#I’m keeping an eye on it for obvious reasons but like only me y’know?

[voidthewanderer]

Only I would manage to drop a whole ass box of aloe juice on my foot and not feel the pain of it until the end of my shift.

[blushweddinggowns]

“Your boyfriend,” Chirssy sighed as she picked through Nancy’s clothes, “Y’know, Steve?”

Robin blinked at her, “You think I’m dating Steve?”

That was a silly question, “Of course I do. Why wouldn’t I? You guys are all over each other.”

They were. Piggy back rides, cuddling on the couch together, constantly invading each other’s personal space. The only person worse with Steve was Eddie, but Chrissy figured that just came with being best friends for over a decade. She didn’t exactly have a frame of reference for that, considering her first real friends were barely six months old. 

Chrissy just hadn’t expected Robin to burst out laughing. Hard enough to double over.

Robin wiped at her eyes, barely managing to speak through her own cackles, “That’s-oh my god. How have we fucked up this badly?” 

Chrissy could feel a flush creep up her neck, embarrassment kicking in. She hated when she wasn’t in on the joke. It usually meant that it was actually on her,  “Don't be mean.”

“No!” Robin rushed out to say, effortlessly catching on to the look on Chrissy’s face, “No! I-I don’t mean- you’re not stupid! I am. We are. For… reasons. But we aren’t dating.”

That didn’t make any sense. Unless… was Steve leading her on? Was he the type of guy to do that?

Chrissy raised a brow at her, “So what are you doing? The two of you are attached at the hip. Unless he just drives you around everywhere for fun?”

Chrissy could tell Robin was still trying not to laugh. She was failing at it too, obvious as she hid it behind her hand. 

“Stop laughing at me,” Chrissy grumbled. 

“I’m not! I’m just laughing near you,” Robin said quickly. She turned to Steve, “Hey babe, can you come over here for a second?”

He came trotting right over, leaving Eddie to argue with Nancy in his place. He kind of reminded her of a dog, but in a cute way. Like a golden retriever boyfriend. 

Robin wrapped an arm around his shoulder the second he was within reach. She grinned at him, shaking him the slightest bit, “How would you feel about us going out some time?”

Steve stared at her, obviously confused, “Huh?”

“You, me,” Robin went on, “The whole boyfriend girlfriend shtick. What do you say?”

Chrissy didn’t expect to Steve physically cringe, like the idea completely disgusted him, “Ew, no.”

Robin scoffed but she didn’t look very surprised, “Fucking rude.”

“No!” Steve said, raising his hands to placate, “I don’t mean you’re gross! I mean it would be like banging my sister!”

It was Robin’s turn to cringe, “Dude, ew.”

“See!”

Chrissy didn’t understand what was happening. She stared at them, blurting the question out, “You guys aren’t together?”

Robin did a set of jazz hands, “Nope. Absolutely zero attraction between us. See?”

“But why?” Chrissy asked, looking between the two of them, “You both seem so perfect for each other.”

“Hey Eddie,” Steve called, a weird smile on his face, “What do you think? Are Robin and I perfect for each other?”

Suddenly Robin had that same look, “Yeah. He knows Steve better than anybody. Let's have him weigh in.”

Eddie groaned as he came over, clearly eavesdropping the entire time. He left Nancy to dig around her closet, walking up next to Steve with a sigh, “Are we really doing this? Really?”

Robin gasped, faking a faint, “Are you implying that I’m not good enough for Steve?”

Steve gasped right along with her, joining in with the dramatics while Chrissy was still lost, “I think he might be.”

“As fun as this little game is,” Eddie sighed, “I think we should just tell her. I’m tired of keeping my hands to myself anyway.”

Steve looked at him, head cocked, “You think so?”

“Why not?”

Steve shrugged, his eyes landing back onto Chrissy. His voice dipped down, more serious then before. He was talking like he was speaking to Eddie, but Eddie wasn’t the one he was staring down as he spoke, “It makes sense. I think the chances of it going badly are pretty low. The alternative wouldn’t be very wise.”

Chrissy was reminded, not for the first time, why she thought Steve was the scarier one of the best friend duo. 

But then Eddie was clamping a hand onto Steve’s shoulder, pulling him closer as he mumbled in his ear, “Put the claws away angel. I highly doubt she's like that. Plus she's been through enough for one day. Don't you think?”

It was actually pretty impressive, how easily a few words had Steve’s face transforming from scarily defensive to pleasantly neutral. It nearly looked like the words made him shiver, “I-you're right. Sorry Chris. I'm just… sensitive about it “

“I have no idea what’s going on,” Chrissy said, completely unable to accept an apology that she didn’t understand, “What is happening?”

