#I KEEP POPPING THESE OUT LIKE THERES NO TOMORROW

[hell0jon]

witness

[foxmulderautism]

eyes jolt open at 3:10am. i have to watch gods own country

[softmeetscreatureplz]

(..)

[moonstruckme]

Haloooo!!! I wanted to request something but I jus wanna say how much i adore your workkksss😭 not to shade other writers but youre probably my fave out of them, theres just something about your writings thats so comforting and I love it!! Can I request a academic rival trope for Remus and reader??🥹 Im excited to read it!! Thank you!!🫶

I'm so glad you enjoy them my love!! Thank you for requesting <3

cw: mention of skipping meals (never fear it is remedied)

Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

Remus is the only other person in the library. You’ve been hopelessly aware of him since he’d sat down four tables away from you an hour ago, and you’re positive he’s being distracting on purpose, because no one really eats chocolate like that. 

It’s abominable and should be punishable by death, honestly, the way he’s getting brown smudges all over the pages of his book. He’ll pop a chocolate in his mouth, let it get all melty in there, then slowly suck the remnants off each of his fingers, the movement distracted and tantalizing. Brow furrowed and eyes sharp, he looks entirely absorbed by his studies. 

You wish you could say the same. 

You’ve read the same page four times now, and the information keeps bouncing off your brain like someone’s put an invisible shield around it. Your eyes burn slightly, your back aches from too long spent in this wooden chair, but you need to know this stuff by tomorrow. Somehow, you need to make yourself retain it. 

“Do you mind?” 

You stop tapping the end of your pencil on the table, looking over at Remus. Your eyes narrow on instinct. 

“Do you?” 

He raises a brow. “I’m not doing anything.” 

“Yes, you are. You keep smacking your lips, it’s irritating.” It’s not, really, it’s…it’s something else. It’s not conducive to a distraction-free study environment, that’s what it is. “Are you even allowed to have those in here?” 

Remus sighs heavily. “Alright.” 

Before you can figure out what he means by that, he’s pushing back his chair, walking over to join you at your table. He holds your gaze as he sits down and then pushes his chocolates towards you, seemingly expectant. 

“What are you doing?” 

“You’re clearly jealous. Go on, have a few.” 

“I am not jealous.” You glare at him, arms folding over your book. It’s a habit, to hide the answers from him, but when you notice his gaze drop to the protective motion you feel silly. “And I’m not eating those. You’ve been licking your fingers and reaching in there, it’s gross.” 

“Oh.” Remus retreats slightly, cheeks pinkening. “I didn’t realize I was, sorry.” 

It’s gratifying to see him embarrassed. He’s the shyest of his group of friends (which is to say, he won’t automatically go and talk the ear off anyone within ten yards of him), but he goes about his day with their same unshakeable confidence, earned by social status and, admittedly, an intimidating academic prowess. Though you’ve always met each other head on in class, you’ve never felt up to par with him in any other respect. It’s nice to feel on a similar playing field. A bit endearing to see this tentative, boyish side to him, too. 

It doesn’t last long enough. 

There’s the barest shift in his expression, but you note with dread that familiar twinkle in Remus’ eyes. “Seems like you’ve been paying more attention to me than your book, hm?” 

Yup, the endearment is gone. 

“I’m basically done studying for the night anyway,” you lie through your teeth. “I was just finishing up.” 

Remus’ brow lifts. He clearly doesn’t believe you. “Good for you. How long have you been here?” 

“Since five.” It’s the truth this time, and you say it proudly. You want to show him that you work harder than him, are better, but your smugness fizzles out when he frowns. 

“That long?” Remus asks, looking less defeated and more…troubled. “You must be exhausted. I was only going to put a couple of hours in.” 

It nettles you, the implication that he can do better than you by studying half the time. You shrug with feigned insouciance. “I guess we’ll see who does better tomorrow.” 

“Did you miss dinner?” He breezes right by the challenge, leaning forward as his brows come down. “You must have taken a break then.” 

You cross your arms, appraising him as he does you. What is he playing at? 

“I don’t take breaks, Remus.” I work hard. I play to win. 

Remus hums, eyes still on you. It’s a struggle not to squirm under his gaze. After a minute, he sighs. 

“Okay,” he says, starting to pack up his things. He puts his chocolates back in his bag. “I would offer you some of these, but you’ve made your thoughts about that known. I guess all that’s left is to go to the kitchens.” 

You look up at him as he stands. “What are you talking about?”

“You can’t just not eat before the exam, love. It wouldn’t be fair.” 

“To who?” 

“To either of us. You need to do well, and I need to know you can do well so that I do well.” He leans against the table, a soft curve to his bottom lip. Like you’re friends. “Come on, grab your things.” 

“I can’t just—” You shake your head incredulously. “I still have to study.” 

“I thought you were done studying.” 

“I—not—not all the way done,” you hedge, cheeks warming. Remus smiles like you’re funny. 

“Let’s be done for tonight,” he says in a gentle tone. It’s not so different from his usual voice, and yet the sound of it caresses your nerves, lulling them to rest. “There’ll be time before the exam tomorrow. You’ve put in plenty of hours already, and those won’t do you any good without food and sleep.” 

You bite the inside of your lip, considering this. Though you’ve tried to ignore it, you are tired. The bone-deep, heavy kind, from a week of exams that have left you nearly in tatters. You’re afraid that if you take to your bed now, getting out again may seem more trouble than it’s worth. 

“And,” Remus adds offhandedly, “if beating my score is your goal, I like your odds. You’ve been studying all night, and I hardly opened my book a half hour ago.” 

You blink up at him. Remus seems to realize you’re not going to start packing up yourself and, with a long-suffering sigh, begins doing it for you. “Why aren’t you staying to study?” you ask. 

He shrugs. “I don’t mind going to the kitchens with you. And would you really go if I stayed here and studied?” 

“No,” you answer honestly. 

He gives you a wry, knowing look. “Then I suppose it’s a small price to pay.”

[solanal0ve]

HOW THEY FUCK YOU ON NEW YEARS

ִ ★ Its new years and your getting fucked. {Toji, Choso and Gojo}

ִ★ contents: fem!reader, hair pulling, praise, edging, creampie, begging and some other stuff

₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ TOJI FUSHIGURO

He will find anywhere and any place to bend you over. The couch, a table, a chair anywhere. He has been edging you for at least an hour. He’s pulling on your hair whispering naughty things in your ear while fucking you stupid. “Oh look at that.. the ball is about to drop” You look at the T.V and see the count down. “Come on baby count with us” Giving a hard slap to your ass making you a moaning mess while he pounds into your sweet cunt like the worlds about to end. He really wants you to count while he is fucking you non stop? “10.. 9..” He beings counting. “Oh fuck im gonna cum!” You practically yell. Your legs are aching in pain from the roughness of tojis fucking and you feel cross eyed. “Dont you fucking dare” He groans in your ear. “Count” you can’t believe it he actually wants you to count. The idea slowly dawns on you that he wont let you cum until you count and new years has passed. He knows you will do anything to cum. “5.. 4.. 3.. 2.. 1” You count. “Cum” It was almost in a whisper but your glad you heard it. Your orgasm rips though you sending a wave of pleasure through your body. “Happy new year baby”

₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ CHOSO KAMO

He is leaving passionate kisses from you neck all the way down to your pussy. He already ate you out but he is just naturally a sweetheart and loves to kiss you body. “You ready?” The tip of his dick is pressing up against you entrance and theres 5 minutes until midnight where it will be a year new. You nod and watch as his dick slides into you pussy with ease. You moan from the feeling of being filled up with his dick and you already know this will be fun. He begins to thrust in and out of you like there is no tomorrow making your body ache but you didn’t mind you were just happy that you got to get fucked by him. Choso. 1 minute til midnight. “Oh yes.. Fuckkk choso” You moan feeling his dick slide in and out and always pounding into that spot that makes you want to lose your mind. “Just like that baby, moan my name for me” You hear him panting heavily and you pussy squeezes around his cock. 10.. 9.. 8.. “Lets cum on 1..ok?” He growls in you ear. You nod unable to say anything. 3..2..1 Fireworks pop outside and there beautiful but you don’t pay muck attention to that as you both release. You can feel his cum filling you to the brim, its warm and it feels really good. “Happy.. happy new years my love”

₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ SATORU GOJO

Gojo had been edging and teasing you for at least an hour now. He would let you cum and then build you up for another release then take it away. It was like he was playing with you feeling and you didn’t like that very much. You were a sobbing begging mess he had now edged you 3 time in a row. “T-toru please.” There were tears running down you cheeks all you wanted to do was cum “Please what..? use your words.” You knew exactly what he was doing you both knew new years was another 2 minutes from now and he is gonna make you hold out until then. “Please let me cum toru please.” Your legs were aching and you body was sore but you still had 2 minutes. “Hmmm should i?” He asks himself slowly pulling out on ur dripping pussy “Nope” A grin spreads across his face and he pounds back into you pussy making you cry out with a mix of pain and pleasure. 30 seconds on the count down and you a moaning sobbing mess you want it to end but want him to keep going. “Your doing such a good job.. Just a little more baby” He groaned in you ear with you legs over his shoulders. 8.. 7.. “Come on baby just a little longer” You were at your breaking point but you cant hold it for a few more seconds right? 3.. 2.. 1.. Its new years. “cum for me baby” Using his tumb to rub your clit in small circles you release all over him and you body fell pimp. “Happy new year.”

NOTES . . . HAPPY NEW YEARS though im a little late because i’ve been busy i wanna say thank you for 80+ notes on my last post. I wanted to do sukuna but its 2am im sleepy n i have school tmr but i hope you all had a wonderful new years and love ya

[soaplickerrr]

Accidentally Coincidental

CHAPTER 9 (click pictures for better quality)

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a/n: updates will be slow, i'm working on a pretty long fic on my side blog.

pairing: Idol!Kim Seungmin x Fem! CollegeStudent!Reader

genre: contemporary romance

SMAU

synopsis: Y/N, a regular college student accidentally texts Seungmin, a star in the K-pop group Stray Kids while trying to text her Ex, Soonyoung to come pick up his things, leading to an unexpected connection that blossoms into a heartfelt romance.

ignore time stamps, dates (other than the ones mentioned during texting) and typos

THERES A WRITTEN PART, DO NOT JUST SCROLL THROUGH THE PICS!

