#I literally cry laughing when I think about each time someone gets really worked up about it bc the longer it bothers ppl the funnier it is

[princeoftheeternalbog]

OP characters reacting to you kissing them and running away (here's part 2) established relationship ish. Feel free to ask for other characters.

ALSO I've definitely seen another creator who did this idea with op characters but I can't remember who so if someone could tell me I would really love to credit them :(. I tried to make mine different but still it's the principal of it.

Slightly suggestive in some parts so mdni.

Luffy

Thinks its a new game like tag but with kisses and it ends up actually becoming one. You'll both wait for the other to become distracted and then you'll strike, planting a kiss and sprinting off around the ship or the island you're docked at. It's not hard to chase after each other because the trails of laughter are so easy to follow and it always ends up with one of you on the floor from a tackle or something similar.

Zoro

Gobsmacked. Genuinely his jaw drops especially if there's other people there and you get away so easily only because of how long it takes his brain to boot back online. Oh but he doesn't let it go. He waits until you're in a similar situation, either talking to someone or doing work and he sneaks up to pull you into a deep, intense kiss that leaves your knees weak. Like he fully puts the moves on you, hand on your lower back, other hand cradling your jaw, hes literally licking into your mouth and then he just disappears for the rest of the day. Asshole.

Sanji

You are not running away from this man. Not in a scary way but he can't do just one short kiss, as soon as you're leaning in his hands settle firm on your hips and that grip is not something you can wiggle out of. You can try to run away but he just laughs at you and pulls you closer to him, ofc he would let go if you actually wanted him to but he knows what you're trying to pull. Says something like "Oh? Trying to run darlin? How sweet." swoon- Just don't even bother, he will always try to win if your affection is involved.

Nami

Honestly thinks nothing of it. A lot of your affection is sweet but quick because yk pirate life. But if you look disappointed from her lack of reaction then she catches on quickly and starts playing along. So sweet even though she can be scary. Oh but don't try to run if she's initiating, like Sanji you aren't going to get out of her grip. If she wants to shower you with affection, she is going to thank you very much. If you do manage to slip away she's surprisingly quick and surprisingly stealthy. Like you'll think you got away and you walk into a room and she drops down from the ceiling like fucking batman.

(maybe not that dramatic but shes good)

Robin

She lets you run away but only because she knows she could summon a mouth to kiss you at any time and in any place so she's content knowing she always wins. Also thinks it's really cute when you try to rile her up like this, she just finds it so endearing and usually ends up playing into it anyways- "My, my, aren't you getting so bold my love". Sometimes will purposefully trip you up while you're doing these antics so you can't get away or so your plan is ruined, absolutely pretends she has no idea what you're talking about.

Usopp

Highly likely he was doing something when it happened. Highly likely he dropped something onto his foot as a result. Yowls like an injured cat and then when his brain catches up it's like steam comes out of his ears. Stands there with his mouth open and pointing at you like you betrayed his entire family. Very funny and very cute. Also a possibility of him smacking you out of fearful instinct in which case he'd probably cry his eyes out and beg for forgiveness. Nami makes it worse by punching him in the face for hitting you. A mess all around if you get him at the wrong time so just be careful.

Ace

Immediately sprinting after you, it's actually a bit scary. But like hey he's not letting you get away with just one measly little peck on the cheek. Absolutely nobody on the crew helps you unless it would be funny, i.e. someone tripping Ace up so he faceplants. If it's near the beginning of your relationship then you likely go back out of concern which he takes as a chance to catch you, but if it's later then you already know this man's antics and you know he wouldn't be injured just from tripping so you use it as an opportunity to get away💪. You still have to kiss it better later though when hes whining to you about how cruel you are for leaving him in the dust(he would do the same).

Izou

Don't bother. As soon as you turn he snatches you by the back of your collar and pulls you onto his lap, proceeds to resume his conversation like nothing is wrong but his arms are firm around your waist and his cheeks and ears are a particularly pretty shade of red. Once his conversation is over and the other person has left, he turns his attention to you with a very pointed look. He's not actually irritated but if he enjoys watching you squirm that's his business. "If you wanted a kiss you should've just asked my love" and then he's practically devouring your mouth. Doesn't care about the other people in the vicinity. Doesn't care that he's smudging his lipstick. Just wants to fluster you more than you flustered him.

Marco

Do you even want to run away from this man lets be real- anyways.

If he's doing work then he just laughs and lets you get away with it, tallys it in his head for later, but if he's free and hes in a good mood then he absolutely plays into it. Will chase after you. Will cheat by using his powers. Its a bit scary but also very attractive, somehow ends with him pinning you in some way (☺️), looks very smug when he wins. Like you'll end up flat on your back, legs trapped under his and his hands restraining yours and he's just grinning- "Oh what a surprise. You were so easy to catch-yoi" Yeah yeah shut up. Absolutely asks what his reward is just to see your shocked face (absolutely asks again later when you two are alone).

Sabo

VILLAIN!!!!!! Sorry only way i can describe how devious and obsessed this man would be. Like Izou he tries to snatch you immediately but you planned for this so you manage to spring out of his grip in time. You falter a bit at his reaction then because he just blinks at you for a while. You start to feel a bit nervous and when he finally grins at you, you definitely feel nervous. "Playing like that are we honey? How about I give you a headstart then?" Evil. You know he's going to catch you. He knows he's going to catch you. He's just giving you false hope but yk hope is hope so you take the chance.

You don't get far. It's not even fair how quickly he catches up to you and gets you underneath him, it takes him barely any effort, not even a strand of hair is out of place. Spends the next 10 minutes kissing you on the floor of the hallway until Koala comes back and promptly drags him back into his office.

[wnbnny]

꒰ forever and a day ⭑ ꒱ - y.jh

genre ⋆ slice of life, est. relationship, fluff w small bit of angst, jeonghan x fem.reader! | wc ⋆ 0.9k | author's note ⋆ i was listening to fireworks & rollerblades & forever & a day is my favourite song on the album so i decided to write abt it >< listen to forever and a day as you read <3 | not proofread bc i wrote this at 3 a.m >< tw ⋆ reader is mentioned as 'wife', insecurities

i started driving through the hills, told me to come and get you

"hannie?" you called out softly, head peeking out from your shared bedroom's door. jeonghan raised his head, locking eyes with you. "yes?" he hummed, eyes filled with an unreadable softness and emotion you couldn't quite place.

no words convey the way it felt for me to finally hold you

"can... can i join you on the couch?" you asked tentatively, not wanting to bother him and disrupt his peace when he looked so cozy curled up on the couch. "of course baby, you don't have to ask. c'mere," he stretched out his arms, an open invitation for you to mold perfectly into.

in my arms just long enough to know

you took a step forward, and it wasn't long before you had finally crossed over the expanse of the living room to stand in front of him. you climb onto the couch, afraid to accidentally step on his limbs, tangled up in the heavy yet soft blankets. settling your head on his shoulder, you were enveloped in a comforting warmth, jeonghan's arm subconsciously pulling you closer into his side. the tv was playing an old rom-com, and the two of you settled into comfortable silence as you cuddled.

know every word you're gonna say before you even think it 

"she's so pretty," you comment, eyes fixated on the actress on screen. it fills your heart with a pang of mixed envy and sadness, insecurities coming to the surface. what if jeonghan thought you were ugly and left you for someone better? there were so many prettier women out there, ones that had beauty you could only dream of. the nagging feeling in the back of your mind grew even louder, drowning out the background noise. your hands, tangled in the blankets, fisted them slightly, clenching as you tried to futilely conquer the negative thoughts. jeonghan frowned, noting your fidgeting which could only mean one thing. "hey, you're prettier," he remarks, looking down at you. "thanks," you murmur, but jeonghan can immediately tell you don't believe him. "i mean it." he furrows his brows, and cups your chin to make you face him. his brown orbs bear into yours, hoping to get the message accross. you nodded slowly, the dullness in your eyes slightly disappearing, but not completely gone. he would work on convincing you, jeonghan vows. for now, he settles back into the cozy silence as you watch the sitcom.

but somehow, every joke you make is funnier each time around

"did you hear about the new store? you should visit it sometime, i've heard it's really good," you ponder. you and jeonghan are at the park, out on a date. "sounds great, but it would be better if i had you to accompany me," jeonghan leans in, a playful smirk on his face. you giggle and blush, rolling your eyes in faux annoyance. "oh, shut up, you big flirt."

your laugh is such a perfect sound

jeonghan watches as you giggle as you chatter with your friends, a fond smile on his face. you look radiant and happy, and he vows he will do whatever he can to always keep that smile on your face.

these butterflies lived a million lives to say

you blush, watching as jeonghan leans down to tie your shoelaces for you in the middle of a movie theatre, butterflies in your stomach. "done," he finishes with a smile, standing to press a featherlight kiss against your knuckles as you beam up at him.

i swear I've known you longer than

"oh my gosh, remember when we first met? i literally spilled coffee all over you," you laugh, on another day with jeonghan, this time at a cozy cafe. "you looked like you were on the verge of crying," jeonghan chuckles, then adds softly, "you were cute." 

i don't believe in destiny but i might have to say

"hannie?" you ask, and he hums in response. "yes?" "do you believe in destiny?" you ask, curious. "hmm... not really. i think you get to choose how your life turns out, whether through your actions or decisions," he explains, and you ponder on his answer thoughtfully.

your melodies, they're changing me

this time, you and jeonghan and sitting on the floor of the living room, christmas lights twinkling merrily on the colourful christmas tree in the corner. jeonghan is singing, strumming on his guitar, and then cozy warmth of the hot cocoa you hold in your hands envelops you in a soft, fluffy cocoon of love.

i'm yours, forever and a day

you and jeonghan stand under an archway, hands intertwined and cheeks flushed, giddy with excitement. he was dressed in a sharp tuxedo - and you in the most stunningly beautiful white dress that seemed to flow like water. "i, yoon jeonghan, promise to take y/n l/n as my wife, to have and to hold, from this day onward; for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part. i promise to love and cherish you, to be the rock for you to lean on when you're down and had a bad day at work. i promise to be the one you can trust and confide in, to pour your burdens and insecurities to, and if i could, i would take them all from you, so that you may always have that radiant bright smile on your face i love so much. i promise to love you, forever and a day."

mastertag : @starseungs

[mangosrar]

call it what you want pt2

matt sturniolo x fem reader.

pt1

"i mean come on y/n, its a perfect chance for you to get back at your parents and a perfect chance for matt to get back at jess, how could you say no" nick stated.

"fuck no, jess can eat shit, and besides, id rather die lonely than have to ever be close to that loser" you replied, walking into the kitchen, with matt, nick and now chris who had walked in on you and matt screaming at each other just a few minutes before.

"shes right matt jess can eat shit" chris added, causing matt to glare at him and roll his eyes.

jess was matts bitchy, stuck up, brat of a girlfriend, well ex-girlfriend of 4 months. they had broken up about a month ago when she came to matt and told him she wasnt in the right place for a boyfriend, then posted a photo of her kissing jason atkins on her Instagram story. you honestly found the whole thing hilarious; she was some blonde bimbo who thought the sun shone out of her ass, and matt was the complete opposite, he was grumpy and dark, but someone how they ended up together.

"y/n your childish side is showing, i mean please do not fucking flatter yourself, i would rather gouge my own eyeballs out than have anyone think im with you, but i want my girlfriend back, i miss her" matt said, running a hand through his hair, leaning against the counter opposite you.

"aw are you gonna cry matty?" you mocked with a fake sad expression.

"y/n" nick said flatly. "you need this, come on" he continued.

you sighed, trying to really think this out. nick was right, but you also werent sure he would be so happy with this whole situation by the time you murdered his brother. there was a pause for a moment, all three of them staring at you, waiting for you to give in before you spoke up.

"how would it even work?" you asked.

"we post together, tell people were together, go to parties and shit with each other but in private i wanna stay as far away from your annoying ass as i can." matt said shrugging his shoulders while looking at you.

"what about school dumbass?" chris added.

"the same i guess, but dont be all up on me in the hallways i dont wanna be that annoying couple" matt grimaced.

"you and jess were that annoying couple, always making out in front of everyone and shit its gross, so just make sure you swap saliva in private" nick said, jabbing his hand out in front of him as he spoke to get his point across.

"this conversation is giving me literal back ache, im dipping, just figure it out and dont kill each other while you're at it." chris sighed, standing up and walking away.

