#I ALSO FINISHED THIS IN TIME I CAN'T BELIEVE IT

[cyberphuck]

We didn't have "zero tolerance" policies when I was growing up; my mom taught me that you weren't allowed to hit someone unless they hit you first-- then you could beat the shit out of them without consequence. In my mind, this also applied to authority figures that annoyed me. I wasn't "acting out," this was a calculating and elegant riposte.

By middle school I was just. Done. With teachers telling me what to do. By then I had realized that although most teachers knew what they were talking about, some really didn't have a clue, and that there were more than a few who were more interested in being obeyed than being helpful. So you'd get Small Jaydee deciding that this substitute teacher was Deserving of Punishment and doing things like asking to get up to sharpen my pencil, doing the world's slowest hula dance across the entire classroom (to get to the "good" sharpener), grinding that #2 to needle-sharpness and then javelining into the drop ceiling tiles when his back was turned. I got five up there before one of them fell, bouncing eraser-first off the tile and then clattering to a stop under a desk. I didn't throw the scissors! Somebody else threw the scissors-- I wasn't the only one who hated this sub-- and though they thunked pleasingly into the ceiling, they caused a brief shower of Ticonderogas that made the teacher's face turn purple with rage. Are you going to send me to detention? For what? You didn't see me throw those pencils and I know you're not going to be able to get "did something weird at the sharpener" to stick if I take it to the vice principal-- or my parents. My stepdad was an attorney and my mom was a mythic bitch, is one annoying autistic child really worth your job? The hardass PE teacher was not a sub. He'd been at the school for a while and wasn't new to kid wrangling, but he was still relatively young, maybe in his 30s. Like most PE teachers he thought the best way to motivate an unathletic student refusing to run a mile any faster than 35 minutes was to shout at them. I spent a lot of time walking. Jenna and I talked about what the "evil" version of It's A Small World would be like. Stephanie explained the entire plot of Sailor Moon to me. My excuses for not wearing the PE uniform (dog ate it, brother ate it, your mom ate it) and not wanting to run (can't run it's genetic no one in my family runs it's against my religion) were not impressing Mr. Santero. I could tell he was tired of my bullshit and didn't care. I wanted to hear more about Sailor Moon. But one day, I gave into his shouting and broke into a halfhearted jog. And promptly turned my ankle on a tree root. I limped back to Santero and told him I'd hurt my ankle. He didn't believe me. Nope, not gonna pull that one on ol' Santero, he wasn't born yesterday. He shouted me back to the field and told me I couldn't come back until I'd finished the mile. So I did. By next period my ankle was hot and throbbing. Mom had to come pick me up and take me to the ER. Not broken, but badly sprained, enough that I needed a splint that was delightfully bulky and serious-looking. But mom, tonight is Open House, we HAVE to go, you HAVE to meet all my teachers, what will we do?? What we did was go to Open House. I was too exhausted to use my crutches, so we had a wheelchair. My parents hadn't changed out of their suits. We wheeled out onto the basketball courts where Santero was chatting with other parents. I think about his frozen expression-- the color draining from his face-- whenever I need a pick-me-up. His eyes went from the splint, to my parents in expensive suits, to me, sitting in a wheelchair like a supervillain on a throne made of skulls. Yes, Mr. Santero, that's right. I have won. I have the power now, and when the time comes to either flunk me at the end of the semester, or move numbers around to give me a D and never see me again, we know what you'll do, won't we? I hadn't even started high school yet. But I'd had a taste of the decadent chocolate mousse of Ruining Someone's Day, and would forever be greedy for it. Oh, I didn't turn in the homework on time? I wasn't paying enough attention? You're writing me up for detention? Go ahead. Fire the first shot. You think you're an old hand at this, but you've never met someone as petty and obnoxious as me and you'll wish you never had.

when i was a kid i got a 90% on my kindergarten "what are your favorite things?" test because for the question "what is your favorite animal?" i wrote down "puma" and it got marked wrong because my teacher said a puma isnt even an animal its a kind of shoe

[mishellii]

petnames headcanons .ᐟ.ᐟ

modernworld!attack on titan x fem!reader

including: eren, armin, levi, hange, erwin, jean, mikasa, connie & sasha

warnings: NSFW! minors do not interact; not proofread,,, as always, pretty self indulgent oops

likes & reblogs appreciated<3

masterlist

𐙚EREN.

★i have this fb image about him in my head that i just can't get rid of

★...... babygirl

★but hear me out

★most of the times when he has NO idea what you're on about or he's trying to tease u

★uses it mostly while texting tho!

★"that's literally insane bbg"

★he's so UGHH

★always greets u with babe

★he'd definitely use ur name as well but he loves loves petnames

★sugar, pretty girl, u name it

★thinks they're so cute

★when ur asking something of him or like giving him shit he'd hit u with a

★"sure, ma"

★and idk about u but that's kinda hot

NSFW.

★so so basic but he loves calling you baby during sex, even though he calls u that all the time

★i think he'd use such teasing words and soft n sweet petnames just fit so well with that

★"oh, now you're listening, baby?"

★"c'mon, pretty, you were all mouthy earlier, tell me."

★says ur name only when he cums :)

★and the usual good girl when ur finished

★c'mon we been knew

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𐙚ARMIN.

★love

★LOVE

★just love man he's so so loving in his words he wouldn't ever call you anything degrading

★"sure, angel, i'll get right to it."

★but most likely when texting??

★perhaps he's too shy to call u anything but your name in public but he's trying i promise

★also the type to call u something only the both of you would know the reason behind; something no one else would know why he'd call u that

NSFW.

★oh my sweet boy

★i am a sub armin believer, but more on the switchy side so he could definitely dom if he feels confident enough in the relationship

★"please, angel, let me cum"

★with that subtle manipulative tone barely noticeable because of his oh so gentle words

★"i know, darling, just a bit more, please?"

★also loveeees moaning your name and hearing YOU say his name cuz he feels more connected this way

★,,,sighs dreamily

𐙚LEVI.

★this little bloke

★refuses to call u anything but ur name in public like,,,, if there's other people, he's using your name there's no way around it

★except for the infamous brat of course (i'm bumping that)

★,,i'm not telling you again, brat."

★in the comfort of ur living space, where it's just the two of you, he might throw in something cute if he's in a particularly soft mood

★"Already did the dishes, love, go lay down."

★pretty confident when he's texting tho, but simply cuz the words sound too foreign coming out of his mouth

★"Sure, Sweetheart. See you at home."

NSFW.

★dom levi defender for life u can haunt me down idc i stand by this

★once he feels comfortable and secure enough in ur relationship, certain you won't run off, he'd definitely lose the no-feelings-attitude and become more playful and daring

★"hands above your head, doll, i'm not telling you again."

★he can be pretty mean and unfair ,,,

★just.... u need to give him what he wants before he gives u what you want u feel me

★"beg"

★-"please."

★"like a good girl."

★not opposed to throwing in the brat again if ur pissing him off

★i'd gladly piss him off

★gnawing at the bars of my enclosure rn

𐙚HANGE.

★AAAAA A A A AAAAAAA

★"darling, i'm almost done."

★i would go to war for hange pls someone hold my hand

★now i think they're not entirely intrigued by pet names but some do slip out when they're feeling soft or they're in a silly mood

★once hange stalked the internet for too long and found "the cuppycake song" and started calling u stuff like my snoogums boogums or hunny bunch to get on ur nerves

★when noticing you're down or not in the best mood they use comforting ones tho

★"you okay, dear?"

★texts usually with the basic babe cuz they think it's short and still comes across as endearing, right?

NSFW.

★ugh

★"legs spread, sweet thing."

★ hange's a switch me thinks but with a preference for dominating??? idk why i'm even talking about this but y'all need to get the idea

★"did i tell you to move, pretty girl?"

★ugh pt.2

★when feeling subby they'd mostly use ur name tho ??

★or a teasing "yes, ma'am" to get u even more worked up (if u weren't already)

𐙚ERWIN.

★mr.smith my god

★he's so sweetheart coded fuck off

★and always puts "my" infront of pet names to insure people know u belong together

★doesn't matter if ur married or not

★"i'm just finishing up work, my love."

★if he talks with someone else about you it'd be either "my lady" or "my wife"

★he's oh so respectful when he talks about u i'm going insane

★texting would be the same tbh

NSFW.

★ahem

★"there you go, sweet girl. that's it."

★HE'S JUST SO-

★like he loves ur name too don't get me wrong but once he knows how much u love hearing him say those things it'll be hard to get him to stop

★"let me hear you, angel."

★makes u feel so much with his words and soft voice i hate it here

★erwin smith the man u are

𐙚JEAN.

★"hey, good lookin', how's it going?"

★doesn't reaaalllyyy call u much aside from babe in public, cuz he's a bit more private about showing his love

★not afraid to step up and make it known you're with him tho

★"yeah, my girl's not interested, thank you."

★during texting too like

★almost same as armin in personal pet names like,,,, idk

★u got an embarrassing haircut ONCE he's not letting it go

★"sure, bowl cut, i'll be there soon."

★i mean it's endearing come oooonn

NSFW.

★"you're so good to me, beautiful."

★i'm almost convinced he's all about praising words and names in bed (can u tell i don't like degradation oops)

★making u feel so good about urself cuz that's exactly what he wants

★also something along the lines of

★"go on, pretty thing, i got you."

★such a charmer

★i want 14 of him rn

𐙚MIKASA.

★step back ladies, i got this 🫷🏼😌🫸🏼

★in all seriousness, mommikasa's pretty light on the petnames imo

★she's a softy at heart tho, so she'll definitely call u sumn along the lines of love or sweets

★mostly in the comfort of ur 4 walls tho !!

★such huge emphasis on my GIRLFRIEND when introducing you to someone or talking about u

★wants the people to KNOW you're hers.

★she don't play about u

NSFW.

