#I don’t like the dude but there’s more going on than simply covering his own ass there

[fanfoolishness]

Just realized that yes of course Illario kills Zara because he was at risk of being found out, but also —

What if his contract with her was for her to just kill Lucanis because he wanted First Talon but loved Lucanis too much to kill him himself? So he found means outside of the Crows so no one would know what he was up to. If that meant seducing a blood mage, all right, that’s not even his most awkward conquest, he’ll do it.

But when Illario sees him back he’s furious at Zara for stepping out on terms of the contract

And furious at himself for putting his cousin through something that wasn’t a clean death. Crows kill! They fight wars of succession! Death is a certainty! But this isn’t death, this was a year of mage prison and Illario knows Zara is crazy weird with the blood magic and so he can only imagine what Lucanis went through, I mean, he looks like absolute hell compared to what he likely went in as. But he’s in so deep and Zara offers to help vanish Caterina and tells him about the risen gods to try to get back in his good graces, so he lets her live at first —

But then Illario really sees Spite for the first time and he is livid. She’ll die for that. Not only did she betray a contract but she did that to someone he loved, and now everything Illario has fought for to be First Talon is in jeopardy, and he’s made such a fucking mess of all of it for what? For Lucanis to be twisted into something terrifying? (To be even harder to kill now than he was the first time?) To prove Caterina right that Illario doesn’t have what it takes?

Boy really did fuck up

[jenosbliss]

hii there!! can i req different tropes with the dreamies please?

🩶⌇ nct dream ! as different love tropes

pairing. gn!reader x nctdream | genre. fluff | wc. 1.5k | warnings. none

a/n. happy new year guys!! went a little personal on Jaemin's one, also if you want a bigger fic for any of the members with these tropes pls let me know 💖

MARK. childhood friends to lovers

Mark was the constant in your life just as you were in his. He was the one to pull you in when you experienced your first heartbreak or needed a shoulder to weep on, to rely on, to seek warmth and comfort in. He was the one to cheer you on for exams, to celebrate your achievements and your first relationship. He had been there all along. Hence, when he unexpectedly blurted out, "Do you think we would make a good couple?" while snuggling inside the cover with you one quiet night. You weren't too shocked by it because, in all honesty, you both knew—hell, everyone knew—that you loved one another more than simply as friends. In fact, your friends called you both ‘goners.’ “Is this your subtle way of asking me out?” he giggled trying to hide his oh not so obvious blush. “I mean like you know what I mean c’mon dude… will you be my girlfriend?” "Have I ever said no to you?" you drew nearer to him beneath the cover. “Sure.”

RENJUN. secret admirer

It started recently when small notes began to appear inside your locker and on your desk. At first you ignored them thinking it was some sort of a sick prank because who in their right mind will secretly admire you? Well, Renjun does, and ever since the day he saw you having your own little concert in the classroom after everyone had left, he has never been as certain about someone as he was about you. At first he left notes on a weekly basis afraid you might not like them but when he saw you smiling and saving all his notes he started leaving a dozen of them on a daily basis. He was going crazy because he had so much he wanted to tell you, but there was not enough room on a piece of paper. However, you were driving yourself crazy trying to identify this admirer of yours. This madness continued for a month until one day Renjun himself stood in front of your locker holding a piece of paper, "Here's your note, love.”

JENO. fake dating

You didn’t consider Jeno a total stranger, you have run into him quite a handful of times in the campus cafe and have your fair share of shy glances, very small talks and fleeting smiles. One day your ex followed you to the cafe, at first, he was begging for forgiveness but soon turned hostile, demanding a reason why you don’t want to be with him. Fearing he might do something bad; your eyes fell upon Jeno who just entered the cafe, a sweet smile playing on his lips when he noticed you. Could you have come up with a better response? Maybe but at that moment you couldn’t think of anything else. You approached him begging “Hi, I’m really sorry to put you in this mess but can you please, please pretend to be my boyfriend? My ex there-” at an instant Jeno stood up, grabbing your hand softly in his “Where is that jerk? Did he hurt you?” And with this incident you both started fake dating which soon turned real without either of you realizing.

HAECHAN. sunshine x grumpy

Everyone around you referred to you and Haechan as the opposite attracts couple, well to be very honest you didn’t consider yourself grumpy or mean, you just didn’t prefer the human race and any interaction with them of course except him. He was the literal definition of sunshine for you, the one who lightened you up, the one with whom you can leave your so-called grumpy side aside and be a little ray of his sunshine. Haechan found you in the darkest phase of your life when everyone you knew or had trusted turned their back on you, leaving you to cry alone in a dark corner. It was then when he pulled you into his embrace, radiating a warmth that felt safe and something like home, he became that last ray of hope and light that brightened you up once again. “How can you be this happy this early in the morning?” you grumbled seeing him dance while cooking in the kitchen. Ignoring your comment, he walked around the counter and extended his hand “Will you dance with me? Please, sunshine please!” rolling your eyes at his silly actions you still took his hand as he pulled you in for a little silly dance.

JAEMIN. first love

Love was a scary word for you, the reason you never experienced it before was because you wanted it to be perfect. You wanted to remember your first love with a smile on your face and not an experience which you would want to forget. You have had crushes and a few situationships and an experience of a boy you thought was definitely the one to not reciprocate your feelings when you confessed to him before. But that was it, after the last incident years ago you gave up on the idea of love, thinking it was for the pinterest girlies, those perfect ones who deserved a perfect love. But the day Jaemin came to you on that bus ride asking if can take the empty seat next to yours, the perception of love you had changed. He became your first and perfect love, he showed you everyone is worthy of love, he accepted all your flaws, he cared for you like no one has ever done –babying you included– he never shied away from confessing his love and gratitude for you, he cherished you with every breath he took. You could cry to him, with him, you could laugh with him until your stomach hurts, you could gossip with him, and you could cherish the quietness with him. He was perfect and he was yours, your first love. “OMG y/n I saw this flower growing out of the sidewalk, it reminded me of you princess.”

CHENLE. academic rivals

Chenle didn’t give a shit about studies or grades, if you ask his parents or friends, they haven’t seen so many ‘A+’ on his tests till now. It’s not like he was poor in his studies, it's just that he didn't have a reason to study. Why study if he could just get a scholarship through basketball? It was useless according to him until he met you in high school, the top student in the class if not the school. Was it love at first sight? Nah it was love at first fight for him when he accidentally hit you with the basketball during gym class and you poured a bottle of water on him as revenge (it was freezing cold that day). After that, the more he tried to approach you the more you avoided him. It was the first time when he wanted something, but he couldn't have it right away, and this ignited a fire in him. So, the only way to reach you now was through academics, and boy, he loved pushing your buttons, so he decided to compete with you… fiercely and that’s how after a few months of this rivalry you found yourself pinned against the bookshelf by him in a corner of the library. “Everything is just a competition for you… isn’t it?” you felt his breath on your face “Isn’t it for you, too?” you spat back, not breaking eye contact. “No, I did this because I am in fucking love with you.”

JISUNG. brother's best friend

You met Jisung when you were five and he was seven, he brought Sungchan back home after he sprained his ankle during the game of soccer. You remember watching him from afar, while he was talking to your mother about Sungchan’s injury when he looked at you and passed a smile. Since then, not a day passes by when you don’t think of him. At seven you had childishly asked him to marry you which he laughed at first but agreed later, promising to do so when you grow older. At fifteen he scared off a boy who kissed you on the cheek in school, saying things like you are too young for dating and you can’t date just any boy. That day, instead of crying that your first relationship ended before it could even start, you were happy, it was the day you started liking Jisung. At seventeen you confessed your feelings to him when he said the words that broke your small, fragile heart in pieces, he said you were like a little sister to him. At twenty-two he saw you going out with a man when he arrived at your apartment to celebrate your birthday. He felt something he shouldn’t have, he felt jealous, a burning rage and it was that moment that he knew he had fallen head over heels for you. “Don’t date him.” you scoffed hearing his authoritative tone. “And who are you to say that? I’m not fifteen anymore. It’s my life I can date whoever I want… you’re not my real brother.” he grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards him “Yes I’m not your brother… so date me instead.”

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[rist-ix]

This might be weird but bare with me: i saw some fanart of valtor and his mamma bears (I'm sorry), he was freshly made and a child still for some reason (idk if it's canon at this point that he was made in adult form or not buuuut) and so it's shown how they don't like him but at the next panel he wants their makeup so tharma and lysliss give him a makeover and at the end belladonna says i think we'll find a use for that pretty face. What i started thinking was if it's possible they used him as a pr0stitute at some point besides all the torture they put him through. My brain today is fixated on how much trauma or ptsd he could possibly have. Now that i write it i sense how weird this is but what do you think?

My friend my dude my brother in fandom, I am but a humble bacteria and u have given me the juiciest slimiest tastiest agar plate imaginable. Let’s get INTO THIS!

(For the record, this is purely fanon. I think I’ve alluded to this headcanon of mine in fics but I am well aware that I have little to no evidence from canon for these assumptions.)

ABSOLUTELY I think that Valtor was used for getting into royal's beds. Though I do think it would have been more complicated than simply “his moms are whoring him out cause they hate him and they want stuff from people” — and I think there are some FASCINATING implications that has for both Valtor's personality as a whole, and his relationship to sexuality and his own body.

First of all, the reason why I think you are correct is simple: he seems to be universally regarded as attractive in-universe, to the point of having even the Trix fawning over him, and he is consistently seen using charm and flattery to get others to do what he wants. If you wanted to expand on this in a darker and more mature setting, the logical conclusion would be that he'd use his body the same way. And I do think he would do that entirely of his own will by the way, no coercion necessary! Though there most certainly was coercion.