"me too, just...no mean words towards each other, you're dating now remember" nick pleaded.

"no promises" matt muttered, watching nick walk out of the room, leaving you and matt in awkward silence.

neither of you really wanted to do this, but it was ideal, it was just annoying that you had to be so fucking rude and stubborn and attractive and smell so good. and it was infuriating that matt had to be so mean and punchable, and so sexy with a face that was so sittable. the two of you really couldnt resist stand eachother.

neither of you wanted to make eye contact, both just looking around before you broke the silence.

"do you really wanna do this?" you asked.

"no but its my only option" matt replied, still staring at you, sitting on the counter, from his position, leaning on the opposite side.

"so were really doing this?" you stated.

"i guess we are" he whispered, looking down at his feet.

"no kissing or anything though" you squinted at him. matt just hung his head and laughed before pushing himself off the counter and sauntering towards you, stopping when your knees met his stomach.

matt placed his hands on the counter, next to each one of your thighs and leaned his face closer to yours, making you suck in a breath from the closeness. "why baby? scared you'll like it?"

you couldnt deny the insatiable heat that was now blooming between your legs, he smelt so goo, his eyes looked hungry and the heat radiating off of his body onto yours made you dizzy. you swallowed thickly, desperately trying to regain your composure. there was no way in hell that he was going to get you that easily.

"i dont know where that mouth has been baby" you replied with a sickly-sweet smile, before pushing him back by his shoulders and hopping off the counter, making quick progress out of the kitchen and as far away from him as possible.

you heard him chuckle before he shouted.

"see you on Monday girlfriend" you could hear the smirk in his voice, and it only made you wanna turn around and slap the shit out of him more, but you just rolled your eyes and continued your decent from the kitchen.

god this was going to be torture.

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[xvmgnhao]

Found

pairing: tara carpenter x black!fem!reader x chad meek-martin

summary: You've had a crush on both Chad and Tara for the longest and they finally find out. Not the way you wanted them to though.

warnings: mommy kink, daddy kink, fingering, cunnilingus, threesome.

“Mommy mommy mommy..” You whine out repeatedly like a mantra.

You were riding your pillow. Getting so worked up thinking about grinding your leaking cunt against hers.

You were alone in the apartment today. Getting bored quickly your mind started to wander. Only to end up with heated thoughts of the people you couldn’t get out of your head.

Tara Carpenter and Chad Meeks-Martin.

They were a pair that you couldn't stop thinking about. When they started dating, you lost all hope in getting with either of them but that didn’t stop you from fantasizing about having them both.

You continue your assault on your pillow your mind drifting to Chad groping you and whispering dirty things in your ear. Whimpers of their names could be heard throughout the apartment.

Tara laughs as she unlocks the door to your shared apartment.

"That literally makes no sen-" She was cut off by a loud moan.

"Holy shit is that Y/N?" Chad says amusedly.

"Do you think she's fucking someone? She was telling me about this guy she was super into." Tara says to Chad as a warm blush creeps up her neck.

"I hope not." Chad says making his way to your room slowly.

"Chad stop. We need to respect her privacy." Tara says following behind him hurriedly.

"Her doors open I just wanna see Tara." Chad says looking back at Tara with pleading eyes. "You know you're curious too."

"Just a peek. You're lucky I'm into her too" Tara says rolling her eyes and crossing her arms over her chest.

They both make their way toward your slightly ajar door.

"Tara" You moan out loudly causing them both to freeze. "Chad"

"I'm so close. Please let me cum." You cry out not even noticing them standing at your door.

"Y/N?" You hear a soft voice call out to you.

Out of shock, you flip off of your pillow onto your back, scrambling to cover yourself with the sheets.

You see Tara staring at you wide-eyed with a dark blush creeping up her cheeks. Chad hovering over her with an amused smirk on his lips.

"I-I'm so fucking sorry guys." You stammer out as tears well up in your eyes and fall down your cheeks.

"Y/N." Tara says softly walking towards your bed with her. She sits down next to you and takes you into her arms squeezing you firmly.

Chad trails in seconds later silently sitting down on your bed.

You look up at Tara through blurry eyes.

"I'm sorry. That was extremely inappropriate and irresponsible of me. I understand if you guys want to move out." You ramble out hurriedly.

Tara smiles softly at you. She leans down and takes you into a soft intimate kiss.

You feel a larger hand curl around your waist gently.

You pull back from the kiss abruptly remembering that Chad is here.

"Fuck Chad I shouldn't hav-," You're cut off by Chad wrapping his hand around your neck, bringing you in for a heated kiss.

Whereas Tara's kiss was soft, romantic, and mind-numbing. Chad's kiss is a lot more heated, frenzied, and soul-capturing.

You pull away from your kiss with Chad a lot more flustered than before.

"Oh my god." You mumble trying to catch your breath.

"Y/N I hope you've realized now that we both are super into you." Chad says breathlessly into my ear.

"Yeah and we've wanted you for the longest time," Tara says looking down at you fondly.

"R-Really I was kind of upset that you two got together because I've had a crush on both of you and I thought it would've been weird to approach you two because you guys seem totally into each other." You ramble sitting up quickly.

"But we're like totally into you babe." Tara says pulling you back towards her and kissing up your neck.

"Just say the word and you're ours," Chad says trailing his hand down to the front of your pants.

You whine softly bucking your panty-clad core into his warm hand.

"Please," You say softly looking into Chad's eyes.

"Please what?" He says pressing his hand down softly against your clothed cunt.

"Please Daddy I need you both." You say hiding your face in Tara's neck.

Tara's chest vibrates with laughter.

"Daddy that's so cute sweetheart. Does that mean I'm Mommy?" Tara says rubbing your back.

"Y-Yes Mommy." You stammer out as Chad rubs your sensitive clit through your underwear.

"Let's get these off of you." You hear Chad say as he shuffles to strip you of your underwear. "Cute panties."

Tara smoothly slides her hands under your tank top. Slipping it off of you quickly.

"You're so beautiful," Tara whispers into your ear.

She shuffles so her back is against the headboard laying you flat on her chest.

Chad lays down pushing your legs up towards your chest putting you on display for him. He dips his head down quickly taking your swollen clit into his mouth.

"Oh!" You cry out at the abrupt sensation.

Clamping your thighs around his head tightly you revel in the feeling of him sucking your clit. You feel Tara pinch your nipples firmly.

"Look at you. Such a pervert. Letting my boyfriend eat your pretty pussy." Tara says aloud.

You respond with a loud whine as you feel Chad start to tease your hole with his fingers.

"Mommy sit on my face please please." You rush out hurriedly wanting to taste her in your mouth.

Without another word, Tara moves from behind you laying you down on your back. Quickly shedding her pants she makes her way on top of you hovering her glistening cunt over your face.

You dive into her heated core feeling your orgasm approaching. You moan into her heat. Her moans encourage you to focus harder on making her feel good.

"Wait for me, baby. I want to cum with you." Tara says as you feel her move her hips quickly back and forth on your mouth.

You feel your legs start to shake as Chad continues his attack on your swollen cunt.

"I'm so close honey wait for me." Tara basically shouts.

Chad fingering you so deeply it makes your head spin.

"Oh my god baby cum with me cum with me." Tara cries out grinding down on your face roughly.

You feel your orgasm crash over you making you dizzy for a moment.

Tara climbs off of you laying down beside you. Chad lays down on your other side.

"So," Chad trails off, "How was I baby?" he says smiling over at me.

"Really good." You say letting out a soft yawn.

"Don't go to sleep on us yet pretty," Tara says leaning over to kiss you on the cheek. "Were just getting started.

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Hey guys. I'm going to start being more active. Send requests, please.

[brittscafe]

don’t know if you write this but, can you write some hc about fem!reader and a captain ( Kenpachi, Gin, Kensei and Shunsui, add if you want someone!) being divorced? Like them getting married because of mutual agreement or it is good for both parties when they were younger, been together to a bit before the storyline of bleach stars and divorce, reader starts working with royal guard (not being a part with them, just doing some important stuff there) and after the last war she started living at Seireitei agian so they of course see each other again, and perhaps they low key miss each other, it’s totally coll if you don’t want to! have a lovely day! 🧡

Yessss of course!! <3 I made these so damn fluffy 😭

Kenpachi:

He hasn't really thought about in years because he's kept himself busy with his squad and all.

At nights when he's lonely and trying to go to sleep is when he thinks about you.

When he hears news about you returning back to the Seireitei, he visits you at night.

One night he cannot handle missing you any longer, so he shows up on your doorstep.

"What are you doing here?"

"I've missed your pretty face."

You invite him inside for tea, knowing that he doesn't drink any.

You two engage in a very long, deep conversation that involves talk of you two possibly getting back together.

I imagine that before Kenny decides its time for him to leave, he wraps you up in a huge bear hug where his head is resting on your shoulder.

He loves the way he feels so comfortable in your embrace.

Honestly, the night probably ends with Kenny not leaving and you two ending up in bed together...

Whether you decide to stayed divorced or not is up to you...

Gin:

Says he doesn't think about you nor cares for you anymore when it's quite the opposite.

You're on his mind every second of the day.

He has trouble going to sleep without you.

Wastes in time in visiting you when he hears about your return back.

Of course, you want to take things slow so it takes off with you two meeting at places in public.

You slowly start getting more comfortable around Gin and invite him over to your home sometimes.

Is literally attached to your hip, he's kind of like a dog.

Will sleep on your couch if you let him.

Sometimes, you can hear him mumbling in his sleep about how much he's missed you.

It kind of breaks your heart because you've missed him too.

One night you allow Gin to sleep in your bed with you.

He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into him and resting his head on your chest.

Your fingers glide through his silver hair and he falls asleep with a smile on his face.

I could see you two potentially getting back together or Gin might just end up breaking your heart by betraying the Soul Society...

Kensei:

Probably the only one to keep his cool manner after all these years.

Won't admit to missing you because then he feels weak.

Since you two didn't get married out of love, Kensei felt like the divorce was easy and he thought he wouldn't bother him.

boy did his heart skip a beat when he heard you were working for the royal guard.

He does everything in his power to ignore you/ not see you.

One day, you both happen to be walking on the same path and bump into each other.

Kensei's awkward, cutting the convo short and running off with his heart pounding against his chest.

You have to take things very slow, running into each other and the convos start to get longer and they flow smoother.

You end up arranging to meet a bar and discuss things.

You both admit that you still have lingering feelings once you have alcohol in your system to ease the nerves.

You both agree to take things slow and the night ends with Kensei grabbing your hand and placing a soft kiss on it as a promise to try.

Shunsui:

Hides his pain and suffering behind all his laughing and corny jokes.

Goes to the bar most often and often comes back to the barracks drunk.

Sometimes Jushiro has to take care of him and he'll cry in his lap/arms.

Buries himself in his work to forget about how much he misses spending everyday with you.

Once you come back to the Seireitei, Shunsui likes to avoid you because he's afraid of his feelings.

You probably have to go and corner him in his office.

He offers you sake and pours himself a big glass of it.

You can see that he's nervous, but he's keeping his cool.

You talk about how things were in the past, chatting and laughing as Shunsui's face grows more red.

Before the night is over, Shunsui kisses you and reignites every single feeling you've ever had for him.

Let's be honest, the two of you probably have a heated make out session with your hands exploring each other's bodies.

But then you pull away, saying how you don't want to rush things and you need to take your time.

Shunsui agrees, so you decide to start seeing each other again.

You two go out on dates, but they somehow always end up with you two making out.

It's not a bad thing, but then you two decide to set boundaries and your relationship flourishes.

[lemonlover1110]

Baby Steps

Satoru Gojo

[Chapter 25] Progress

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For the past four months, Satoru has experienced being a father to the best baby in the world. Satoru quite literally cannot fathom the thought of loving someone more than he loves the little baby that’s strapped to his chest. And there’s nothing he loves more than hearing his little baby laugh as Satoru cuts up some strawberries.

“Is that funny, Seiji?” Satoru asks as the baby laughs, looking at how his father takes a strawberry and magically makes two of them. There’s no better sound than his baby laughing at Satoru doing the bare minimum. Seiji’s simply Satoru’s favorite human, he always will be. The same laughter emits when Satoru cuts up yet another strawberry.