★lord have mercy

★pretty pretty girl is a force to be reckoned with

★"yeah, gorgeous, you like that?" in her soft voice with that devilish undertone

★settling for the basic baby most of the time tho, cuz it rolls off her tongue so easily when she's with u

★if you're being good, she'll let you know with sumn like "that's my girl." or "you're my pretty girl, yes?"

★again

★BIG👏🏻EMPHASIS👏🏻on the "my" part

𐙚CONNIE.

★this douche is all in always everywhere

★literally only calls u shit because he loves messing with u

★it's his form of affection i promise

★"ey, smelly, come here."

★genuinely, he's so weird

★"pookie, i didn't mean it."

★when ur pissed at something he said

★but he CAN be sweet obviously but only ever with calling you baby

★he's one of the girls when he's texting you like

★"omg bestie tell me"

★or

★"dpwm girl"

★he's so dry but uses memes to even it out

★i adore him actually

NSFW.

★"i told you, beautiful, no touching."

★he's actually really sweet during sex i promise he's not always a dick

★he DOES love u and he's not afraid to show/tell u with touching u in the right places AND with his words

★"keep going, ma."

★also baby baby baby so much baby UGH

★constance springer in my bed this instant

𐙚SASHA.

★mrs.potato girl def calls u anything and i mean anything related to the thing she loves most

★food.

★sugar, pumpkin or cupcake

★she loves food and she loves you so how could she not :(

★i fear sasha forgets ur name sometimes cuz it's so natural for her to call u sweet nicknames instead

★it's pretty much her love language

★as well for pda but that's a topic for another day cuz i will not STOP once i start

★"hey, girlie" when greeting u in a high pitched voice like,,, she's so easy to love bro

★also definitely gorgeous. ure her gorgeous girl.

NSFW.

★pillow princess sasha confirmed👑

★no i mean she can definitely take the lead, there's not really a fixed power dynamic when ur with her, but i feel she most times prefers being taken care of (as she SHOULD)

★main thing she'll call u during the nasty is baby

★depends on what ure into but she's definitely into addressing u as "ma'am"

★also princess :(

★uses ur name more during sex tho!!

★feels it's more intimate and personal that way

★i want to EAT her

a/n: hope y'all enjoyed this veRY self indulgent lil thing aaaand i'll see u beans next time! uuuhbye bye xx

[wlwsoccerfics]

Told you not to overdue it (RenéeSlegersXReader)

AN: Here it is, the RenéeXReader fic. Hope you enjoy. Let me know If you want more of the Team moms.

Summary: you thought it was just a normal day at Arsenal but then your next Patient turned out to be your wife.

You just finished taping Lias shoulder when you got the call from one of the Assistent Coaches that someone needed your help on the Trainings Pitch. Cause they have Hurt their ankle.

You fully expected it to be a Player. But instead you were met with your wife sitting on the grass, holding her ankle.

"hi." You Said softly to the Team and then looked at your wife.

"Renée, my love. What happened?" You asked and kneeled down in front of her.

"i was warming up with the Girls and then i slipped and my ankle buckled." She told you. Sighing softly. The Girls were standing close by, watching the two of you. While you checked out your wife's ankle.

"i told you not to overdue it ,love." You kissed her head quickly before putting an ice pack on it.

"i know ,i know!" She answered and blushed a bit.

"it looks like just a sprained ankle. Now we ice it for some minutes and then i will help you up and we see how it goes. But i recommend taking it easy no matter what!" You explained. "Better safe then sorry!" You added on.

After a few minutes of icing the Injury, you wrapped her ankle up with a Bandage and then helped her up.

"it only is a little discomfort left! So guess that's good!" Renée told you. You chuckled softly.

"it is good indeed! But when you get home all you gonna do is stay off that ankle and cuddle with Lio, your three months old son, he was the biggest joy of the two of you. Your Mom was currently watching him.

"next time you have to bring him to practice. We Miss Out Arsenal Baby!" Emily said softly.

"agreed!" Leah answered.

"we promise we bring him with us tomorrow!" You told them. You have given birth to him and went back to work rather quickly. Taking him with you in the Physio room for most of the day.

You grabbed some crutches for your wife just in case so she could finish the practice with the Team. Going back to your office. Filling out some paperwork.

Around two hours later you and Renée were on your way home. Your Mom handed you over Lio when you got home and asked your wife what happened. She was clearly concerned. She even offered to take Lio over night If needed but you told her it was okay.

Renée was lying on the couch. Ankle resting on a pillow. You had Lio in your Arms, nursing him. Your wife was gently stroking your sons little head with one finger.

"i can't believe how perfect he is!" Renée told you.

"just like his mommy!" You stated and smiled at your wife. Your wife blushed.

"No ,he is perfect like his momma!" Your wife replied. Smiling back at you.

It was 20 minutes later when the doorbell rung and you opened it. Chuckling softly when you saw some Girls of the Team standing there with Pizza. It happened alot that the Younger Ones would just Show Up. But usually you would feed them and you would give them Life advice. You basically were Bonus parents to them. Katie, Kyra and Jenna walked inside after you held the door open for them.

"hi Renée, we brought Pizza so you didn't have to cook! Also Katie has to tell you something!" Jenna explained.

"thanks for bringing over food! That's nice. But before we eat let's talk. Is everything okay?" Renée asked. They sit down and you hand them their favorite sodas. Yes you do always have some of those at Home.

"Tell Moms, Katie!" Kyra said half jokingly.

"i uh got hurt a few days ago but didn't tell anyone and it got worse! I don't think i can Play in the next Game!" Katie stated. You look at her.

"what happened? Where are you hurt?" You wanted to know.

"i slipped and fell on my back. I managed to pull through during practice but after i showered today i almost slipped again and the pain going through my Body was just terrible!" She admitted. You sigh softly.

"Katie, why didn't you say something right away? I mean you could have gotten it fixed already." You told her. "Show me exactly where it hurts?" She showed you and you took her to your little Office where you had everything you needed to fix her back. You had her lay down and put everything back in it's place and she immediately felt relief.

After that you all ate the Pizza, while the girls took turns holding Lio, who loved the Girls attention. He was such a smiley little boy. You also watched a movie together. It was too late to drive home though so you let them sleep in the guest bed room. Which basically was a room for the Arsenal girls at this point. You then put Lio to bed before you helped your wife to bed as well.

[prettyboykatsuki]

ari what is every li’s fav position <3

i feel underqualified to answer this post but i will do my best since u ask lovely anon

sylus: im not a sylus girlie so don't hold me accountable if this feels wrong but i think he enjoys doing it like. against a wall while facing you. i don't think he likes fucking in a position where your face is even mildly obscured so he needs to be looking at you. he can't cum if he doesn't see you blissed out in pleasure first i dont think. just missionary doesn't feel right to me either. though spooning i can see... like front facing on your side. anyway

so i think doing it against a wall / standing is his favorite. when he does eventually get to fucking you he's strong enough to hold you up. he's ripped and some of your weight is against the wall so he holds you up like that and fucks you from underneath. he can hold you up like that for a long time too - usually until you beg him to fuck you more shallowly because you feel him so deep its starting to make your head spin. he's sweet and merciful and lets you down with a kiss. i think he probably opts to always finish in bed. i think sylus is down for everything but it absolutely has to end in extremely loving sex or he'll get kind of in his head. thats the vibe to me

caleb: prone bone no contest i dont care!!! its prone bone specifically too because he enjoys the closeness and how suffocating it is. caleb habitually fucks you in a way that leaves you both entirely exhausted and so absolutely unwilling to put in any effort. he likes prone bone because it's easy on you and it feels really comfortable for him to press his weight on you. he doesn't mind not seeing your face to the same extent but he does absolutely mind not being as close to you as humanly possible

so big prone bone fan. loves being able to have your bodies pressed together, slick with sweat - an arm wrapped around your neck so you can comfortably drool into his bicep as he focuses his all of his energy to fuck you while you lay there pinned under his weight. likes the feeling of crushing you and keeping you, the way your legs kick up and you let out a shaky cry because he's hitting you so deep. he would never tell you not to run from it bc he isn't into taunting you, but he does adore making you take it yk. likes making you feel good. usually puts a pillow between your thighs so you can rub your clit against something too. so thoughtful.

zayne: you already know its missionary. call it boring or call it cliche but it's doing to do it for him every single time. the eye contact most of all, the feeling of your legs around his waist. all of these things get to him indescribably and he simply loves nothing the same. he's also really into the proximity he has with your neck, shoulders and clavicle. that whole area of your body does something really weird to his brain.

however.... big believer in covert freak zayne so missionary with a lot of closeness is where he starts but the closer he gets to cumming the more he loses himself in it. it makes his strokes much more pointed when he gets like that. pulls your legs up until he's really locked into you and gives you the most aggravatingly deep, slow, measured strokes you've ever received in your life. you can feel the way he's deliberately stroking against your gspot (his dick is . perfectly angled for this) - and you're pressed so close your clit is rubbing on his pelvis and the friction drives you completely insane. it feels like he's bullying your pussy with how exact he's being. he's also insanely verbal. he really loves to talk you through it (silent poem card... u will aways be famous)

xavier: the bridge position. i don't know how to describe this pose so if you dont know . a link for u lol but his favorite position is basically him fucking you while you're doing bridges and he's standing on his knees between your legs. most of your weight is resting on your shoulders while your feet are flat. xavier holds you up to make it easier on you

xavier is a freak. like. well and truly. so i really dont think he's as picky about positions. that being said i do think this is his absolute favorite though it requires the most active participation. it reaches so, so deep from that angle and it hits a spot you could never hit any other way. it's a little hard to keep yourself upright but xavier is holding you right in place. the way he fucks you like this is merciless. his specific reason for liking it is because of the access it gives him to your clit. he likes seeing it slick and swollen, likes rubbing his thumb against it until you're crying and your thighs are shaking. trying not to thrash or drop back down because he'll just pick you back up like it's nothing and keep going.

rafayel: in a chair with you sitting in his lap, facing away from him. don't know if there's a name for this one. i thought about his i think the longest which is why it's at the bottom but i think this ends up winning for a lot of reasons. the main one being he really likes having his chin resting on your shoulder and getting that specific view from downwards at your body. rafayel is very into getting to admire your body.

rafayel likes being close to you but he's also into novelty. sitting in a chair with you in your lap gives him two things that he enjoys the most when having sex with you. the feeling of your back to his chest, his chin on your shoulder - skin to skin with a nice view of yur body. but even more than that, he likes the access his hands have to every part of you. grinding yourself on his cock to your hearts content and being able to really feel you up. squeezing your chest, planing his hands down your sides, toying with your clit. feeling the way your pussy tightens up when he gets it right. he's an artist and prone to being tactile. he wants to experience as much of you as he possibly can and i think fucking you like that is the best way. loves telling you how good all of you feels. he's also kind of clingy so simply being able to wrap his arms around your waist and press his cheek to your shoulder... yeah. loves when you finally cum on his cock and you throw yourself against him trying to anchor yourself bc he can't pull out easily like that. yeah

uhm this was long. i tried to pick some more interesting positions. idk

[myjjongie]

✶ PLAYING GIRLFRIEND ── l. heeseung

IN WHICH: your best friend heeseung, who also so happens to be a player. needs a girlfriend to ward off all the girls on valentine’s day. who better to help him? you of course!