And what did Eddie just call him? 

Eddie went on, “Well… we kind of have this thing when we’re in a near death experience. Or at least adjacent to it. Where we, well, kind of let loose? So we might as well warn you about what you’re going to see beforehand.”

Chrissy stared as Steve leaned further into him, nearly too close. No, definitely too close. He was basically nuzzling the side of Eddie’s face as he spoke, “You’re making it sound like we’re going to commit public indecency in front of her. And I’m the one who needs to calm down?”

Chrissy still didn’t get it. But her brain was still trying to work it out, fitting the weird pieces together. The way they were leaning into each other. The fact that Steve, for some bizarre reason didn’t want the best girl in the country, despite the fact that Robin was right there. How Eddie was instantly able to calm him down. 

Angel.

Oh. 

Oh. 

OH. 

“Uh, you okay there Chris?” Eddie asked, watching right at the realization hit her.

She was not okay. Not because of Eddie and Steve, but because this meant Robin was single. And she had been the entire damn time. 

Chrissy shook herself out of the stupid thought, just because she wasn’t taken didn’t mean she had a chance-

“Yeah, we’re kind of the queer trio over here,” Robin added, effortlessly grinding Chrissy’s train of thought back to a halt, “I um, probably should have told you sooner but piggybacking on their coming out seems appropriate.”

Nancy snorted, her outfit choices formalized as she walked over, “If you’re the queer trio what does that make me? The straight fourth wheel?”

They were all talking about it so casually. Like the thing that has plagued Chrissy’s mind for years, filling her with guilt and doubt, didn’t matter. It was normal, it was fine, and Robin liked girls.

She was pretty sure she was going to faint. But before she could her mouth was opening, “That’s- I - Why didn’t you tell me sooner?!”

Her voice came out more forceful than she expected. Though in her defense, she just found out that she had a real shot with her best friend the same day her life was in danger. She was feeling frazzled, but she corrected herself when she was met with silence, “I-I’m fine with it! Really! I j-just wish I had known.”

Nancy looked at her sympathetically, “Did you have a crush on one of them too? I get it, Steve got me the first time we started getting close. But I promise it’s not that hard to get over it.”

“No!” Chrissy said quickly, again with too much force, “I’m just surprised. T-That’s it. Everything’s fine.”

“Think you got the wrong category there Nance,” Steve mumbled under his breathe, yelping when Robin pinched his arm with a sharp glare. 

“Ignore him,” Robin said with a sad smile, “He doesn’t get everyone doesn’t have the gay gene.”

Chrissy nodded, her eyes trailing the flush that was going up Robin’s neck. Suddenly her mouth felt dry, the urge to correct her coming out full force. She shouldn’t tell them, right? It was wrong, it was bad, it didn't make sense. Because she knew they weren’t wrong. They weren’t bad. And Chrissy was so, so, tired of other people’s words invading her own thoughts. 

Nancy was laying the clothes out, the only one capable of getting everyone back on task, “Since it looks like neither of you were actually looking. I picked these out for you-”

“I have it,” Chrissy blurted out, her eyes still on the clothes on the bed. She refused to look up for any of their reactions, “The um, what you guys were talking about earlier. Me too. And I like the blue skirt.”

Nancy was the only one who didn’t miss a beat, “Ah, so now there’s four. Good for you. And I agree with the skirt, it will make you look a little taller with the heels and the elongation. We can get you to pass for a college student for sure. Robin, what do you think about the pink?”

from the next chapter of this fic

[cookiescribble]

Fluftober Day 17: Only One Bed

A/N: hi, I wrote this on a train to a convention, enjoy in public at your own risk- mod ghost

Ship: Dick Grayson x GN!Reader

Summary: traveling out of Blüdhaven to help Bruce with Dick and making a pitstop along the way

You and Dick were on the tail end of a mission together, and pooling both of your remaining spare change together had earned you a room for the night. Though, when you got there, there was only…

“One bed, huh?” Dick scratched at the back of his neck as he looked over the moderately cozy looking queen while speaking.

“Looks like it,” you replied as you stepped into the bathroom to inspect the overall state of it.

“I can take the floor,” You both offered at the same time, which caused the room to fall silent for a moment.

“…well, someone has to take the bed.” Dick sighed, running a hand through his hair, “otherwise, why are we even here?”

“It should be you,” you point at him, but if you were any closer you would have poked him in the chest. “You’ve been driving all day.”