WARNING: I think Seungmin took something this chapter, he’s a littleeeeee too confident.

It was late, again. The usual time for you and Sky to talk. You found yourself smiling down at your phone, heart racing slightly. Even after everything that had happened, there was still a little mystery between you. His teasing messages, his encouragement, and his strange ability to push you out of your comfort zone while also making you laugh, it was becoming the highlight of your days. Today felt like it was heading toward something different, though. There was a shift in the air.

Your phone buzzed.

Seungmin rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t help the small smile spreading across his face. Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough.

——

The next day was bright and clear, the perfect background to what seemed like a major turning point in your life. You had been nervous all morning, playing the texts between you and Sky in your head over and over.

Now it was real, this mystery guy who had inched his way into your heart through long nights of conversation was finally about to show himself.

You stood in front of the mirror and arched a brow, smoothing down your outfit. You had chosen something simple, comfortable, yet still nice. It wasn't like this was some formal date or anything, at least you didn't think it was- but the butterflies in your stomach were telling you a whole different story. Your hands slightly shook as you applied just a touch of lip gloss and then checked the time. 2:45 PM. Fifteen minutes until you were supposed to meet him.

You took one last deep breath, grabbed your bag, and turned towards the door with your heart pounding.

Just a small walk from your apartment, but the distance felt like forever to get to the café. How would he look? Would he be as charming in person as he was over text? Would you even recognize him? And more importantly- what if things were awkward? What if all the chemistry you'd felt over the phone disappeared the moment you met?

You reached the café exactly at 2:58, your palms sweating while you pushed the door open. The soft clinking of coffee cups and the hum of quiet conversation met your ears, but you only heard the beating of your heart. You scanned the room, your eyes landing on table number 7 in the back corner- just as he had said.

Your breath caught. There he was.

A guy with short dark hair concealed by a black cap was sitting at the table casually, wearing a black jacket, a black wife beater under, and jeans.

He looked up just about the time you came in, and the instant your eyes met, he smiled. You couldn't see his mouth as it was covered by a mask, but you could clearly see the smile that reached his eyes.

And in that instant, you realized. Those eyes are oddly familiar.

Your feet seemed to be walking across the room on their own accord, your mind racing.

He stood as you approached the table, with that very same playful grin on his face.

"Hey," he said, his voice low but warm. "Guess it's time for me to finally collect on that kiss, huh?"

You couldn't help but laugh, the bubbles rising up inside you as you sat.

You recognized that voice, and you knew who he really was, but you were not one bit disappointed.

"Well," you said, trying to keep your voice level, "I did promise, didn't I?"

“Sit down, unless you want everyone to see old-regular-me kissing THEE Kim Seungmin.”

I genuinely don’t like this wtf🧍

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[changbinsboobs]

what is something u came to learn abt each skz member that really did surprise u or that u might not have thought abt if u were just observing them as a fan?

I def want to answer that again in the future when i have done more readings on them but for now its this:

1. how easy going I.N is. Tbh i though he's pretty stuck up and kind of a snob😅

2. how sneaky felix is. He seems like an innocent sunshine but i think he has a very different side to him that otherwise stays very well hidden.

3. how girlypop chan is. He has a more of a daddy/therapist perona within the fandom and other than that seems very serious and workaholic so i thought his energy would a very "no bullshit" kinda energy but he's very very cool and as i said gives me "girly pop, tea" typa energy.

4. how stuck up hyunjin is. Tbh i did sense that already when watching 2 kids room but i thought its just a small part of him, as we see so much of his fun creative side, but after doing multiple readings on him i believe he's a VERY difficult person to have an relationship with (platonic/romantic whatever, just very difficult)

5. how family oriented seungmin is. Very very mature. If tomorrow news cane out if him having a wife and a 3 year old child, with another in the way - i wouldn't be surprised AT ALL!!!

6. han being much more stable than i thought. Honestly i thought he's a mess and definitely has big problems mentally - doesn't seem like that at all tho in my readings. Gives off a pretty stable energy at least comparing to what i thought before.

7. for leeknow i dont have much as he seems pretty similar to what I've picked up on him beforehand - aside from the fact i thought he's way spicier than he actually is. Now it makes total sense to me, and i actually see where that come sfrom through his behaviour in interviews and more insight that we've gotten about his prsonal life etc, but somehow back then i still thought he would be spicier, being a double scorpio (or scorpio gemini) and all.

8. for changbin theres nothing that surprised me as I've picked up on his energy soooo strongly from the moment i started stanning the group. He's actually the reason i started using tarot, because through him i found out i actually have a gift for things like that. Like i would be cooking(or doing something), and suddenly i get a weird urge to like vent and ramble(with like really specific details), and feel so annoyed and hurt and i keep seeing him and like getting an urge to be held - even tho I have never had thought and feelings of that kind before. Idk how to explain it - u just know its not yours. And i endure it for a few 10-20 minutes, and it doesn't go and suddenly i decide to look if something's happened and then i see a certain live or a video or whatever and everything I've been feeling and hearing suddenly makes perfekt sense. Also had periods of times where he's in my dreams, but disguised and its like really intense. But yeah anyways I've went into too much detail😂 basically everything I've found out about him through tarot, i already knew before. I became interested in tarot primarily because of him and the intense energy I was CONSTANTLY picking up on.

[lemmetreatya]

babyyyyyy we’re gonna need that fútbol player!onyankapon fic asappp😩😩😩

your wish is my command wifeeeyyyy

content: afab!reader, possesive!ony, smut, missionary, marking, creampie, breeding

footballer!onyankopon always had a focused mindset when it came to his career -- seldom not occupied on his craft -- but when it came to you? things were different.

footballer!onyankopon who fell head over heels in love with you whilst you used to cheer on your brother at the stand during sunday league matches. footballer!onyankopon who'd bashfully tell you pre-game that any goal he scores will be for you and would always give you a half looped smile whenever he did

footballer!onyankopon who proposes 3 years into your relationship once he gets the greenlight that hes gonna go pro, telling you it'd be wrong to go any further without making you his sole cheerleader. you end up getting to know most of his new teammates but because youre just naturally so bubbly, sometimes footballer!onyankopon can get a bit jealous

"cant lie, if you ever fumble her, know im next in line" are the words that act as the limit to footballer!onyankopon's patience. he knows that theres a sharing mentality with most footballers and the girls they sleep with but thats just not who you are. so, you can only imagine your absolute surprise when footballer!onyankopon is a lot more pouty that night than he usually ever is

"baby, dont talk to my teammates ever again" he says with his toothbrush half sticking out his mouth.

you cant help but giggle at him from the bed, eyeing him over your book. especially concerning how quickly he rushed out the bathroom to tell you this.

"what happen now? another article suspecting theres a secret affair going on?"

footballer!onyankopon quickly pops back into the bathroom to spit the toothpaste out of his mouth before answering you from the sink, unseen.

"they want you after youre 'done' with me."

you can hear the slight despondency in his voice which makes you place down the book on your bedside table to sit up in bed.

"you know thats silly, right? like you know i could never actually be 'done' with you. its you or death."

"ay, ay, ay dont talk like that!" footballer!onyankopon comes out the bathroom having rinsed and dried his mouth. he seems slightly offput by your words but it doesnt hide the slight pang of pain that he wears on his face. even though he was coming to lie down next to you, you still open his side of the duvet for him to lie under.

"no but its true. its us or nothing. no ones having me after nobody, its only me and you papa."

footballer!onyankopon snuggles in next to you but can only find himself staring at the ceiling. he does however appreciate the heat of you next to him

"i know. its just...i dont like thinking about it."

"then dont." you say softly. "think instead about how you do have me and how you have me now. in fact i want you to show me how no one else gets to touch me but you."

footballer!onyankopon doesnt have to be told twice or given an excuse to show you that you were his. to have your anklet with his initials on practically kissing your earlobes as he fucks into you possessively. he was so eager to prove that you were his alone that hed forgotten to prep you as he revels in the feeling of your cunt hugging his cock.

its a tight fit but with how your calling out his name and no one elses?! who can blame him if "mine, mine, mine" is all he keeps chanting into your slick mouth

footballer!onyankopon doesnt mind too much when you scratch at his back in a possesive manner. it'll probably sting him during the salt water bath tomorrow but he doesnt care. he'll probably be teased by his teammates about it during the locker rooms but fuck it, even better. right now, with how pliably succumbing you were for him, there was nothing you could do that'd put him off you.

footballer!onyankopon didn't usually but he couldnt help but to empty himself inside of you; his prime showcase of possession. maybe if you were to have a swollen stomach and then a child that looked exactly like him, his teammates will know not to utter such futile words to him

"let them know that no ones ever getting a turn with me" you mumble as you lightly finger the swollen cross hatching across footballer!onyankopon's back the morning after.

footballer!onyankopon slightly hisses at the sensitivity of it but hes warmly chuckling in response. considering hes sat on the edge of the bed, he turns round to bend and lay a kiss to your forehead.

"dont worry. theyll be more than aware." he assures, smile warm

[the-s1lly-corner]

You points

I'd like to hear some of your general headcanons for itward! Any and all headcanons you can think of >:)

General Itward hcs!

I got too silly guys

This is gonna be long so buckleup

Side note, my silly little goofy baking marathon has begun, so requests are REALLY gonna slow down today and tomorrow and likely Tuesday as well

I current have multiple pies in the oven as we speak <\3 (note from the future i was typing for so long the first batch of pies finished and the second group just got put in)

My bodies gonna hate me for this but imma get paid (yaaaay!!!!)

Love to think that itward is self sufficient. He grows his own stuff and scavenges for any metal parts he needs what whatever (his ship, a project, ect)

As such he also builds and maintains his own stuff; the ship is the most obvious thing! But I like to think nearly everything in the ship itself was either made by him or found abandoned !

Its canon that he loves forks, both stated in the character sheet thing KMG posted as well as the copious amounts of forks decorating the main area of his ship! I mean he literally has a wall covered in forks! I can easily see him having even more forks stashed away somewhere

Torn between headcannoning him to just have them in a jumbled heap in a drawer somewhere... and headcannoning that he sorts them by size, material, color, and style... both seem so in character for him.. hmm..