PAIRING: bsf player!heeseung x bsf fem!reader GENRE/WARNINGS: lowercase intended !!, one shot, skinship, fake dating, best friends, pining, fluff, slight friends to lovers, slow burn (???) WORD COUNT: 1.4k ₊⊹♡ EVIE'S NOTE: another day another 10 am post cause i can't handle a decent sleep schedule... late vday one shot i never intended to make LOL. like the way i saw a love and deepspace fanart for caleb with this scenario and got inspired. my brain refuses to think on its own, but god forbid i see something good... my brain goes "yeah write that." man... but alas here's another heeseung one shot for the masterlist :3

it was valentine’s day. a holiday you didn’t dislike nor particularly cared for. it was just another day in february to you.

but for you, one person usually made the day eventful. the person in question? your best friend heeseung, well precisely your childhood best friend. he had always been known throughout your school years as a notorious player. which meant heeseung’s locker always happened to be filled to the brim with chocolates every valentine’s day.

by the end of the holiday there was no need to sulk over receiving nothing. after all, you’d always end up eating heeseung’s fair share of chocolates. even if he was a player of sorts. he showed true appreciation for what the girls gave him. due to that, a pile of chocolates would form on his desk at home every year.

even after becoming college students, the chocolate giving didn’t end. around this time last year, heeseung received almost 40 chocolates. along with 20 confessions... once heeseung and you arrived back at his place that year. the annoyance was evident on his face. it started to be too much for him. he realized denying every girl that confessed to him was more work than thanking them for a menial gift.

so here you both were, less than twenty four hours before valentine’s day. standing in front of heeseung’s bathroom mirror. matching shirts. matching rings. and quite possibly the stupidest plan conceived by him yet.

glancing up from your phone, you met heeseung’s gaze in the mirror. “hee there’s no way this is gonna work… i’m your best friend. almost everyone. no everyone on campus knows that.”

heeseung hummed out a response as he continued to style his hair nicely. a faint smirk on his lips as he enjoyed the moment. what you didn’t know was that heeseung developed the biggest crush on you after high school. heeseung was aware of the fact he would never be able to tell you his feelings. after all in your eyes he was your playboy best friend. nothing more than that.

but by some miracle he convinced you to be his girlfriend for valentine’s. even if the title was fake in it’s name. he still felt like it was a win win situation to him.

“come on, don’t say that yn. it’s believable! the player guy best friend, finally falls for his girl best friend. what’s there not to believe?” heeseung couldn’t help but let out a scoff while finishing up his hair.

“yeah okay. very believable…” your arms crossed at his horrible explanation. no one in their right mind would believe that the, lee heeseung had fallen for his best friend.

heeseung turned around from the mirror to face you. “alright come here.” his hand stretched out beckoning for you to come over.

you briefly rolled your eyes. still feeling the plan was idiotic. taking his hand, heeseung lightly tugged you forward in front of him. your frame now flushed against his wider body.

your body stiffened slightly. becoming hyper aware of how close heeseung was. he was your best friend. that’s how you viewed him your whole life. but that fact alone couldn’t change that, as frustrating it is to admit. heeseung is genuinely attractive.

“so the only way for this whole ordeal is to be as natural as possible. which is for me to wrap my arms around you.” once heeseung explained what needed to be done. his arm snaked around your waist. holding you firmly against himself.

your face softly heated up as the space between you both lessened. realizing now would be the time for the photo. you brought your phone up from your side. shaky fingers opening up the camera app. making sure to get a good angle before snapping a photo, heeseung stopped you.

“wait yn. you’re barely putting effort into this.” heeseung’s lips turned into a slight pout. you couldn’t help but eye him in the mirror. turning away the moment his eyes met with yours. his hold on your waist tightened at your reaction.

“well what else am i supposed to do? isn’t this fine?”

“not really. your arms look really awkward. here let me help. maybe if i do this it’ll look better.”

before you could protest, heeseung wrapped his arm across your chest. the pose with out a doubt looked possessive. as if he was silently declaring that you were his. no one else’s. your heart slightly fluttered at the feeling. yet you hated that it did. you knew heeseung wasn’t being serious in his actions. he just needed a cop out from all the girls that bothered him now.

heeseung continued on to explain taking the task seriously. “now like this you can put your hand on my forearm. i think my arm that’s across your chest would do.”

using your free hand, you placed it where heeseung instructed you too. taking another glance at the mirror. you both did look like a couple. the matching shirts to the matching rings, he managed to obtain. really sold the deal.

“oh yeah. we definitely look like a couple. told you we’d be pull it off.” a sly smirk was spread across his face. his smirk lingered. noticing the way you slightly jumped when his fingers grazed against your waist. he didn’t expect you to be so antsy in his grasp. not that he was complaining though.

heeseung then rested his chin on top of your head. putting on a cheeky smile, ready for the photo. “ok this is a good pose.”

“geez. i can’t believe this might actually work.” you hated to agree with him. but you and heeseung fit the picture of a couple. if this tricked everyone tomorrow you were bound to eat your own words. finally you snapped a couple photos. in between those few minutes heeseung suggested different poses as well.

there were ones where his back would face the mirror as he hugged your body. your frame being engulfed by his wide shoulders. another one he created with you, had him pose with his face in your neck. the illusion of it made it seem as if he was kissing your neck. once finished heeseung scrolled through all the photos. his face having satisfaction all over it.

“yeah. these are really good. we did a good job. if no girls bother me tomorrow, i have you to thank for the rest of my life yn.” heeseung lowered the phone, flashing you a bright smile.

“yeah yeah. i’m just surprised you put so much effort into this. even so far as to getting rings…”

“hey what can i say. i’m a stickler for perfection. also wear the ring tomorrow. just incase.”

“sure will do. well im going home now! hope your stupid post goes well!”

finally getting back home after heeseung’s did you really take a good look at the photos. you couldn’t help but continuously stare at the first photo you took. it was odd on how good you both fit with one another. even more odd how you somewhat missed his touch. missed the way his arm wrapped around your waist as if he was really your boyfriend.

realizing what you were thinking, you quickly dismissed it. heeseung is your best friend. nothing more nothing less. not to mention he’s a player. even if said player is genuinely nice to woman... but that didn’t matter. you had a set boundary and truly needed to stick to it.

soon valentine’s day came and went. during the day you checked heeseung’s post. the photos he chose were good, too good... not to mention the caption that was paired with the post. it read “spending the day with her”, accompanied with too many heart emojis to seem natural. were people really gonna buy this? finally finding heeseung on campus, you immediately noticed his empty arms.

“no way…” you stood infront of him utterly shocked. not believing what your eyes were seeing.

“told you they would believe it.” his arms opened out, showing off the movability of his empty arms. “this totally means you gotta act like my girlfriend for a bit.” heeseung teased as he rested his arm around your waist.

the post worked… for the first time in what felt like forever, heeseung was spending valentine’s alone. did this mean you’d have to keep up the act? are you really gonna have to play girlfriend for longer than one day? there was no way you agreed to something far more complicated right?

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[thetomorrowshow]

febuwhump 17 - power instability

EMPIRES SUPERPOWERS AU IS BACK

title: vision, visage, gentile, genteel

fandom: empires smp

this is the first chapter of the esh au sequel. it's back babey

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It began, as many things do, with a bang.

Nobody knew what it meant. There were people outside, getting ready to head to work, who jumped and cursed and spun around. The noise was considered by some, likely, a firework, or a gunshot, or perhaps some new super on the scene. Perhaps a car malfunctioning, or a tire popping. Whatever it was, it was none of most people's concern, and after a moment of fright, those unsuspecting souls continued on with their days and forgot that it had even happened.

When looked back on, there was no way to know that it was the beginning of the end.

The end of Major, Primary Protector of Empires City.

Or, not the end, exactly.

But with Xornoth dead, and most other villains minor enough to be more of a nuisance than anything (and some, like Mythics, often more friendly with the heroes than with the villains), the city had settled into complacency. The defeat of Xornoth by three very powerful heroes, Major, the Mad King, and the Ocean Queen—and the disappearance of another dangerous super, Solidarity—had led many to believe that the city was going to be safe for quite some time going forward. After all, those three heroes (and the other heroes of the city, such as the Wizard Gem and Pearl) had no plans to leave, and any challengers of their authority were quickly dispatched.

And the end started with a bang.

Or, more precisely, the end started in a small house on a quiet street on the East Side of Empires City, early in the morning, as the once-feared Solidarity whistled a little tune while scrambling eggs, and the Primary Protector of the city stretched his muscles and smiled fondly at his partner.