That ties a little bit into my view on the Ancient Coven's relationship to each other in general. While we do see Valtor and the Ancestresses at odds with each other in the finale (culminating in the Witches ‘disinheriting’ him and reverting him to his monster form), the fact that they seem to have worked successfully together for AT LEAST a good few decades implies they could be cordial when necessary. Plus, Valtor somewhat wistfully recalls working under them with Griffin, smirking and content in the flashback, makes me personally believe they were genuinely GOOD at cooperating too, instead of the Witches relying solely on tyranny. Don’t get me wrong: there is no way they were a happy family. I'm thinking more along the lines of them playacting as a very harmonious coven, doting creators and loyal creation, like a game that every one of them is in on — a performance, just for funsies, and because none of them want the outside world to see them as anything but perfectly aligned and ruthlessly efficient. All that while also having a sort of spiteful, vengeful arms race going on internally, with Valtor not-so-secretly trying to find ways to overthrow them, and them waiting for him to lean out of cover too far so they can gleefully, brutally remind him who's in charge.

There's a deep, deep, deeply rooted resentment Valtor seems to have for them, but they are also objectively the same: They both want power, they both want to control the Dimension, they both would do anything to accomplish that goal. So if there was a situation in which having someone charming on the inside would help them, I think both Valtor and the Witches would come to the conclusion that Valtor could do whatever necessary to accomplish that. Be it charm someone, poison someone, or sleep with someone in the hopes they might spill some secrets. I consider all four of them to be pretty pragmatic, I don’t think there would be any conflict or hesitation here — not at first.

Because while Valtor would certainly agree that that’s the best approach, and probably be more than willing to get out of their sight for a while and live it up in some palace or another, I do think it would chafe at him eventually. Whether he's using his body to fight people or seduce them is not all that different, both happens at their behest. He's always painfully aware that he is their tool — but I imagine it does get more pronounced with the latter. Especially over time. Your taste in people or attraction does not matter in combat, but certainly plays a role in sex. While Valtor certainly seems to enjoy putting on a show in combat, that is a power play, whereas having to play a long con, with himself so heavily involved no less, can start to feel humiliating, tiring, more like a loss of agency than a game of wits. I don’t think it’s the seduction itself that would bother him, but the clear knowledge that he's just following his creator's plans here, puppeteered even in this aspect of his life.

The result of that in the present day of the s3 era wouldn’t be sexual trauma per se, I would headcanon. Not in the ptsd sense at least. (Though I bet a good fic could convince me otherwise :D) I remain a firm believer that his trauma is purely about his lack of control over his physical form, and a revulsion towards his original body that borders on dysphoria. The sexual aspect of his utility to them would ADD to that, don’t get me wrong, but it wouldn’t be the main source.

It DOES influence him though.

I'm thinking mainly about Valtor's interactions with the Trix here. On multiple occasions he secretly witnesses how they argue or straight up brawl over who gets to have him. None of them even thinks about who he might have shown the most interest in, they treat this solely as a contest of strength, winner takes all. (I don’t think that’s them being rapey btw just to be clear. I see it speaks more to them being juvenile and deeply unserious about romantic relationships, like dogs chasing cars. They don’t care enough about people beyond the three of them to have any actual experience with romance: Darcy's fling with Riven was discarded INSTANTLY once the three had something better to entertain them — like world domination. If one of them had “won” only to get ignored or rejected, the other two would have laughed her out of the room and then they would have done it all over again the next day.) im getting distracted. What I meant to get to is that Valtor sees them acting like he's a prize to be won… and he does not react at all. The first time he finds it mildly entertaining, the next few times the bit seems to get old for him already. That’s it. He encourages their possessiveness of course! He clearly enjoys being feared, admired, or simply the center of attention, but being treated without regard for his own desires doesn’t really register as an insult to him. AND he's shown to be pretty unperturbed with Darcy getting into his space, and flirting rather aggressively with him.

And while that may seem anticlimactic after all that, I find that FASCINATING. (Not just because Winx Club consistently writes men — powerful men! — the way female characters would be treated in another show. An essay of its own!) A non-reaction is still a reaction, and Valtor's lack of irritation says a lot in my opinion. I think he has little to no real boundaries, at least outside of combat or with people that are allies/useful to him. By that I don’t mean he would reject someone's advances if he didn’t welcome them, but that he wouldn’t really remember that this is a point where people usually DECIDE whether they welcome the advances or not, u know what I mean? I think his entire sense of self is pretty nebulous to himself, and that his own body seems to him more like a commodity than, well, him. Which makes sense, doesn’t it? He is created as one thing, for one purpose, and then given another body, for another purpose. He prefers to be human, reviles the monstrous form, but has no control over which one he is at any given moment — the people who do could change their minds on a whim. It would make sense for him to feel somewhat alienated from his physical form, and therefore have little care for what happens to it. It would take him far longer to know his own reactions, and to realize whether he enjoys something or not.

I feel like I’ve only managed to put like, half of what's in my head into words here. The dysphoria thing alone feels like something that should be dissected on its own, but I’m dead tired and this post is already pretty long. I will say that I’m not 100% consistent in this headcanon, and depending on the fic I use some of this and some of that, but I do think it’s one of my most favorite reads on Valtor as a character. Thank you so much for this ask!!! I hope the answer is close to what you hoped for lol

[naussensei]

In Satoru's Room

The door of Satoru’s room opened to reveal a neat and clean place, much to Suguru’s dismay. He had almost expected food wrappings and dirty laundry all over the place, but instead, found himself in front of one of the most elegantly decorated rooms he’d ever seen.

“What the hell?” Are you like… rich or something?”

“Yeah.” Satoru said, with utmost simplicity, which had Geto’s jaw dropping. He was only joking when he asked the question.

Suguru entered the place willingly now, to inspect it carefully, as one enters a museum. The space was exactly the same as his room in terms of size, except Satoru’s seemed like a place where someone actually lived there, and not some cheap, tasteless motel room like Suguru’s. The closet was filled with several sets of school uniforms and the most expensive brands of clothes, some of which Suguru had never even heard of before. There were also some posters of bands hung on the walls, mostly popular rock bands like L'Arc en Ciel or Miyavi, and a few American bands, among which Suguru could only recognize the names “Blink 182” and “The Offsprings”, and only because some emo kid in his previous school was obsessed with them. Suddenly, Suguru’s plain, empty room felt lame, and wondered if he should maybe start hanging up band posters. Not like he knew many anyway. He didn’t really listen that much to music, other than whatever was popular on the radio. The only CD he owned was an Utada Hikaru CD that a girl in his previous school had lent him, which he didn’t particularly like, but just happened to keep listening to because he never got the chance to return it before he changed schools and houses.

In his exploration, Suguru made his way through the room as if it was a lion's lair he was entering, and continued to the bed now. In front of it, there was a TV with a DVD player, and a large shelf with a wide collection of CDs, movies, video games, and every single gadget that Suguru could ever think of, and more.

The only thing that seemed out of place was a poster of a girl in a bikini on the ceiling. Strange . For some reason, Satoru did not strike him like the kind of guy that would put up a picture of a girl in his room. In fact, he didn’t strike him as the kind guy who would be interested in girls at all. Or men. Or… humans, for that matter. But who knows? There was no denying he was handsome, surely he’d broken some hearts out there. Maybe he had a secret girlfriend waiting for him somewhere and kept a picture to remember her. Or, maybe he simply liked to jerk off to a picture at night, like all his classmates back home did. 

The image of it made Suguru squirm. He did not want to remember that. Least of all picture Satoru in that state.

“Sit,” Satoru patted the bed, signaling Suguru to sit by his side, which, right now he really didn't feel like doing. Not with the ever present picture above his head, and the lewd image he tried so hard to get rid of.

“Is that your girlfriend?” Suguru asked, in a lousy effort to keep the intrusive thoughts away.

“Pff, I wish.” Satoru dropped on his back in the bed. “You seriously don’t know who Waka Inoue is?”

“Should I?”

“Dude, she’s like, all over the TV and the streets.”

It was no wonder that he hadn’t seen her, since he hadn’t gotten a TV for his room yet. Although her face did seem to ring a bell, maybe from one of the dramas that his mother used to watch. Suguru titled his head to take a better look, which was apparently funny, because Satoru let out a laugh.

“She’s a model,” he said.

“Oh,” Suguru hummed, trying to sound impressed. “She’s, uh… she’s hot.” 

He didn’t really think so, but it seemed like the right thing to say, given how into it Satoru seemed.

After carefully assessing that the bed covers were clean and not stiff, Suguru finally took a seat at the other end of the bed.

“I haven’t been to the city yet, that’s why I haven’t seen her. But I'm thinking I should get a TV when I go.” He confessed.

From the bed, Satoru turned his head to look at him with furrowed brows. “You’ve never been to Tokyo?”

Suguru simply shrugged, somewhat embarrassed for some reason, wishing he hadn’t said that. He was not there to be judged, especially not by him .

“So, anyway, why are we here?” 

With a swift movement, Satoru got on his feet, then searched for something on the TV stand. The screen went on with the words “Play Station 2” on it.

“Because… I got this game, but it’s a co-op.”

“A what?”

“A co-op. You know, like, two or more people playing it. I’ve been meaning to play it for ages, but Shoko doesn’t want to play. She only likes to play Mario Kart.”

Suguru frowned in confusion. What did any of that have to do with him?

“…And?”

“And,” Satoru handed him a controller, “you and I are going to play it.”

Suguru raised an eyebrow at him, reluctantly.

“I don’t even know this game. I’ve never played it. Actually, I’m not really good at any games at all.”

“Oh, come on, it’ll be fun!” 

“I…” 

The genuine enthusiasm in Satoru’s face really had him speechless, wondering if his frustration was only one-sided, because Satoru seemed oblivious. Perhaps Suguru was delusional and he was the only one staying up at night dwelling about these unimportant things. But a few days ago Satoru didn’t want to talk to him, and now he had dragged him into the intimacy of his room to play games with him, like they’ve been doing this since the beginning of times. Suguru might not have been an expert in the art of making friends, but he was pretty sure that was not how it worked. They were not little elementary school kids that would fight and make up like nothing happened the next moment, but he wasn’t sure Satoru was aware of that.

“Come on,” Satoru insisted with the most honest smile and the biggest puppy eyes. “I would really appreciate it if you played with me.”

It struck him then. That this was probably Satoru’s own strange, immature way to apologize.

Hesitant, Suguru looked at the clock on the wall. They would have to wake up in just a couple of hours. “It’s late.”