I can say for certain that he has a box somewhere full of random stuff hes collected and it's not at all neat and organized. Rocks, gears, bolts, sticks, glass vials, jewels, and so on! The "oo pretty I think I'll keep this and use it for later (never uses it for later)" mindset! I like calling those lil trinket boxes "crow boxes"

"The one many children talk about", as said by the man himself. So fran and the twins arent the only ones who have interacted with him... dad of dozens of children

I was gonna go somewhere with that previous point but I genuinely forgot what I was gonna say

Has made stuffed animals and dolls at least once for all of his kids. And yes, that includes Clara and Mia, at least before they tried to kill him... reluctantly makes bunnies for kids who ask

Speaking of bunnies, since it's been proven that itward wasnt bluffing or lying about his fear of them (KMG made a post showing off a type of Kamala that basically makes you addicted to their candy, making you eat them til your guts explode) (which... is horrifying and makes me wonder, did itward see that happen to someone? Perhaps one of his kids? A friend? Or did he not and the concept just scares him so much?) It's a little funny that itward has a bunny plushie on his ship

Sad hc but I like to think it belonged to one of his past children and as much as hes afraid of it he doesnt have the heart to give it away

While we're on the topic of sad stuff, I dont think itward can shed tears. So in place of them, his bones start to rattle a little

While I also headcannon that his bones rattle when hes nervous or flustered, and perhaps on the rare occasion that hes angry, it does happen when hes sad enough

Okay no more sad, I like to think his hat steams when he gets real excited about something or embarrassed. The top of it just. Pops open and theres the steam billowing out

I dunno I think it suits him and his aesthetic...

Stole this idea from someone else but he can purr; it's mostly involuntary imo and if you listen close enough you can hear his bones vibrating and clacking against one another

His eyes glow in the dark! Not too bright, it's fairly dim, but it's enough for him to see around and for you to see where he is in a dark room!

Creaky bones. He is OLD! probably VERY OLD! So it would make sense his bones click and make noise thanks to the general age.. wear and tear you know? Especially prominent in his spine and ankles

Has a habit of clacking his teeth/jaw when speaking, as well as when hes just. Not doing anything

Prone to fiddling with his rings (!! Will get to that in a second!) As well as the accessories on his coat; and sometimes, even his hat!

Okay the rings! I like to hc that itward makes his own accessories too ! That includes the gems and chains on his coat (heck, hes probably made his own clothes!) And I like to hc that he sometimes wears rings !

Sometimes sells his stuff; more likely to sell shoes and clothing, as well as his machines and services! Sure he mostly lives off stuff hes found or grew, but theres some stuff that he cant just find or grow.. plus its generally a good idea to have some money somewhere

I'm pretty sure hes good friends with palontras and ziar (given him and palontras work together to help Fran and the painting of ziar in itwards ship) but I also like to think he is friends with the wizard and cogwind!

Mostly because I wish we got more stuff for both of them... also him and cogwind can bond over their interests!

Does not stay in one place for long, given that KMGs labels him as a wanderer, but assuming he keeps Fran around to raise her I think he anchors down to one place... well not ANCHOR but like, cutting down on traveling at least a bit, especially in the beginning so fran can fully come to terms with everything shes learned (the truth of her parents death, the grieving process, learning she may or may not be part of something larger if memory serves me right, it's been a while since I played the game, as well as being shot.. like yeah she was healed physically but like imagine how shes gonna feel when that fact she was shot mentally sinks in) ... cant have her bouncing between different realities and the spaces in between them constantly

Ponders

Listens to Antonios (giant old ant dude) old music, I think! Probably has a bunch of old vynlls laying around somewhere

Frequently has to clean his hands, especially his fingers since hes always working on SOMETHING, he doesnt wanna walk around with gunk in the grooves of his fingers. Very yucky very gross and very un-gentleman..ly...

I keep trying to wrap this post up but I keep remembering hcs/coming up with new ones

Anyways COMMITS to the bit when hes playing a game with Fran, or really any kid hes looking over. Tea party? Hes gonna bust out his very best manners. Yes he will wear a tiara if its offered to him. It will go over his hat, of course. Playing doctor? Oh he'll moan n cry about how sick hes feeling, please help him! Ect ect, things like that!

Sometimes makes shadow puppets and tells stories. Both in the form of little shadow theatres, but sometimes he will use his own hands and project the shadows onto the wall!

Very good at coming up with stories on the fly

Also very very good at comforting people, I think. Hes been around for a while and he just OOZES comfort

So if you have a nightmare or struggle with anxiety, itward wont let you just suffer and be scared, hes gonna do what suits you best to calm down; distractions, holding, taking, quiet, grounding, ect ect ect anything you need

[thebestofoneshots]

Hey i just thought I'd pop in here after alot of deliberation on how to word this and say *Cough cough*:

Your writing is absolutely incredible. I found GC on wattpad not even a month ago while looking for Wolfstar x Reader fics (Fully fledged ones) and Immediately started reading and fell in love with it, skip forward a couple weeks and i eventually checked out your tumblr. I have come to the conclusion that i have no words to express how much I absolutely adore your writing and I can't wait to see the future of GC (Patiently waiting for the romance to develop (I'm not really i get giddy every time their feelings are mentions even though theres so much inner turmoil attached atm (Btw thats absolutely incredible aswell like its so realistic its *Chefs kiss* amazing, Brilliant))) I'm ginna be on the edge of my seat all day tomorrow until i get to read it (Sometimes i just despise busy days).

-Cranberry

Hey, Cranberry!

Thank you so much for your sweet comments! I can't believe people have come over all the way from Wattpad, that's incredible!

I wanted to have the series on Wattpad because I love the feature where you can comment on quotes (like writing a note on the side of the book), but Wattpad isn't as good at creating a community, and I craved to have one-on-one talks with my readers, which is why, ultimately, Tumblr has become the main home of Gilded Constellations.

Not to say I don't love my Wattpad and AO3 readers, but It's not as easy to connect with them as it is through Tumblr, I feel.

I've digressed, but thank you so much for your kind comments, I know GC is slowburn, but I'm happy to keep you at the edge of your seat for many weeks <3

And I'm truly blessed to have readers who are so vocal about their love for Gilded Constellations. It truly makes my day and prompts me to continue writing more. Especially this past few weeks in which I fell behind due to a mistake in which I completely forgot about a full moon and had to go back and rewrite. A chapter turned into three, and then getting back to the chapter I was working on was tricky af.

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[run2yoongi]

puppy love | jjk + kth x reader. ch.2

you’d met jeon jungkook and his best friend kim taehyung in your first year at university. it didn’t take long for you to fall for jungkook, however it was clear that he was less than interested in romance. you pushed down the frustration and jealousy when jungkook talks about his weekend exploits and dating app matches, telling yourself that being friends with benefits was better than being nothing at all. you didn’t expect that one of the benefits of your arrangement with jungkook was going to be his best friend, taehyung.

↳ pairing: fuckboy!jungkook x reader, taehyung x reader

↳ setting: college au

↳ warnings: alcohol consumption, spanking, teasing, drunk foreplay, fingering, handjob, possessive jungkook, crying, oral (m receiving), facefucking, angst :((

↳ side note: word count is 3.8k! ok so like theres one scene that mentions animal discipline and i just wanna clarify, i do not condone any sort of physical discipline on dogs lol. again, this is the first work i’ve posted in like 9 yrs so if you enjoy, pls let me know!!

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you were exhausted. taehyung had been helping you through practice exam after practice exam and you were now at the point of considering just failing your final exam instead of putting yourself through this torture. “still got a few wrong.” taehyung muttered as he flipped to the final page of your answer sheet. “i’m fine with that, tae.” you sighed. he was determined to keep you in the library until you got at least a 95% mark on your practice exams. that’s what you had drunkenly agreed on the night before, anyway. you didn’t expect him to keep his promise. 

it was nearly 9 o’clock at night and the library was set to close soon, but you knew that taehyung would insist on moving the study session back to either of your dorms until you met his expectations. “only 90 percent.” he sighed, closing his calculator app. 

you figured he was getting satisfaction from seeing you try and fail over and over again, but you had been sitting for so long that you were struggling to feel the lower half of your body. “we can pick this back up tomorrow.” you suggested, having no real intention of doing this all over again the next day. taehyung looked up at you, unimpressed. like he could read your thoughts, he said “i know you don’t mean that.”

you rolled your eyes and stood up from the university library seating and stretched your arms. “you’re right, but i feel like if i have to stare at another exam paper tonight, i’ll start going blind.” you argued, shifting your weight between your legs in an effort to regain feeling. a wave of soreness hit you and you let out a quiet groan. all jungkook’s fault. you reminded yourself to stretch next time he insisted on trying new positions with you. 

you didn’t notice taehyung’s eyes fix onto your lower stomach as you stretched, nor the dark expression dance across his features as you complained about your aching thighs. “you seen ‘kook today?” you asked innocently as you reached for your bag. jungkook was taehyungs dorm room neighbour, of course he’d seen him. “nope.” he replied, popping the ‘p’. “he’s probably with that girl that works at the uni bar.” he added. he knew it was cruel. 

taehyung, like you, had gotten used to ignoring the bubbling of jealousy and bitterness in his gut when the person he was interested in spoke about someone else. there wasn’t much he could do. he tried not to be bitter about it, but sometimes he spoke before he had the chance to think. 

you just nodded in response, securing your bag and gesturing to the elevator. “i think i need a drink after that psychological torture.” 

-

jungkook was not at the uni bar, luckily. you didn’t particularly want to see him flirt with the staff there, so you let out a relieved sigh as you scoped out the crowded venue. it was a sticky, hot night- you hadn’t been expecting it as you left the air-conditioned comfort of the library, but the heat washed over you leaving your skin covered in a glistening sheen as you adjusted to the humidity.

taehyung set down two glasses in front of you and you smiled at him thankfully. “i’ll get the next round.” you promised. 

you sipped at the sour margarita and relaxed your shoulders, finally letting yourself get out of your academic headspace. truthfully, it had been a while since had spent time alone with taehyung outside of tutoring, leaving you slightly nervous and stuck for things to say that didn’t revolve around political theory or grammar. 

or jungkook. 

you shook your head, determined to allow yourself a fun night without him crossing your mind. “you okay?” taehyung asked, arching his eyebrow skeptically. “yeah, just recovering from the suffering my evil peer mentor put me through.” you replied, smirking to cover up any tells that you were lying.