-

"Eggs are done!" Jimmy, once known as Solidarity, declares as he clicks off the stove.

Scott, also known as Major, Primary Protector of Empires City, finishes the final stretch of his routine before groaning his way to his feet and padding into the kitchen.

"I'm getting too old for this," grumbles Scott, who isn't even thirty, as he pulls a couple of plates out of the cabinet. "Why'd I choose to be a superhero? I could've been an architect, Jimmy. Instead of getting ready to save the world, I could be designing buildings to replace the ones that Mythics destroys."

"Yeah, right," Jimmy scoffs, scooping some eggs onto the plates. "Gays can't do math, there's no way you would've been able to design buildings."

"I literally passed my senior trig class with a C, thank you very much, and Cs get degrees."

Jimmy laughs, handing Scott the plates. Scott sets them down on the counter beside the toaster, into which he slots four pieces of toast.

It's domestic and warm in the kitchen—the stove has just been clicked off, still radiating a gentle heat, which is nice when there's ice in the air and snow on the ground.

Not that Scott minds either of those things. Despite his complaints, he's eager to patrol today. He always feels more energetic when surrounded by the make of his power. And maybe he feels a bit more . . . in control, he supposes. Bigger. More powerful. Almost like he can command the skies—a thought best left for his dreams, far beyond the reach of his power as it is.

It’s a lovely day. Crisp and cold, warm and homey, and Scott can’t fight a smile as he moves toward the table and clicks on the overhead light.

"Nope—" Jimmy cries out behind him, and Scott turns just in time to see the oven window shatter, pieces of tinted glass scattering across the kitchen tiles.

"Sorry, sorry, burned my finger on the stove," Jimmy explains, holding said finger in his other hand. "Took me by surprise, sorry."

"Hand under cold water," Scott instructs, pointing to the sink. As Jimmy hurries over, he continues, "and what's another oven window? Don't cut yourself on the glass, honey, let me get you your shoes—"

Scott heads back into the living room, kicking his yoga mat aside, to find Jimmy's velcro tennis shoes sticking out from under the couch. They have a tray for shoes by the front door, but Jimmy, for some reason, just leaves his shoes strewn about the living room carpet.

"Think the landlord is going to get concerned? This is, like, the fifth oven door we need replaced," Jimmy calls from the kitchen. Scott laughs.

"Well, if you'd stop burning yourself, we wouldn't need five oven doors, would we?"

"At least one of those times I cut my finger, so I'm not sure that the burning is the problem," Jimmy jokes back. "And remember when we had to replace the whole oven because you froze it and it broke? That's arguably worse."

"We really should have been kicked out by now," Scott comments as he reenters the kitchen, shoes in hand.

"Good thing you're rich."

"Good thing you're a gold digger."

The toast pops at the exact same time as Jimmy turns off the sink. Scott hands him his shoes, then steps around him to wash his hands before getting the toast.

"Have you got work today?" Scott asks. Jimmy shakes his head.

"Nah, it's still not doing well," he says. "Jerry has us working fewer hours, trying to make ends meet. He's hoping for a bit of a boom in business with this weather."

"I guess we'll see," Scott says. He sets the plates down on the table with the butter, one right in front of where Jimmy is sitting in his chair, strapping on his shoes, and the other in front of the chair beside it. He sits there, scraping a bit of butter across his toast before tossing back his antidepressants with a bit of water.

Jimmy does the same when he's done with his shoes, then spreads jam onto his toast before loading it up with eggs and shoving it into his mouth. Scott makes a pointed expression of disgust before resolutely ignoring the sin before him.

He's got an hour before his patrol shift properly begins, so that's probably enough time to sweep up the kitchen or wash the dishes. Not that either of those activities take him an hour to complete, but who can blame him for wanting to head out early? He's just itching to get out in the cold, in what is literally his element. It's the first snow of the season, and he's expected to stay inside?

Jimmy, as always, notices. He lays his free hand on Scott's knee (his touch always so gentle) and gives him a smile somehow made cuter by the crumbs on his lips. "You can head out early, if you want. I can—"

BANG!

The whole house rattles. Jimmy's hand tightens on Scott's knee, and for a second Scott feels a hum of power thrum through the air—more intense in his partner than in anyone else that he's ever known—before there's a high-pitched whining and all the lights in the house shut down, the refrigerator's hum whirring to a stop.

They sit there, for a moment, in silence, Jimmy's hand still on Scott's knee, the aftershocks of his power still pulsing from him.

Scott forgets, sometimes, that Jimmy has such magnitudes of power, that he isn't just shattered oven doors and broken dishes. That without even lifting a finger, Jimmy could collapse a building or take the life right out of a person's body.

Then he'll get a wake-up call like this, a reminder that Scott isn't the only (or even the most) dangerous person in the house.

Scott glances over to the microwave to check—never mind, the microwave is dead, no green numbers lit up to tell the time.

The time isn't really important, though.

What on earth could've caused that sound?

Scott's first thought is a gunshot, and he knows Jimmy's is too, by the apprehensive shine of fear in his eyes that Scott can see even through the darkness of their house. A gunshot that loud would have to have come from nearby, of course. . . .

Quickly, quietly, Scott steals to his feet and creeps to the front window in the living room, peering out carefully without disturbing the blinds.

Nothing. No signs of trouble, no screams, no bodies in the street. Just various neighbors poking their heads out their doors, looking around and calling greetings to each other.

Through the window (Scott had cracked it open while stretching to let in the frosty breeze), Scott hears one of them faintly call.

"Did you lot lose power, too?"

Scott grimaces. Jimmy's not going to like that. Sure, Scott can keep their fridge and freezer going until the power gets back on, and Jimmy can bundle up until then, but everyone else is without electricity while their freezers melt and there's nothing they can do about it. As far as he can tell, none of the houses along the street have power—and if the whole street is down, that means the neighborhood is too.

Unfortunately, it is Jimmy's fault, and he's going to want to do what he can to fix it.

Which, as far as Scott can tell, is nothing. So maybe he can just not tell him about it. Maybe he won't notice that the entire grid is out.

"All clear," Scott calls back to the dining room. "Any idea what that was?"

Silence from the dining room. After a moment, Jimmy calls, voice shaking,

"Sorry. Um, no."

Scott frowns. "Jimmy? You okay?"

Another moment of silence, followed by a shuddering sigh. "Yeah," Jimmy says unconvincingly. "I'm good."

Scott pulls the window shut, blinds clanking against the glass, then returns to the dining table.

Jimmy's still sitting where he left him, hands clenched around his trouser legs. He's staring resolutely at a spot on the table, eyes just the slightest bit wet.

"Jimmy? Baby?" Scott tries, sitting down beside him and taking his hand. Jimmy looks over at him, face pale, eyes resolute.

"I'm good," Jimmy says again, squeezing his hand. "Thank you."

He's not good, that's easy to see. But he's okay, and some days, that's all Scott can ask for.

It's been over two years since Xornoth was killed, and Jimmy will never be entirely better. He'll likely always need his hip brace or cane, he'll always need his medication, he'll always have trauma responses. But Scott isn't ever going to judge him for any of it.

That's who Jimmy is. And Scott loves him for it.

And as he sits there, holding Jimmy's left hand, he finds his mind wandering to where it so often does as he gazes at the fourth finger on Jimmy's hand.

Scott doesn't even have a ring yet, so he pushes the thought out of his mind with a little reluctance. First he has to discuss the idea of marriage with Jimmy, then he has to follow up with Lizzie, and then he has to subtly get Jimmy's ring size. . . .

Well. Baby steps, and all that.

They finish eating like that, Jimmy leaning just slightly into Scott's shoulder. Right as they finish, the refrigerator starts humming and the lights flick back on, suddenly enough that Scott has to blink a couple of times to clear the floating clouds of color in front of his vision. The various clocks in the kitchen appliances flash a bright 12:00.

"Power's back," Scott says, less as an actual observation and more as just something to say, and gets up to carry their dishes to the sink, skirting around the glass on the floor. "Okay for me to head out?"

"Yeah, I've got Norman. Don't worry about me," Jimmy says, standing as well. He retrieves the broom from where it leans in the corner of the kitchen. "Speaking of Norman, I'd better get this glass cleaned up before he runs his little feet through it. Have a good day at work!"

"I'll save the world as usual," says Scott. He kisses Jimmy on his way by (Jimmy hums contentedly, all signs of his prior distress gone but for a wrinkle between his eyebrows), grabs his backpack at the door, and heads out into the frigid air of the first snow of the season.

Where the loud noise originated from is not far from where Scott exits his home, just two streets away. Not that he even thinks to go over there, instead heading for the main section of the city, assuming it would be at the hub of most activity. That's where most unidentified sounds originate from, after all.

And as Scott's day continues, he forgets about the sound, just as most others do.

Two streets away from Major's house, popular villain Mythics flees, eyes wild and breath gasping, a swirling portal crackling behind him.

-

It's possibly the best day of the year so far, weather-wise. The snow is actively falling, the streets are sparkling with ice, and Scott has never felt better.

Well, he's probably felt better. It snows every winter, after all.

But it feels so good after summer to finally return to what he is. This is the stuff Scott's made of, this is what gives him life.

It's glorious.

Scott lets out a little whoop as he slides part-way up the side of a building, the ice that already frosts its windows spreading spontaneously to the walls to give him the slipperiness he needs.

The people love it, too. Lizzie takes particular delight in sending him video compilations of his greatest tricks and most impressive fights, and the comments are always full of adoration for his skills and admiration of his power and creations.

So maybe, as he skates down a frozen sidewalk of his own creation (which he unfreezes behind him, because he knows not everyone has the skill to navigate such a path and would probably prefer a normal sidewalk), he adds a couple of flourishes to his act.