“Satoru, aren’t you going grocery shopping?” You question as you walk into the kitchen to find him cutting up strawberries just to entertain your baby. He hums in response.

“Are you coming with?” Satoru responds and you shake your head. He’s noticed that you avoid going out. The most you go out lately is to the balcony of the apartment to take a breath of fresh air. He doesn’t want to call you out on it but it worries him.

“Do you want to take Seiji with you?” You ask him, and Satoru nods. Satoru insists on taking Seiji out, and while you try to say that inside Seiji is safer, Satoru just wants to show off his baby to the world.

“He helps me pick up ladies.” He jokes, making you roll your eyes. You’ve been dating– Not officially but you’re affectionate with each other and act as if you were dating. It’s like the beginning of your pregnancy, just this time you aren’t all too worried about labels. You’re both more focused on Seiji than anything; Satoru does want to make it official though, he just wants to make it special. “I was thinking… Maybe next week we can call Kaya to babysit so we can go on a date.”

“Depends on where it is.” You answer, and Satoru can’t bite his tongue.

“Why are you scared to go out?” Satoru brings up, and you shake your head. You’re definitely not scared to go out, inside it’s just simply safer. You chuckle.

“I’m not scared to go out.” You claim, but he really doesn’t believe it. The evidence makes it clear. You barely step out of the apartment.

“You know that we’ll have to move out eventually? We have to look for a house for the five of us, and I can’t exactly pick it out by myself.” He points out, and you end up sighing. “I know you refused to go to therapy but you should really consider it.”

“I’m fine.” You reply, and as the words leave your mouth, Seiji begins to fuss. It’s always funny to see Satoru bouncing to try to calm the baby down, Satoru’s hand going to Seiji’s tiny foot and caressing it. It doesn’t work, and he takes Seiji out of the carrier. You take the baby from Satoru and you kiss the top of Seiji’s head, “You wanna stay with mommy, don’t you?”

“He’s a traitor.” Satoru rolls his eyes. But only God knows that he would give up his life for that tiny little traitor.

-

Maybe Satoru is right, that’s all you think about while trying to go to bed. With Seiji you barely get any sleep, and you want to take advantage of every minute that you get to sleep, however, you can’t fall asleep even though you’re so tired. You’re just thinking about your son, how you’re refusing to go outside and how if you refuse to step a foot outside again, you’ll miss so much from his life. That’s the only thought that consumes your mind and it doesn’t help you sleep.

“Satoru.” You try to get his big arm off you because you hear your baby crying. Satoru is also exhausted; not only is he working but every time Seiji cries, Satoru tries to go to his rescue. Of course, he doesn’t have an unlimited source of energy so he’s bound to get tired eventually. Satoru rolls over and you get out of bed to get Seiji before he wakes up the sleeping kids.

You turn on the light of the nursery and smile as you walk over to your baby. You pick him up and kiss his forehead before walking to the rocking chair to feed him. You never really thought that at twenty one years of age you��d be breastfeeding your son but here you are. Worst of all is that you’re not even officially dating his father– No, worst of all is that you’d do it all over again just to be able to hold your son in your arms.

Once he’s finished, you smile at him. You were thinking that the older he gets, the more he’ll look like you but it feels like he just looks more and more like Satoru. You boop his nose before your hand caresses the little hair that he has on his head. Maybe it isn’t ideal to be a mother at such a young age, but you’d do anything for Seiji.

“I love you, Seiji.” You tell him and he coos. You can’t wait to hear him talk, but you also hate the thought because it means he’s just growing faster and faster. You want him to stay small forever but you also want him to grow up to be his own person. 

And you can’t stay locked inside forever while it happens. 

You rock him until he’s finally asleep again. You kiss his forehead before standing up and putting him in the crib. You turn off the light and walk back to the bedroom to go to sleep. When you lay in the bed, Satoru’s arm goes over you again. He cuddles into you, and a smile comes to your face.

“Everything okay?” He asks, his voice barely comprehensible since he’s three quarters asleep.

“He was just hungry.” You answer. His nose buries in your nape, and you feel a smile creep onto your face. “You were right, I should go to therapy.”

“Really?” He wakes right up, his eyes shooting open. You hum in response. He brings you even closer to him before asking, “Why?”

“If I stay inside forever then I’ll miss so much of his life… And maybe with that help we can start a relationship and whatnot.”You respond and you feel his lips on your neck.

“Aren’t we technically in a relationship? We’re sleeping in the same bed and we–” He begins but before he can finish the sentence, you cut him off.

“I mean… We weren’t technically in a relationship when Seiji was conceived. And do I need to remind you that you were dating Leiko while we–”

“Leiko doesn’t count, not a real relationship.” He interrupts you because he doesn’t like to remember that part of his life. It hasn’t been a year since it happened but he wants to pretend like it never happened. He did all that to protect you… And he wonders how the secret spilled. How Suguru got to know about you and your pregnancy. He wonders if he should really look for the person who spilled the secret because he’s vengeful and he doubts he’ll let the person live after you were so close to death. “I’m glad that you want to get help to be a better mommy to our son.”

“I’ll do anything for him.” You say.

“I know you would. I would too.” He responds. He kisses your shoulder before he tells you, “I love you.”

“We should go on that date.” You tell him, a smile coming to his face. And while you said that you wouldn’t have more kids, that was right after giving birth. The more time passes by, the less you remember the pain of giving birth, “If all goes well, maybe in a couple years we can have another baby.”

“I like that idea. We have to have a daughter so we can give her your name.” Satoru says which causes you to laugh. You do want a daughter. Your smile fades when you feel something on your back.

“Satoru… Does the idea of getting me pregnant turn you on?” You ask him as you feel his erection on your back. He tries to deny it as he lets go of you and rolls to the other side out of embarrassment. You go to hug him, kissing his cheek, “I’m flattered, really. Especially with how I look now.”

“How do you look now?” Satoru sounds completely confused. He turns again so he can look at you. You end up shrugging, looking away slightly embarrassed. His hand goes to your chin and he tilts your head up before pecking your lips. “You truly have never looked more beautiful. It takes everything in me to not pick you up and drag you in here. You’ve never looked hotter.”

“You’re flattering me.” You chuckle, and he brings his lips to meet yours. You can’t help but smile at him. He really makes you happy even if he irks you at times. 

“You’re really the most beautiful woman that has ever walked on Earth.” Satoru tells you and you have a stupid smile on your face. You wish you could fight it off, but it’s impossible. “I would knock you up right now if you’d let me.”

“Hmm…” You laugh before kissing him again. “I was about to have sex with you, but you scared me off.”

“I said if you’d let me.” Satoru insists, but you shake your head. 

“I’m just really tired right now, maybe tomorrow.”

-

“Alright, which one will hold Seiji?” Satoru asks as he holds Seiji with one arm, and the other holds a camera. Megumi points at Tsumiki while she raises her hand. Megumi saw the last mess Seiji made in his diaper, and he isn’t going to risk that happening to him. Satoru smiles as he hands Seiji off to Tsumiki. He makes sure she holds the baby right.

You told Satoru you wanted a picture of Seiji with the kids, and of course he’s trying to do so while you have your first therapy session. You’re in the bedroom, talking in the phone with them while Satoru tries to arrange the kids in the living room. They’re all wearing a cute outfit, a matching blue color. Satoru arranged the furniture so he could have a blank background for the picture of the kids.

“Stand next to Tsumiki and Seiji, Megumi.” Satoru orders as he gets the camera ready. He has to make it fast because he doubts that Tsumiki will be able to hold Seiji for too long. “Okay, smile. Say cheese.”

Megumi smiles, showing all his teeth and it makes Satoru roll his eyes. He won’t argue about it though. He snaps his fingers to get Seiji’s attention, and when he does he makes a stupid face to get the baby to laugh. When the baby laughs, Satoru snaps the picture.

He looks at the picture momentarily, but he only looks at his baby boy without caring to check how Megumi and Tsumiki look. Satoru picks up Seiji from Tsumiki’s arms. Then when he holds the baby, he looks at the picture: Megumi’s awful smile, Tsumiki blinked right on cue, the only person that looks adorable is Seiji. That’s all he cares about, the Gojos can’t look bad in any picture.

“Can I look at the picture?” Megumi asks and Satoru shakes his head. Megumi pouts his lips, and when Seiji sees it he laughs. That fills Satoru's heart up with joy.

“Oh, you’re just so cute.” Satoru kisses the baby’s cheeks. Then he holds Seiji up to blow a raspberry on his tummy, “I can’t wait to show your mommy the picture.”

“He doesn’t look like you, that’s why he’s cute.” Megumi says, and Satoru doesn’t pay any attention.

“Tsumiki, will you argue with your brother?” 

[its-time-to-write]

i know now it’ll pass - ch. 2

Note: slight allusion of SA all i do is think about the past

You did consider calling out sick, but it’s Friday and you can just stare at your screen for eight hours and then sleep for two straight days.

You’re making the trek from your car to the office and you’re absolutely positive you look like hell. Sure, your hair and makeup is done, but there’s no masking the exhaustion in your bones. You drag yourself through the door and past everyone else headed to their various workstations, including Roy and a confused Jamie.

“Oi, porch girl, what’re you doing here?” Jamie asks. Roy smacks him on the back of the head.

“She fucking works here, you twat.”

You don’t point out that you’ve literally run into him twice, and maybe count it a blessing that he doesn’t remember you. Instead, you nod wearily and head to your desk.

It’s a fairly easygoing day, and you decide to take a late lunch. You’re halfway through your meal, absorbed in chewing each bite thoroughly and not falling asleep, when you hear someone call your name from the doorway. You look up to see Jamie standing and fiddling with his shirt.

“Do you even talk?” he asks, no preamble. 

“What?” you say, confused. You realize you actually haven’t said much to him in any of your interactions other than “sorry.”

“Oh,” you reply, “yeah, I do. I’m just tired, is all. Neurons aren’t firing at full capacity and all that.”

Jamie nods. “Just wanted make sure you were all right. Got your name from one of the blokes across the hall, cuz we can’t keep calling you ‘porch girl.’ Anyway, are you?”

You half-laugh. “Yeah, can’t you tell? I’m obviously doing great.”

Jamie’s face morphs from concern to slight offence.

“Oh god, I’m sorry,” you hasten to continue. “I haven’t slept well all week, and it’s made me snippy. I wasn’t- it’s not about you. I just can’t quite think straight.”

Jamie nods again. “Right,” he says, “don’t think that’s healthy. Coach is always on me for rest days. Maybe you need one too.”

You shrug. “I mean, that probably works for you because you’re on a footballer’s salary. I don’t really have time for personal days aside from the weekend. There’s stuff to be done and bills to pay, so…” you trail off as you realize you’ve spoken unfiltered again.

“Anyway,” you say, fake smile plastered on your face, “thanks for checking in. See you around.”

Jamie takes his cue and leaves.

—

Why did you think you’d be able to sleep better on the weekend? You don’t know. Girls’ night is officially a no-go, so you’re trying to wear yourself out with some yoga. Sometimes physical exertion helps, but you can barely think straight enough to get in the correct positions. You’re going to cry again, and probably have to call your doctor because this can’t be normal. You just wish your brain would shut up long enough for you to rest. 

You drag yourself out of bed and to the kitchen for a cup of tea. At least you’ll get to see a gorgeous sunrise.

—

You’re not positive when you fell asleep, but you did. You had a dream of someone’s strong arms around you carrying you from the steps to your bed. The dream lingers as you slowly blink your eyes open and realize that you actually are in your bed.

How did you get here? You know for an absolute fact that you are not a sleepwalker, nor did you wake up in between passing out in your front yard and now. You didn’t get yourself here, so who did?

The flat is quiet, and light is peeking in through the curtains. You check your phone to see if maybe one of your friends had helped you inside, but there’s no text letting you know. You frown. Maybe you’re just going insane.

You roll out of bed and grab your robe, then stop in front of your door. There’s a sticky note right at eye-level that says, don’t freak out, I’m in your kitchen. - Jamie (from work)

Oh shit.

You frantically run your fingers through your hair then fly down the stairs to find Jamie on his back on your couch, scrolling through his phone.

He looks up and says, “Wotcher,” completely unfazed. He swings his legs onto the floor and sits up.