“i was just doing what you asked me to do.” he laughed softly, leaning back into the booth seat opposite you. “fuck, it’s hot.” he said to himself, shrugging his oversized hoodie off his shoulders. 

“was wondering when you were gonna take that off.” you mused, eyes quickly darting around the room looking for anyone you recognised, you missed the way taehyung’s mouth parted slightly at your words. your eyes caught one of your classmates from the previous term, one you’d bonded over a mutual passion for Agust D with. “ah- unnie!” you called out as you swiftly launched out of your seat and made your way over to her. 

taehyung whipped out his phone and opened his messages, not thrilled to be left alone with his thoughts.

to: jjk

you coming back to dorm tonight?

his phone buzzed within seconds, a reply received straight away.

from: jjk

im here now lol, where are you?

taehyung decided not to reply, lest he come and sweep you away before you even had a chance to finish your drink. he locked his phone and ignored the consistent buzzing, swallowing his guilt with the sugary taste of his drink. you returned shortly after, with a basket of chips in hand. setting it down on the table, you grinned at your friend. it’s always easier to talk over food. 

“don’t you have exams coming up too?” you asked, searching for an opportunity to give tutor-tae a taste of his own medicine. “of course, but i’m already getting 95 percent on my practice papers.” he replied, hiding his smirk with his cocktail glass. “of course you are.” you sighed, silently wishing that you had a mind like taehyung. he seemed to pull everything off so effortlessly, that’s the reason you were so eager to accept his offer to tutor you. as if he had some academic secret that would make everything instantly easier for you. how naive. 

you decided to slam the rest of your drink, convinced your tipsy-self would have something to talk about other than studies or your crush. by the time taehyung had gotten to the half-way mark of his drink, you’d come back with a second round. as the night continued, a seemingly continuous flow of people came to say hi to either taehyung or you, offering drinks and inviting you back to spontaneous dorm parties that neither of you really had any interest in attending. 

you’d begun feeling light headed and decided to swap the margaritas for water, when taehyung returned from a chat with one of his friends, jimin. he slipped in next to you on the booth seat, your eyes widening at the contact of his palm on your knee. taehyung could certainly hold his liquor better than you could, but he was clearly tipsy as well as he swayed slightly, your shoulders occasionally hitting into each other. “you know, we should do this more often,” he slurred. “you and me

without jungkook.” 

you were taken aback at the mention of your crush's name. you tried to process his words, rationalising that he was saying them innocently, he just wanted to be your friend too. “maybe you’d get over him quicker.” he muttered, tapping your knee before withdrawing his hand. your jaw dropped and you quickly turned yourself to face him directly. “wh-what?” you stammered, a feverish pink hue spreading over your cheeks and ears. taehyung let out a laugh, throwing his head back and clapping. “you think i couldn’t tell?” he questioned between short breaths. you broke your stare, looking to the floor in shame as your face grew hotter with embarrassment. “don’t tell him.” you mumbled, trying to save the last of your dignity. his laughter faded out and he extended his arm to spread over your shoulders, giving you a quick squeeze. “your very obvious secret is safe with me.” he assured you, a humorous glint still shining in his eyes. 

taehyung teased you the rest of the night, deriving joy from how easily embarrassed you were. it was cute. when you’d clearly reached your limit with his teasing, he eased up and started telling you about the friends that you’d met that night. you didn’t miss that his palm kept drifting back onto your knee, though. you really didn’t mind. maybe you would be able to get over jungkook this way. 

– 

you’d been so, so wrong. after returning to your dorm and having a hot shower, you were still flustered. taehyung's teasing and touching, the heat and being constantly reminded of your crush had you worked up. worst of all, your inhibitions had already been lowered by the time you had your third drink. you bit your lip as you opened up your messaging app. 

12:28 AM 

to: kookie ♡

how was your night?

you hid your phone under your pillow and began putting away the contents of your bag, determined not stare at your phone until he replied. you had begun your skincare routine when you heard your text tone go off.

from: kookie ♡

disappointing. lost my volleyball match :( 

better now though, what are you doing up so late?

you grinned reading the message over while smoothing your sheet mask over your jaw.

to: kookie ♡

just got back from drinks with tae 

he didn’t reply for another 15 minutes, adding to your frustration. you opened your laptop and turned on some random stream highlights from your favourite artists’ recent VLive. if there was one person in the world who could distract you from jungkook, it was probably going to be Agust D. 

from: kookie ♡

want me to come over?

excitement bubbled in your stomach, and you quickly discarded the face mask and applied your moisturiser. 

and some lip gloss, for good measure. 

to: kookie ♡

let me know when you’re outside, i’ll sneak you in :) 

you knew it only took about 10 minutes from taehyung and jungkook’s dorm to yours, so you used the time to apply some hair detangler and tidy your room before he arrived. your hair always seemed to get messy after he came over. 

your text tone rang out so you quietly snuck out of your room. you knew there would likely be people in the common area, but you still didn’t care to get yelled at by the people on your floor for walking too loudly, or whatever. 

jungkook was waiting outside wearing an oversized black hoodie and his grey sweatpants- an outfit which you’d become very well acquainted with in the last few months. your silk pyjama set grazed your skin as the breeze swept in passed the heavy dormitory building doors. “had a good night?” he asked, silently sneaking in through the doors and following you into the fire escape stairway to avoid the inevitable onlookers loitering in the ground floor common room. “mhmm, five exam papers down. it was tantalising.” you smiled insincerely. unlocking your door, you were surprised when jungkook didn’t wrap you up in his arms as he usually did. 

you turned back to him, confused. “good to hear that hyung is looking after you when i can’t.” he mocked, mischief playing in his stare. you furrowed your brows, not fully understanding. “i wouldn’t call the torture he put me through ‘looking after me’, ‘koo.” you replied. his eyebrows flew up in surprise. “torture? i didn’t take him for a sadist.” 

the cogs in your brain started turning and your eyes widened in shock, your hand flew to cover your mouth. “th-that’s not what i meant! i just meant…” you stammered, too flustered to finish your thought. as you computed what jungkook was implying by ‘looking after you’, your mind played back the memory of taehyungs palm on your knee, squeezing it gently. his glistening skin as he took off his hoodie. the image of his skin on yours. 

“i’m just teasing,” he admitted, taking a step closer and slotting his arms around your waist. “i had to interrogate him after i got your text, though.” 

oh. 

“i’ll be honest, i don’t like sharing my toys very much y/n.” he spoke as his face drew closer to yours. you looked up at him in anticipation, the excitement stirring in your stomach. your frustration began to compound at the same time. if you don’t like sharing, then make me yours. 

you pushed the thought back. he was just teasing you, and you knew how to play that game. “you’re gonna have to learn to like it, ‘koo.” you purred, your hands slipping under his hoodie to stroke his back in the way you knew gave him chills. then, you pulled the bottom of his hoodie over his head, taking in his perfect body under the dim light. he always felt a little more toned after volleyball. you hummed in appreciation of his hands working to unclothe you too. 

you caught the marks you gave him the other day on his neck and smiled smugly at your work. “am i?” he replied softly, chuckling as your striped silk shorts and top fell to the floor. “mhmm.” you hummed. he pushed you over to the bed, but before you could lie on your back, he sat down on the edge of the mattress and brought you in front of him. pulling you closer, he planted a trail of soft kisses on your rib cage, before turning you around and placing you over his knee. he held your hands behind your back with one hand and held you upright on his thigh with the other. his movements had switched from soft and tender to rough before you could hope to adjust. using the hand on your waist, he guided you back and forth on his muscular thigh, a wet mark glistening on his sweatpants already from your sex. 

“i guess i can’t expect my little puppy to follow me around forever.” he sighed darkly. you couldn’t see his expression, nor judge how serious he was by his tone. “but you know what happens to puppies who misbehave though?” he asked, his lips grazing the curve of your ear. 

you whimpered in response, understanding where this was likely going. 

smack! 

you let out a yelp in response to the intense stinging on your backside. while it stung, it had rocked you forward on jungkook’s thigh, creating a burst of sick pleasure that you craved. “discipline.” he answered for you before laying another smack on the flesh of your bare ass. 

this usually happened whenever jungkook lost a game or felt like he’d been slighted in some way. you weren’t one to complain though, you were sick enough to revel in the attention he gave you in times like this. 

“you like playing with my friends, baby?” he asked you, his palm brushing over the reddening mark on your backside. “n-no, only you.” you replied, eager to please him. “nothing even happened-” you began to speak when… 

smack!

anger began to build in your chest. jungkook could go out and fuck with whoever he liked. but when you decide to get drinks with taehyung, it was something to tease you over? you were friends. had he not been reminding himself of that every day, like you were?

whatever game you were playing, you'd lost.

you didn’t know what to say, you just let out a sob and tried to push back the tears that were forming. jungkook softened his grip on you and turned you around onto his lap. “did i hit you too hard?” he asked, his hand brushing the hair out of your eyes. “i’m sorry y/n, i shouldn’t have done that after you were drinking.”

“i-it’s not that.” you admitted, looking away in shame as you slid from his lap to spot next to him. “was it what i said?” he asked, pulling you into a side hug. “you know i don’t mean it, i was just teasing. taehyung told me you just went to the uni bar.” he admitted. 

“but why do you care?” you asked, looking up at him. you felt pathetic. trying to deduce if jungkook actually cared about your sex life as if that would provide any comfort when he was bringing girls back to his dorm every other week. “because you’re both my friends. it’d be weird.” 

you tried to see things from his point of view, but you didn’t get it. taehyung was your friend too. if you wanted to fuck him, so what? it shouldn’t matter to jungkook, he’d probably fucked people that you were friendly with already. 

“he’s like, my childhood friend y/n.” he clarified, seeing the irritation on your face. “i’ve known him since i was twelve. and you're..." he trailed off. "i wasn’t serious anyway.” he looked over to the door, obviously uncomfortable at the thought of sharing you with taehyung.

you nodded, exhausted and still buzzing from your drinks at the uni bar. “i’m sorry.” you mumbled, not wanting to ruin the mood any further by arguing. “don’t be.” he spoke, pulling your laptop over. “let's just watch a movie.” 