There's a group of kids at recess by Empires North Elementary School, and Scott stops to start a snowball fight before continuing on, frosting the windows of every classroom with beautiful little fractals.

He signs his name in frost as intricately as possible on the hood of someone's car, gives them a cheery wave when they run out of the store to take a picture.

He makes tiny snowmen to line the bus stop with just a couple of waves of his hand, then can't stop laughing when a little girl at the stop with her father cheers for 'Elsa'.

Maybe all of the villains of the city took one look out their windows and decided no, thank you, because there’s zero disturbances all morning. Scott doesn’t mind. He doesn’t think he could ever get bored in weather like this.

By the time it hits lunchtime, Scott's cheeks are red from the wind and hurt from smiling. He slides into a small deli and picks out a sandwich and a drink, the latter of which freezes over in his hands quite nicely.

"Major!" the deliman (and owner of the deli, if his nametag is true) exclaims, adding lettuce to his sandwich. "Keeping us all safe?"

"As best I can," Scott smiles. "How are you doing, Felix?"

Felix, the owner, chuckles, going a bit red in the face. "Never better, Major. You can have this free, all right?"

Scott chuckles as well, setting the drink on the counter and digging out his wallet. "I want to pay, don't even worry about it."

"No, no, nothing for you!"

"Come on, Felix, I'm—"

BANG!

Scott follows his first instinct—protection. Within milliseconds, there's an ice wall surrounding Felix, and another one shoots up in front of the large deli windows and door. It's instant, and Scott's never moved so fast in his life but the ice is there and time itself seems to freeze.

Everything is still for a timeless moment, snowflakes slowly swirling around Scott's masked face.

And somehow, he's the ice that lines the streets and the pipes below that travel all the way through the city and the icicles hanging from every roof and the frost paving windshields, and Scott knows that something has gone very wrong.

He's never felt this powerful in his life—nor this overwhelmed. There's so much stimulus, so many far away nerves jangling and he can't focus on the snowflake in front of him when he can see every fractal of it—

"Major!"

With a herculean effort, Scott manages to pull himself back into his body from where the tendrils of his mind have reached all the way across the city. He blinks, looks around.

The entire deli is frozen over.

Two customers are frantically trying to scrape some ice off the shelves, another is kicking at ice on the door, and Felix—

Scott can't even see Felix, a thick wall of ice surrounding him.

Scott panics. He can’t help it—his breathing quickens, his mind races, he starts feeling distantly dizzy at the idea that he might've hurt people, he might've broken something—and he notices, as his frozen fingers shake, that the frost is growing with every moment, slowly spreading to the floor and up the walls.

He hasn't been this out of control since—since he was a teenager, since before he was trained, even, since before he was a hero—

He can fix this. He knows how to fix it. Scott shuts the panic and fear out of his head as best he can and thinks back to his early days of training, back to when Aeor had taught him how to properly channel his emotions for incidents like this.

He hasn't had to consciously control himself in years.

He's never felt like this before.

He takes a slow, deep breath, letting the frenetic energy travel from his brain and heart and out through his finger tips, where frost grows into icicles. Then, with all the control and might that he can muster, Scott pulls, reeling it all back with a steady grip.

Slower than he would've liked, the ice and frost recede, all pulled back into thin air bit by bit. Scott breathes with it, in and out, until the ice walls crack and slide apart and the frost is entirely gone.

He breathes, and with it, his mind begins to settle. He’s all right. Everything’s all right.

Each of the other customers thanks Scott, casting glances both confused and a little fearful in his direction. Felix, luckily, is fine, if a little shocked. Scott subtly slides more than triple the worth of the sandwich into his hand, apologizes for the disruption, and heads out, slightly soggy lunch under his arm.

And again, he can't find the source of such a loud sound—because he remembers, suddenly, that the reason he'd headed out from his house so early this morning wasn't to see the snow, but to find the source of that first sound.

There's almost nobody out on the street, no gun or powered individual or blown transformer that could've caused it. In fact, the only other people outside are people who have stepped out of offices and shops to look around.

Scott gives them a cheery wave when they turn to him, one woman shouting a question in Spanish. "Nothing to worry about," he calls, assuming she'd asked about the sound. "Have a good one!"

"Hey, Major!" a young man waves. "How's your day been?"

"It’s been great!" Scott smiles his best winning smile. "Gotta go—heard about something on the other side of town!"

He didn't hear about anything, and he usually feels pretty good about talking to citizens, but he does feel kind of awkward standing in front of a place he just froze, like a guilty child fleeing the scene of a mess. And he doesn't even have a dog to blame it on.

What had even happened back there?

Scott had—he'd been scared. He'd thrown up normal protections, in case someone was trying to shoot up the deli and had somehow missed the bright blue superhero standing there, and then—

Then he'd felt so much.

Scott's not entirely sure what happened—one moment he'd been fine, totally in control of himself and his actions, and the next he was frost crunching under a pedestrian's foot and an icicle dripping from a gutter and the tiniest snowflake blown about by the wind.

It was nothing like he'd ever felt before.

It was terrifying.

It was exhilarating.

It was—oh, look, there's Joel!

"King!"

Scott spots Joel from across the intersection that he's currently sliding through, and pulls up a ridge of ice to give himself a sharp turn. He slides up to where Joel is leaning against the walk sign pole, waiting to cross the road.

Joel nods to him, eyes looking somewhat preoccupied behind his mask. "Hey, Major. When's your shift end?"

Scott shrugs, pulling his sandwich from where it's tucked under his arm. He ought to eat it sooner rather than later. "Dunno. I was hoping to stay out all day, if possible."

Joel raises a brow. "In the doghouse?"

"Of course not, the weather's just nice."

Joel chuckles. "Yeah, I'd guess so. You and Jimmy never fight, do you?"

"Well, do you and Lizzie?" asks Scott.

"Nope," Joel says proudly. "That's why we got married. We never fight."

Which is a lie, of course. Just last week, when he and Jimmy went over to Lizzie and Joel's apartment for dinner, Lizzie had thrown rolls at Joel all evening and Joel had implied some rather unkind things about her pet rabbit.

Scott doesn't bother calling him out on the lie. Joel's right about one thing—he and Jimmy almost never fight, and when they do, they resolve it quickly and schedule a couple's therapy appointment to make sure there are no lingering issues.

They're perfect for each other.

And once again, Scott's mind turns to the rather pleasant idea of a gold band around Jimmy's finger.

"You two really ought to tie the knot soon," Joel says casually, and Scott can't help but sputter.

"I—were you reading my mind?" he accuses.

"No?" Joel says, voice turning from confused to gleeful in that one syllable. "I—ooooh! You're thinking about it, that means it's practically official! So—are you thinking something big, whole city invited, those nice ice sculpture things like in movies—"

"Sorry, Major? Mad King? Can we get a picture?"

Joel shuts up—thankfully, otherwise Scott would've frozen his tongue in his mouth—and gestures for the two women to stand between him and Scott.

Scott smiles into the phone, and can't help but notice that there's frost on his own cheeks.

That's . . . that's a little odd. He isn't usually radiating cold, not unless he's angry. Maybe it's the high spirits he's in from the weather. That explains it, doesn't it?

Still, when the women leave, Scott scrubs at his face, hoping to warm his cheeks up enough that none of his frigidity can find a home there.

"Yeah, noticed you looked a little chillier than normal," Joel comments. "All good?"

Well, he did sort of lose control during some strange out of body experience earlier. But that's kind of embarrassing, and it was a one-off, so Scott doesn't mention it. He doesn't need Joel to tease him about it, nor tell every hero who'll listen.

He just nods, shrugs, and takes a bite of his sandwich.

-

Jimmy's alone in the house when it happens again, curled up on the couch with his blanket over his shoulders and his LinkedIn profile pulled up on his phone.

He doesn't really know what happens.

All he knows is that there's a loud noise and he doesn’t do well with loud noises, but luckily he manages to keep a hold on his powers this time.

Or, he thinks he does.

Because in the same moment as the BANG, Jimmy feels so much.

And it feels good.

[skippingstonez]

Hi Skippy!

I'm just dropping in again to say how awesome those Four headcanons were, I was literally nodding alone and kicking my feet while reading them omg. 10000000/10 made me wish Four was real so I can cuddle him like a teddy bear. You also mentioned being open to writing color-specific heat/rut headcanons and I'm honestly so curious to see your take on that <33

Hi Fyre! @portraitofalinkonfyre I would love to! I hope you're hungry cause I think you'll enjoy these ones <3

Red:

All he wants is to show you how much he loves and adores you. So he is going to do whatever he can to take care of you.

As long as you feel good he's happy to do whatever you ask of him.

He's the shyest of the colors but ruts are when he's a bit more willing to try out new things if that's what you want

Breeding kink. They all have it to an extent but Red is DETERMINED to see you pregnant by the time it's over.

Cute aggression. He's the one that's just going to come tackle you and start full on biting your arm cause he just can't believe how cute and wonderful you are before lovingly throwing you in the room to prove his point.

Hes the best cuddler of the 4 so though he likely won't join in on any of the others time with you, he will immediately jump in during aftercare to come hold you and tell you what a great job you did.

Green:

Body worship. He's gonna convince you that you are above the goddess Hylia herself by the time he's done.

There is not a single place where his mouth has not been or is willing to go.

Big into love marks. Obsessed with the fact that he gets to be the only one to mark your flawless, perfect skin.

Is the one to insist on you taking breaks. You're well being comes first and he will force the issue if he has too.

This man was PISSED when he found out Blue and Vio had started sharing you on occasion. What do you mean that was an option!? He's down for it if it means more time with you.

But ONLY if you have taken an extra break before hand.

Blue:

I hope everyone in a 3 mile radius has good earplugs cause this man is vocal.

Whether it's you and/or him one or both of you with have lost your voice by the end and it's surprisingly going to be him first.