“Please?” Satoru titled his head, his smile was charming. Surely he knew it was, and the effect it had on people, because it was having the same effect on him right now, and Suguru half-hated him for it. 

In spite of himself, Suguru sighed in defeat, taking the controller. “Alright. But first...”

“What?” 

Suguru cocked an eyebrow at him. “You said you had tea.”

Satoru flinched, suddenly all signs of softening around his edges dissipated, yet did not protest. He simply moved to the kitchenette to grab the kettle, put on a sarcastic smile and said, “Anything else your majesty would like?” 

“A sandwich would be nice too.”

“Ok, now you’re pushing your luck, bro...”

Putting the controller down, Suguru opened his eyes wide at him, arms crossed and a wicked smirk growing on his lips.

“Fuck— fine…” 

Satoru took in a deep breath, then turned to grab a bag of bread and nearly smashed it on the counter to prepare a sandwich. Suguru watched him do so with delight.

When he was done improvising two cups of tea and a ham sandwich for each, Satoru moved everything to the night stand next to the bed. It took one flick of his fingers for the items to travel smoothly across the room. It was just as amusing to watch as the first time.

“How do you do that?” Suguru shook his head, not caring to hold back his amazement. “That’s so convenient. You think you can teach me to do that?”

“Nah. I was born like this,” he said, placing a plate with Suguru’s sandwich before him.

“Why, thank you, how very thoughtful of you.”

“Yeah, yeah, now shut up and eat. Unless you want me to feed it to you too.”

Suguru’s silent grin was answer enough.

“Oh god, you gotta be kidding me…”

“You shouldn’t give me ideas, Satoru.”

“Dude, I’m not gonna feed you.”

Still smiling, Suguru put the controller down again, and opened his mouth the slightest, ready to take a bite.

“Fucking unbelievable…” Satoru grumbled, yet took the sandwich in his hand violently, and brought it to Suguru’s mouth. Blue eyes gleamed at him with spite. “God, I can’t believe I’m actually doing this.”

Without breaking eye contact, Suguru took the smallest, most delicate bite, savoring the moment. Satoru’s lips parted as he watched him eat, hungry eyes fixed on Suguru’s lips now, as though he could taste the bread in his own mouth. When Suguru swallowed, Satoru swallowed. When Suguru licked the crumbs off his lips, Satoru’s tongue mirrored his. He must have been really hungry, because he seemed about to drool.

“That's a more than decent sandwich,” Suguru said, running his thumb over his lips to wipe the crumbs. Satoru followed his movements with his eyes, speechless, still staring at him with his mouth open. The way his Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed didn’t feel right, and it suddenly became less fun to tease him now for some reason. So Suguru took the sandwich in his hand, and Satoru’s eyes went from Suguru’s lips to his eyes again, his mouth closing instantly as he cleared his throat.

“You know what goes really well with it, though?” Said Suguru, to ease the tension, his eyes going to the full cup of tea on the table. Satoru was less than amused. 

There was horror in his face, and joy in Suguru’s.

“I swear to god I’m gonna shove that cup up your ass if you keep this up.” 

He reached for Suguru’s neck, and Suguru had to catch his hands to stop him from strangling him. 

“I’m joking, I’m joking,” Suguru was laughing now, which made it all the more difficult to resist Satoru’s strong hands, so he had to twist a little in the bed to avoid him. Luckily, Satoru seemed to have calmed down with his words. He was shaking his head now, giving him the most bombastic side-eye, but Suguru was certain he could see his lips curving upwards.

“We better start playing now,” Satoru said, taking his controller. “Or else I’m gonna end up either killing you, or myself.”

“Alright, I’ll try.” Suguru mirrored him, the grip feeling awkward in his hand. “But I don’t promise anything.”

(From Our Last Summer by Naus) Continue reading here

[wandering-ghost]

Atomic pets au propaganda!!

Writing propaganda for the @tmnt-crossover-polls in happy to have finished this, it was fun and I want to do more! \*^o^*/

The portal that opened under mikey was not the familiar blue he was used to, but a part of him still blamed Leo for being unceremoniously taken away from his spray paint and being plunged into an unknown location.

He landed on a soft plush chair with a small ‘oomph’ and a small letter slowly drifting down onto his lap. He picked it up and read through it.

‘Welcome to the tmnt-crossover-poll, you have been selected to be one of the lucky contestants to be in the competition! The theme will be musical based, so pick a song with your teammates and practice practice practice! Good luck, have fun, and enjoy the competition!’

“Teammates?” He mumbled, at that same moment his brothers landed in a chair of their own, some more gracefully than others. “LEO!!!!” Donnie screeched, glaring daggers at the red eared slider, “It wasn’t me this time I swear!!!” Leo squawked, flailing his arms as Donnie bolted towards him.

“Ok that’s enough!” Raph roared, grabbing Donnie by the shell as he hissed and tried to claw at Leo who was now hiding behind Raph and blowing raspberries at his twin. Mikey did his best to stifle his laughter as Raph threw his head back with a sigh, already tired of their shenanigans.

“Hey guys! Look at this!” Mikey quealed, holding out the letter for his brothers to read. They skimmed through the letter before finally taking in their surroundings.

They stood in the middle of rows filled with many seats, some oddly big and others more regularly sized. The walls were lined with lights that illuminated the area in a royal yellow. Across from them stood a giant theater with its curtain drawn open to reveal its participants.

They stood in silence for a few seconds, absorbing their current situation.

“WE’RE IN A THEATER?!?!?!?!”

“WE’RE IN ANOTHER COMPETITION?!?!?!”

“WHY THE FUCK IS THAT DUDE SO BIG?!?!”

“Hey, do you guys know where the plug is? my phone is about to die.”

The three looked at Donnie with a deadpan expression, he looked up at them from his phone with a shrug before going back to look at his phone, “my phone is about to die and it needs charging asap.” He simply said. Raph immediately dropped him, getting a startled yelp out of donnie before quickly returning his attention to his phone.

“Soooo… What do we do?” Raph asked, Mikey and Leo looked at each other before looking at Raph and shrugging. “I don’t know… we could…-” before Mikey continued he noticed a sticker on Raph’s shell and inspected it closely. “Atomic pets?” He mumbled, “but we don’t have any OH ME GOSH PICO!!!” Mikey screeched, flailing around the seats and hopping over some in hopes of finding his beloved pet lizard.

“PICOOOOO!!!!” Mikey screeched off the top of his lungs, Raph covered his mouth with his hand to shush him. “Leo help Mikey find pico, you guys check backstage and me and Donnie-” “but my phone-” “me and Donnie,” he gritted out, “will check the lobby, got it?” Leo nodded along with Mikey, Leo removed Raph’s hand from Mikey’s mouth and grabbed his hand, “come on Angelo, let’s go find your weird dog.” Leo said, pulling Mikey to the stage, “he’s not a dog.” Mikey mumbled, “well he sure acts like one.” Leo said, his voice fading with distance.

Raph sighed, “ok, let’s go check- what?” He looked around him, Donnie nowhere in sight. “What the-? Donnie?!” Raph checked around the chairs before finding his purple obsessed brother leaving to the halls. He sagged a bit before chasing after him.

This was going to be eventful.

[randomvarious]

Today’s compilation:

Surf's Up, Dude! Surfing Music's Greatest Hits 1989 Surf / Surf Pop / Pop-Rock / Surf Rock

Folks, I've decided to get my surf on for the next few days, and this little comp of 60s tunes from the Capitol Special Markets label that was released in 1989 feels like as good a place as any to start this adventure of mine, simply for the fact that Capitol was home to The Beach Boys. And if you're gonna make one of these wide-ranging surf comps, you gotta include the legends who are responsible for devising both that idyllic California myth of endless sunshine, surf, and gorgeous beach bods, and the sound that went along with it.

But as Capitol is probably the best equipped label to put out a surfy sampler, the fact that this is a budget release means that they weren't gonna go outside their own umbrella and pay licensing fees in order to nab some other tunes that they didn't already own. So, while they had The Beach Boys to headline this album, they were also forced to dig into their own catalogue to pull out some songs that are a bit more obscure.

For example, back in 1963, Capitol had a tireless, versatile workhorse session musician on their roster named Jerry Cole, who operated under a bunch of aliases and was known to crank out multiple albums' worth of material in a day. He was part of the legendary Wrecking Crew as well as the group The Champs, who released "Tequila" to much unexpected fanfare. And in that same year, he also released a surf album called Outer Limits, which was the name of a big surf hit by The Marketts, who were subsequently forced to change the name of the song to "Out of Limits" after Rod Serling, of Twilight Zone fame, sued them for copying the main motif from the show's theme song without his permission.

Anyway, there's another song on that Cole album called "Pipeline," which is also a cover. It's originally by a group called The Chantays and that version went all the way to #4 on Billboard's Hot 100 chart. But rather than forking over any money to include The Chantays' hit on their own CD, Capitol decided to go with this much less known Jerry Cole cover of it, which they'd already had in their catalogue.

So, there's an example of a budget comp being somewhat advantageous; it takes the cheaper route and gives you a good song that you're less likely to be familiar with.

But that strategy doesn't always work, because, in the case of "Wipe Out," Capitol provided an imitation of it by The Ventures, rather than the great original by The Surfaris. Now, I've got nothing against The Ventures—they're terrific in their own right—but their cover, despite its pretty sweet bits of solo drumming, just doesn't seem to hold the same amount of water as the version that was done by The Surfaris. The guitar on it really fails to hit nearly as nicely as it does on the original.

And I should also mention that, outside of the Beach Boys tunes on here and that one Jerry Cole track, most of these songs don't come directly from Capitol themselves, either, but rather a label that was sucked up into the Capitol-EMI conglomerate by the time this CD had been released called Liberty. So, because of that acquisition of the Liberty catalogue, Capitol was able to issue this budget comp that included not only The Beach Boys, but The Marketts, The Ventures, and Jan & Dean as well. And they didn’t have to pay a single dime in licensing fees in order to do it!