– 

as expected, watching a movie didn’t really end in you watching the drama you'd picked out. about an hour in, you found jungkook lifting your leg up as you lay on your side his other arm wrapped around your waist and fingertips toying with your damp core. he groaned rubbing his clothed cock against your plush ass. “feeling better now, baby?” he whispered at you, fingers prodding the entrance between your folds. “could be better,” you retorted. you let out a choked gasp as he slipped two fingers in your core, plunging them in and out slowly as you tensed in his arms. 

“yeah? better than this?” he asked. you didn’t dignify him with a response. instead, you reached behind you and reached for his aching cock over his sweatpants. he moaned loudly which earned him an icy stare. if you got a noise complaint, he wouldn’t be the one having to deal with it. he quickly removed his hand from your thigh to slip his sweatpants and briefs down to his ankles. your lips parted at the sight of his thick cock smacking against his hardened pelvis. 

he guided your hand back to his cock, stimulating the tip with firm strokes. you could see a bead of precum forming already. he stretched you out on his fingers, pushing in deeper and accelerating his pace as you tightened your grip on his cock. after the day you had, you just wanted to cum and your friend was getting you there quickly. 

“god you feel so good.” you moaned, widening your legs for him. he moved his fingers over your clit with renewed enthusiasm. you threw your head back as you grew closer. “not yet, baby.” he instructed you, knowing the look on your face too well. you groaned, ignoring him and feeling your release edge even closer at his ministrations. you quickened the pace of your strokes on his cock, much to his pleasure. he was bucking his hips to meet your hand, desperate for more friction and control. he increased the pressure on your clit with his two fingers, and you let out an unrestrained moan as you came. “fuck, fuck!” you panted, his fingers plunging back into your core as he stroked you through the waves of your orgasm. 

you released your grip on his cock so you didn’t accidentally injure it as every muscle in your body expanded and contracted. your back fell onto the mattress as he removed himself from behind you. “greedy girl. doesn't know how to listen.” he tutted as he placed a thigh on either side of your torso. “mm- ‘koo,” you hummed, slowly gaining your grasp on reality back. he dragged the tip of his cock along your bottom lip, smearing a layer of translucent precum over the skin. 

your parted your mouth and stuck out your tongue slightly as he tapped his cock on the muscle. "you know how to make it up to me though," he smiled, sliding past your lips slightly. you stretched your jaw trying to accommodate his length without choking. he let out a guttural moan at the feeling of your wet, warm mouth welcoming his dick. before he could bottom out, he pulled out. “this ok?” he asked softly, his thumb slowly stroking your jaw. “just really wanna fuck your pretty little mouth.”

you nodded at him, wanting to see him cum because of you. 

he slid is cock back past your lips and rested a hand on the headboard of your bed, slowly rocking his hips. you slid your tongue along the vein of his cock and hollowed your cheeks. he let out another moan as your tongue brushed the slit of his tip. leaning forward, he gently wrapped a hand around the back of your head as he cautiously thrust into your mouth. you continued, digging your fingernails into his thighs as he used you to bring him closer to his orgasm. “such a good girl.” he fawned, looking down at you with your mouth full of his cock and your glassy eyes staring back up at him. you hummed on his cock, sending a wave of vibration through him that brought him even closer. “can i go faster?” he asked, pleading. “mhmm,” you replied.

throwing his head back, he fucked your mouth harder, faster. letting out gasps and moans as you took him. your eyes were tearing up as he hit the back of your throat, gagging you. “i’m so close baby,” he hissed “fuck. where should i cum?” he groaned as he pulled out, feverishly stroking himself. you let out a soft moan at the thought of him cumming over you, a secret fetish that you hadn’t shared with him yet. you didn’t even have a second to answer before his cum shot out and landed over your chest, some making its way onto your neck. “fuck!” he yelled in pleasure as he finished himself off. 

you smiled at him as he panted, holding himself over you to catch his breath and take in the sight before bringing you a warm towel. “‘m sorry.” he mumbled as he wiped you up. “you’re too fucking hot sometimes.”

you just laughed and took the towel from him before making your way to the bathroom. at least you had that going for you. 

by the time you returned from the bathroom and fixed your hair up, jungkook had drifted off to sleep on your bed. letting out soft snores as he held a soft rabbit plush in his arms. 

how were you ever going to get over him?

–

taehyung waited until two in the morning to see if jungkook came back to his dorm, but he didn’t. it didn’t take a genius to figure out where he’d gone after just being grilled for ignoring his texts and hiding the fact he was hanging out with ‘his friend’. 

he considered changing his approach to you next time. he probably couldn’t tease you out of your infatuation with jungkook. instead, he could show you that there were other options available. that someone else could take his place. he was sure it wouldn't bother jungkook, you two were just friends after all.

[obsessedwithitall]

Speak Now (Eddie Munson au)

I have been on a month long Taylor Swift kick so this is came from Speak Now. I've got a few bits I took out so I may write some extra bits to add them as sides... see how I feel. Theres also a few flashbacks, if its confusing I'm sorry.

Enjoy 🩷

Word count: 2.2k

Read part 2 here

****

“You are married. You can kiss now.”

“Ewww.” The boys all groaned dramatically and the girls giggled. You were all stood behind the tall wall on the playground, you holding hands with Toby. Becky held some daisies she'd picked from the grass in one hand, and had a handful of freshly cut grass for confetti in the other. This was the best 7 year old wedding this school had ever seen.

“Stop the wedding. You can't get married.” Eddie threw his hand in the air.

You stamped your foot and protested, dropping Toby’s hand. “No, we’re already married.”

“I saw on TV, that someone goes, “stop getting married, he’s dead.””

“How can my husband be dead, he’s here?”

“I don't know, it was on TV.” He shrugged.

***

The metal bar burned your hand as you spun upside down on it causing your plaits to fall away from their normal position.

Eddie’s face crowded yours. “Why did you marry Toby and not me?”

You flipped yourself the right way up and pulled your dress down. “You went to the bathroom and Toby asked me.”

“I asked first.”

“But Toby has been my boyfriend all day so I had to marry him.”

You both sat down on two wooden steps and you started picking at the grass beneath them. Neither of you spoke for a few minutes until the bell rang for you to go back to the classroom.

Eddie tapped your shoulder in the line. “I’ll marry you tomorrow, ok?”

You nodded. “Ok.”

***

Growing up was hard. Keeping in touch with friends was hard. After school finished you thought you'd be friends forever but things get in the way. You moved away for college, you forgot to call, they forgot to call. Nothing happened you just grew apart.

You came back from college and your mum managed to get you a job in her church café. You weren’t particularly religious but they basically let you pick your own shifts and they paid decently. One thing you loved about your job was that you were able to sneak off and look at the events happening. You did always enjoy seeing people in their best clothes, all the family and friends together for big life changes.

This one particular Saturday, there was a big wedding in. When the café was empty and you’d spent the last 20 minutes cleaning the same table, you decided it wouldn’t hurt to lock the door and take a peak next door.

The church yard was bustling with people trying to find their friends and meeting family members they hadn’t seen for years. There was a face you recognised, it wasn’t a huge town, that was going to happen, but this was your old school friend.

“Y/N!! You’re here! I was waiting for you to turn up.” Becky hugged you tightly, “How you doing?”

You prised yourself from her grasp and stood back to look at her dress. “Yeah, I'm good. You look lovely.”

“Thank you so much. You look...” she paused, looking you up and down.

“This is my work clothes. I’m technically working at the moment but I just popped in from next door. The cafe will be ok for a bit.”

“Thank god, I was worried this was a choice and you’d lost your mind.”

A few more old school friends wandered over, greeting Becky, probably not quite recognising you after these few years. All your old school group was there and a lot more you knew but weren’t friends with. It was strange.

“Is someone from school getting married?”

“What? Y/N.... you don't know....”Toby questioned.

“Meg. Meg is getting married.” Becky shouted, giving the boy across from her a warning look.

****

“How beautiful is this?” Meg gushed. “I want my wedding just like this.”

You had known Meg for years. She was always in the background at school, not really hanging around after class. Annoying was probably a good word for her without being too mean. She was pushy and demanding usually got what she wanted in the end. So it was no doubt that she'd get the pink wedding of her dreams. Unluckily her cousin was marrying your cousin, so when she saw you and suggested you sit together, you were so glad your mum had said Eddie could come along too.

“This is nice, but it's very...pink.” From the pink ribbons and flowers on the pews, to the pink carpet down the aisle and the pink bridesmaids dresses and even your cousin, the groom, in a pink suit, it was all a bit much.

“When I get married it won't be anything like this.” Eddie whispered.

You laughed in disbelief. “What?”

“Can you imagine me getting married in a church?”

“No offence, but I can't imagine you getting married at all.”

“At all?”

“Yeah, you’ve never seemed like the type.”

“You think I'm that hopeless?”

“No, just one to be a bit wild and free. Maybe if the right person came along.”

Eddie went quiet for a second. He looked away from you towards the front of the church, thinking about something.

“I think sometimes the right person is already there. We just got to realise it.”

What was that suppose to mean? “You've got somebody in mind, have you?” you played it off as a joke but you were secretly desperate to know more about this mystery person Eddie was planning his life with.

“Maybe.” You’re heart ached a little. Not only was he planning a future wedding but he’d already thought of who it was to, too. He’d put more thought into his future than his no cares attitude made out. If only that future could be yours too.

“Well, you better invite me to the wedding. I want to see that with my own eyes.” You smiled, hoping this was the time he'd confess his secret love for you and you'd be living the wedding of your dreams marrying your childhood crush.

“Don’t worry. You'll have a front row seat.” Confirmed, not you.

“Shhh.” Meg scolded, “I can't hear the organ music.”

***

After the reception, while seeing the bride and groom off Meg popped up next to you. “I haven’t really spoken to Eddie before. He’s quite cute really, isn’t he?”

“Sorry?”

“Eddie, I like him.” She whispered. “He’s cute.”

Eddie caught your eye across the path and rolled his eyes when he saw you’d got trapped with Meg again. You tried not to laugh.