“Let me explain,” he says as you gape at him. “I was on a run without Roy, and saw you asleep on your steps. Figured you’d want to be left alone after last time. But then I came by later on me way back and saw your door was cracked open. So I helped you upstairs and then stayed here with the door locked so no fuckin’ creeps would come in. You really should lock your door,” he continues, “Never know what sort are lurking ‘round.”

You’re still staring at him, uncomprehending. Jamie frowns. “Shit, didn’t mean to overstep. Just- you didn’t look so good and I thought it’d be better for you to sleep. And we’re not like, fucking strangers are we? Shit, I’m sorry.”

That snaps you out of it. “No!” you reply. “No, we’re not strangers. And it wasn’t… weird. It wasn’t weird. It’s just nice, which is why I was having trouble responding. I mean sure, this is the longest we’ve ever talked without me tripping over air, but you’re not- I mean, I don’t feel unsafe around you. You’re not that type of person.”

Jamie’s phone is away and his hands are tangled in his shirt. You wonder if it’s a nervous response.

“I’ll get out of your hair,” he says after a pause. “Maybe go back to sleep, yeah?”

You nod. “You want a cuppa before you go?”

Jamie hesitates, which is different from the flat-out no you expected. Finally he says, “Nah, should probably get going. Don’t want me hanging ‘round longer than needed, innit?”

You’re not really sure how to respond to that, but Jamie doesn’t give you a chance to before he’s down the front steps and out the gate.

Damn it.

—

The not-dream of Jamie’s arms carrying you to bed is much more comforting than the dreams you usually have. The ones where you’re suffocating under a blanket and everything is cold and slimy and you’re screaming and screaming, but no one takes notice. 

You wonder if it can actually be classified as a dream, or if it’s more of a memory?

Anyway, it doesn’t matter because you push it down. No sense in thinking about it in the daylight when it’s sure to haunt you at night.

—

It’s embarrassing to see Jamie at Nelson Road, so you avoid him if you can. He certainly knows who you are now, and the few times you have accidentally made eye contact have been painful. Each time, he’s looked at you with the same completely indiscernible gaze, the one that makes your face heat up and slip out of whatever room your in. You successfully avoid conversations for four days, but he finds his way to your office on Friday.

“You good?” he says as he walks in without knocking and sits unceremoniously in the chair opposite you.

“Yes..?” you reply, unsure why he’s even here. You don’t forget that he’s Jamie Tartt, star striker and really should have no interest in you, like at all.

“Cool,” he says, still sitting sideways in the chair. You wonder if he’s capable of sitting normally. 

You stare at each other in silence for a moment before you say, “Not trying to be rude, but why are you here?”

Jamie scrunches up his face. “Wanted to know why you were avoiding me and to apologize for it. Whatever it was, I didn’t fucking mean it.”

Oh.

“Oh,” you say aloud, “no, you didn’t do anything. It’s me. All of our interactions have been supremely embarrassing, so I figured if we don’t talk, I can’t get embarrassed.”

Jamie nods in understanding. “That’s proper shit,” he says.

You never know how to respond to half the things this boy says, so you just settle on, “Ok,” then go back to typing.

“You got any allergies?” Jamie’s voice breaks the silence again and startles you into a typo. You delete it and look up at him.

“No?” you reply, confused. 

Jamie laughs. “Why’d you say it like a question? You unsure if you’re fucking allergic to something?”

For a moment you think he’s taking the piss, but there’s genuine amusement in his eyes as you shrug. 

“I don’t know, it’s just how I talk. Why do you want to know if I have any allergies?”

Jamie rummages in one of his jacket pockets and plops a box down on your desk. “Mum said this is the best tea for insomnia. Figured out you can’t fucking sleep so I called her and asked. She used to make it when I was a lad and bouncing off the walls, like. Thought it might help.”

This is the second time Jamie has done something just plain nice for you, and it’s freaking you out a little bit. It feels… uneven. Wrong, maybe.

“How much was it?” you ask in an attempt to settle the score. “I have cash in a drawer.”

Jamie scrunches his face again. “You don’t fucking owe me for this shit,” he says. “Ted’s always on us about ‘doing things we want done without fucking hoping some shit in return.’ Only he didn’t say ‘fuck,’ or ‘shit.’”

You’ve seen Ted. You know how he is.

“Well, thanks,” you reply. “It means a lot. I’ll try it and let you know.”

Jamie grins, a great beaming smile that warms you from your chest all the way to your fingertips.

“Mint,” he says before bounding out the door.

—

The tea actually helped. Or maybe it was just the fact that someone was thinking about you, doing something without expecting a favor in return. Whatever the case, you don’t end up on the porch. Sure, your sleep is still jacked up, but not as much as before. It’s restless, but it’s a sleep void of dreams.

—

You report back to Jamie the next day, and he takes it like a personal challenge. A mission of sorts. He’s in your office every other day with some remedy or the other, all for the sake of helping you sleep.

One day it’s, “Dani said if you put these plants under your pillow, you’ll sleep like you’re dead.”

“They’re herbs, Jamie.”

Or, “Richard has this oil thingy from France and he says you’ll sleep like a baby.”

You bite your tongue to keep from pointing out that babies don’t sleep well.

Or another time, “Coach said if you burned this in like a bowl or some shit it’ll cleanse your aura I guess? His girlfriend uses it, I think it smells fucking nasty.”

You both shudder. Coach Beard is nice, but his girlfriend certainly is a character.

You try everything and report back the next day. Jamie has taken to asking you to stick your head into the locker room so that the team can hear each verdict. They still don’t really know who you are, but they’re invested in this challenge. They’re sweet, and it’s funny to start your day with their cheers of success or groans of disappointment. You think the best was when Richard made a comment about certain aerobic exercise that might tire you out and Jamie had a murderous look on his face. You’re not sure what the look means, but you did bring it up ever-so casually at the next girls’ night.

“He thinks you’re hot, babe,” says Jessica once the squeals have died down.

“No way,” you reply. “Impossible.”

Evelyn shakes her head. “I have to agree with Jess on this one. He’s into you.”

Your protests are lost amid another round of giggles, and you let yourself believe them for a single moment before quenching that stupid little spark that’s beginning to burn brighter in your chest.

Table of Contents

[yooitsyorick]

The Division Book from Today's Short! (Featuring some very rushed doodles from me)

A NEW SYMBOL

At the beginning of this story are two symbols: addition and subtraction. For the longest time, that’s the only thing numbers knew. I’m not exactly sure how the numeral species took so long to discover anything outside of these two symbols. Maybe they were content with what they had discovered already – Maybe they were just stupid.

Anyway, back to the story at hand. Actually, no. We need to go a bit deeper here, I think. First graders learn about multiplication and division. How were they just unable to figure this out? It’s really not that hard. I’m just being honest here. Why should anyone be interested in this “tale” when it’s predicated on such an unbelievable premise? An entire population of sentient, powerful beings and not a single one of them could come up with an array? They’re literally numbers for crying out loud! I just feel like they could’ve figured this out earlier, I guess.

Whatever, quick recap, the numbers only know about addition and subtraction for a long while. They had a lot of fun adding into each other and all that. They really liked it.

Multiplication, which is really just doing addition multiple times in a row, (Think about it, four multiplied by three is just adding four together three times. Isn’t that cool), was discovered shortly after. There were some problems with it, and there are still problems with it. A lot of numbers don’t really mess with multiplication anymore. Every single time they try to, something ends up going wrong. It’s not fun! Addition is fun. Well, I find it quite boring, but they find it fun.

Division, however, stayed a mystery for the longest time. Which it bears repeating, is absolutely unbelievable. Division is literally just opposite multiplication.

Remember when I said multiplication is just addition multiple times in a row? Well, division is just subtraction multiple times in a row. Again, shocking that it took them so long to figure this out. I can imagine the moment now.

A lot of the time, the stupid people among us tend to have the best ideas. A lot of great ideas are unsaid just because they sound stupid. Like, imagine being all smart and educated in the 1500s and suggesting the idea of electricity. Oh, wow, magic beams from the sky can power gigantic and complex machines? Get out of here, man. But that’s actually how it works!

So I don’t really know what happened, but we can probably guess that someone stupid – 9 or 7 – brought up the idea of “reverse multiplication.” I’m not sure. Maybe those two weren’t even alive, I’m not exactly sure why I was the one chosen to pen this history into the annals of time. I really do not know a single thing about what actually happened.

Anyway, let’s just say all the numbers were just sitting around, having a lot of fun, and playing on the seesaw, 9 walks in after a visit to the local multiplication symbol. She has a weird thought in her head, and she confidently brings up the idea of division. She’s laughed at and made to feel very, very dumb. Little did they all know, however, that the idea of division is very, very real. It had just been forgotten about. More on that later.

THE POWER

The division symbol is theorised to be extremely powerful, giving its leftward user the power to split themselves into multiple parts. The amount of parts the leftward number splits into is equivalent to the value of the rightward number in the equation.

The graphic below displays the basic capabilities of the division symbol. 16 being four multiplied by four can get divided by 4 into four four. These fours are all 16, just split up in between four different bodies. They all act like 16 and share 16’s colours. This is because these four 4’s are 16. 16 has disappeared due to splitting themself up. Imagine if you were split into four identical bodies – that’s what ended [up] happening in it. Only in the graphic, of course. 16 is kind of a scaredy-cat, so I don’t think they would be keen to split themselves up like this. Which is frankly weird to me, I think of it the same way I think of people who chicken out of riding roller coasters. Like, you stand there for an hour and a half and watch thousands of people stream in and out of the coaster. Not a single person dies. When’s the last time you saw someone fly out of their roller coaster seat? It doesn’t happen! So, what is there to be afraid of? Do you think you’re special or something? You’re not. You’ll survive. Roller coasters are fun. Why are you robbing yourself of the experience?

Sorry about that rant, this book wasn’t really the place for it. I think I could just delete it, but, um, I really don’t feel like it. I got commissioned to write like at least 200 pages of this thing, and I’m kind of already running out of ideas. You saw it yourself, a couple dozen pages ago I went into a 2 page lecture about the history of devilled eggs. I literally just copied that from Wikipedia. I’m starting to think I’m not being paid for my writing ability, but just because someone was too lazy to do what I’m doing right now. Insane! This thing should be like a pamphlet at most.

Whatever, I should probably get back to the topic at hand. The division symbol is very powerful because it allows the user to split themselves up. This is beneficial for manual labour and especially fighting.

Imagine how much you could get done in a day if there was a clone of you around. That’s like, a basic sitcom plotline. It’s relatable! The numbers, lucky as they are, get to live in a reality where this is possible. You need to lift up a really heavy, wide object? Just divide yourself in two. Of course, you’d have to find 2 in order to divide yourself by them. That’s really the only downside of the symbol. A lot of the smaller numbers don’t like being “used” for division. They have their own lives!

But yeah, division is, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very powerful

THE LOSS

Those who ruled the numeric realm at the time were not pleased with the existence of the division symbol. You know how people say when you’re alone you’re weak, and when you’re united you stand. Well, yeah, extrapolate that concept to this. Do you think those who enjoy power over a population of powerful numbers like the idea of them splitting themselves into a million little equally-powerful pieces? No!

So those in power really did not like the division symbol at all. Like, they really, really did not like it. Like when you walk by a group in public and they start reciting jokes you swear you saw online six years ago to each other. Like, are you that unoriginal? You think you can impress your friends by stealing other people’s jokes? They aren’t even that good of jokes! It’s just sad, honestly. Just show them the joke on your phone, or something like that.

It just really grinds my gears, honestly. So I can really imagine how it feels to be whoever ruled the land of the numbers [was]. I don’t really think it was justified; in fact, it was kind of evil, honestly. But like, if I happened to have dominion over those idiots? Yeah, I probably would want to get rid of the self-destruct button they randomly found and learned how to use. Especially if there are 2 other self-destruct buttons out there for them to use. I say 2 because subtraction is kind of useless. Like… It doesn’t really help anyone. Multiplication and addition are pretty cool though!

So, yeah, one night the numbers were having fun, partying, and just generally enjoying themselves – as numbers are known to do. They generally liked to hang out around the division symbol, actually. They really liked it! It was probably one of their favourite things in the world. Of course, everyone had their own personal favourite thing. 9’s favourite thing was his sunglasses, the real retro ones. They had a rainbow gradient instead of a desert gradient. Doesn’t that sound cool? Meh. I don’t need your approval anyway. Who cares. 8’s favourite thing is when all of the other numbers are quiet. What a weirdo.