And I've got more to say about the great duo of Jan & Dean, but I'll leave that for tomorrow's post, where I'll get into some more of these classic surf tunes with a different comp.

Stay tuned! 🏄‍♂️🌞🏖

By the way, there was a later issue of this album in 1992, with a slightly different title—Surf's Up: Surfing Music's Greatest Hits—and a different album cover that depicts someone else riding a wave. Gotta love those surf-action shots!

Highlights:

The Beach Boys - "Surfin' Safari" The Ventures - "Hawaii Five-O" Jan & Dean - "Surf City" Jan & Dean - "Ride the Wild Surf" Jerry Cole - "Pipeline"

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1) TJ and I didn’t say anything about it because we didn’t feel like mentioning it when you GW haven’t focused much less touched it right now, and looking at the list it won’t be for a while, so we didn’t see any reason to mention.

2) Yes, he did finish and released the first cover of his reboot, but you can only see it if you are a patron. Otherwise, the only thing to see other than the cover is the redrawn look of some of the cast in his art galleries, but that was done months ago around June or July of 2023. He hasn’t made much recent work around it besides concepts, designing new characters, and changing some selective elements.

3) I don’t know why you keep listening to these people. It’s not skeevy, mysterious or whatever you lend yourself to believe. It’s more like he had slightly new or different ideas that he couldn’t do in the previous version and feels like he’s improved as a writer over the years. It’s literally right here in this link - https://imgur.com/a/FJUI0xE

Regardless of my personal opinion on how I find this decision unnecessary and kind of dumb with how the story has been going until this point being (for the most part) ok, there’s nothing malicious about his intentions. Sounds genuine from what I’m reading with how much he cares for his own work. There’s nothing questionable about it besides going “why?” about what he’s doing.

Seriously, GW dude. You really need to start looking this stuff up or at least start using common sense and taking some people’s words blindly without some kind of evidence, especially from one’s who are too lazy to do the same thing I’m doing right now.

Yeah I’m sorry about that.

The reason I don’t do research myself is because I simply don’t really have time to, I have so many other hobbies, unless it’s a comic I’ve already riffed I really don’t care. I should change that.

It’ll be a long time before we get into this anyway.

[elxctrics]

"i've been reading books of old, the legends and the myths the testaments they told, the moon and its eclipse and superman unrolls a suit before he lifts but i'm not the kind of person that it fits."

(—) ★ spotted!! ELIJAH DE VERE on the cover of this week’s most recent tabloid! many say that the 36 year old looks like KENDRICK SAMPSON but i don’t really see it. while the FOOTBALL PLAYER ON THE LA RAMS is known for being KIND HEARTED my inside sources say that they have a tendency to be GOOFY i swear, every time i think of them, i hear the song SOMETHING JUST LIKE THIS BY COLDPLAY AND THE CHAINSMOKERS { he/him cismale }

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𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓼

name: elijah de vere

age: thirty six

nicknames: eli

date of birth: april 2nd, 1988

astrological sign: aries

place of birth: a small town, usa

occupation: professional football player

label: the himbo

positive traits: kind hearted, empathetic, gentle, easy going

negative traits: goofy, non-committal, immature,

characters/celebrities he’s like: joey tribianni from friends, coach from new girl, ken from the barbie movie.

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he was just a small town kid, although he never truly lived the 'small town' life.

his family was that family in town - the one that somehow, someway, owned every major property and building and business and the de vere's had always very much been a big deal.

because of that, from a young age, elijah thrived off of being surrounded by people - whether it was having his entire class over his house, since it was the biggest one in town, after all, or playing on every single sports team, he simply loved to be surrounded by people and more importantly, he loved having fun.

being the eldest child of the de vere's, they expected him to follow in the family's footsteps, to get involved in the family business somehow, but elijah was never one for books or academics or business.

he was always told he had ants in his pants growing up and possessed an inability to sit still or pay attention to things, unless of course, sports were involved.

from the time he was little elijah was obsessed with sports, especially football, and it seemed to be the only thing he could focus on for a long amount of time.

he played all throughout high school and when college came around, he was drafted by the university of georgia, the top football school in the nation, to play on their team.

not only did he play hard, but he partied hard - joining a frat and living the best, college boy life and he truly felt like he found where he belonged.

it wasn't long into his college career that his sister sprung up into international stardom, which only increased his popularity.

he wasn't the best football player, but it was because of his last name that elijah was drafted by the los angeles rams right out of senior year.

he's been on the team for 15 seasons now, but not much has changed with him or his life - he still lives in his bachelor pad, still dates around, and still acts like he's twenty one years old, but there's no malintent behind his behaviors, he's just a simple dude who likes to have fun.

he loves the spotlight and attention and has formed close bonds with different talk show hosts, has hosted snl, made some movie cameos here and there and stared in some commercials and fashion campaigns, just because he's good at making friends and is incredibly loved in the industry.

he very much has a golden retriever kind of personality and would give the shirt off his back to anyone, especially to his family, but this also could be his downfall, as more often than not, he's far too trusting of those who may not deserve it.

[femalebookworm]

ps: spoiler alert cause I was spoilt — my own fault. So, to tell this review, I’d need to simply just blurt everything out. Spoilers ahead. I won’t hide this review in all, cause while I tell all, there zero details. Also, kindle dictated for how long I’d read, btw — makes me wonder if replacing the battery is the way to go, or simply buying newer device would be the best option. I ask for feedback on this, my fellow bookworms.

Okay, then, this is Vital Secrets series (bundle of book 1-3, but as you can tell, reviews will be separate!) is my first read for 2024 (finished today, Jan 2, 2pm sharp), picked this set at random after seeing cover with dude holding a gun and some words like, crime, thriller, suspense, detective work etc attached to it. All that, set my mindset for CSI, NCIS; set the standards too high, but the coincidences were piling up too hard and too fast, I just followed the letters on the e-page.

This book was filled with coincidences and breakthroughs with actual connections lacking dead-ends you ought to find in such genres, everyone was too smart and too sharp to make mistakes or look elsewhere; the whole introduction of too many characters without a second thought to carefully build them, or even tell us something more than a name within the first paragraphs instead of maybe 5 chapters away, really grind me the wrong way enough to stop and write this down. Just a tiny bit of criticism. I have come to like a few of them and side-eyeing Paula character hard. RIP.

Falling in love for the first time is hard when you’re an intelligent psychopath. Falling in love at first sight with a brand new FBI profiler (Nathan, just leaving it here cause last page sneak peek into the next volume mentioned his name, so…) when you’re an intelligence young woman, it’s good. This book centers in the lives — heavily — of both Bella and Mikel. Mikel being the psychopath you can immediately tell is the killer, Bella being the unfortunate object of Mikel’s Cupid arrow.

You know it, it’s fast paced enough where you’re barely registering the time span of things. And a lot of things happen. A lot. Death of loved ones, degenerates (as the book called), death of more loved ones, blossoming young minds going missing and coming back lobotomized in some way, mind control, nanotechnology. Relationships getting serious. Weddings. Pregnancies. Killings. Rapes. Killings. New relationships once again. It goes on, until the bad guy lands in a comma. How he survives and with their mind intact, it was never answered. Just happened. You accept it. Then, you accept some more stuff that seems impossible and BOOM. A trail of deaths on two shoulders. A strong-minded woman that unfortunately just couldn’t make it. And Thunder just lighting the bullseyes of a psychopath. The End.

There’s a book 2, so won’t delve too deep into this review. Once the bundle 1-3 books are done, this review will be uploaded to that book. If you’re just passing by, don’t worry. This is a message for the Goodreads folks. A copy-pasta, that might get my audiences from different places confused, but it’s new year, new me, less filter, less mindfulness. Really in a hurry to keep reading. Bye.

[robynlilyblack]

Heyy request for barty getting taunted by y/n's gryffindor friends for being a 'death eater by association' because he hangs out with rosier and other 'suspicious' slytherin dudes and to everyone's shock y/n gets super defensive over barty and then he's just happy that someone believes in him 😊 💛

I believe in you

Bart Crouch Jr and gn! reader

Summary: Y/n is the only one that believes Barty is good

Warnings: swearing

A/n: 1.4k words, hi, so sorry this took so long, I hope you like it, enjoy 

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Barty sighed he had spent the last hour laying on the common room floor until it was time to meet you, not knowing what to do with himself

“Least Salazar had good taste in rugs” he says to himself, hands pushing into the soft emerald carpet

Suddenly a shadow covered him “What are you doing?” Barty squints for a second before realising it was Snape

“Contemplating life” he says casually 

He was in a way, he was trying to decide whether he wanted to tell you how he felt, but there were some things standing in the way. Your friends weren’t exactly thrilled that you and he were friends, let alone the possibility of going any further than that.

He knew hanging out with Evan, Regulus, and Snape, as well as other future ‘deatheaters’ made him considered dangerous, but what else was he to do? Ignore all three of his dorm mates, who despite their parents were lovely people, ostracise himself from his entire house due to ideals that were placed upon it because the founder and his descendants were an arseholes?

He sometimes wondered if you felt that way, if you had fears he would become ‘evil’, you were acquaintances with the marauders after all. Mostly Remus and Peter but he had seen Sirius trying to flirt with you, something that made him realise his feelings for you were far from platonic.

“Well can you do that somewhere else? I can’t study over you Bart”

He groans sitting up “Fine. You know Sev, if you spend less time studying dark arts and more time studying people you might have a chance with your own sweet lion” he says with a cheeky smile

Snape rolls his eyes “We can’t all have memories like yours Bart, say does your sweet lion know of your photographic memory or are you still pretending you don’t know anything?”