“Yeah, I suppose.”

“Is he single?”

Her brashness surprised you. He was but you really didn’t want Meg to stop him being. “I don’t know if you’re really his...type.”

“We’ll see.” And she smiled a sickly sweet smile.

****

The church was....the only word you could use to describe it was pink. Very pink. Looks like Meg got the wedding she wanted, you laughed to yourself. Guests were milling around seeming to look for seats.

“Come sit with us.” Becky pulled on your arm.

You shook your head. “I'm not actually invited, I'm just having a look, I can't stay.”

“They won't know and you’re here now anyway, just come sit with me.”

Against your better judgement you say down next you her at the aisle end of the pew, close enough to the back that you could dash out whenever you needed without being noticed much.

“Eddie’s here.” Someone behind you said.

Before you could fully turn around he was in aisle next to you. After all these years he looked even better than before. Hair done all neatly, very smart in a suit , nicer than anything you knew he owned...shit...was this his wedding? Was Eddie actually getting married? Front row seat my arse, he hadn’t even invited you.

Eddie didn't see you as he made his way to the front of the church pulling a tight lipped smile at people saying hello to him. You were glad he hadn’t seen you. He hadn’t invited you, he obviously didn't want you there. You regretted not exactly staying in touch, but you didn't think he was that mad about it. He clearly was.

“He looks very smart.” Your voice came out in a whisper.

“Meg looks like a pastry. Like a huge danish.” One of the other girls from school told Becky quietly. “I did her make up and ran out of that room as quickly as I could. I was not spending any more time with her than I had to. She kept yelling at everyone. I get its stressful, but calm down.”

You laughed. But inside you were breaking a little.

****

“I feel stupid.” Your arms flapped down at your sides against the poofball skirt of the bright green dress you’d pulled to try.

“You look stupid.” Eddie chuckled from his chair in the dressing room mirror.

“I needed Becky for this not you.”

“She’s at busy working. I’m helping.”

“You’re not helping, you're just laughing at me. You don't know anything about dresses.” He didn’t. You weren’t sure why he’d even agreed to come. You hadn’t seen each other in months, you being at college now and him still being at high school.

“What did your mom want?”

“She said whatever I felt comfortable in.”

You stepped back into the changing room and sighed. There was only a couple dresses left. Your mom had sprung this wedding on you very quickly. You’d known Derek for years. You know he’d been looking in on your mom after you went to college. You even knew they’d been out on dates. But you didn’t know it was this serious. Your summer home from college was meant to be spent with your friends having a good time, not helping your mum plan her second wedding to a man you didn’t really like.

Eddies voice interrupted your thoughts. “You going to do the I object thing?”

“People don’t do that in real life.”

“You don't like your stepdad, do you?”

“No.... not really. But Derek makes my mom happy. And I suppose he’s not an awful guy. As long as someone’s happy surely you should leave them alone.”

“I missed you.” Why did he need to do that now?

Stepping out the doors, Eddie didn’t say anything. Bad. He never not got something to say, you thought.

Tears threatened to spill from your eyes and you turned to go back to get your clothes on, but a hand on your wrist stopped you.

“You look beautiful.”

You did. Eddie stood behind you looking in the mirror at you in the dress. He didn't make eye contact and you were thankful because you would have been to embarrassed to ever look at him again. His face was full of love and admiration, and you weren’t quite sure you deserved it.

You pulled the tag out to the side to get a look at the price.

“Oh my god. My mom’s going to kill me.”

“What?”

“It’s 80$.”

“But you look so pretty.”

“Ed, I can't afford this. I need to take it off right now.”

He put both hands on your shoulders and held you to stop you running away. “I’ll pay for it.”

You shook your head violently. “No.”

“Yes.”

“No, you can't do that.”

“Why not?”

“Because you need that money. You don't have 80$.”

“You don't know how much money I have.”

“I don’t exactly but I know you don't have 80$.”

“Whatever your mom gave you, I'll pay the rest. It won't be 80$ and you get the dress.”

His thumbs stroked your shoulders and he span you around to the mirror again. You took another look at yourself in the dress. It was perfect. It was exactly what you'd wanted, you're mom would be happy...no, you couldn't do it.

“I’ll meet you by the register.”

And that was that. You couldn’t, but Eddie would.

****

The music started up and there was no chance for you to leave now. You were trapped. The bridesmaids started down the aisle with the groomsmen and then Meg with her father, looking exactly like a danish. Eddie looked as if he would vomit.

“Are they happy at least?” your eyes still on Eddie's face but the question aimed at Becky.

“Personally...I think this is a mistake. I told him, but you know what he's like. He only would ever listen to you.”

“Well, he’s marrying her so she can't be that bad.”

She disagreed. “This is all her. I don't think he wants to get married. There’s also a rumour she sleeping with her dentist.”

Your mind raced through the eyes of the crowd, looking for anyone who knew Eddie who looked like they thought this was a good idea. Why hadn't he told you? Why hadn't anyone else told you? It was too late now...he’d made a decision.

The pastor began his speech but it was all a blur until he got to the bit everyone was waiting for.

“Speak now or forever hold your peace.”

Everyone took a breath. Complete stillness. It was as if everyone expected someone to say something.

Becky gave you an almighty push and you fell onto your knees in the aisle. Everyone turned and looked to where the noise had come from. You stood back up quickly but Becky moved down the pew so there was no longer anywhere for you to sit.

“Y/N...” Eddie spoke quietly. Your eyes shot to his. He smiled. A genuine smile. He looked...relieved.

“Y/N?” the pastor questioned.

Your brain returned to you. “Sorry, I...” What were you going to say? You turned and began walking out, you weren’t even invited, why had you sat down, you should’ve just left. His face when he saw you though...

You stopped. Maybe.

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Read part 2 here

Thank you for reading. Any feedback or comments are 100% welcome 🩷🩷

[dullahandyke]

Hang on actually before I hit post limit.pinned post so I can edit this and have my tumblr thoughts even tho I'm post limited

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6.40PM

Yup okay hit the post limit <3 new followers please know this is normal

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6.47PM

Anonymous asked: did they put bugs in him again

Yknow it's hard to tell but I think they might have. Guys we need to get riku dewormed again, this keeps happening to him :(

Anonymous asked: I forgot I had notifs turned on for your blog . Oopsie daisy

HAHAAAAAAAA ANON I CACKLED.... flattered u have urgent coverage on which large surface I'm thinking abt being slammed into at any given time but ig this is an object lesson in paying too much attention to me or something

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8.06PM

Listening to a queer history podcast and it's so funny they're explaining to me what yuri is... I know ❤

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8.14PM

on my laptop now bcos i gotta study for this stupid test..d. and then afterwards theres a powerpoint im actually rlly gonna enjoy presenting but i gotta facking put it together, augh

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8.51PM

niche complaint but it sucks shit when animanga do the 'character suddenly becomes hot as part of a daydream/joke' gag and they dont go full bishie. give that man a delicate jawline NOW!!!

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9.13PM

really happy with this sticker on my laptop. whenever im feeling down i just rememebr that this man got a lobotomy

[ID: a black frame meme featuring Hajime Hinata from Super Danganronpa 2 at the chapter 1 cabin party, smiling and holding a glass of orange juice. It is captioned, "This man, got a lobotomy.]

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whew im a sneezy girl. the sneezing sneasler. wait thats a pokemon. ritalin on friday unless i have a heart murmur

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9.39PM

i know im constantly posting abt my beard but its still weird as hell to consider that i have a beard that other people can see. when people look at me they see androgyny. what the fuck. i keep being drawn to people with beards and make-up/long hair/jewelry/whatever the fuck else as my favourite examples of gender non-conformity and like. IM that. im that with my stupid eyeliner. what the shit

also that reminds me im not gonna have time to do my eyeliner before my class test tomorrow :/ now i Could just go without it bcos i'll have a presentation later in the day that i should probably be serious for. but where is the fun in that. i will be wearing a hawaiian shirt instead of a t-shirt and thats all that can be expected of me <3

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9.55PM

i probs need to eat a proper meal but the call of pop tarts it is so great.... sighhhh i got the bread out the freezer for soup so ill see if thats defrosted. and if not. squints. cup noodles. kinda want the cup noodles anyway but the soup is gonna expire soon so i gotta be fuckinnn responsible and nutritious or whatever

sidenote i kind of rlly enjoy having just one long ledger of posts all day. kind of fun

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11.51PM

Ugh fuck my gay life I gotta make a PowerPoint... I'm tired I'm a bit sick i gotta sleeeep... wanted to make it fancy but ig that's fucked :(

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12.01AM

I saw a video of a cat and now I miss bubbles :( bubblesssss... I'm going home tomorrow tho so I'll see her then :)

[admirableadmiranda]

Genuine question. Now, I do think that WWX definitely won't but theres a little voice in the back of my head that just keeps saying it. Idk, I think I'm reading too much fanfic. Would wwx be insecure when it comes to LWJ? Like, wwx, as a person, I think he has pretty high self esteem and pretty confident in himself. The reason I'm torn is because I feel like before the wangxian confession he was definitely insecure about his relationship or what he has with LWJ but after that, all doubts has disappeared and he's very confident that he's lan Zhan's only one and I love them for that, but I just get the thought that? makes me go I wonder if wei wuxian ever thought that LWJ is too good for him or like has thoughts that he isn't good enough for LWJ, but then my brain seriously arguments my own thought saying that wangxian is one of the most happy, healthy and playful relationship. EVER. It's impossible that they have insecurities after the confession because they are both very reassured they both are very much in love with each other. My head's so chaotic LMAO.

So I do think that Wei Wuxian can be insecure over Lan Wangji, but it's not the same sort of insecurity as "am I good enough for him," or "he's too good for me", because he knows himself and he knows Lan Wangji and he knows that Lan Wangji won't lie to him in any way. If Lan Wangji wants to be with him, that's enough and he's happy and knows it's real.

Pre-relationship, yes there is some room for insecurity because Wei Wuxian isn't 100% sure on how much Lan Wangji likes him, or in what way. He knows what he wants, but he's not completely certain if it's the same feelings and especially in Yunping Inn, he's pretty nervous because he wants to have Lan Wangji in his life more than he wants anything specific, so it's hard to choose to make a move because he doesn't really have a lot in his life and he's run into the first thing that he's unable and unwilling to let go of. That is a form of insecurity, that hesitation to move forward because the things that you have to lose are not the things that you are willing to part with.