So the numbers partied all night. They sang songs and danced around. Blah blah blah. At the dead of night, the last number finally decided to go to bed. Numbers sleep, by the way. I don’t think they really need to? I’ll be honest I know almost nothing about these things. They’re kind of useless? They’re also annoying.

While they were asleep, however, the evil ruler of the realm took the division symbol and removed it from its place! It’s a pretty heavy symbol, so I’m actually kind of amazed that a group of people were able to just pick it up like that. As you’ll see later, 2 is also able to just pick it up on their own. Isn’t that insane? Like, 2, let me know your workout regimen or something. I could use a tip or two. Haha, two, 2.

Ok back on track for real, now BFDI season 1 is the best season. Like, by a mile! It’s just so whimsical and fun and awesome. My favourite episode was episode 6, The Power of Three. What’s up with 3 anyway? Why aren't they in these things? We’re all thinking it, right? This is meta, lol.

For real this time, let’s get back on track. The numbers woke up the next morning to find their precious division symbol gone! All that remained was the discoloured patch of grass that lay under the symbol for so many years.

The numbers were shocked and horrified by the division symbol being taken. 9 cried for like, three days straight, I think. It would’ve been cute if it wasn’t so pathetic. Like, you’re an adult, man. Either way, it was still a tragedy, though. The symbol meant a lot to these freaks! And now it was gone! The fun was over! They got over it quite quickly, though. Like, I’m not kidding, they all forgot about it the literal next day. It was like it never existed. Isn’t that just crazy? These things are so weird, man. Like. Gosh. Just crazy.

THE SEARCH

Leading spots where experts think the division symbol might be hidden. It’s not clear why they think these spots have the most potential. But they’re experts! So listen to ‘em. Also, look, map! Go obsess over what this map means or something if that’s what you’re interested in. Go wild!

Why am I still writing this. How many pages are even left! Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.

The typography on those “blahs” is really, really ugly. So I’m going to stop using them to fill space. The numbers embarked on an epic search for the division symbol, but were a little too stupid to end up finding it. Who would’ve guessed! This is partly why I said they just forgot about it earlier. They tried searching for it, got lost, and instantly gave up! What losers! Can’t commit to the simplest of tasks.

If I remember this correctly, 7, the genius he is, started climbing a tree to get a good vantage point. The only problem with that idea, though, was that the tree had like eight different hornet nests on them. He turned as red as 3! Because of the stings, of course. He was pretty embarrassed too, though. He tried really hard to play it off, making excuses. He said something about how the redness came from getting a sunburn… Which, like, isn’t that much less embarrassing than getting stung by thousands of hornets?

Imagine the contempt you feel whenever you see someone walking around with an ugly full-body sunburn. Like, what an idiot. You couldn’t take the basic precautions to avoid this? You couldn’t put in the 10 minutes of work it would’ve taken you to drive to the local pharmacy and buy a can of sunscreen? It’s so easy! And yet, here this dope is, fully sunburnt. Whatever, I went on a tangent again. What do you think the person who commissioned me to write this is going to think when they check my work. My guess is they’ll just see that there’s a lot of words and instantly give it their seal of approval. If you’re reading this, that is exactly what happened. There is almost zero to be actually gained from reading this book. I’ve gone on the same tirade about how little I care like 50 times now. In fact; all of this is just copied and pasted from 10 pages earlier. That last sentence was too! I’ve reused this same passage about three times now, I’m gonna do it again, too. I’m out of ideas.

Anyway, the numbers stopped searching pretty much immediately. I think Eight maybe looked for a day or two more, but he eventually gave up too. He tried to do this thing where he’d split up into four different grey 2’s… It was low-key a little weird but some people seemed to like it. I just made all of that up.

Last paragraph on this page, better make it count. Lalalalalalalala. Uhhh… Yeah I can’t make this one count. There’s really nothing to talk about with “The Search.” There literally basically wasn’t one. There’s no way anyone is reading this far down. Whatever. Bye.

[xjulixred45x]

Headcanons of ed,al and ling with a s/o that have a twin? And that twin is protective,like theyre total oppossites,reader is a meek,calm and shy person while their twin is more extrovert,grumpy and protective

Awwww this is cute! I have a Twin myself, so this is pretty much relatable for me

Edward Elric/Alphonse Elric/ Ling Yao x Reader with a Twin

Genre: Headcanons

Reader: neutral

Warnings: none really, Reader is shy while their Twin is grumpy. Fluff

Edward Elric

The funniest reaction of the three

First of all, I think that Ed's relationship with the reader works precisely on the basis that they are polar opposites.

Ed is the hard-headed and temperamental one, Reader is the one who keeps the peace and has a hard time even correcting when they give them the wrong food.

They balance each other in many ways.

However, Reader is definitely what one would consider soft by nature, so Ed himself has developed certain protective tendencies towards them.

The typical thing is to react more than them when someone makes them feel bad/insults them, encouraging them to take repercussions, etc.

Ed has enough anger for both of them.

I imagine that although Ed already knew that the reader had a twin, he had not really seen then due to work issues/they being in another division in Amestris.

However, Reader and he exchanged several anecdotes about their families, including those of their sibilings.

and Ed is definitely happy to know that there is someone else in the reader's life who protects them when he is not there (especially if the reader is a civilian who doesn't know about alchemy).

However, when the mix-up incident occurs, it definitely catches Ed off guard.

I imagine that Ed and the reader were planning to meet at the Amestris barracks, but it just coincided with the arrival of the reader's twin for some work matters.

When Ed started looking for the reader and ran into their, he was MORE than confused.

Reader? What are they doing in an alchemist's uniform? Since when? Isn't it too early? Why are they looking at him like that?

When Ed goes to ask the "reader" directly, he ends up encountering a cold and powerful: "Do I know you?"

TWIN FINISHED IT..

Ed would try to maintain his composure and try to ask questions but at the same time he NEVER saw the reader looking at him so coldly, he almost feels intimidated, like he was in trouble...

Fortunately for everyone, the real reader came to Ed's rescue.

and not only that, but also to greet their twin.

Ed saw with horror how the twin's face changed COMPLETELY when they was talking to the reader, a literal 180 degree turn.

Ed didn't seem to want to give him the time of day, and with the reader they were already catching up, laughing and chatting.

He definitely leave it like that🤯

I think Ed and Twin could get along well...in terms of work. If there is a mission that depends on them, then they will do everything possible to get along.

Outside of that... difficult.

On the one hand, they both can't stand each other (which is ironic considering they have very similar personalities) and constantly compete for the reader's attention.

It's like a game of tug of war. They are both super clingy and see the other as a sudden invader of their time with the reader.

Although Ed will definitely leave Twin and the reader alone when they are exclusively family days, it's like an unwritten rule (just like Twin doesn't get involved in dating).

They try to keep aggression at bay when the reader is present, because after all they don't want to make her angry or, God forbid, cry.

It's like a cold war.

Ed also continues to appreciate Twin's contributions to the reader's self-esteem. At least they have a good common topic to get along with.

Alphonse Elric

Bby boy baby

Al and reader are definitely like the opposite of Ed and his reader, mostly because they both fall more on the shy spectrum. It's just that Al is more social and less reserved.

Although that doesn't mean he has it easy, I can see him and the reader having problems in situations like when they bring them the wrong food and they both silently accept the order🤣 or at least try to help the other by removing what they don't like (this obviously after Al already has his body).

Al is the one who does most of the talking, he's used to it, apart from the fact that he wouldn't feel comfortable letting the reader talk knowing that they make themselves uncomfortable.

Since he can't sleep, get tired or eat while in the armor, I can definitely see him carrying the reader everywhere and being their personal shield:3 both from the danger and the world in general.

They also both LOVE animals and on more than one occasion he and the reader ALMOST get away with taking some kittens (thanks Ed..)

In general, Al is super sweet with the reader and has infinite patience with them.

He knows about the reader's family and especially their twin. Al tends to compare several of their misadventures with those of him and Ed (on a smaller scale) and he even finds it cute that the reader is so attached to their sibiling.

Continuing with the fact that the reader is not an alchemist, Alphonse is happy to know that there is someone in the reader's life who protects them both physically and emotionally.

He's probably more curious about this twin than Ed, and already knows in advance that Reader and their twin are practically identical, but Al is convinced that it can't be that bad.

That is, of course, until we get to the incident.

Probably in Alphonse's case, he ran into twin while they were a civilian, which made it even more difficult to tell them apart.

Al saw Twin in the distance and thought it was his partner, so, like the sweetheart he is, he went to greet them and give them a metallic hug!

When Twin started screaming and even going so far as to hit him, poor Al was SO confused.

Did he take them by surprise? Are they angry? Why the violence!?

Since he is not used to seeing the reader shouting so loudly, not even with a frown, that image will definitely stay in his head for life.

When Reader arrived, Alphonse was so happy to see that they were still as shy and friendly as ever, he probably even hid behind them (as ridiculous as it was considering the size of the armor) to escape Twin's wrath.

Al and Twin get along surprisingly well, mostly because while Al has an intimidating exterior, Twin realizes that he is a softie because of their twin, so they trusts him more than Ed.

but it doesn't mean that they have the same level of patience for him that they have for Reader, rather they don't have any tolerance EXCEPT for reader😅 poor Al..

There's also the issue of Al being, well, AN ARMOR for much of the series, so Twin is understandably worried about how this relationship might work (or how CERTAIN ASPECTS of it work...)

Although if we're talking about full-bodied Al, I can definitely see Twin being much more patient and understanding, hell, even helping him recover from going without food for so many years.

and by the time Al fully recovers, you could say that he and twin are friends. and which twin is more open to receiving it into the family.

All in all, he's doing better than Ed🤣.

Ling Yao

Tbh it's the less surprised about it, but not less funny to see.

For the sake of my sanity and the meaning of this scenario, let's say that Ling's partner is from Xing and probably stayed there when he left in search of immortality.

Ling may have met the reader through some clan, on his own, etc. but definitely from the beginning he naturally gravitated towards them because of their reserved and friendly personality.

They are like opposite poles in a more discreet way. Ling is super social and has no problem defending himself (or others) while Reader was much quieter and barely raised their voice.

Ling made it her personal goal to help the reader be more honest and so they began dating seriously.

Ling definitely falls into the category of clingy partner, especially physically.

especially with reader because he finds their shy reactions super adorable!

He also laughs a little at their exaggerated expressions when they are embarrassed, or when they turn very red.

Although he definitely does not make fun of them, he does everything in good faith and thus his partner gains more trust! He will definitely kick the ass of anyone who makes the reader cry.

Considering that the Xingense culture is based on the Chinese, I can imagine that Ling has already met the reader's family in the past, at least their parents to have permission to "court" their child.

and Ling is also very aware of the dislike that the reader's family may feel towards him. more than anything because of what would happen if he became emperor.

I can see the reader's twin believing that it is not a good idea to date Ling solely and exclusively because of the tradition of the children of each clan, they does not want their sibiling to be left with a broken heart because of something they cannot control.

So, when Twin formally meets Ling, it's not very pleasant.

Ling is the only one who doesn't technically confuse reader and twin, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't have something to say about it (to lighten the tense atmosphere).

-"Wow! (reader) told me that you guys look alike but it's like seeing you in a mirror!"

something like that, he is partly surprised to see them in person side by side, but definitely not as much as the others.

and the only thing he gains is a loud SCOFF before twin walks away from him and reader, shuffling their feet.

Ling knows he didn't do anything wrong, but this is probably the first time "diplomacy" has bothered/distress him.

Of the three, Ling is the one who has the hardest time earning, at the very least, the respect of a twin. not because I don't try! but because twin has the typical Xingense standards.

I mean, Twin not only dislikes the idea of what will happen to Reader once he becomes emperor, but he believes that he is committing themself to someone who is not worth it.

And Ling left in search of inmortality(in Twin eyes, an ABSURD quest), it's like giving green light to these thoughs.

Fortunately, when Ling returns, apart from becoming emperor, he also manages (partially) to close Twin's mouth!

first of all, abolishing the law of marriage (that of the children of each clan, let me be happy) and he appears genuinely more mature than before, to the surprise of twin.

Before, Twin simply saw him as a bum, a scoundrel who happened to captivate his brother and who was lucky enough to be royalty.

but now, seeing everything he had done for Xing, for a foreign country, and that he still always came back to reader...you could say that speaking the heart of a twin.