“They don’t but just because I remember everything doesn’t mean I understand it Sev. Now if you’ll excuse me…” Barty stands up, brushing down his clothes to smooth them out “…I’m going to go meet them, 30 minutes is too long to wait in your wonderful company” he says the last part sarcastically, ruffling Snape’s hair playfully

Barty headed to the library, knowing you had a study session with your friends there before your own with him. You and he never studied in the library as it was in his own words ‘dreadfully dull’. It was too quiet and he couldn't talk to you freely, make you laugh at his rather terrible jokes nor confess his feelings should the right moment arrive

Soon he found you and y friends, you were facing away from him while your three friends where sitting around the circular table, all clocking his approach so he takes a seat at a nearby table, deciding to just wait there for you

“Where did you say you had to rush off to at two, y/n?” one of your friends asks and Barty looks up, he didn’t mean to listen but considering all three of your friends where sending him glares when you weren’t looking it was clear they were trying to taunt him

“I’m meeting Barty” you say simply but he doesn’t need to see your face to know you have a smile on your face

He sees the middle one rolls her eyes “You know y/n you really shouldn’t be hanging out with him” she says already vexed, something the boy found rather amusing but as the comments continue his amusement fades

“She’s right y/n, he’s a Slytherin he can’t be trusted” 

“That’s rather prejudice don’t you think” you say nicely and Barty smiles, you were too sweet for your own good, maybe he was holding you back, a bad influence

“Come on y/n”

“He hangs out with Rosier for Godric’s sake, his father is one of the worst”

“And the younger Black brother, you heard what happened with Sirius, he ran away from that house because they are all evil. If Regulus was anything but that he would have gone with him”

Both of those made Barty’s blood boil, the fact they had no idea what was really happening, the depression Regulus was going through without his brother, the fear of merlin Evan had for his parents.

At the same time he felt like he was going to puke, maybe your friends were right, his friends would most likey end up on the wrong side of the war whether they want it or not and...may bring him with them

“Why should who he is friends are matter? How does that define his character?” you ask looking at them

“Because he’ll become a deatheater, he will y/n, you know that and he’ll only be using you for information. His friends are future deatheaters, who he associates with shows you his real face”

“He hangs out with me so I must be a deatheater then too” you snap at them, your sharp tone surprising Barty

Your friends look shocked too “That’s not what we meant y/n, we’re saying…”

“Well stop” you silence them “You are wrong, Barty is a good person. It doesn’t matter who his friends are because they don’t define him, don’t make me believe less in him. Gordic, what would expect him to do, just not speak to anyone in his house? You know you are right about one thing, who your friends with do matter and I don’t want to be friends with any of you anymore”

Barty’s eyes widen, a smile adorning his face at your defence of his character not noticing all the stares flicking between you and him

“You don’t mean that” one manages to get out

“Yes, I do. He isn’t dark, he isn’t going to be a deatheater and if he did it’s because of people like you” you shout at them not caring who hears “You wonder why Slytherins act the way they do, keep to themselves? It’s because you see the green tie and automatically think they are bad, so how are you any better than the few that see a muggleborn and hate them. Merlin have you met some Gryffindor’s? They are just as bad but you ignore it because they're in a red tie”

Your friends were bound to silence as was most of the library, even the librarian didn’t interrupt you. Everyone you knew was there, the marauders looked shocked but Remus and Peter had small smiles creeping, Lily looked guilty at another table, Regulus and Evan looks pleasantly surprised, Pandora was just smiling at you, bless her heart, and the rest were a mixture of shock and disgust. A Gryffindor defending a Slytherin was unheard of but one publicly defending them was even more so in current climates

“Well if you excuse me” you voice had returned now to its soft nature “I have someone to…” you turn around to see Barty standing there smiling at you “…meet” 

You walk up to him, taking his hand in yours and leading him out of the library.

He follows willingly and when you are out of sight of everyone else he stops you “Y/n doll slow down” he chuckles at you

You peer up at him “Sorry” you apologise, frown lines still on your face “Don’t believe them” you say firmly “Don’t let any of them get to you” you take his other hand “They are mean and wrong”

He looks at you fondly “You’re wonderful you know that right” his thumbs graze over your knuckles

You bite your smile smiling “I do now” you say quietly

One of his hands leave yours and cup your cheek “Thanks for believing in me, I was starting to think no one did” he confesses

“Well they're stupid” you say and he laughs

His fingers move to tilt your head so it’s in line with his, leaning in slowly and letting your noses brush “I like you, more than like you actually…I'm pretty sure I’m in love you”

Your eyes light up “That’s good because I’m pretty sure I love you too” you say and with your confession he wastes no more time, lips capturing yours in a soft kiss

Thank you for reading 💛

[anonymous-astronaut]

The mercs on a nudist beach?

LMAO oh this one is hilarious I’ll see what I can do.

Scout

Bruh he is beyond embarrassed at seeing people naked. Probably thought there were gonna be a bunch of hot chicks, and he’s mortified by all the regular ass middle-aged folks just hanging out (both figuratively and literally). Can’t carry a normal conversation if any dudes in the nude try to talk to him. Does his best to see as little of his teammates as humanly possible, and stands near the water so he can look at that view instead. Pretends he’s suddenly really interested in shells or something. Keeps his swim trunks securely on his body the whole time.

Soldier

Clothes gone. Simply vanished. In fact he probably destroyed them in his dedication to being naked. He feels free as fuck and has a grand old time, actually letting himself relax and have some fun. Builds a sandcastle of the White House and eats a sandwich (which he thinks is required because it has the word sand in it) before trying to catch fish with his bare hands (and bare everything else). He thinks everyone should be participating, and will lecture anyone who IS wearing clothes about how important “freedom” is in every sense of the word.

Pyro

To them it’s just like any other beach day. They personally keep covered head to toe, but they don’t care at all about other people being naked, they barely even seem to notice. They have fun playing usual beach games and splashing around in the water, and will be absolutely ecstatic if they are allowed to build a bonfire or access a fire pit.

Demo

He has no problem taking it all off, but secretly he is a little self conscious about his own body. As long as he’s not the only one in the nude, he quickly forgets any reservations and just focuses on having a good time. Probably helps Soldier with whatever crazy thing he’s doing. Doesn’t give a single fuck about other people being naked, but he will reassure anyone who seems nervous. Wants everyone to be comfortable, and will try to keep Soldier from yelling at anyone who does want to keep their clothes on

Heavy

Would have no shame whatsoever in being naked, he just has no interest in doing so in public. He’s too reserved. Doesn’t really understand why anyone feels the need to do so, but doesn’t care enough to ask .Perfectly content to sit on the beach with a good book or a nice conversation with Medic and let the others frolic around.

Engie

He’s way too shy to do more then unbutton his shirt a little extra. His southern modesty honestly makes him feel a little embarrassed around those who are naked. He’s real awkward about it, but eventually lets himself lie back with a beer and relax. He finds the best method is to try not to think about it and avert his eyes so no unfortunate images get seared permanently into his brain.

Medic

He’s a doctor for gods sake, he’s seen more naked bodies than he can count. You literally couldn’t pay him to care. He sees no particular reason to be naked himself, maybe if he planned on going in the water he’d give it a try, but really it just makes no difference to him. He mostly stays on the beach with Heavy, enjoying the fresh air and ocean scenery. Definitely the one mischievously feeding the seagulls

Sniper

The only thing he doesn’t take off is his hat. This is not an area in which Sniper has any shame or lack of confidence, he has no problem going au-natural. Seeing the others doesn’t bother him the slightest bit either. He just takes the opportunity to get a nap in the sun like a damn lizard with only his face covered by his slouch hat.

Spy

Won’t so much as take his jacket off. Maybe, maybe, with a lot of convincing, he’ll loosen his tie. He hates the beach, hates sand, hates seawater. There is nothing interesting enough for him to do, so he just kinda sits there grumpily. Naked people don’t bother him exactly, but he would certainly rather not see his coworkers without clothing. That said, he’s more upset about the sand in his shoes to be honest.

[shinsouskitten]

Hi, so I just read your Bakugou NSFW alphabet, and I was wondering could you do one for Karma Akabane? There's a lack of content for him on Tumblr in general compared to Bakugou and I'm THIRSTY.

ME TOO HONEY. love me some sadistic redhead moments

also sorry for this being like RLLY late 😔 i hope you're not too dehydrated

Warnings: nsfw, mdni, this one is dirty

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Okay hear me out. He’s kinda shit at aftercare. He tries, bless him, but he’s just not really a nice guy (I love the guy but c’mon). Likely the most you’ll get is half a glass of water he forgot was on his bedside table and a towel to clean yourself off. At least, that’s all you’ll get while you’re awake. Once you’re asleep he’ll clean you properly (as well as he can without waking you up) and make sure you’re lying comfortably so you don’t wake up too stiff

There’s been the occasional time when you’ve passed out from how hard you came and he’s just kinda stared at you for a moment before making sure you’re okay (and alive) then just lay there stroking your hair until you come (no pun intended) back to him

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partner’s)

He likes his hands, especially around your throat or gripping your hips like a vice as he completely ruins you. Something makes me think Karma is a neck guy, cause he can cover them with hickies that you can’t hope to hide unless you have some really good concealer. He’s a bit of a vampire

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Everywhere and anywhere. Karma loves to make a mess, and then constantly tell you how dirty you are and demand that you clean yourself up. One of his favorite moments is after he cums inside you, and warns you not to waste a single drop. If you do, oh boy, I guess he’ll just have to fill you up again

D = Dirty secret (pretty clear, a dirty secret of theirs)

Karma doesn’t really have any dirty secrets. If he wants to try something out, he’ll tell you. Really he’s shameless. He’s not gonna hide anything from you, even the darkest thoughts born from his deepest depravity

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Not many people would be able to go a night with Karma, cause he can get a little intense, so before you he’s not incredibly experienced. He’s not a virgin by any means, but he hasn’t had the chance to try out most of the crazy things he wants to try. So for the most part he knows what he’s doing, but when it gets to the really fun stuff… well it’ll be a learning curve for the both of you

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Karma doesn’t really have a favorite position, simply because you never stay in one for long enough

G = Goofy (how serious are they in the moment?)

If you whine, or beg, he will laugh at you (the low chuckle 😩). This dude just really enjoys mocking you, but he’s still very serious about pleasuring you

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Tbh he doesn’t really put too much effort into grooming. Mostly he’ll just try to keep it trimmed, and occasionally he’ll shave. Don’t worry tho, even though he doesn’t groom like crazy, he still keeps everything clean

I = Intimacy (how romantic are they in the moment?)