He's the only one of the 4 that actually truly likes receiving oral. (He thinks the others are insane for only giving)

Largely because he's really big on eye contact. It's almost like he can't finish unless he can clearly see your eyes. And it's even better if they are a bit watery.

He's already the roughest out of everyone but even more so when in a rut. Unlike Vio, he is just gonna manhandle you till he has you in just the way he wants.

He is the first to throw hands if he even suspects any of them are pushing you too far. (Especially Vio) Completely shatters if he thinks he was the one to go too far.

Refuses to leave your side until the others literally drag him away. He just needs to know you're okay and he can't do that if he can't see you.

(It's the reason him and Vio started sharing actually. He refused to leave and Vio decided to just go with it and let Blue stay so long as he made himself useful)

Vio:

Ohhhhh this man takes his time. Your time with him often take the longest because

He is the biggest tease

For him it's about the build up rather than the release so he is going to drag things out for as long as he possibly can.

Once he snaps though you better have something to hold on to cause he goes a bit feral.

He is going to boss you around. Tells you every filthy thing he is going to do and explains exactly how he needs you to be/do in order to do it and watches carefully to make sure you are doing it right.

Vio is gonna be the one most open to trying new things. He treats it like research by testing out your reactions to things. (Him and Blue get into really heated arguments after trying something you didn't like that much)

He is the best at aftercare though. He can anticipate your needs the quickest out of anyone and calls for red or blue to come keep an eye on you while he and/or green go grab towels, run a bath or get you water and snacks.

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Would you be able to write about the reader staying with Josh in the shed and like actually comforting him?

anon i love you

no because he would so desperately NEED it

maybe after chris too has gone back to the lodge with mike, you think it would just be better to stay with him, just to be safe, and despite everything that he's done, it breaks your heart to see him like this, rambling nonsense, his eyes are all wide, he keeps yelling at everyone and he just seems so out of it

just staying sat beside him, patting his knee.

"You're gonna be okay, Josh." it's just a simple reassurance, and you can't tell if he's really listening based on the way he just seems to stare, still mumbling things about you guys being stupid and dumb

"I don't think you killed Jess, Josh." you reassure him. "I don't know what happened with her and Mike, but I believe you, okay?"

this seems to catch his attention a little bit

"I- yeah, no- um- that's not... I didn't kill Jess, I-"

"Shh, shh, I know. It's okay. You were just trying to scare us, weren't you?"

"I-.. yeah- um..." he seems to be calming down as you talk through it with him, just rubbing your thumb back and forth on his knee in a steady rhythm to try and help him relax.

It's like you can see relief in his eyes. But amidst it, uncertainty. He's still visibly not very stable, occasionally muttering things that you can't quite make out, but he's not yelling anymore, or cursing, or insulting people. You wonder if what you have in mind could help him.

"Y'know, Josh, your prank worked. I think everyone was very scared." you tell him. It's a silly, childish, somewhat uncertain little laugh, but it's a laugh that you get from him, much better than all the reactions Mike and Chris had gotten from him.

"Bunch'a scaredy cats." he giggles a little, like a mischievous little kid.

"Mhm, we were. But the prank is over now, right? All finished up? We can go back to looking after each other now, and being best friends."

He seems to think about it, a difficult task given everything currently going on in his head. He just nods. The mention of the prank seemed to dampen his smile a little.

"It's okay. I know you didn't want any of us to get hurt." you say, and he does... start to look a tad remorseful. But it's a slightly off expression, like he isn't too sure how he should feel. Understandable.

The two of you sit there in the quiet for a little longer, and he slowly but surely seems to settle down. He doesn't talk a whole lot, but it's okay. You continue to just speak to him, keep him focused on you, instead of on whatever his brain seemed to be plaguing him with.

Even after everything, he's still you guys' best friend. He didn't do any of it because he's a bad guy. He was unwell. Not the Josh you guys know and love. But you made sure to reassure him that you'd support him and care for him as much as you can. And he listens. He doesn't say much back, but he listens. And for the first time in all this, he seems much more calm.

<3 that's all i can think of rn (i just woke up) but i LOVE josh comfort

also please be aware that i am no expert when it comes to mental health issues or how to deal with them, this is just a fictional scenario written with the intention of comfort, so actions and reactions exhibited by the characters may not be precise to real life behaviours exhibited by people with the same struggles, thank you! <3

[27spoons]

okk, no reason for me to be on anon if my writing is so recognizable, bro 😭 who am i trying to impress? the gods of olympus? (sleep deprivation goes hard) anyway,,, besides nat being all pookie-wookie a mother bear for some, i also thought about her looking so miserable and sad, beaten up by all these expectations from others, if that makes sense? her glazed with tears eyes, that red palm mark on her cheek, her wobbling lip,,, it just doesn't leave my mind, you know? i can't stop thinking about me handling her so gently, or, generally, just taking care of her bruises, changing her bandages, cleaning the blood from her face. as much as i might be horny, i do want to take care of her, badlyyyyyyy what do you think she might let the reader see or hide in her current ostracized situation? like, if she's gonna be defensive, cry, break down, or just lean on reader for support?

ok so realistically, i think that there is zero chance nat would want to get help from anyone rn. in nat's mind, she's a bad person. nat will always see herself as a bad person when she isn't, so i firmly believe that she won't even accept help if it's offered.

we know from an interview that nat is one of the people who has their own shelter--so i'm assuming they would place her ass on house arrest like she wanted to do for mari and shauna.

that being said.......

you wouldn't go visit nat until nightfall. it's not that you're scared of getting caught talking with her or anything, but... you are scared of shauna.

nat is sitting there, face still smeared with blood because she feels like she deserves to have it on there. she doesn't deserve to be clean.

she snaps at you when you enter; she doesn't mean to, but it's hard to assume that not everyone wants her dead, or worse, at this point.

you have a small bowl of water and a makeshift rag in your hands, and despite her insistence that she doesn't need/deserve help, she lets you clean her face off anyway.

neither of you speak much, or at all, during this time. nat doesn't meet your eyes, and you don't force her to. you know what's going through her head right now, because it's the exact same that would be going through yours: why am i like this?

when you finish cleaning off her face you give her some jerky that you had hidden away earlier in the night and give it to her. she's shocked, tries to say that she doesn't need it, but you know she hasn't eaten anything tonight.

anyways, she keeps telling you she doesn't want it. so, you end up leaving it on a makeshift table she has in her hut or something.

as you're going to leave, you hear a very quiet, reluctant "thanks" from nat. you tell her not to mention it.

nat sobs quietly when you leave. she doesn't know why you're still being kind to her, and why she's like this in the first place.

you'll show up again the following night to check on her wounds. she won't resist.

[babybearnation]

Back again bc I need sleep but my brain says cars instead. Definitely a trope I've seen a lot all over tumblr, but reader who previously wasn't able to make it to a race (is busy, missed the train, etc.) but arrives midway through. Marcus, Callum (my two favourites currently), Yuki (my angel), Ollie, Kimi (both). Feel free to mix and match with the drivers if it's too many. Also (I can't remember exactly what your guidelines said about hurt/comfort) but if it's ok could you do a mix of drivers winning and dnfs?

actually never seen this trope before so :D hopefully i will avoid accidentally copying someone!

gn!reader

marcus armstrong:

you really didn't mean to be late to marcus' race - your alarm didn't go off and you managed to get there just after a quarter of the race

you were just about to settle down and watch the race when a different driver clipped marcus' side and sent him into the wall

you covered your mouth in shock and felt horrible that you'd been so late and hadn't been able to see the beginning laps of marcus' race

when marcus sees you, he doesn't say anything just buries his face in your neck and sighs heavily - you try and apologise but it's no use, he won't hear it, he just wants you to hold him for now

callum ilott:

the traffic was horrendous and, to be fair, you were expecting it to be, but this was excessive, even for an indycar weekend

you get to the paddock five laps in, so not horribly late, but you can already tell that callum isn't running for a podium unless something drastically changes

sadly, by the time the race has ended, callum hadn't managed to climb up much higher and had finished outside of the points

when he sees you, callum is just happy that you're there at all and he runs over, pulling you into his arms and apologising for how he did, something you immediately shushed him over

yuki tsunoda:

you could only fly out on the sunday and, of course, your fucking plane got delayed so you missed the start of the race

the race is only ten laps in, so not too bad, but disaster strikes out 10 laps later when yuki has to retire the car and you can hear him getting stressed on the radio

you stand as close to where the car will go as you can, wanting yuki to see you as soon as he can

he ignores all of his staff to rush over to you, hugging you tight and asking you to shield him if he cries which is rapidly followed by him sniffling so you excuse him from his team and lead him away to his driver's room for comfort

ollie bearman:

the race had one lap left when you finally managed to get to ollie's garage, your car breaking down as you tried to get to the track

you were so upset with yourself that you'd failed to notice how well ollie had done, your boyfriend finishing p7 in the race and scoring haas some vital points

when he gets out of the car and back to his garage, he's so excited to see you that he doesn't register your frown at first until you fail to congratulate him and he asks what's wrong

you tell him what happened and he comforts you before asking if you're proud of him which prompts you to look around for where he finished, ollie laughing at your silliness and telling you where he finished

kimi antonelli:

the race was red flagged halfway through when you pulled up to the paddock, late thanks to an overrunning lunch with family

the red flag situation didn't involve kimi so you were thankful but you stayed away from anywhere he could see you to prevent him from being distracted by your presence

kimi finishes the race in p3, getting his first ever podium, and you can't believe you were there to witness it

you join his crew outside and when kimi runs over to hug his team, he lights up upon noticing you, pulling you into the biggest hug ever, even going so far as to pick you up and spin you around, not caring at all that you were late (or that cameras were on you two)

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[crownofgildedlilies]

great expectations - 6, game on!

prev. | current | next | series list | character intros a note from sunnie: there are two separate written sections! I couldn't add my usual dividers bc of a picture limit!

The moment you step into the house party, you know you're in for a night.