They don't get along at all. Ling and twin definitely shouldn't be left in a room alone for more than 5 minutes (unless you want them to tear each other's throats out), but Ling KNOWS that twin does everything out of love.

and boy does he understand it. So, for now, they are fine.

Shares, reblogs and comments are very welcome!

[sthormiiii]

aaravos headcanons !! (again)

i've put a little more thought into this ones~

General headcanons:

- hes so strong, or, well. he used to be. ofc he's naturally very strong, but ever since his imprisonment he has been sitting down a lot, he doesn't work out much in there (too busy being sad and plotting revenge) so, when he gets out and notices that he struggles to lift stuff up, that annoys him.

- he tried his best to stay away from humans at first, but it was so hard for him, he promised himself he would just take a look, just to see how they live from closer, nothing more!! we know how that went.

- him before the fall was such a nerd!! he still is ofc, but before all the trauma he used to be just a guy interested in humans! just picture him trying the human rayla thing the first time he went to humans.

- one of his favourite things was observing human couples togheter. yeah this might sound creepy i know, but he genuinely enjoyed watching two people just...being in love, and he always noticed the little gestures they did for each other- he would try to keep track of those, trying to understand what exactly being in love meant.

- that ties to the fact that startouch elves usually don't fall in love? because there isn't really a startouch elf society, they mostly live by themselves- that's another thing he loves about humans, the way they live togheter and create families.

- zones out a lot. he has so much stuff he wants to say, so many things in his head and he gets caught up in in his own thoughts so much

- he reads people very easily. notices the slightest things when talking to someone. especially looks at their hands and body language in general

- after he shattered the mirror in s4 he realized he couldn't look at himself anymore and went "-oh." so, NOW his hair is messier and he has to look at his reflection in vases or stuff like that. he's annoyed

- he sleeps in very specific ways with very specific kind of pillows and stuff. if he ever has to sleep somewhere else, his whole body hurts the next day

- he laughs loud af, can and will laugh like a maniac if he finds something THAT funny

- craves love and validation. wants to be praised and likes being at the center of attention

- he loves physical contact and tried to get it all the time, even small things like knees touching when sitting besides someone, or holding hands made him feel so happy

- his love language is quality time and physical contact

- hates getting sick, it makes him feel vulnerable and weak- it used to happen a lot because that man refuses to wear a shirt even in winter, and humans used to take care of him as much as they could! (he secretly liked it)

- first time he got sick he thought he was dying

- genuinely forgets how tall he is compared to other people, doesn't realize how menacing he can seem

- gets offended easily

- he!! likes!!!! bugs!!!!!!! I can't stress this enough

- he's ticklish. I won't elaborate.

Angsty ones:

- he hates himself,, he hates how he looks after his fall. he feels shame and guilt everytime he looks at himself

(s6 spoilers) him crying while looking at his reflection in the e1s6 made me think of this even more, he literally looks at his hands and see he's not glowing anymore and then. sobs.

- after losing so many people, he no longer grieves as much as he used to. if he stopped and really thought about it, he would cry, but he usually manages to block those thoughts out

- speaking of crying, once he starts he can't stop. he could cry for so many hours straight there's just so much stuff he went through and he needs to let all of that out...when he cries the stars on his cheeks shine more

- other than sadness he also has lots of anger inside. he sometimes snaps and throws punches against the walls of his prison, or he throws stuff around, making a mess. he then feels even worse

- he misses looking at the stars more than anything. yes, it's painful for him and he hates them. but he also just wish he could stargaze again.

- his nightmares manly consist in people he used to know, haunting him. he dreams of people who betrayed him, and he also dreams of being unable to move or do anything, being chained or just forced to stay still as people he used to know are there, watching, but don't help. sometimes they're happy dreams, of freedom and love, but even those leave him crying in the morning

- he is scared to love again

- as soon as he's out of that pearl he will sob. i know he will.

help its 2am does these make any sense...

[writingforstraykids]

My beloved cutie mooties🥺🖤

(edited 12.05.24)

🖤@atinyniki🖤

Niki, my beautiful sunshine, I'm so grateful to have you through thick and thin. I'm still convinced you're cute and idc whether you accept that or not. I love talking to you and you're one of the kindest people I know (unless you yell at me you meanie...joking obviously, chill guys😂🖤) I'll always be there for you...also pls stop spending so much money on me cutie😭 Keep shining sunny bunny...love you, pretty girl🖤

🖤@zehina🖤

my beloved (not so silent anymore) bestie, i love our shared European confusion and confusing the others together in return. you're such a cute little kitty and we all know u love being called cute so...you're very cute, deal with it🤭I love our shared stupidity whenever we talk about the boys and seriously, every time you send me your part for the rambles I'd drop to my knees and pay for it bc holy shit. I'll always be there if you need me, keep fighting lovey. love you unnie🖤

🖤@galaxycatdrawz🖤

azzy, I'm so proud of slowly pulling you a little from the shadows you were hiding in😂 also...idk how I managed to do so, but I'm still laughing about achieving most of your tumblr milestones😭 i love sharing requests with you, working out ideas or simply do as you said and write what my brain couldn't figure out. thank you for always being there for me and sharing your brilliant brain with me, co-writer🤭 also it's such a bummer we live so far away bc after what we talked about so far I know you'd be the best cuddle buddy🥺 love you azzy my cutest little thing🖤

🖤@jinnie-ret 🖤

jinnie my dear, even though we haven't talked that much so far, I always love it when we get the chance🤭 can't wait to get to know you better as well and I'm already so excited for that fic👀looveeee your writing sm🖤

🖤@sona1800🖤

you're my newest mootie and I love you so much already it's ridiculous (niki can confirm that🥹) you're always so sweet and you literally outshine every fic with your loving reblogs and comments (I'm just too speechless to answer properly, I really love them🥺) so yeah, that's why you got the tag "the cutest" 🤭🖤

🖤@silverstarburst🖤

Ash. my dear, we don't have that much time to talk usually because you're either working or I'm asleep (a rarity but still). Nevertheless, you have a special place in my heart by now and I'm thankful for your presence in my life. I know who to text if I need someone to kick ass. Your reblogs make me smile like some idiot every time, thank you so much for appreciating my lil dummy ideas so much. love you mama wolf🖤

🖤@slutforchanlix🖤

Miu, babyy, I've made you cry way too often with stuff like this—my bad. I know it's not always easy, but you're one of the kindest people I know, and I love that I have someone with whom I can talk in my native language for once. You're a sweetheart and thank you for always being there for me. I still plan to meet you one day hehe. Long story short, you're amazing, don't let anyone else try to make you believe anything less than that. Bin immer für dich da🖤

🖤@michelle4eve🖤

heyy mimi, we haven't talked much so far...sometimes accidentally when you mistook my icon for niki's I hope that's easier now😂😉 you seem like such a kind soul and I hope we'll get closer over time (no rush dear!) I'm happy over each of your reblogs, especially after you told us you're too shy to do so sometimes. I really appreciate it, you cutie🖤

🖤@chrizzztopherbang🖤

I always loved seeing you pop up in my notifications with your sweet comments. I already think you're a sweetheart, I know we haven't talked that much yet. Still, I loved prereading your fics and getting a glimpse into your genius brain. Don't give up writing as long as you have fun with it, because you're truly amazing at it🖤

🖤@wolfyychan🖤

You've been around on my prior blog already and still my stupid brain didn't realize you've changed usernames for so long😭😂 I always look forward to your excited comments and reblogs, they're truly a boost of motiviation ngl. Hope to have you around for a long time🤭🖤

🖤@james-is-here🖤

Your excitement for that Minchan series made me think about writing bonus chapters for the first time in months. I really love seeing how you get so invested in some of the stories, which makes me want to do better hehe. Also...omg...I'm still thinking about that one fic you wrote a while ago🫠 I'm excited to see what's next and hope we'll get the chance to maybe talk some more🖤

🖤@queer-possum🖤

Without giving away too much, your brain is amazing. I love your requests so much and you're always so kind when I get back to you to make sure I get everything right. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to write about certain topics and stuff I haven't so far🖤

🖤@chanandminhoenthusiast🖤

love, love, loveee your blog (for obvious inspirational reasons😉) you seemed like a very sweet soul whenever we talked before and I'll always be there if you need someone to talk, even about the most random bullshit😂🖤

🖤@palindrome969🖤

You're such a lovely person, I can't even put it into words properly. Your writing is beautiful and I'm still in love with that stargazing fic with Channie😭 always love talking to you and seeing your comments🖤

🖤@5starluvr🖤

I've told you so before, I wanna kiss your brain so bad sometimes. The stuff you come up with for me to write is brilliant. I can't wait to finish more of your requests and share ideas as soon as possible! Love you hehe🖤

🖤@mellhwang🖤

Heyy sweetie, I love seeing you in my notes and I swear I'll get that Minchan x Hyunjin thing done for you!! Thank you for all the love, dear🖤

🖤@lost-in-avoidance🖤

The amount of times I made you choke back tears at work is...concerning and I'm so sorry, I don't do it on purpose, I swear😭😂 your reblogs are always so genuine and make me feel like I did exactly what I wanted to with the fic in question. I appreciate your words so much, thank you!

[marihockstetter]

biography

Mariana Yamada Hockstetter was born on 16/12/1975 (14 years old). Her mother, Mrs. Hockstetter, divorced her ex-husband, moving to Japan and starting a new life. Which worked at first until she got pregnant with Mariana and her boyfriend/fiancé left her.

Mariana lost her mother in a car accident (the car got on fire) when she was 13. She lived with her grandparents for a while and soon moved to the United States, in Derry Maine after discovering her mother's old family.

She currently lives with her stepfather and with her half-siblings, Patrick Hockstetter & Ryan Lelensky Hockstetter. She loves reading, listening to music and drawing. She is the nerd in class and didn't have many friends before the Losers.

canons of the oc 👇🏻

TW: Mentions of depression, SH, Trauma, Emotional dependence, Adhd & S'A

She and Ryan actually have a good relationship. They talk, have fun and spend time together. Just like a brother should do with his sister.

Weaknesses:

Sensitive, shy, doesn't talk to anyone about her problems, she have a lot of trauma so...bad mental health.

Qualities:

Intelligent, kind, polite, loyal, gentle, a good listener.

Mariana has a bad relationship with Patrick, as everyone knows he is a sociopath and has solipsism. She doesn't like him and hates it when her stepfather tells Patrick to take care of her when they are alone. She has a bad feeling that he might do something to her, Patrick feels no remorse whatsoever, so it would be very easy for him to do something to her

She's small. Really small, like, for her age. She's about 4'4/5'4 tall. And most people mistake her for a 5th or 6th grader. That makes her really angry

Mariana keeps losing her glasses, but she always finds them in the end. She usually leaves them on the bed or on the table next to her.

Her first best friends were Stanley and Beverly. They are like an iconic trio that never leaves each other. Gossiping, laughing, etc.

Mariana probably has a level of depression, after what she went through with her mother's death, etc. She thinks it was her fault that the accident happened and takes it out on herself for that. And she hates talking about it, mentioning it, or seeing some other car getting on fire, she has a trauma with that day. Dont ever mention it when she's around

She hates, hates, HATES when someone touches her without being intimate. She doesn't know how to react, she feels strange and very uncomfortable. Since in the past she suffered unwanted touches from a boy at school

Mariana is very foul-mouthed, she is worse than Richie let's say, she makes dark humor jokes and is always laughing at her own misfortune, in the end she is just trying to let off steam in the form of a joke.

She not only expresses herself with jokes, but also by drawing, showing what she is feeling. She cannot describe it in words, it is a difficulty she has.

Mariana doesn't know how to fight, she hates fights, especially when someone yells at her. She starts crying right away, she has no arguments. And when she does have one, it's only 1 week after the incident. Even if it's not her fault, she always apologizes first.

She shows affection with physical touch and biting, but she doesn't bite by sinking her teeth in, she barely touches you. She gives you nicknames, gets on your nerves. To show how much she likes you.

Basically, Mariana is a sweetheart, treats you well, and gets intimate very quickly. Which ends up being a flaw too. And she is very dependent, she doesn't like to lose anyone in her family, she does her best not to lose anyone's friendship.