He’s a fucking sadist. Don’t expect him to kiss your forehead and shower you with rose petals cause that’s just not Karma. This man will fuck you until you’re drooling and shaking and unable to talk with absolutely no remorse

J = Jack off (what are their views on masturbation?)

Honestly likes it a little too much. Is there such a thing as a masturbation addiction, cause if so, Karma has it. He has an incredibly high drive, and you’re not always there (or able to keep up with him) so if the dick goes up, the hand goes down

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He puts the S in BDSM

L = Location (favorite places to do the dance with no pants)

Once again, anywhere and everywhere. He’s also not shy about being caught

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going, etc)

When you talk back to him. Did someone say brat tamer?

N = No (turn offs, something they wouldn’t do)

He’ll try anything once, so don’t be shy to suggest something. This man is truly depraved, so anything you could think of, he’s thought of worse

O = Oral (do they prefer giving or receiving? how skilled are they?)

Receiving, 100% receiving. And he’s not gentle either. Get ready for a face fucking cause he will use you until he’s satisfied. If he’s going down on you, it’s because he wants to overstimulate you and see those pretty little tears run down your cheeks

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He will break your back. ‘Nuff said

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies)

Karma looooooooves quickies, especially in public. There’s something about being so needy that you just can’t wait and the thrill and risk of being caught by unsuspecting onlookers

R = Risk (how risky are they willing to be?)

He once fucked you through a midnight showing of Fifty Shades of Gray, as a demonstration that that movie knows nothing about the real good stuff (his words). Surprisingly, no one in the cinema caught on to what was happening in the back seats, and even if they heard something, they most likely ignored it as part of the film. So yeah, he’s down for some risk

S = Stamina (how long do they last? how many rounds?)

It just doesn’t stop. Like- HOW CAN ONE PERSON HAVE SO MUCH STAMINA?! TF?! If you’re not literally shaking he’s not stopping (unless you ask him too of course, he may be an ass but he’s not a completely terrible person)

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them on a partner or themselves?)

Oh my. If it exists, he has it. And he’s not shy about trying toys on himself either. He’s very open to new things so it’s not uncommon that you come home to find three new boxes on the kitchen counter and Karma standing over them with a maniacal grin

U = Unfair (how much do they tease?)

Dude. It’s Karma

V = Volume (how they sound, how loud they are, etc)

A small groan here and there, but most of the volume coming from your bedroom will be your own screams. The neighbors know his name, they’ve heard it so much it’d be impossible not to. He uses a fair amount of dirty talk, but he keeps most of his own sounds quiet. He wants to hear your voice, not his own

W = Wild card (a random headcanon)

Now cause it’s not technically a dirty secret I left this one until now. One time he had a dream where you topped him and he woke up harder than he’s ever been in his life. He’s way too proud to ever admit wanting to see you take the lead, but if you surprise him and steal the reins, he may just protest a little less

X = X-ray (let’s have a looksee in those pants)

Mini Karma stands tall at a good 7 inches. He’s slightly leaner than average, but there’s a slight curve that has him drilling into your sweet spot with each and every thrust

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

You know Mt Everest? Yeah? Keep going up

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

With his stamina levels it’s highly unlikely he’d fall asleep before you. There’s been the occasional time when you’ve passed out from how hard you came and he’s just kinda stared at you for a moment before making sure you’re still alive

[thekingslover]

Dean’s at this speed-dating event only because he lost a bet to Sam. But just because the bet stipulated that he come to this event on this Friday night, did not mean he had to actively participate. He signed up. He’s here. Now, he’s going to sit in the corner of this bar and drink until this nightmare is over.

He signed his name-tag Eddie Van Halen. That has been the giveaway of his whole attitude. People would walk up, see that name, and turn around. They know he’s not serious. It’s worked well all night.

Until suddenly, it doesn’t. A man slides onto the barstool beside Dean’s and orders a beer. He’s an awkward-looking guy with messy dark hair and an ill-fitting suit under an even iller-fitting overcoat. His features are nice enough: strong jawline, eyes Sinatra blue. He grips the beer bottle with long fingers. Under that terrible overcoat, his shoulders seem pretty wide.

He looks at Dean and offers a tiny smile. “Long night?” He squints at Dean’s name-tag. “Eddie?”

Dean blinks a few times. “Eddie Van Halen,” he says.

The guy - his name-tag simply reads Cas - tilts his head ever so slightly. “I apologize. Do you go by the full name?”

“Dude. Eddie Van Halen. Van Halen?” Dean asks with increasing incredulity. This guy has to be messing with him. But when Cas just frowns, Dean has a sinking feeling that no, he might just not know. “You don’t know Van Halen? The band.”

“Oh? Are you famous?”

Dean covers his face with both hands and takes a breath. When he lowers them, Cas is looking at him with bright, curious eyes, like he’s genuinely interested. He really has no idea.

But, weirdly, Dean doesn’t seem to mind. Instead, he laughs for the first time in a long time. “Think I found the only guy in the whole world who doesn’t know...” He shook his head. “Just call me Dean.”

Cas’s smile spreads a bit wider. “Hello, Dean.” He holds out a hand. “I’m Cas.”

They spend the next hour talking. Cas has a corporate job that he hates. When he starts to explain it, Dean can’t help but space out, even as he tries hard to pay attention. Cas just laughs a little, a sound that reverberates in Dean’s chest - it might just live there forever.

When Cas asks Dean about his band, Dean has to come clean. “I’m not in Van Halen.” He motions to the name-tag. “This isn’t my real name.”

“Oh,” Cas says. He presses his lips hard together and squints - his thinking face, Dean is learning. “Why would you lie?” Before Dean can answer though, his face shifts, and his whole manner deflates. “Oh, Dean. You wanted to be left alone. I’m sorry.” He starts to stand up.

Dean, panicking, reaches out and touches his arm. “No, you’re wrong,” he says. When Cas looks back at him, Dean laments, “Well, okay - not wrong. But. I don’t mind right now.” He clears his throat. He’s not good at this stuff. “With you.”

He must have said something right, though, because Cas’s face lights up like Christmas morning. “Really?”

“Yeah, man. Just... sit back down, okay? Let’s have another round.”

Cas sits down, closer than before. Their shoulders brush. Cas places his hand on Dean’s knee as he tells a particular impassioned story about a bees. It’s not usually Dean’s kind of thing but he’s enamored anyway. He thinks maybe he could listen to Cas talk all day in that deep gravelly voice, with that passion in his eyes.

They stay at the bar even after the event ends, until it is closing-time and the waitstaff is lifting chairs onto tables, cleaning up for the night.

Dean can’t quite believe how time flew. Paying his tab, walking outside, feels a bit like coming up for air after swimming underwater. With Cas beside him, he kind of wants to drown.

They stand in the parking lot, facing each other. Cas has his hands in his pockets. Dean wants to grab him by the lapels and kiss him. But he also wants... more than that.

“You have a pen?” Dean asks.

Cas blinks at him for a second and then digs a pencil from one of his pockets.

Dean peels off his own name-tag and takes the pencil. He scribbles his number across the bottom, then presses the name-tag onto Cas’s chest. He keeps his hand there a moment longer than needed. Then two.

Cas reaches up and places his hand over Dean’s, right there over his heart.

“Will you call me?” Dean asks.

“Of course, I will, Eddie.” Cas offers another secret smile, and Dean likes having this inside joke with Cas now. He wants so many more.

“Good,” Dean says and steps closer. Cas’s secret smile stays and Dean can see it much better now. His favorite though, is when he feels it against his lips.

When Sam asks him later how it went, Dean thinks of Cas and of that kiss, and tells him, “I feel like a rock star.”

[xazse]

Fem!Scara, fingering, eating out, scara is a little demanding

NSFW

Waking up an hour early during lecture days just to see your favorite person. Fixing your hair, making sure your clothes are ironed and perfect down to the socks. After all that you slip your shoes on and head out. You have some extra time and you use that time to go to the little cafe on school campus because: you know she’ll be there. Her beautiful dark hue purple long hair, her pretty pink plump lips, she’s so enchanting, even down to the way she presents herself you don’t think you’ve ever seen her make a single error expect for one thing…

She kinda has a very nasty attitude towards people, which makes her very unapproachable. You’ve seen some people try to talk to her/get to know her, she simply just dismissed them with a cold look. Now there are SOME people she allows close to her and to even walk and talk with her, and that’s about only 2 people? At least the ones you’ve seen before, you know 

Childe is one of them because he’s in one of your lectures and him being friends with her strikes it as sorta weird especially how he is, you know for a fact he’s your “party, let’s get drunk!” Type of dude, he’s not rude by any means actually a really nice person even going as far to personally ask how some people are doing and even volunteering help at the children’s orphanage. 

The next man you know as Kazuha, when you saw her talking to him with a soft expression on her face you damn near tripped, I mean maybe you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover but kazuha is a total “Pothead” everytime you get the chance to interact with him his eyes are a toned pink color, you don’t even think he’s even paying attention with the way he talks SO SLOW, always chatting up a storm about how the clouds are arranged or what the weather will be like. There was this one time where you were taking a different way home, still on campus and you passed a bush where you had heard something like purring? Meowing? Lo and behold it’s him with his pink dusted eyes, you don’t even begin to start a conversation with him, simply minding your own business.

kunikuzushi is her name, even though she is in your very last class you haven’t spoken a word to her, so when she suddenly asks you for help with a certain subject you’re a little taken aback I mean, there are tons of people who’d get it done in a few seconds if she had asked something so why you? 

After the class had ended and only you were left in the room finishing up some work, you didn’t notice her poking her head in and walking up to the back of the class towards you until you heard her clear her throat. “Hey could you help me with something real quick” lifting her brow, your so stunned by this action but excited so you reply faster than you had wanted to. She pushes her hair back and takes a seat beside you scooting a little closer so she can show you what she’s having trouble on, and god she smells so good like pure cinnamon such a sweet, delicious scent. 