Your group separates almost immediately. Shoyo runs off—dragging Tsukki like a begrudging anchor—to find some of their teammates. Kuroo, Suga, and Kiyoko head towards the kitchen to find drinks, while you mumble something about needing to use the bathroom.

It's a lie, so you wait until Kiyoko is tucked away safely in the kitchen before you cross the party in determined steps towards the only reason you even showed up.

"Don't you dare mess this up for us, Tanaka." You threaten, interrupting the conversation he had been previously engaged with. You'd seen him as soon as you'd entered, talking against the far wall with Iwaizumi Hajime, acting like he wasn't investigating everyone that walked in the door.

"I won't! Wait, us?" Tanaka defends, chest puffing out with determination during the time it took for his mind to catch up with your words.

"Yes, us. Don't tell her I said this, but she likes you. So, now you have no excuse to not ask her out." You level him with a flat look, though after a few seconds the corners of your lips curve upwards and you're left with no choice but to smile at him.

You really do like Tanaka. It's just fun to mess with him.

But maybe you took it too far. The poor boy looks like his mind is melting.

You don't have any time to think it through, because without any further teasing, Tanaka takes off in a determined, albeit nervous, stride towards the kitchen.

You're left alone with Iwaizumi, grinning like the cat that got the canary at the knowledge that your plan was set into motion so easily. You've talked Iwaizumi enough for it to not be awkward, though every encounter you've ever had with him was either in the context of his athletic trainer internship or him apologizing for Oikawa's dumb comments.

"Nice of you to do that for Tanaka." Iwaizumi hums over the rim of his cup. You'd prearranged with Suga that he would bring you a drink, so you're not in any rush to take off and find one while you watch Tanaka psych himself up to enter the kitchen. "He's got it bad for Shimizu."

"Believe it or not, the feeling is actually mutual." You grin, thinking of the way your shy, quiet friend gushed in her own way about the spiker.

"Speaking of unbelievable things," Iwaizumi steers the conversation away from Tanaka, and you're unsure what to think as you wait for him to finish his thought. "Oikawa seems to be actually trying to be a better person since your argument."

You cringe, but not because Oikawa was brought up.

"You mean, more like since I yelled at him in front of everybody and their mother and got the whole volleyball department in trouble?"

"Yeah. But don't worry. I know he had it coming." Iwaizumi teases, and you can't help but snort. You also can't help the way your stare floats over the crowd, searching for a head of familiar brown hair that may or may not be wearing a matching outfit with you. "Look, I don't want you to think I'm only saying this because he's somehow my best friend, but I really think you should give him a chance to show you what he could be like."

"Hasn't he already shown me that?" You ask, brows knitting together and giving Iwaizumi your full attention. He knew Oikawa better than anyone, and had stuck around him for so many years. If a guy as good as Iwaizumi was vouching for Oikawa, then maybe he had a point.

And maybe you were starting to wonder if you were seeing the real Oikawa, too.

Iwaizumi shook his head, and you knew that he was being honest.

"Oikawa thinks he has to pretend for people to like him. He's been this way since we were kids. But... he's different with you. He's himself."

Your attention flicked to the crowd once more.

And suddenly, all you wanted to do was find out if Iwaizumi was telling the truth.

An hour into the party, and you still haven't actually talked to Oikawa.

But you had spent that time with your friends, crammed onto the couch and laughing loudly. At one point, Bokuto and Kuroo start shoving each other playfully, and you know you have only seconds before they start full on wrestling, so you jump from your spot on the couch and weave through the crowd towards the kitchen for a fresh drink.

There are more people than you expected. Not only was it the boy's team and friends, but you'd seen your own teammates and other sports members littered throughout the house. It's not crazy packed like a frat party, but you're glad for it. You'd rather not deal with the all sweaty, arrogant men you found on Frat Row.

With all the extra bodies, you don't think twice about the figure sliding in next to you at the counter where you're mixing a drink, assuming they're just waiting their turn for the display of mixers.

Though, when the person speaks, you realize they were waiting for something else.

"You dating any of those guys you showed up with?"

Instinctively, your face twists into a scathing mixture of disgust, distaste, and flat out annoyance. It doesn't take you long to put a name with the face, and you know you're looking at Yuuji Terushima.

You know a few things about him. He's on the school's rec volleyball team. He's not half bad at it, anyways, but he screws around too much to actually develop any skills. And he cheated on your teammate only a few short weeks earlier when they tried out dating.

You had tried to talk her out of it. Terushima tried out dating with anyone who'd let him.

"Did'ja hear me?" He asks, smirking like he knows he's hot—though you know far too much about him to fall for any sort of charm he attempts.

"I heard you," You roll your eyes, not looking up as you finish mixing your drink. You'd be damned if Terushima was going to get in the way of your refill. "I just don't want to answer you."

He smirks wider, clearly enjoying you giving in an answering him.

"Don't be so mean, sweetheart."

It's then that you try and turn to leave, but try becomes the operative word as you twist in place only for Terushima to slide easily to the space you were going to use to escape.

He's got you blocked in against the counter, and briefly your heart rate spikes. Your attention darts throughout the kitchen, but you don't know anybody that's left lingering in the small space.

"Even if you are dating one of them," Terushima continues on, like he wasn't making you incredibly uncomfortable. "They don't have to know—"

Suddenly, Terushima is jerked away from you. You have a split second to recognize a hand clamped on his shoulder until your line of sight frees up, only to be replaced by a broad back wedged protectively between the two of you.

"Hey, man." Oikawa. He's the one who came your your rescue, who was currently glaring daggers at Terushima, if your glance at the side of his face told you anything. "She's not interested. Get lost."

And though Terushima was still smirking at you, he raised his hands as if claiming innocence. With nothing more than a wink in your direction, he melted back into the crowd.

Oikawa waits until Terushima is completely gone before turning back to face you, frown etched deep onto his face. You realize you've never seen him genuinely frown, only playfully. It makes your stomach twist in nerves.

"Are you okay?" His voice is deep and gravelly, and you can tell he's still pissed off.

"Yeah, I'm fine." You nod, crossing your arms over your chest. You were uncomfortable, but not because Oikawa. No, you were grateful for him, a foreign feeling. "He was just being pushy, but he didn't touch me, or anything."

"I swear, I'm going to have Iwaizumi kick him out."

"My hero," You tease, snorting out a laugh. The sound makes Oikawa's frown falter, and you pinch your arm to keep from smiling at the sight. "I think I'm going to head home, though."

"Can I walk you back?" You can tell he's still worked up over what he walked in on, so you know he's not trying to pull any moves.

It makes you think of Iwaizumi's earlier words, and suddenly you're answering before you realize.

"Please."

extras!

yn acts like she hates helping tanaka with kiyoko but she actually loves it so much. obsessed with the effort tanaka puts in for her friend and approves of him completely

the entire time they were getting ready to go out kuroo kept teasing yn about "how much she wanted to go see oikawa" and only stopped when she threw a shoe at his head

tsukki acts like he's too cool to gossip but he's smirking the whole time anyone calls out yn for crushing on oikawa

hinata's big dream (besides going pro in vball) is for oikawa and yn to date. truly thinks of them as mom and dad but he's too scared of yn to say so

iwaizumi never told oikawa that he asked yn to give him a chance. he knows he'll be too annoying about it

oikawa and yn spent two hours together after leaving the party - suga spent 75% of that time stalking her location to make sure she was safe. but also to be nosy. mostly to be nosy.

the house was waiting outside yn's bedroom for the morning debrief after seeing her and oikawa's posts of each other.

Hinata was on the roof with Lev (also on the boys vball team)

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[jiminjeonging]

I don't know if I accidentally sent this before finishing it but here I go again if I accidentally did 😭

I want to come and bring au prompts every now and then since I have so many and can't develop them completely since I have adhd. So here I go! Anybody is welcome to use them if they get inspired!

g!p yjm cam!mommy au: where yjm has an alter ego, "Katrina", who she transforms into when she streams for her adult content website. Katrina wears a black suit, white dress shirt and an united black tie. She hides her identity under an ornamented golden lion masquerade mask. The mask has a little detail that could point her viewers to her real identity; a mole bellow the left side of her lips. She also has star shaped scar in her right wrist.

Kmj is a burned out pre-med student who can't wait to get home after a long day and relieve some of her stress. She loves watching Katrina's stream everyday and touching herself untill she reaches her orgasm multiple times. She can't believe a woman this perfect exists. Mj doesn't have to worry about money, so she spends a lot on her favorite mommy. Katrina really appreciates the commissions.

Katrina's specialities are dirty talking to her audience and ASMR: rubbing her dick soaked in lube, groaning low, getting herself off, etc. Yjm is a completely different person out of her alter ego. She's a messy nerdy woman studying anthropology. She looks like she's always running late with her messy outfits and more-than-once broken glasses poorly repaired with white tape.

She gets an opportunity to transfer to mj's uni, and they meet when she gets assigned as mj's calculus tutor. Mj's first impression of her is bad. She's really messy and disorganized despite of being exceptionally smart. They go over more tutoring sessions and she accidentally glances at her wrist. Jm has a very particular scar. Something mj has seen before. A star shaped scar.

i love this so much thank you for sharing!! i would love to read about this omg like how mj would use this information for her gain! maybe since mj is kind of a rich spoiled kid she can blackmail jm in exchange of favors hehe

[rarepairdumpster]

Jurassic Park AU Part 2

Part 1

Pairing: Viktor/Silco (Arcane) Rating: M C/W: Post-Island, Flirting, Hot Tub Sex, Viktor gets hot for chaos

When they finally leave, Viktor doesn't call Silco for a long time, thinking that what they had was just trauma bonding.

Meanwhile, Silco writes and publishes a book about his experience at Jurassic Park and gets invited on talk shows, and they all ask him what happened with the cute paleontologist.

Silco told Viktor to meet him at a book signing and Viktor walks up with a book in hand and asks "So, what did happen with the cute paleontologist?"