“I’m trying to be…y’know, chivalrous.” He shrugged, not looking at you. Something was clearly making him nervous and flustered. Either that, or he was exhausted, which was all the more reason for him to take the bed, in your opinion.

“I don’t want you to break your back for me on some gross motel floor, Grayson. Take the bed.” You gestured to the bed, turning away from him before you heard him speak up again with a “No.”

“Would you feel better if I was in the bed with you?” You spun back around to take a step closer to him, looking up at him with a smirk.

“What’re you suggesting here?” His own face lit up with a similar smirk as he spoke, with a barely noticeable blush on his cheeks.

“Merely pointing out the fact that neither of us have to take the floor if we can share the bed. Like adults,” You raise an eyebrow at him, “unless you’d rather sleep on whatever grossness exists in the fibres of this carpet.”

His entire face scrunched up in disgust as he put his hands up in defeat. “Alright, okay, I’m convinced.”

“Really? Cause I could keep going if you want—“

Dick chuckled, shaking his head, “No, no, that was a pretty sufficient description, thanks. Now, if you’ll excuse me,” He brushed past you, gently touching your shoulder as he went to make for the bathroom.

“Um, where do you think you’re going?” You quirk one eyebrow at him, crossing your arms as you watch him move.

“The…bathroom?” He pointed to the door that stood slightly opened, “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I stink. You’re already making me share a bed with you, do not deprive me of a nice warm shower, too,” he joked, his grin obvious as he crossed his own arms over his chest.

“I just wanted to brush my teeth at—hey, let’s get one thing straight, okay? I am not making you do anything, especially not sharing a bed with me.” You scoff, rolling your eyes at him. “But please just let me get in there for a few minutes before you shower? I just have to do some last minute maintenance before bed.”

He sighed as he relented, “Alright, but it’ll be your funeral if you don’t let me shower.”

“I know, I’m very aware of how stinky you can get.” so You laughed as you rushed past him into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you before he could get another word in.

At first, he didn’t mind. He set about laying his clothes on the side of the bed he wanted to claim and other general things around the room. That was until he heard the shower go on. Dick rushed to the door to listen, and it was definitely the shower.

He tried the door, and you had made the mistake of leaving it unlocked, so he slowly slid it open while trying his best not to make a sound. You, fortunately for him, haven’t heard anything so he continued inside as he slid his shirt off over his head. Dick briefly checks to make sure you haven’t heard him yet, but his training with Batman seemed to be paying off considering you hadn’t shown any signs of being disturbed.

He peeked his head into the shower curtain after most of his clothes had joined yours on the floor, grinning and climbing into the shower as you finally took notice of him. You had turned around as gasped in surprise and grabbed the nearest object in the shower you could find to defend yourself, you probably would’ve screamed if you hadn’t realized it was him.

You smack his shoulder as he fully gets in, standing a few inches in front of you in the small motel shower, “what’re you doing?! You scared me half to death!” You yelled as he reached over your shoulder to grab the body wash from behind you.

“I did say it’d be your funeral if you cost me a shower, and I’m not about to just stand by and let you use up all the hot water.” His cheeky grin was still ever present on his face, pouring some of the soap into his hands.

“And you were the one that was complaining about sharing a bed with me.” You rolled your eyes for the umpteenth time that night and went about continuing your shower, continuing to wash your hair and trying to ignore the flutter that happened in your chest when he had joined you.

“I wasn’t complaining…but you seem awfully calm for someone who was about to beat me over the head with a shampoo bottle a few minutes ago.” Dick teased easily, leaning in close over your shoulder to whisper in your ear.

“I thought you were a murderer that was sneaking into my shower to stab me.” You chuckled, though you couldn’t ignore the blush that darkened your cheeks all the same.

“You don’t think I’d protect you from something like that?” his arms looped around your waist as he spoke, the warmth of his body right behind yours not going unnoticed. He was practically pressed against your back now, only an inch or two of space separating you as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

“No, I…I do…It was just a spur of the moment panic type thing. I don’t normally have people sneaking into the shower with me to uh, to hold me like that.” You put your hand over both of his where they had ended up on your stomach, your thoughts racing and your heart pounding in your ears so loud that you could barely hear him.

“Right, but you are kinda glad it’s me and not a murderer, right?” You heard a laugh rumble from deep within Dick, as if he somehow knew just how much he was flustering your right now.