About 20 minutes had passed and your already on your knees eating her out. She also tastes as good as she smells, youre using your tongue in ways you’ve never done, sucking on her clit nice and slow. Her legs are clamping around your head trying to push you away but you know for a fact she wants more by the way she’s whining. Arching her back. “Just hurry up, stop stalling it out already” she’s getting a little annoyed with you, but of course you’ll do anything for your pretty girl. So you start sucking a little more harder to please her and by the way she grips your hair you can tell she loves it. “Keep that pace..” she pleads sounding a little desperate, you slowly slide your finger in her wet hole, you’ll start slow since you know she’s a virgin, doing that for a little bit gets her even wetter so you slide another finger in, at this point she’s basically humping your hand like a dog in heat. You look up at her for a minute, her pale face is a deep red color and she looks so lost, her foggy expression. Her hole starts clamping down on your fingers and once last thrust of your fingers does it for her and she cums, she’s left panting with the prettiest facial expression. 

[kainscape]

Slashers with an S/O who talks in their sleep

@chibizombiebehindyou: Could you do the slashers (including Asa and Jesse) with a reader who talks in their sleep?

A/N: Decided to do this in a short prompt type of writing piece so I can practice writing short stories without going way overboard

A/N: okay maybe it’s not as short as I thought but hey, it’s not over 2 pages- yeah no it’s pretty lengthy 💀 and it’s not proofread ‼️

Bo Sinclair

It was a consuming and bone-breaking job that the Sinclair brothers did. Therefore, sleep was never guaranteed. But, with you? You decided on your own that you would keep yourself awake to see Bo come home in one piece. He always brushed your worry off as your so called obsession with him. After a few times of butchering your sleep schedule, it wasn't long before you were fast asleep when Bo retuned home. He made his way up the stairs, shedding his boots at the top. Discarding his mechanic coveralls, he was left in a stained but washed grey t shirt and his boxers. He had heard some quiet mumbling but didn't really look into it. The noise had vanished as he pulled back some of the old cover, slowly resting his body beside you. You had looked dead asleep, your body contracting slow and steady breaths. Exempt your mouth moving and forming words. He smirked, realizing you were taking in your sleep. He had some assumptions about it when you would ask questions with no reasoning. He wasn’t too worried. He propped himself up on his elbow to look over at you. “What do you mean you didn’t see it?! It was as big as your ass dude!” That’s something he’s never heard before. He couldn’t help but genuinely laugh at your behavior, shaking his head until he heard his name. “Well, Bo, what else do you want me compare it to, your dick!? Yeah right.” His face deadpanned, furrowing his eyebrows. He scoffed, turning over dramatically as he rolled his eyes. He faced away from you, biting the inside of his cheek. In the morning, he might tease you or ask questions around what you said. Either way, he’s not bothered by it.

Vincent Sinclair

It had been a long day for the boys and you within Ambrose. What a better way to go to sleep cuddled up together and arise later in the day by Bo? Of course, you were always first within the bed, already dead asleep and dreaming of whatever your mind wander to. Vincent kept awareness of where the creeks were in the floorboards, avoiding them so he could peacefully lay in bed next to your sleeping form. Yet he heard some prominent mumbling coming from you, serving closer and gently easing up the blankets to slip in. He had removed his mask already, carefully turning to face you. You had your arm over your eyes, mouth open and moving from incoherent sentences. But one was clear as day, “I’m convinced Vincent uses Gucci conditioner and shampoo, my god.” You mumbled a few after that but he was utterly confused. Why were you talking about that weird brand you had showed him once, and why did it correlate to your dream?? He shook his head gently, scooting closer and resting his arm across your waist/stomach, pulling himself against your form until he fell asleep to your rhythmic breathing. Sometimes, he’s entertained by your night time conversations.

Lester Sinclair

Your boyfriend had a fairly easy job compared to his brothers, but when there were visitors piling up after one another, it took a whole lot longer to come back home to you and your shared bed. The frogs and cicadas were a whole lot louder than usuals, but it was like a lullaby to you by now. Which queues the small mumbling escaping your mouth. He was quiet when he came, but of course, Lester wasn’t the best at silence. Luckily you were to lost in your dream to realize he was already snuggling in beside you. He had took notice of your nonsense sentences from time to time, not that it bothered him. If anything, it was an entertaining thing to listen to before going to sleep. It gave him a sense of what your brain really thinks of. “Lester… if I dressed up as roadkill… would you pick me up too?” He tried so damn hard to stifle his laugh, his body almost shaking as you formed a stupid grin on your face. Lester took in a deep breath, biting the inside of his cheek as he buried his head into the side of your neck. “Sure, hun’” he was sure to keep his words to a hush, taking note to your shared silence. There was a comfortable coldness that covered your bodies compared to the blistering heat outside. What a way to end the day.

Will Graham

Go to work, panic, panic some more and get no sleep. This was Wills routine even with you trying to hassle him into bed. He was always focused on something, or just simply to stubborn to let himself rest for once. But tonight, he had one hell of an excuse. Jack had kept him for a lot longer than both of you would like. But you knew what you signed up for when you accepted to go on a date with Will. You figured out after multiple nights of fruitless attempts at staying up and waiting for your boyfriend, you just gave in and went to sleep on your own terms. This gave Will the opportunity to overthink in peace without the guilt of making you worry. The job had took a huge toll on his physical capacity, leading him to shrugging off his clothing while he made his way to the side of the bed. He rubbed his eye, yawning as he lifted the blanket to the new queen bed you guys had bought, giving more room for dogs and the two of you. He stopped his motions, watching closely as you turned your body towards him. You were mouthing words but they were quiet and blotched. Will slowly slid underneath the covers, feeling his body sink in the end to a relaxed position. He had took not of your sleep talking, not bothered by it. To be honest, he likes to hear what you would say when you weren’t conscious of it. “I wish we had one of those stress powered lightbulbs…” A very quiet and short chuckle made its way out of you, “of course it’s for you, you could probably power Russia with how much stress you have.” And with that, he scoffed and turned the other way, mumbling to himself before attempting to sleep.

Jason Voorhees

Jason always makes sure you’re getting enough rest for your health. He’s adamant about you being your best self with a healthy body and mind. But, he’s never really surprised to see you up waiting for him time to time, honestly he can’t complain. He loves seeing you there in the cabin with the fire still going as you greet him with that beautiful smile. It’s truly warming for him. The rest of the nights, you’re always in the dark comfort of your shared room, resting atop the creaking bed and under the quilt blankets. The cabin door whipped open, quickly caught by the giant hand wrestling against the harsh winter wind. He tried his best to quietly close the door, pushing the lock in place he had added after a break in from a trespasser happened. He observed the room, laying his machete within the kitchen sink after shedding his jacket and laying it on the chair around the wood table. Expertly avoiding the creaks in the floor, he gently pushed open the bedroom door, slipping in without a sound. There was a severely dim light coming from the window, which shadowed over your face just right so he could see you. Jason had took off his boots while he listening to the common small talk from your sleeping form. You guys had decided to look in all the cabins, landing on the jackpot of a bigger bed so you could have more room. Therefore, it wasn’t a huge hassle for Jason to slip into the bed without the alarm of waking you. You were turned away from him, slow breaths from to body. The hockey mask laid on the dusty end table, facing up as Jason looked down at you. A small smile formed on his lips, listening as your talking grew a little more coherent. “Come on Jason, you got all that cake.. and you’re not gonna give me none?” His smile slowly faded, realizing what you meant by ‘cake.’ It ha mentioned before, especially when you went out of your way to slap his ass and look him in eyes to say, “a whole damn bakery back there..” Jason took it on himself to get used to it, not bothered by the comments. He shook his head, inching down so he could pull you closer to his chest, a very strong arm wrapped around you.

Michael Myers

There’s never a sleep schedule with the two of you. There’s times where Michael is out for days at time, retuning only when your asleep and unknowing. There are those very rare times like this one where you’re aware of Michaels presence in the bed while you drift of into sleep. He’s definitely not the type to pull you close or make a move to hold you, but he’s not going to push you away if you wrap yourself around him. Which is where you lay on his chest, listening to his eternally calmed heart beat as you knocked out. It had took a damn long time, but you achieved the privilege of seeing Michael without the infamous mask you grew accustomed too. His eyes usually zeroed in on the ceiling, waiting until he need to close his eyes came. But this time, he looked down at you shifting a bit in his chest, a few words spoken. “I really don’t know how people can’t smell you form your hiding places.. I can literally smell you before you walk in a room.. it’s not a good thing either.” His eyebrows furrowed together, trying to understand why you were composing about how he.. smelled. Yet here you are, your face completely shoved into his chest. He gave you an unimpressed eye roll, turning his head on the pillow for an attempt at some sleep. He found it rather amusing that you would speak whatever you thought without restrictions when you would sleep talk. Something to quietly tease you about.

Jesse Cromeans

He had already experienced your sleep taking, the cameras in his house capturing anything you did. Sometimes you asked questions or said random comments, all that made Jesse smirk or silently laugh. He had also taken notice to the earlier times you went to bed, your stubborn idea to stay up and wait for him dying down. He didn’t mind this, satisfied with your healthy sleep schedule returning. He set the tapes in a box for tomorrow’s checking. Jesse eased open the bedroom door, a small ray of light traveling across the room to reveal the bed you laid in. The black silk sheets covering your sound figure. He pushed the door back closed, taking off all his work attire to be left in his boxers and undershirt. He shimmied underneath the covers, slowly scooting closer to your body. Of course, there were some unconscious words to be shared. “I just realized I’ve got to sleep in every room…” there was some silence before you spoke again, “why?… look don’t even worry about.” There was humorous tone in the last sentence, one that felt oddly genuine for someone asleep. He shook his head, smiling while he took in your scent that comforted him. His hands caressed any exposed skin as the room fell silent, including his mind as you both shared a deep sleep.