She would definitely listen to 'I Bet on Losing Dogs' by Mitski & 'Mary' by Alex g... IT'S LITERALLY HER

She is also very hyperactive, she can't stay still for a minute. And when she tries, she always shakes her legs or makes little screams to calm down.

In the end, Mariana is just a 14-year-old girl who doesn't take life seriously. She does, but I don't know, she wants to be free, live life, have fun with her friends and focus on her studies.

She really likes Belch, really. They see each other as and consider each other siblings. Since Patrick barely looks at her face, and when he talks to her, it's only to bully her. In Belch's case, he treats her like a sister. He has a soft spot for her, she sees him like a big bear. (she also likes Henry too, he treats her like a sis, and she doesnt have an opinion for vic, she thinks he's just a boy she knows. Except for Vic's sister, Alex. They talk all day long.)

tags: @brandonsbloggs @knyontop

(Curiosity: I put my traits in my oc, problems I have and some personality traits 💁🏻‍♀️)

[wheels-of-despair]

Under Pressure | Eric x You vs. The Apocalypse | Series Masterlist

Chapter Nine: Dumbest People Left Alive Summary: You and Eric have a hushed heart-to-heart. Words: 1.2k

(Contains references to Eric's misadventures in the subway station.)

"Wow," Eric breathes.

"You never suspected?"

"All I saw were two people in love," he answers.

"Well… you weren't wrong."

"Then why didn't you go with him?"

The question makes your heart sink. You would have, but it simply wasn't something you discussed. You knew he'd be spending almost all of his time in the hospital. He said he'd come back home if he ever got a few days off. And home is here, with you... right?

"He didn't ask," you breathe, feeling the dark room closing in on you. Your words are barely a whisper, and yet, it feels like they're echoing through the room, becoming louder each time. He didn't ask.

"So you never… you know?" Eric's question takes you by surprise, pulling you out of your spiral and making you laugh.

"No," you answer, reaching up to wipe the tears from your eyes with a smile on your lips.

"Wow," he says again. "I can't believe you did all that just to keep Dad off his back."

"I mean, I also loved him and adored him and preferred his company to literally everyone else's," you explain.

"Do you miss him?"

"God, yes," you sigh. "He's my entire world." You could go on about Evan for hours, but you think you've unloaded enough for one night.

"I'd give anything to have someone love me that much."

The longing in his quiet voice makes you ache.

"Love's not a transaction," you whisper, turning to face him in the dark. "You don't have to give anything. You just... love who you love, and hope they can feel it."

He sighs.

"I love you, by the way."

"You don't have to do that," he argues. Does he really think you'd lie about loving him? The thought fills you with rage.

"I didn't have to walk several miles out of my way in an apocalyptic hell-scape of a city to fetch you from the hospital, either. But I did, didn't I?"

"Yeah," he answers weakly. You wish you hadn't sounded so harsh.

"I love you, Eric. And I'm sorry if I never told you that before."

"You did," he whispers.

"I did?" you ask. "When?"

"Christmas," he says. "After the call from Mum and Dad, when you got drunk."

"Sorry," you chuckle. "I'm told I get affectionate when I drink."

"I didn't mind," he admits. "That really was the best Christmas I ever had."

"I'm really glad we got to spend one good Christmas together before the world ended," you whisper. Your foreheads touch briefly.

"Guess now's a good time to mention that the barista I took to that play you gave me tickets to… wasn't a girl."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah… only person I ever really talked to for more than thirty seconds at a time here, aside from you. Pretty sure he just went for the show. Gave me one more pity date before he dumped me."

"By text," you remember.

"On my birthday," he fills in.

"Fuck him," you grumble.

"I did not."

You both shake silently with laughter… until Eric sniffs, and you realize he's started crying.

"I thought things would be different here," he says shakily. "I didn't know it would be so hard to make friends."

"You had trouble making friends?"

"All I did was study and go to class and I had to work so hard to keep up, I didn't have time for anything else," he cries. "And even when I did try, I was so bloody awkward, nobody wanted to talk to me." He chokes out a quiet sob. "I didn't have anyone at all."

"You have me," you whisper.

He sobs, and you pull him to you, hoping to muffle the sound. You hold him tight and rub his back, trying to calm him down.

"It's alright," you breathe. "I'm here."

He cries for several minutes, soaking your shirt and tiring himself out. It's a relief when you feel his body relax against you. You loosen your grip, and he rests his head on your shoulder.

"Is that why you…" you bite your lip, not knowing how to proceed.

"Not exactly," he whispers. You stroke his hair lightly, wondering if he'll elaborate. Eric takes a deep breath.

"I failed two classes. And the thought of him finding out…" he sniffles. "I decided I'd rather… I'd rather…" Eric's chest begins to heave, and you tighten your grip to hold him together while he collects himself. After a while, his breathing evens out, and he's able to continue.

"I went down to the subway," he says stoically. "Thought that'd be quickest. But someone grabbed the back of my jacket when the train lights came into view. I thought of you. That first night we met, when you grabbed me and pulled me back and told me to take care of myself. And then I ran. I tried to run out of there, but I tripped on the stairs and fell down them and knocked myself out. Whoever grabbed me must've told the police that I'd tried to jump. That's why they wouldn't let me go."

You don't know what to say, so you hold him tighter. He's not even crying anymore. He must be emotionally exhausted, after this long night of surprising revelations.

"I'm sorry," you whisper eventually. "I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you."

"It's not your job to look after me," he mumbles.

"You're my friend," you argue. "I care about you. A lot, actually. I wish I'd known how things were really going for you."

"I didn't want to bother you."

"That's exactly what I told your brother every time he asked if I'd seen you," you sniff. "I figured you were busy with school and friends and didn't want to waste your time with someone old and boring like me."

"You're not old and boring," he says softly, nuzzling his cheek into you. "I quite like spending time with you."

You've been hiding out for months, nursing a broken heart and refusing to experience life without your best friend by your side. Eric's been struggling with school and failing to connect with people. You've both been slowly dying of loneliness. Ten minutes away from each other. Like absolute fucking idiots.

"I fear, my dear," you begin slowly, "that we may be the dumbest people left alive."

You start to laugh at the absurdity of the situation. You and Evan. Evan and Eric. Eric and you. Monsters in Manhattan with supersonic hearing. Doris the Cleaning Lady being your sage guide to the apocalypse. Before long, Eric joins in, and you're both shaking so hard with your barely contained giggles, you have to pull the covers over your heads to help muffle the sound of your careful wheezing.

When your sides ache too much to continue, you throw the covers off and take a gulp of fresh air. You wipe the tears from your eyes and flip to your back, trying to regulate your breathing and ease the pain. Eric does the same. You lie there silently for a while, heaving a sigh at the same time.

Eric's hand finds yours, and your fingers lace together.

"We may be the dumbest people left alive," he whispers, "but we're still alive."

"And I'm gonna do everything I can to keep us that way," you respond. "I love you."

"I love you, too," he breathes.

[collectivecloseness]

Steve and Robin both holding your hands at the same time, that’s all, send tweet

Absolutely you are 1000% correct and in fact I need to talk about this forever

I can’t imagine them doing it as much in public as they do in private, for fear that looks will turn into talk, but they absolutely do this when they’re finally with you. Or comfy enough with you as a friend, but I presume you meant this as a poly.

They’ll do it in public sometimes if you’re all drunk. Trying to keep each other up, which with Robin’s coordination, Steve’s strong hold pulling you both one way that he thinks is right, and you all being drunk, actually probably causes you all to be even less balanced. At least, if someone falls you’re all going down together.

Steve will try and coordinate last second so you or Robin or both fall on him, to be the selfless little martyr that he is, if you’re aimed that way. And while he swears he doesn’t mind doing so, you are giving Steve some kisses over his small bruises when you notice them when you get home (a long while later), while Robin’s throwing ice lollies at the problem (ie chucking them at Steve’s body with sentiments) since one of you forgot to refreeze the ice pack from an earlier incident.

But it happens a lot at home too. You all live in Steve’s house, since it’s big and his parents are probably not living there long term again, and it’s nice for all of you to have a little home together. Where you all feel safe.

Forget holding hands you’ve got a leg on both Steve and Robin when you’re sat with them on the couch. That or your head is in someone’s lap and your lap is in the others, both of them holding you, and petting you, as you all watch a movie from family video together. That or they’ve pinned you there for some good old fashioned teasing.

Robin and Steve are only fake possessive over you, only when it’s funny, they are literally platonic soulmates, they get on amicably in your home and then more. They’re also experts at outbitching each other, which means no one ever really wins the war. You are caught in the no mans land of snark.

Which sometimes results in you being put in a literal tug of war between those two. Steve pulling at you with his strong grasp and giving you the big brown puppy eyes and thick lipped pout, with Robin holding her ground in a power pose and yanking on you in surprise attacks whilst telling Steve he’s homophobic if he doesn’t give in. She’ll up it to sexism too if he keeps making her grip slip.

Usually this also results in you falling on your ass.

But then Steve and Robin can both be on top of you, maybe even play doctor, so it’s a win win for those two! 😁

When you realised last time that they were faking their sass to pull you to the ground on purpose so they could dogpile you on the carpet, you wondered if it was the first time those two had conspired behind your back about you. I mean, it definitely wasn’t, they’ve both surprised you before with nice things, but how long had it taken them to realise the advantage of playing this particular game of theirs?

But it’s hard to do things with both of your hands being occupied. Your lovers say that’s why you have two hands, obviously, but you swear you’d need eight to be able to occupy them enough into blissful silence, and get on with your daily tasks.

You three did nearly piss yourselves laughing once when Robin and Steve held one hand of yours each, then took their other free hand and slid it under your pits, trying to do the dishes that were in front of you together, as if they were puppeteering you. You swear you didn’t know anyone as uncoordinated as those two when they were working together, but any bickering between Robin and Steve, about bringing a plate forward or sponge to the left, was wheezed out between tears in their eyes. Actually choking with laughter on each direction they tried to give their best friend. And the broken bowl in the end was no match for you all crying with laughter as you grip onto each other, to avoid meeting the ceramics fate on the floor.

But they love both holding your hands. They just feel right with you and being a home like this. It all feels safe. Like they truly have a home, for really, the first time in their lives.

They bring your hand up to wave at the other from the side of you, both laughing as they do so. Or use your hand to flick the other in the face, and then swear you just did it all on your own, you’re wild, and so cruel, they’d never do something like that to their best friend.

You even caught them squeezing your hand in morse code to the other, something you’d all decided to learn. Which you only noticed when you saw Steve staring at your hand Robin was periodically squeezing, with a look so puzzled he seemed almost offended, and Robin mouthing to him and giving him a look as if he was the biggest doofus on earth.

Sometimes they go to grab something but forget they’re holding your hand. Usually this ends with a couple of laughs, sometimes you grabbing the thing for them, or them letting go to move to what they were doing. Occasionally accidentally yanking you and the other person across the room because they forgot you were all linked; Robin once quickly reaching for her favourite snack she thought you two monsters had eaten, and accidentally forcing you and Steve right into her body, and thus all onto the floor.

Importantly, they looooove just being able to have your hand. To hold. To play with. To kiss.

It’s hard to escaped being tickled when one of them starts tickling your palm, and the other decides to join the team of their platonic life partner and get involved with torturing you. And then since they have both your hands in their grasp, it’s pretty easy for them to raise your arms and get in there for another tickle, if you’re so inclined to ‘let them’.

They both love playing with your fingers. Just tracing them, looking at your fingerprints, the lines in your hand. Robin once brought a palm reading book back home, which was a really cozy night on the couch as you three held each others hands, and looked to see what was in your pasts, in your futures. Also seeing if any of you had any visual hand styles in common.

That part, finding those similarities in the intricacies of your born hands, those links you held that seemed to pass superficiality and link you together from the beginning, from what you were made, not quite the scars that all of you had, but the etches of your lives, connected in such small but miraculous ways in the universe that you all knew now was so big... that part you all loved.

Even pulling on your fingers, biting them, using your hand to plop it in their hair and letting go so you knew what the job was, or keeping hold of your hand to make you stroke them. Both of them commonly like taking your hand, and moving it to press their face into your warm palm. Pressing their cheek into your cupped hand, and looking at you. Both of their hands holding your wrist gently, as they fawn up at you. You’ve spent many a night with the both of them like this.

Kissing your hand being one of the greatest prizes of them all. Of course you get them kissing your hand a bit in public, Steve slightly more than Robin, and oh is he so suave with it.