“I-um, I wouldn’t know. If it were a murderer, I’d probably be dead,” you started as you turned around to face him, “because shampoo bottles are…terrible…” You trailed off as you met his eyes, his eyebrow raised and his smug smirk still on his face.

There was a beat of silence between the two of you before you both leaned in, your lips meeting in the middle in a tender kiss. You both instinctively stepped closer to each other as you did, your chests pressed together as your arms went around his neck and his moved to hold your waist.

You pulled away for air when you started to feel the hot water turn cold, your forehead pressed to his, “Is this what you had in mind when you climbed into the shower with me, Grayson?”

“Not exactly, but I’ll take it.” He left another soft kiss to the tip of your nose.

“I guess sharing that bed doesn’t seem so bad now, huh?” You joked, chuckling as he started laughing.

“No, but it never seemed that bad to begin with for me.” One of his hands left your waist to gently brush your hair from your face once you’d moved your head back to look at him.

“We should both get out and go to bed, though. It was already late when we got here and we have an early morning tomorrow.” You started to detangle yourself from him, as much as you didn’t want to, so you could escape the spray of the shower.

“I’m gonna take advantage of whatever hot water we have left to get rid of the stink, you go on ahead.” He offered his hand to help you step over the tub part of the shower, which you gratefully took.

You left him in the shower, though, your body still a bit numb from all the electric adrenaline that had shot through you. You got changed into pajamas after drying off, prepping for bed as he finished his shower.

He apparently was much quicker at doing so than you, however, because by the time you were done changing, he was on his way back into the room itself. You turned around to see him wearing nothing but one of the motel room towels, the white fabric not covering much of him.

You had to physically stop yourself from staring as he walked into the room to change into his own pajamas.

“Like what you see?” You heard him speak up from across the room and of course, it was to tease you again.

“Didn’t you get enough evidence of that in the shower?”

Dick stepped over to you as you plugged your phone in by the nightstand, “I don’t mind getting a little more.” He had his boxers on now, his body still slick with water as he slid one hand around your waist again, pressing a kiss to the back of your head.

“Maybe you can if you ask really nicely.” You looked up at him as some of the water from his hair dripped onto the floor.

“Not tonight. You were right when you said we have to get to bed.” He kissed the top of your head, walking away to finish getting changed.

You vaguely wondered if he was doing all of this on purpose as you watched him cross the room again.

Once you’d both settled into the bed, you were much closer than you originally thought that you would be. You could feel his warm breath on the top of your face as your head settled against the pillow.

“Is this okay?” He whispered, gently reaching up to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear.

You nodded, meeting his eyes again and taking a mental note of all the different colors that made up the dark blue of his eyes. “It’s more than okay…Actually,” you moved so that your head was cushioned by his chest. “This is much better.”

He couldn’t help but laugh, his hand coming up to run through your hair. “I think that’s definitely more comfortable.”

[beenbaanbuun]

inhaler w/ yunho

i wrote this bc i’m sick at the minute and so my asthma is 10x worse than usual and (as always) i have no fucking clue where my inhaler is :D

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forgetful!asthmatic!reader who always misplaces your inhaler mixed with clueless!boyfriend!yunho who can’t help but feel a little lost

okay so we all know he’s a sweetie pie but i just feel like he’d be a little nonchalant about the situation when he first finds out

he just kind of brushes it off because asthma’s a pretty common thing, right?

and like, it just means you get out of breath a little quicker, doesn’t it? nothing to worry too much about

besides, you seem to have it all under control - what could he possibly do to help that you don’t already do for yourself!

there’s no point in him worrying over something that he doesn’t need to

but then he’s over at your apartment for a movie night, the two of you snuggled up together on the couch

he’s trying to pay attention to the film, but he can’t help but notice that you’re breathing a little heavier than usual

he keeps an eye on you out of the corner of his eye, just because he’s a good boyfriend and he wants to make you’re you’re 100% okay

and despite the way your chest is rising and falling like you’ve just come off of a 4 mile run, you seem perfectly happy

you’re not behaving out of the ordinary or doing anything you normally wouldn’t, so you probably have it all under control yourself

so once he’s sure you’re not dying, he stops checking on you so much because you seem like you’re fine, other than the obvious

and even if you weren’t, he wasn’t going to overstep and assume anything; you’d let him know if you needed his help

but then after a few more minutes, he hears you take a really deep breath, like you’re trying to fill your lungs to the brim with air

that in itself is a little concerning, but then he hears you wheeze as you take in the breath, the tightness in your chest now audible

his gaze shoots to you again, only this time he’s definitely concerned about you

“are you alright?” he frowns, “what was that?”

you look at him confused, eyebrows furrowed because you don’t understand what he’s talking about

“what was what?”