Post canon? It wouldn't be insecurity over losing him over doing the wrong thing or anything like that, and it certainly wouldn't pop up very often. But what people often seem to forget is that Wangxian went through a war and they are very aware of how dangerous and swiftly ended their lives can be. Wei Wuxian died, after losing his parents on a night hunt as a small child, after watching hundreds of cultivators die in war, after nearly his entire clan was wiped out by the Wen, after Lan Wangji lost his mother and father without ever being able to say goodbye, after Lan Wangji lived through Wei Wuxian's death and unexpected revival... there is room for an insecurity over life taking away the one they love from them again. Not from jealousy or infidelity, but because life is unpredictable and death comes swiftly sometimes without you ever having the power to change it. Therefore insecurity could be born in the worry of if one of them is too late coming home, or going out on their own for a long time, or a nighthunt that goes wrong, the fear of loss is still insecurity.

But it's the sort of insecurity that can be tended to and treated with presence and affection, with reassIurance and time and consistency. It's one of the things I love about them saying "See you tomorrow" instead of good night or goodbye, it's a promise that there always will be a tomorrow, there will always be more time, they will always be together. So as there is insecurity, so is there safety in the trust and words of the other.

I understand the confusion, both in that it's heavily present in a lot of fanon that Wei Wuxian or Lan Wangji would feel insecure and not worthy of the other, but also in that we as humans tend to have those feelings only to have to dismiss them actively because no matter what we're told, we know that not everything we think is the thing we want to think or the thing that we actively think. But Wangxian first and foremost are book characters, and book characters can be free of the ever present insecurities that plague all of us. They are secure in their own self-worth, their love for each other and that their love is returned, therefore there is no reason for doubt or fear that the other might love them less.

Thanks for dropping a message by!

[dancingbabya-notes]

Running Away

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Keigo x quirkless oc

I just wrote this at the end of december two years ago have fun. I doubt I'm gonna add more to this story. but um I thought I'd mention that it hints at backwards tango, I mean I think most of us know where babies come from by now. I guess theres a lewd joke at the end but um... the ending is more of a joke

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Looking at the tests I couldn’t believe it. It was true. Putting every single one in the bag that I’d planned to throw away I swallowed my nerves. This was what I wanted to have a baby. My mother told me it was incredibly hard for women in our family to get pregnant so when it happened hold on and push through. But Keigo didn’t want kids.

“I guess I’ll have to go then.” I mumble picking myself up from the shock.

It wasn’t severe and the symptoms weren’t showing strongly, I could plan this out.

“Hey love bird? Promise you won’t be mad.” Later that night Keigo pouts.

“What’s wrong?”

“I have to go on a few missions out of Tokyo, still in Japan. I won’t be home for a few months.” He explains.

This was perfect. “That’s fine, just take care of yourself. I don't want you to run yourself ragged.”

“I’ll call every chance I get.”

“Once a week is fine, I don’t want you to stress,” I look at him with a small smile.

“I have to leave the day after tomorrow.”

Grabbing his hand I sigh. “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.”

This was working out too well. But this was going to be interesting. Due to certain things you were a bit of an enigma in the system. You were permanently living in Japan, but it was because of the nature of the visa you had that often made others confused. You could leave at any time.

So after letting Keigo leave and waiting a few days for that first call. You left everything electronic there and took your clothes and other things back home. To America.

Everything was different because of the passing of time but your house was fine. You were more than happy to know everything was kept the same.

“Lynn, you look happier than a groundhog in a hole. I thought you weren’t coming back home.” The man waiting for you smiles.

“Plans changed and I decided to come home,” you chuckle nervously. “All my things will be here in about a month.”

“That’s fine, I’m sure there’s some of your ma’s old stuff at the house.” He ruffles your hair and takes the suitcases from you. “What’s it like across the water?”

“It was fun, I’m amazed by how differently everyone handles their repatriations. But not that it means much—“ you covered your mouth trying to stop the natural reaction. Certain smells triggered the morning sickness, one in particular you didn’t expect was chicken.

Rushing to the nearest bathroom you emptied your stomach and cleaned yourself up. Your uncle stood there with a pointed look. This wasn’t an uncommon situation in your family, a girl gets pregnant and runs away to her family for one reason or another.

“What did he do to you?”

“Uncle Clark, I’m fine. He didn’t do anything but be the best man to me ever,” you didn’t have a quirk so often when you were dating the other party believed themselves to be better than you. “He didn’t want kids.”

The tall man sighs. “Let’s get you home. You need a midwife, I’m not trusting my little sister's baby girl to a hospital.”

It made sense, for some reason when the family visited a hospital to give birth it only resulted in the gradual dilapidation of that person like a withering flower. Your grandmother had survived through sheer spite, and you wished to do the same.

The house you had was close to the family land. Your family wasn’t too big considering a lot of the family considered the difficulty getting pregnant as a curse. Getting everything situated it wasn’t long before your belly grew. There were a few hospital things that were unavoidable. Especially considering the nature of pregnancy for a quirkles person.

“Lynn, you look ready to pop,” your cousin laughs.

“Keep poking fun at me Jon and I’m telling on you,” you hiss. “Apparently I’m having twins.”

“Woah two little feet running about in two years. I wonder what they’ll look like? Momma says I get to help you around the house until it’s time.”

“I know. Tell your Ma I appreciate her.”

“She already knows.” You hear the new voice.

“Hi Aunty.” You wave from your spot.

“Your uncle and Konner will be done with the additions to the house soon. They just wanna be sure there was enough light in the room,” she sighs. “Twins.”

You nod. Excitement had grown in the whole family when they found out that you were pregnant. It was usually a very exciting thing considering your moms side of the family.

“Have you talked to the man since you left?”

“No, I’m sure he won’t notice me gone.”

“I don’t know about that sweet pea. Jon, you wanna tell her?”

You look at your cousin confused.

“At school we sometimes do a review of heroes, we took a look at Japan. I told them you lived there for a while and I knew some information about the other heroes. But it seems that Hawks has been going through a rough patch.”

“What?”

“Yeah, he usually eats chicken a lot. And you know how crazy his metabolism is but he said he gets sick. Then for a few days everyone was concerned because she kept falling asleep.”

You raise a brow. What was going on with him? Despite the estimation you went into early labor.

It took a while but both boys were born safely: Takahiro and Toukou. Your wrinkly raisin babies were in the world. Staying at your aunt’s house until the room was finished you felt exhausted.

The months brought changes though. It was at the first month you noticed red marks on their backs. It wasn’t a bother to them but you did ask the doctor when you went for the check up.

“You said their father has a wing quirk, it could be early quirk development. It is said to be rather painful, so possibly soothing their pain with a warm washcloth could be handy.”

This didn’t help you. But still you took them for their check ups and other things by month four the wing buds were beginning to poke out of the skin. The warm wash cloth was working to help. But it was almost a year that they had a small pair of wings poking from their backs. 

“I’m gonna have a ball with you two aren’t I?” You laugh.

You felt your heart strings pull. With every day they seem to look more and more like their dad with little bits of you mixed in. Takahiro was a little bigger than his twin, his small tuft of hair was the same strawberry red as yours but his eyes were the same gold as his fathers. Toukou had Keigo’s hair but your piercing green eyes. Both of them had the same deep brown skin as you thought.

It felt like if you blinked they were already flying around and talking. Maybe you could go back to Japan to see your little brother, so he could meet the twins. But what if Keigo was still looking for you? 

“Do you want to go back?” Your aunt asks.

“Yes, but I know there isn’t much there for me but my little brother.”

“Go.”

“But—“

“Just go to Japan, there’s no way he can find you that easily.”

With that you packed your things again and the boys things. They were four and you’d already taught them Japanese, both could speak it better than English. Getting everything in order you were surprised by how easily the visa was accepted.

Japan felt like it didn’t change but it was different. Instead of living at the heart of Tokyo like before you chose a different city and more toward the spacious areas. The house you secured was rent to own and you were excited since the neighborhood seemed nice.

“Momma, are we gonna go to school here?” Toukou asks.

Both boys' wings weren’t red, which was good. They had a matching pair of blue gray wings.

“Yes baby, Takahiro, are you upset?” You ask to look at the other child.

“Are we gonna live with dad?”

You pause. “I dunno. I haven’t talked to your father, first you get to meet your uncle. Then I might see if you two can meet your dad.”

He frowns. “I don’t wanna meet him, if he didn’t have the right mind to keep you he’s not worth our time!” 

Toukou frowns. “If he makes momma sad I don’t wanna see him either.”

“Go plan out the backyard while I finish tidying up.” You pat them gently.

Sure they were okay, you started tearing into boxes. It was dark by the time the three of you sat in the living room eating the takeout you ordered.

Getting the message from your brother you smirk as he called. “Hey, I didn’t think you’d come back after disappearing like that.”

“Things happened?” You shrug. “You coming over right? The boys might be asleep by the time you get here.”

“I’m at your door. Open up.”

You hear the knock on your door and through the phone. Your little brother stood there with a smile. Giving  him a firm hug you practically drag him inside. The twins peek around to see who was there.

“Boys come meet your uncle Kai.” You state.

“Damn, I know you said you had kids but I didn’t know you had two little men!” He laughs. “It’s nice to finally meet you two.”

Toukou was the first one to speak. “Uncle, mom said you’re a hero. Is that true?”

“Yup. I work so you two can go to school.”

You punch him. “Don’t say things like that. I have a job.”

You did take a step back as they talked and eventually the boys fell asleep. With your brother’s help you got them to sleep and finished cleaning up after giving him some food.

Kai looks at his cup for a second as you dry your hands. “Are you gonna see him?”

This made you stop as if you were in a movie. “Um, I don’t know Kai.”

“He hasn’t stopped looking for you.” He eyes you as you grab a beer from the fridge.

“Well, it wasn’t like I was hiding. But I don’t wanna see him hurt.” Sipping the beer you sit on the counter.

He stands up. “Lynn, he didn’t hit you did he?”