Asa Emory

It wasn’t something he really cared to take notice about, never really sleeping at the same time as you due to his large amounts of work he took on. It was to the point he would drift off into a dreamless sleep on his desk. Not that you could really do anything about it with his stubborn view point, so you kept to yourself and went to your bed without him. Well, went to bed also meant brining a pillow and blanket down to Asas work place and sleeping the the chair. You just wanted to feel your boyfriends presence before you fell asleep. He only looked up for a few before looking back down at the scatter of papers, shuffling though some before writing. You made yourself as comfortable as you could get, sighing as you let your body relax. The sleep came easier than expected, the few sniffles sounding in the room letting you know Asa was still there. It was oddly comforting. A flash of worry did strike you, the worry that your sleep talking would annoy him, causing you to have to leave. But it was worth the few bits of it. Asa sighed, running his hand down his face as he battled the tired feeling back. Lending back in his seat, he crossed his arms while looking up to you in the leather chair. Without a warning, a question was asked out loud from you, “What color box would I get if I was one of your butterflies?” He tilted his head, furrowing his eyebrows before humoring himself by answering, “Red. To match the original one.” It seems like your dream had answered for you, the words quiet on your tongue as your chest arose slowly. Asa took in another breath before rising to his feet, walking over to you. He brought a hand up to your resting face, his thumb brushing your drink. What a beautiful butterfly you would be.

[sukirichi]

crush

pov. you have a crush on your brother’s best friend

request. Hi! Congrats on 2.4k!!🤩 For the event, may I request an au where reader is Yuuta’s sister? Can be gn/fem reader anything is fine. And they fall in love with Toge? Fluff fluff fluff please

notes. awww i love this request, i have a fat crush on toge so i enjoyed writing this! i made this a modern high school au, by the way!

You stare disappointedly at the black wrappings of your bento, sighing because your brother took the wrong one again. Waving goodbye to your friend, you made your way to your brother’s classroom, knocking on the door to get his attention. However, it isn’t your brother who’d stopped laughing mid-conversation. Instead, it’s a familiar-looking platinum haired guy, his purple eyes glimmering with mischief as he slapped your brother’s arm.

“Yo, Yuta, I think someone’s looking for you,” you heard him say.

Meanwhile, you just stood there blankly, your throat growing dry because he was cute – like actually handsome boy-next-door cute.

You’ve met lots of cute guys before, but they were all very immature that you found no interest in others. He, on the other hand, was nothing less of polite, shooting up from his seat because your stupid brother was too invested in his video games. The guy flashed you a bright smile, the beauty of his face up close enhanced that you felt your heart squealing.

Not that you’d ever show that, of course, so you just reciprocated with a polite smile to hide your frantic nerves.

“Hi! You here for Yuta-kun?”

“Y-yes.”

Before he could speak, an arm had shoved him aside. Yuta stood before you, his frown apparent while his friend stayed at the side, a smile still playing on his lips. It took all your energy to not stare at him too much in fear he’d easily read through you.

“Hey, what are you doing here?”

“You swapped lunches with me,” you shoved the black bento box to his chest, stepping closer to your brother to whisper in his ear. “Is that a friend of yours?”

“Yeah, he’s Toge. He used to play with us a lot before he moved away, but his family’s back in town. Don’t you remember him?”

“No…”

“Toge, come here!” he called out to his retreating friend, the guy freezing in his tracks before he jogged up to where you were quickly. Oh crap, you kept gushing, he really was cute. He placed an arm around your brother’s shoulder, nodding at you as a greeting. “Remember my sister? You used to play with her a lot when we were kids. You kept stealing her Barbies, remember?”

“I did?” Toge looked shocked, his back bending into a fake bow. “I’m very sorry for that, but don’t worry, I don’t do that anymore.”

“I don’t play with Barbies at this age!” you defended, heat spreading all over your skin when he winked at you. Both of them laughed at your flushed face, and you crossed your arms on your chest, glaring at your brother. Really though, you were just trying to hide the fact you were very attracted to his friend, even more so now that he was actually familiar. “Stupid Yuta-nii.”

“You’re cute,” Toge randomly piped in.

If you were feeling shy before, you couldn’t speak now.

“Dude, don’t talk about my sister like that,” Yuta gagged, slapping his friend on the chest who effortlessly ducked away, his laughter like music in your ears. You stared at him for who knew how long, his happiness absorbed in your body as you found yourself giggling back. Yuta, on the other hand, wasn’t as impressed, rolling his eyes at his friend before turning to you. “You should go back to class. The bell will ring soon.”

“Okay,” you nodded quietly, hesitating for a moment. Surely it wouldn’t be too weird, right? Deciding to heck with it though, you balled your hands into fists, mustering the courage to look him in the eye as you said, “See you, Toge-senpai.”

He simply shrugged his brows up as a farewell, and just like that, you dashed down the hall so fast you put Quicksilver to shame.

Great. Out of all the days it had to storm, it had to be on the rare moment you forgot your umbrella. Unsurprisingly enough, it was Yuta’s fault for making you forget it. Both of you had slept in too much, but instead of being the responsible older brother, he left you to prepare the meals all by yourself while he spent half an hour fixing his hair. In your haste to arrive on school on time, you’d forgotten to pick up your umbrella, and now the misfortune of it slapped you right on the face.

“Tch, how can I go home?” you glared at no one in particular.

Yuta had to stay behind for baseball practice in the covered court, leaving you all alone to take the bus by yourself. Well, not that it mattered, going home alone was way better than listening to your brother rant about video games and girls he wanted to talk to in class.

Shifting your weight from one foot to another, brows pinched as you mulled on the different ways you could come back home, you came up with two options.

One, run like hell and risk getting sick from this weather, or two, wait for the rain to subside.

But ugh, you wanted to go home already. Before you knew it, you’d unknowingly pouted, arms hugged to yourself while you cursed your stupid brother a hundred times over in your head. Too lost in your own thoughts, you failed to hear humming from behind you, a scream nearly ripping from your lips when someone planted himself beside you.

“Hey, you’re here!”

You gazed up at him wide-eyed, subconsciously stepping away to keep your beating heart at bay. “H-hello, Toge-senpai.”

“Please, just call me Toge,” he offered, opening his umbrella before his eyes landed on you. Probably realizing you were quite helpless, Toge smiled, nudging you to come closer to him. “Hey, I’ll walk you home. You guys still live in the same block?”

“Yeah.”

And so there you were, debating that maybe Yuta’s carelessness wasn’t such a bad thing. After all, if it would lead to your crush taking you home, then you weren’t complaining. Funny how the weather seemed so gloomy, a huge contrast to the sunshine you radiated at the sheer happiness of living out your most romantic fantasies. It was silly, actually, to crush on your brother’s best friend of all people, but Toge was so nice and handsome – it was kind of impossible not to like him.

In the span of two weeks that you’d known him, he’d been nothing but friendly. And no, you weren’t going to admit you started visiting their classroom more often than before, simply because you wanted to get a glimpse of him.

Toge pulled you out of your lovesick trance, his arm landing on your waist before he shifted you beside him. You noticed he was now closer to the road while you were on the safer side of the sidewalk, and god, did he just step closer? He was close enough that your arms brushed with each step, sending a wave of heat that you bit back by tugging your lips with your teeth.

“For warmth,” he explained as if reading your mind, arm raised lazily in a shrug. “Wouldn’t want you to get cold.”

“Thank you,” you muttered, hiding your face under your scarf.

You and Toge were silent the whole time, but it was a silence you adored. Very rarely that you found comfort in silence with others, but with Toge, it felt so easy – so natural. You hadn’t even realized you were already at home, Toge chuckling at your spaced out self. He bid his farewell then, his back facing yours as he walked away when you blurted, “Oh, my parents aren’t home. I think you should stay first to let the rain calm down a bit. You live a little far from school, right?”

Toge looked a little surprised, his eyes shooting up to the sky with a sigh. Inwardly, you were screaming because you just invited him inside, but Toge was already waddling back to you before you could regret it.

“Yeah, thanks for the invitation. I don’t think I should go home in this weather too,” he said, following you across the threshold. He looked around in awe, his shoes left in the front door before he crossed the living room with you, his eyes shining with nostalgia and happiness. “Wow, your place hasn’t changed one bit. I missed being here.”

You flashed him a smile. Turns out it wasn’t that bad – Toge being comfortable made you comfortable. Aside from the nervousness partnered with shyness from having a crush, you applauded yourself for being able to look him in the eye as you asked, “Do you want tea, coffee…?”

“Water is fine. Thanks,” he shrugged off his jacket and placed it behind a chair, chuckling when you nodded too fast. Toge, much to your dismay (or delight?!) trailed behind you in the kitchen, having no business looking that handsome as he leaned against the counter. Him being unaware of his effect on you was even worse, and you bit the inside of your cheeks, trembling as you poured him a glass of water. 

From behind you, Toge snickered, “Why are you so jittery? Do I make you nervous?”

“A-a little.”

“Why? Am I intimidating?” he appeared beside you out of nowhere, so close that you could count his lashes. You leaned back with a muffled squeal, eyes wide at the proximity. Toge, as always, seemed completely unaware of it, taking his time to assess your features with a hand on his chin as if all the answers he was looking for was written all over your face. “Yuta told me I was very easy to approach though.”

“No, it’s not that, I just…” you stuttered, giving in with weak knees and turning your head to the side. Your heart, your poor heart! “Crap, I hate myself.”

“You were saying something?”

“I, uhm, it’s just,” you panicked, mind failing to function now of all times. “I think…I have a crush on you?”

The room fell silent.

Realization dawning on you, you flattened your palms together in a begging motion. Toge merely blinked back at you, and you were so close to just kneeling to the gods to rid yourself of this moment forever. “Please forget everything I said, I’m so sorry! Gosh, Yuta’s going to kill me, forget I said anything, I didn’t mean to be weird.”

“Hey, chill, it’s fine!” he laughed, helping you get up just before you fell in exasperation. Then, he smirked at you, wiggling his brows in the process. “I kind of knew that anyway, to be honest.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, I mean, you asked me to marry you when we were kids,” he informed you, but the memory never played back in your mind. It wasn’t a lie though, you really did ask him that when you were kids. Embarrassment taking hold of you, you groaned behind your palms, feeling like your heart was going to explode every now and then.

“Oh my gosh…”

“It’s okay,” Toge peeled your arms away from your face, his grin nothing less of teasing the moment he’s greeted by your shyness. “I did say yes – let’s just wait after high school, yeah?”