But kissing over your hands in excitement as you agree to something. Or checking in on you by taking your hand up with a soft squeeze, and kissing it as they ask how you’ve been. Or just as a romantic gesture, with sparkling eyes up at you as they press their lips down to say, hey I love you.

Then just mostly kissing all over your hand, in a loving display of their true affection. Kissing the back, your palm, your heel, your fingers, the knuckles, your finger tips, those etches you have in common, every inch. This also includes them licking your hands sometimes. Holding them in theirs and looking at you as they flatten their tongue and lick a long stripe up your hand, while maintaining eye contact. And with your fingers in their mouths? Sometimes you spend more time with your hands free than not being pressed past their lips, and resting on their tongues. Sometimes gently being sucked on, or swirled around, or lovingly lapped at, but sometimes just sitting in their mouths. Steve and Robin both enjoying the comfort of having you just be there like this, with them.

[sorencd]

Hi, how are you doing? I hope everything’s well! I was wondering, if you haven’t already done it, could you maybe do (if you want to) meeks being jealous? I just think he’d be so adorable and silly aaa

if charlie's the type to get possessive of you if he's ever jealous, i can totally see steven being the type to subtly hint he is?? he won't really directly say that he's jelous of someone up front and u can't figure out who that someone is like hello do i look like akinator to u (i'm just kidding i love meeks very much this is how i show affection)

small fic ahead!

"stevie, is everything alright?"

you notice that he's been holding your hand slightly tighter than usual the entire time you were watching doctor who, it was almost inconspicuous. if it were a different day, this wouldn't have been unusual. steven would be in close physical contact with you in any way, shape or form. but today, it just seemed.. off. like there was an underlying message to his actions. to a normal person, it would seem like steven was his usual self. you knew him better than that though.

"is there something on your mind?" you tilted your head and redirected your attention from the television to him. determined to figure out what was bugging steven and if there ever was a problem, offer him all your unwavering and undying love and support. "you know you can always tell me anything." you placed a hand on top of his, giving it a gentle squeeze.

he parted his lips to finally open up to you about what he was feeling, or so you thought. instead, he pulled you in for a hug and hid his face into the crook of your neck. moving his hands away from yours to place them on each side of your waist. steven would always do this as a last ditch effort to try and forget about the topic at hand or if he's too hesitant to talk about it, you weren't giving up so easily.

"you think a hug's gonna distract me from getting to the bottom of all this?"

"is it working?"

"slightly.. but come on!"

you felt him sigh against your skin, once again preparing himself to speak up. "nevermind.. i'm just being stupid." he mumbled.

"what?! you're not! what is it?"

"you promise you won't laugh?"

"i promise! unless it's actually something really funny and i won't be able to hold back my laughter then maybe i would. do carry on regardless."

"you don't like paul anymore, right?"

it felt like a light bulb suddenly lit up in your head, figuratively and literally, because now it all made sense. before you and steven were dating, you were best friends. you'd always gush about your feelings towards the guy you bumped into at a book store who also coincidentally attended welton, but that was ages ago. you've long forgotten about your history with him and just settled with being friends with him, nothing more. earlier, when you and steven were at the library, you saw a familiar face working at the desk as an assistant. you both had a small conversation and didn't really think much of it, you didn't know steven would feel this way.

"he was looking at you at a certain way and.. i know you love me and it's not that i don't trust you it's just that i'm scared i'll lose you and i can't help it i know this sounds really silly and i'm sor-"

"don't be sorry, you have nothing to be sorry for!" you cut his rambling off, "i promise, you're the only one for me, steven. the best lover for me! i wouldn't want anyone else." you held his face in your hands and kissed him, giving steven the reassurance he needed to hear, resulting in him clutching onto you harder and a sniffle from his nose.

"stop, you're gonna make me cry."

[muskywolfthings]

Open House

((A quick drabble I've been working on the last few days- it's not much, but I LOVED writing it, and it's helped me get back into a little bit of a flow- hope you guys enjoy! No real smut ahead, but lots of fluffy daddy sterek feels))

Open Houses had always been a breeze for Stiles and Derek. Eli was a model student, even when he was taking after Stiles a little /too/ much- brain to mouth filter dwindling as he got older, and came into his personality more. Stiles usually steamrolled through most of their interactions, Derek a comforting presence over his shoulder agreeing with his husband’s stance on everything- even after all their years together, Stiles was still very much the center point in their household. A very loud, sometimes obnoxious, and sarcastic center, but he wouldn’t have been both his husband, and his son's anchor if he wasn’t good at his job. One of his jobs, that is. But Eli was starting High School in less than a week, and both Stiles and Derek were panicking. Just a bit. Derek more so than Stiles, which he blamed on Eli’s wolf becoming harder to control as he reached the more intense throes of puberty- but Stiles knew better. His husband was one big gigantic softie, and he couldn’t fathom that their baby boy was growing up. Much too fast for either of their likings.

High school was such a milestone! It was huge! It’s when Eli would start thinking about college, /really/ thinking about girls- “And guys! I take after my pops, equal opportunity all the way” Eli would boast with a grin- parties, experimenting in all aspects. His academic workload was going to double, given his advanced classes, more hectic schedule- juggling lacrosse in the fall, basketball in the spring, band and theater, Eli had a full plate.

Stiles always made it clear to him though, that while high school was a formative time in his life- it wasn’t where things ended. It was a blast, it was hard, sometimes he’d wish he never had to go back, and some days he’d wish he could create a time loop in freshman year and never escape it. But they were a pack, a family. Eli would have one of the best support systems for the entirety of his existence. Stiles and Derek weren’t just going to throw him to the metaphorical wolves once he graduated.

He was their baby. He would always be their baby, which came with certain ups and downs. One of the ups though, being he’d always have someone there to help him. Especially once he was out of high school, and things got scarier- more real. Which, Stiles thought at least, made Eli more excited, and less prone to fears of the future, as he stood in front of his fathers in front of the school- Stiles holding onto his arm with a smile, and Derek keeping one firm hand on Eli’s shoulder as they entered Beacon Hills High School.

And boy, what a nostalgia trip it was.

Stiles and Derek hadn’t stepped foot in those halls since before Eli was born- and it wasn’t lost on either of them how bittersweet it was to do so.

“Please don’t cry dad,” Eli whined, glancing over his shoulder at Stiles, who sniffled once, before squaring his shoulders and nodding stiffly. Derek chuffing a laugh under his breath, and leaning down to press a gentle kiss to Stiles’ neck. “Leave your father alone, he’s reminiscing about the day’s he used to be shoved into these lockers.” Derek teased, smiling brightly as Stiles balked, and tried to slap him over his shoulder- Derek catching his hand easily, and kissing along each knuckle. A warm blush took over Stiles’ cheeks as he did so, and Eli gagged.

“You’re gonna give these kids reason to ridicule me for literally the rest of my life,” Eli sighed, miming shooting himself square between the eyes- Derek rolling his eyes at his sons dramatics, even as Stiles reached forward to pinch his cheeks and coo at the boy- just as a group of girls breezed past, giggling to themselves as Eli fought his father back, horrified.

There was a brief assembly in the gym, where each teacher introduced themselves in front of the room full of students and their guardians- their names, their subject, and the grades they taught. The students were free to accompany their parents to meet each of their teachers, but they were encouraged to mingle, and hang out in the gymnasium, and out on the lacrosse field where there were concessions set up, while the teachers and guardians mingled about the school.

As soon as they were dismissed to go about the rest of the evening, Eli booked it outside- assuring his dads he’d stay out of trouble, and introduce himself to his teachers before the evening ended. Which left Stiles and Derek, Eli’s schedule in hand, to start their own rounds.

Given Eli’s regular course load, and extracurriculars, it meant they couldn’t linger too long in what classroom. Their son being a social butterfly was quite draining. Now Stiles knew how his dad felt- though he supposed in some respects this was better: at least meeting Eli’s coach wasn’t moot, he wouldn’t be a benchwarmer like Stiles. Thank god.

The first two teachers they met were a breeze- Stiles did most of the talking, Derek humming his approval of teaching plans, and nodding where he saw fit. Derek had never been very verbose, even as a teenager, and it was moments like these he appreciated his husbands ability to pull words seemingly out of his ass.

It wasn’t till they met with the band instructor- a man in his mid twenties, that Derek became even more quiet. His arm found its way around Stiles’ shoulder, as he went on about how badly he wanted to play the trumpet as a child- laughing openly, unaware of the other man’s gaze sliding over his body. Right. In front. Of Derek.

Derek wouldn’t necessarily call himself possessive (Stiles would, Stiles absolutely would) and don’t get him wrong! His husband's charm and physical attraction wasn’t lost on him in the slightest.

But that’s the thing. It was /his/ He belonged to Derek.

Kind of.

Not in a property sort of way! But like…sort of.

Derek also knew there wasn’t much he could do about it- he could scent and sense things about people that he wasn’t technically supposed to. His face twisted up in slight disgust at the wave of arousal that poured off of the man in front of them- a cloud of it cloaking itself over he and Stiles the longer they chatted.

Derek was quick to grumble about how they needed to keep it moving, and he corralled Stiles out of the band hall and towards their next class- all too aware suddenly of all the looks they were getting.

Derek was never blind to his own physical appearance, but almost none of the attention pointing their direction, was pointed towards himself. Sure, the occasional couple would take them both in appreciatively- but as soon as Stiles opened his mouth, everyone’s eyes gravitated towards him. He was warm, and kind- handsome, and loved his husband and son. Derek supposed that was reason enough to drop everyone’s panties.

Derek got increasingly more handsy as the night wore on, and by the time they were making their way to coach Finstock’s office for a quick hello- Derek couldn’t take it anymore.

“Where are we going?” Stiles asked quietly, rubbing his thumb over Derek’s knuckles where they held hands- Derek skirting them through the halls of parents and students- ducking into an empty classroom before they could be seen, and pressing Stiles up against the door. Mouth immediately on his pulse point, hands finding their way up and under his sweater.

“Derek!” Stiles hissed, glancing over his shoulder, into the almost empty hallway outside though the small window at the top of the door- biting his lip as Derek growled against his throat- hot tongue sliding across his throat, before Derek bit down gently, positively purring as Stiles gasped- the spicy scent of his mates arousal cloaking Derek entirely- filling the small classroom completely with their combined scents.

Derek fucking loved it.

“This is so not professional, Eli’s gonna know what we were doing! Do you want to scar our child, Der?” Stiles pouted- though one of his hands was already in Derek’s jeans- cupping his ass, while his other tugged at the hair at the nape of Derek’s neck gently- scratching just where he knew his wolf loved. If Derek had a tail, it would be wagging like crazy.

“We don’t have to do anything,” Derek assured him quietly, nibbling just below Stiles’ ear, sucking a light red mark there for good measure after. “-I just needed to get my hands on you. And my mouth..and my-” “Yes! Yes that’s very clear, you dick,” Stiles interrupted quickly, grinding up and against Derek softly- mouth falling open on a quiet gasp at how hard Derek was. What was even happening.

“Remember when we used to sneak in here?” Derek prompted quietly, voice deep, and husky- dripping with so much lust he was threatening to drown Stiles in it. “You’ve been such a bad boy, Mr Stilinski,” Derek purred, Stiles’ mind thrust back to when he was nineteen, and a lot more willing to risk public indecency charges- Derek bending him over desks, benches in the locker room- even tables in the cafeteria, after hours when they’d snuck in. It was so bad, so wrong, but so, so, hot.

“I love you so much.” Stiles laughed, kissing down Derek’s cheek, and sliding one of his palms along the hot ;length of his husband's cock through his jeans. “As much as I want to swallow your cock, right here, in this classroom,” Stiles began, rubbing circles in the fat heft of Derek’s balls through the denim, “-we need to go see Finstock, and then make sure Eli talked to his teachers. Then maybe see if he still wants to spend the night at Jake’s.” Derek nodded stiffly, and while he was no young man anymore, not really, he was so close to cumming in his jeans it wasn’t even funny.

Fuck. “I love you too,” Derek breathed, nosing along Stiles hairline, before snapping his fangs at the man playfully- practically beaming when Stiles laughed- loud and happy, music to Derek’s ears, as they composed themselves enough to head back out into the school. Hands interlocked, a promise of a wild evening hanging between the two of them.