You were midway putting the can back up to take a sip. Keigo never put his hands on you with the intention of harm. “No, Kai. He wasn’t anything like dad. Just let it go. I left because he didn’t want kids.”

He watches me for a second and sighs. “Did you even tell him you were pregnant?”

“No.”

“Lynn! It’s been years,” he gasps before checking the time. “Shit I gotta go home.Stay safe okay?”

“Course. Keep us safe okay?”

“Always.”

It felt like everything was fine. Until one day when you were sitting on the back porch. It was big enough for you to lay on if you wanted to, but you sat at the edge with your feet dangling off the edge as you sipped the wine.

“Careful there lovebird.”

Your heart clenched as you spat the wine you were about to swallow. Panic filled your senses as you were considering booking it into the house but he was already facing you with his hand holding yours gently like he always did. Tears welled up in your eyes. You were the one who left but it hurt you too. There were other decisions, there were other options but you chose to leave.

“How’s the married life?” He asks with a hollow chuckle.

You roll your eyes. “I’m not married, Keigo.”

“Really? Could have fooled me. Is there anything that you wanna tell me?” He looks at you and you sigh.

“Some time when I’m sober.”

He frowns. “Lovebird.”

You frown as you capped the wine. “Fine. You wanna know? I bet it’s been eating at you for these years, I left because I was pregnant.”

“Who was it?” Your heart stung. He actually thought that you would cheat on him.

“Who else was I sleeping with, Keigo? They are your children.” Just as you consider saying more the door behind you opens.

“Mommy, I had a nightmare,” Takahiro’s whine made you jump up. Pulling him into a hug you let him lean against you.

“It’s okay baby, mommy is here.” You reassure him.

Keigo was bewildered. Indeed the boy in your arms bore a striking resemblance to himself. But he also kept an eye on the boy watching him from the door. His hair.

“Momma, who’s he?”

“Toukou, how about we have some tea? He’s…a guest.” You managed as you picked up the crying boy in your arms.

Your son looked at his father with suspicion and skepticism. What could be on his mind?

“You wanna come in?”

“Yeah.”

Keigo took his boots off and followed you inside. Takahiro maneuvers around you and clings to your back as you make tea. Sleepy milk tea for them, and green tea for yourself.

Keigo was awkward the entire time. Sitting on the ground while Toukou glares him down, the wariness of a child is evident. You weren’t surprised considering how guarded both of your sons always were.

Placing the tray of cups down you let Takahiro climb down as he grabbed his cup and Toukou grabbed his.

“What are your names?” Keigo asks.

Takahiro moves closer to your side. Toukou frowns.

“Be nice please. He’s not a bad person, you can tell him.”

“My name is Takahiro.”

“Toukou.”

You kiss their heads and sigh. “Look at you two, I’m so proud of you.”

“My name is H-“

You cut him off. Waiting for them to pause in their drinking.

“He’s your father.”

“What?!” Both of them look at you in shock.

“I’m actually your dad. Not even sure how that happened.”

You give him a pointed look. “You know exactly how it happened. But that's besides the point. You three have met.”

Everyone returned to their quiet tea sipping and you watched. The tension was thick and you weren’t sure if a knife would be strong enough to cut it. They finished their tea and it was still quiet.

Takahiro stands up with a frown. He grips your hand tightly. “Why didn’t you want us?” He despite being the bigger twin was the quiet one.

Keigo seemed confused at this question. “I didn’t even know you existed. How could I decide if I wanted you or not?”

Takahiro frowns, separating you and Keigo with his body. “I know that. But you told mommy that you didn’t want to have kids. Everyday she sat outside crying because she didn’t know if she did the right thing. Knowing that we wanted to see you she still didn’t because she-“

Toukou stands next to him and uses his wings as a shield. “She didn’t want us to be disappointed in case you didn’t want us. What if you left momma alone and never spoke to her because of us? Momma is the strongest person we know, sure uncle is cool because he’s a hero but momma is stronger than any hero we’ve met.”

“Toukou, Takahiro. You two should get some sleep. It’s late and I’m sure you don’t wanna miss the first day of school.” You remind them.

“Okay.” Takahiro drops his wings. “Don’t hurt our mom.”

Toukou drops his wings and looks at you. “Can we sleep with you?”

“Yes, go get ready for bed again. I’ll be up there in ten minutes. Let me ask your father to leave,” you pat their heads.

They disappear up the stairs. You look to the man that is the father of your children.

“Now that you’ve thoroughly destroyed your image for the boys can you please go back to what you were doing,” you state pointing to the back door.

“Lovebird.”

“Keigo, it’s not the time. I’m tired, and I need to reevaluate how I’ve been handling my emotions,” you run a hand through your hair with a shaky breath.

Keigo looks at you before pulling you into a hug. “No. The last time I listened to you, you left without so much as a word. Lynn you made it seem like you’d stay and I’d talk to you next week. I called your phone everyday hoping that you’d pick up. God I asked your brother to tell me why you left but he refused.”

“Kai is smart.” You huff.

“Are you even listening to me? I’ve waited day after day for five years hoping that I could see you again. Now that you’re here within my grasp, I’m not letting go baby,” he looks into your eyes. The raw emotion filling his eyes was making you crumble, maybe you made the wrong decision. It seemed like the right thing to do. Keigo wasn’t a bad person and you did want to go through everything with him.

“On your next day off you can come to the house.” You manage. “I was the one who messed up, because I was scared. Also I know Takahiro and Toukou can’t stand my inability to keep up with them. Japan is more packed than the house we had before.”

“My next day off, I got it. You’re not disappearing on me again lovebird.”

It was odd. Aside from having to move and getting a much bigger place of residence. The walls were higher and you could let the boys fly freely. Keigo took to helping you with the boys almost immediately. Toukou was the quickest to warm up to him but Takahiro was still a little hesitant to get comfortable.

“Mom, can we get another sibling?”

You dropped the cup in your hand. “What?”

“Please we want a baby sister or brother.”

Keigo looks at you for a moment then to the boys. “We’ll have to think about it.”

Considering you had barely survived your wedding and faking that the registration happened sooner you were a bit stuck. Not that you really ever considered having children after the twins.

“But mom likes taking care of babies.”

“You’re my babies, I like taking care of you.” You remind them. “Go finish your homework.”

Later that night you and Keigo sat awkwardly in your room.

“So they want another sibling.” Keigo sighs.

“It’s fine this should pass. They asked for a new baby before I explained to them that I couldn’t yet.” You look at your husband with a hesitant frown. “Do you want a baby?”

“Well, it’s more what you want. You’re gonna be carrying them for nine months and then some.” He points out.

You wince. “You know, I’m glad the boys grew their wings later. I can’t imagine what it’d have been like if they were born with wings.”

“When did they grow in?”

“It took two years. It started when they were three months old.”

He looks at you. “I’m sorry.”

“For what? I’m the one who ran away.”

“No? I should have been clear with you. I was scared I’d be a horrible father so I didn’t want to have kids but now that I’ve been with the boys for this long I-“

“I know Keigo. I thought I’d be a pretty shit mom, but luckily I had things to keep me going.”

“I’m also upset that I missed the swollen tummy.”

“I don’t miss the cravings. You know I couldn’t eat chicken for months.”

“Hehe, neither could I.”

You look at him and sigh. “I guess let’s have another baby. But just know, you’re in charge of all my weird cravings.”

“I get to-“

“Don’t say it.”

“Lovebird.”

“Only this one time.”

“I’m gonna breed my love bird.”

Mm. Yeah, you regret agreeing. Because if you thought the backwards tango with Keigo was tiring when you weren’t trying to get pregnant it was exhausting.

But it yielded quick results. Going to the doctors you found you were pregnant again. This time with triplets.

Luckily the house was big. Luckily you could do it together.

[metamorphiacreations]

RAMBLING ABOUT ALFENDI LAYTON

thoughts ive gathered from watching the game and ideas (headcanons, she means headcanons)

in before someone tells how wrong i am about several things

-i find it interesting that Al and Kat are so gung-ho about following their intuition and gut instinct when i dont recall Hershel ever being like that. Hersh was very grounded in his logic and investigate before coming to any conclusion but his kids base their thinking on vibes and then investigate for the sake of confirming their feeling. 

-it almost feels like (based on how Al encourages Lucy’s thinking throughout the game) the whole intuition method was Alfendi’s brain child that, after Hershel left, either he taught Katrielle or she picked up from him. (i am a firm believer that Al looked after Kat when the professor left they were like 18 and 10, theres no way she was just. alone for 11 years) 

-Potty Alfendi seems capable of caring about other people so i wonder if he ever spoke violently to Kat while taking care of her since thats how he always was before Forbodium. never acting on anything of course, or maybe he was more tolerant of her since shes so much younger than him. and seemingly the only family member hes got that he still gives a damn about.

Kat sees the best in people so maybe she just brushed off any crazy ass thing he said. “ill have your liver for dinner!” “can you have it tomorrow? i really want burgers tonight”

-i think i didnt register this part but do Al and Fendi share a memory? ok like, lets look at Toko Fukawa and Genicider Syo (i know theyre not good DID rep but i need some comparison here) when Toko fronts, Syo cant hear what she says and doesnt remember what happened while Toko was fronting and vice versa, like two people taking turns sleeping within the brain. Al and Fendi (potty and placid respectively) however, seem to be more like a driver and passenger. both can hear what one is saying and Al never seemed confused as to where he was or what was going on when popping in to save a case. maybe its because theyre not really separate people but different versions of the same person?

-when the fuck does this game take place timeline speaking? Alfendi’s little hi hello in the anime proves hes canon but the phone calls the commissioner was getting in lbmr and that being revealed to have been the commissioner talking to Hersh seem to suggest that Hersh had been back for a while. Al’s game came out before Kat’s but lmj and the anime seem to be the proper timeline we’re going with? idk i was confused having found millionaires conspiracy before mystery room.

-given that theyre the only family each other have, does flora even keep in touch with them??? i seriously doubt that Katrielle isnt aware of her “new brother” but does Hershel know? does the man still think he only has one son? how do you react to your foul-mouthed criminal-obsessed son suddenly being a decent member of society? 

-they made him so damn cute in the manga ❤️❤️love it when he just goes =D and you can see the resemblance and tell that hes biologically Hershel’s son AKDNDNSJ