"I don't think he was that interested in the end," Silco answers, smiling mildly, though there's a hint of disappointment in his eyes. "But I'd like to be proven wrong for once."

"Well, I hope you'll be pleasantly surprised," Viktor flushes. "Are you...busy after this?"

Silco arches a brow. "I'm meant to be at a party; I made the New York Times' number one, you know."

But then he smirks.

"But I've never been one for parties."

Viktor chuckles. "I really can't see you at parties."

Silco sweeps the tip of his tongue across his bottom lip. Just visible for a moment.

"I have a hotel room not too far away, if you're open to a private bottle of wine."

Viktor taps his book and smirks. "Only if you sign my book, bestseller."

Silco leans forward and takes his copy, and writes the filthiest personal message before signing his name. Silco also includes the hotel and room number in the message. 

"I should be finished by 8," Silco smiles as he hands the book back over.

"I'll let the concierge know to let you in."

Viktor gets there early, and the concierge recognises him instantly, and he is led up to the suite.

Silco comes back to find Viktor taking full advantage of the jacuzzi tub.

Silco leans against the doorframe of the bathroom and smiles as he sees Viktor relaxing. 

"Mind if I join you?" Silco asks, already starting to loosen his tie. 

"Only if you pour me another," Viktor moves to the edge of the tub and watches Silco undress as he holds out the nearly empty wine glass.

Silco tuts.

"Started without me, hmm? I'm unsure whether I ought to be offended."

"You're a bright one," Viktor smirks. "I think you'll catch up quickly."

Silco takes the glass, but not before running his fingers along Viktor's wrist.

Viktor shivers and his eyes follow Silco's now bare form as he pours another for him and then a glass for himself. 

"I have to ask," Silco says, finally stepping into the tub and handing Viktor's glass to him, "why did it take so long for you to reach out?"

Viktor shifted a little. "I wanted to be sure it wasn't the...heat of the moment, so to speak."

"What made you realise it wasn't?" 

"I saw you on a talk show." Viktor fidgets with his glass and then he laughs. "And I still wanted you to fuck my brains out."

Silco moves closer to Viktor, sitting next to him and letting his arm slide around Viktor's shoulders. 

"I do believe I promised you a gentlemanly railing on a counter," Silco teases, brushing his nose against the wet strands at Viktor's temple. "but a frisk in a hot tub is a good start."

Viktor snorts. "I don't think gentle made an appearance in the promise."

"Ah, well it doesn't have to," Silco sets his barely touched glass of wine down and brings his fingers to Viktor's jaw, gently turning his head towards him. 

"I've been thinking about you ever since I left that island."

Viktor shivers despite the heat of the tub. Swallows. "You have?"

Silco chuckles. "How could I resist thinking about such a beautiful, brilliant person like you?"

Viktor sucks in a ragged breath in the moments before Silco leans in and kisses him, lips as skilled as Viktor had fantasized.

Silco pulls Viktor into his lap, knowing the water is easier on his joint, but still holding Viktor's hip up, regardless. He runs a hand through the half damp hair at the nape of Viktor's neck and kisses him like he's wanted to ever since the helicopter ride to that godforsaken island.

Viktor's hands flutter embarrassingly, before settling, one curling around a strong shoulder and the other splaying across a pec

Viktor can feel the rough texture of Silco's scars against his inner thigh

Silco trails his hand behind Viktor, letting his fingertips brush against Viktor's sensitive hole. 

"Ah, I see you really did start without me," Silco teases against Viktor's lips

"I didn't want further delays," Viktor answers, flustered. "I took so long to come to you as it is."

Silco pushes a finger into Viktor, letting his lips capture the gasp that passes from Viktor's. "Gods, you're irresistible," Silco breathes, already feeling Viktor harden between their bellies.

"You're one to talk," Viktor mutters. "All that talk of chaos would get anyone randy."

The comment startles a laugh from Silco.

"I suppose I'll save my lecture on the three different kinds of chaos for when I really need to get you going," Silco smiles and kisses Viktor's cheek and jaw

Viktor kisses his mouth more determinedly, and Silco chuckles, but obliges.

After a few more moments of kissing, Viktor reaches behind himself and grabs hold of Silco to line himself up. 

"No more delays," Viktor repeats, letting out a breath before letting himself sink down onto Silco.

Silco almost groans at the tight, wet slide down his cock. He leans back against the edge of the tub and slides his hands down to grip narrow hips.

Viktor kisses Silco, moaning as he's filled up, and just so deep. How he denied himself this, he doesn't know.

"You're not as big as I thought," Viktor gasps against his lips, because he can't help being a brat 

"We both know that's a lie."

And Silco gets an evil look on his face before he just starts bouncing Viktor relentlessly on his dick.

Viktor almost cries out as he digs his nails into Silco's shoulders, the water splashing up between them as Silco pounds him hard and fast.

Arch + Woods

[ghostjewel]

Tagged by @grunkleuri Last song: Hostile Government Takeover https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PuWVgVkMiHE&ab_channel=AGiftFromTodd-Topic

Last album: I can't even remember the last time I listened to an entire album, that is sooooo sad ugh. But maybe...Sleep Party People

Last Movie: Flow. It's a gorgeous, haunting (yet super cute) animation that deserves all those awards. But oh my god....It made me /bawl/ and my heart race. This is a me-problem. If there's two things that make me cry it's subtle sadnesses and anything to do with cats.

Last show: Invincible. (Posted a fic recently...). I also just finished the comics! God I love to see a male protagonist crying and I cannot lie.

Last google search: (not Google, but I do love to see the company lose marketability with the phrase succumbing to genericide) BMX Terminator lyrics

Favorite color: grey-blue

Relationship status: Married if you can believe it Current obsession: I must admit, at this moment, it's Invincible.

Looking forward to: You know I have all these events that require a lot of prep coming up that I am very excited about but also nervous about....I need to think about or plan some smaller scale things to feel excited about. Ah, I do plan to go to a disco dance club in the city pretty soon, that's fairly small heh

@start-missing-everybody @ceruleanboxers @hellyeahheather @mythosaur34667 No presh

Ask game!

tagged by: @psygull

Last song: tv off by Kendrick Lamar. GNX is possibly the most hype I've ever been for an album, at least since Lorde's sophomore effort. dodger blue and wacced out murals are my favorite songs off the album, but tv off is so goddamn good. MUSTAAAAAAAAAAARDD

Last album: GNX. See above. I'm so excited for the superbowl this year just for Kendrick. I've been thinking about going out to a sports bar just so I'm not the only person at home screaming along during the show, lol.

Last movie: Ummmmm. Probably Porco Rosso? I haven't had the mental energy to sit down and watch a movie for a while, but Porco Rosso is a comfort movie for me. Great vibes, dead fascists, and a plucky female deuteragonist. What more can a girl want?

Last show: Very Important People on Dropout. Vic Michaelis is fucking hilarious and season 2 has not lost any of the momentum of S1. Dropout is so worth the subscription, even if you're not into Dimension 20.

Last google search: I... I don't know? I haven't used Google Search in a long time. (I know this isnt technically what the question is but i wanna talk about search engines so whatever.) DuckDuckGo has been my daily driver search engine for years now, and it's honestly better than Google these days. "Downside" being that it doesn't save your search history, but IMO that's a point in its favor. I did realize this year that about half of my web searches were for Wikipedia articles, so I decided to cut out the middle man and just download the Wikipedia app, and I strongly recommend it. The built in search is excellent (my last search was "rover 216." Weird little British econobox built on a Honda platform).

Favorite color: Pink! Tragically underrepresented in my wardrobe compared to my toolbox and weed paraphernalia.

Relationship status: Single 🥺

Current obsession: I'm kinda in a rut right now on the obsession front. I feel a Homestuck re-read coming on. Maybe I'll finally crack open those print editions and lose my mind over the author commentary. Apologies in advance for posting cringe if I do.

Looking forward to: HRT! I found a clinic nearby that will work with my insurance (and they should be able to get me a referral for electrolysis! I thought i was gonna have to sell my miata to cover that cost but i might not have to!)

Tagging: @1990mx5 @1988nissanbe-1 @trombone-minivan @grrlferrari @unconventionallyunconventional

[rainofcolours]

[ One-shot | Kaijou/Puppyshipping | Valentine's Day '25 fic ]

Summary: Seto knows what he has with Katsuya is a quiet kind of love, built upon small actions and passing moments. So, each morning he wakes, converging the essence of self in the stillness of the hour, and asks: what is it that he, Kaiba Seto, considers his centre? An introspection-driven relationship study of Seto and Katsuya. Note: Happy Valentine's to our boys! I decided to write them quietly happy for once (mostly; it's properly happy this time, really!) and living in bliss – because despite my withered husk of a heart, I only really want them to be (kinda realistically) happy c':

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It was 4.57am.

Seto awoke in the quiet, right on cue.

Whatever the impetus, this had been the single constant that followed him throughout his life. It was a habit he had cultivated from years of necessity – school, work, Gozaburo, stress. Once a product of authority and fear, Seto had since reclaimed its association, determined to cycle its rebirth from a past buried into a present of peace and rest.

Now, these hours he reserved for the anchoring of self before the ionisation of a day; a moment of him, for him – reflection rotated around the tightrope of interlude that separated his twilight from the awakening of the day.

It was one of the few luxuries Seto allowed himself.

He slipped, from his bed warmed by two into the embrace of quiet, footsteps light even though the bed hardly stirred. The shadow of his form the manual flicker against the slice of the city projected into the cover of their bedroom – constellations of city lights scattered across the corner of their duvet – gliding past the sliver at the edge of the curtains, one that fell just wayward of its seam against the corner of the wall. An imperfection, from when Katsuya caught the tail of the fabric a morning moons ago, sleep heavy in the clumsiness of his motions. 

An imperfection that neither had rectified since.

(Read the rest of the fic here!)

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