's loads of background characters that show up and in some cases half of peoples kingdoms show up. (Princess jasmine says the people of agrabah were struggling to adapt to the city.) But it's only Tron, Flynn and quorra who show up from the grid. Which is probably a good thing tbh no one wants clu or any other general to interact with Disney characters.

Flynn honey your gonna break a hip doing that my guy, also them racing is super cute. Quorra I feel like this can only end in disaster, Belle will just hurt herself.