“the wheeze thing you just did,” he confirms, “are you alright?”

and as he says that it dawns on you that this is the first time he’s ever properly seen the effects of your asthma

like sure, your asthma has an effect on damn near everything you do but yunho’s never bore witness to it when it’s at its worst

when you don’t even have to move to be out of breath; sitting there is simply enough to make you feel like your lungs have decreased by 50%

when breathing is a chore in itself and to even feel like you’re getting enough oxygen, every breath you take is heavy and deep

when alongside each of those deep breaths comes a wheeze that you have to learn to block out before it drives you insane

it almost seems like a good thing that yunho has never seen it in full force before; it means that days like this aren’t as regular as you think they are

“it’s just my asthma,” you shrug, “nothing i can’t cope with, yun.”

you say it like it is because it is just your asthma; it’s nothing you haven’t been dealing with since you were a child

but yunho feels like he’s going insane because how are you so nonchalant about not being able to breathe?

“do you need your inhaler?” he asks, “if you let me know where it is i’ll grab it for you.”

you think for a second

you know you should take it, but for some reason you can’t place your finger on where you had it last

“i’ll find it later,” you tell him, knowing it’s likely that you’ll have to scour the entire apartment to find it, “don’t worry too much, okay?”

yunho just stares at you with his mouth gaped because how could you sound so unbothered about the fact that you sound like you’re dying?!?

and what do you mean by ‘find it’? surely you’d know where it is since since it’s, y’know, your medication??

“well i am worried,” he says with a frown, “do you not know where it is?”

again, you shrug

“probably in the bedroom but i’m not too sure where,” you say, “or it could be in one of my bags. maybe my black one!”

yunho kicks himself for not being more attentive of the issue

party because he feels like maybe he’s been ignoring just how bad of an issue your condition really is

but mainly because he should’ve known that no matter the condition you would definitely not be as attentive as you should be

“i’m going to find it,” he gets up from the sofa and begins to walk past you but you grab hold of his wrist to stop him

he just looks down at you with a cocked brow and an unhappy look on his face

even you staring up at him with puppy eyes can’t stop him from feeling agitated at you and your inability to see this as an issue

“yunho, sit down,” you command, but he doesn’t, “yunho, i’m being serious. i’ve dealt with this millions of times; i know how to cope without an inhaler.”

he still doesn’t sit, waiting for you to elaborate

because it’s not that he doesn’t believe that you’ve dealt with it a whole bunch, but he isn’t too sure on whether to trust your method of dealing with it

especially when your method of dealing with most things is ‘let it sort itself out’

“i just need to sit here for a while, alright?” you rub your thumb along the wrist you’re holding, as if you’re trying to comfort him, “it won’t help it, but at least it won’t get worse.”

that sounds an awful lot like ‘letting it sort itself out’ to him, but he doesn’t argue with you about it…

because he can’t help but notice that you’re talking to him like he’s a scared child; all soft and quiet like any loud noise might frighten him

and he realises that maybe he is a little scared of the whole situation, because he’s never dealt with it before

not with anyone, let alone someone he loves as deeply as he loves you

perhaps he just wishes you took your own safety a little more seriously than you seem to be doing, even if he knows deep down that you know better than he does

and maybe he just wishes he doesn’t feel so helpless in this situation, no matter how small it may seem to you

you seem to notice that though

“if you want to do something to help, you can get me a hot drink,” you throw a gentle smile in his direction, “i’ll take my preventative inhaler when it’s time for bed, and we can find my blue one before we sleep”

he thinks it over for a few minutes, trying to hush the voice in his head that tells him he needs to solve this before the problem gets any bigger

he knows it won’t; you’ve told him that it won’t and he believes you

you know what you’re doing, he repeats like a mantra in his head

“do you want cocoa, tea or coffee?” he finally mutters

“coffee,” you say, kissing his arm gently before letting him go, “now stop panicking otherwise you might be the one in need of medical attention, and i won’t know how to help.”

he snorts out a tiny laugh, and you can’t help but think about how nice it is to watch the worry drain from his face

“coffee it is, my little steam train.”

[judeswhore]

Bsf!Jude being drunk out his mind and he’s telling you everything on his mind and getting upset when you leave him, touchy, all that. Walking back to your booth with a drunk Jude clinging to your waist and sitting down before he gets you and your friends kicked out because he’s almost caused a fight. he’s just staring at you likes he’s starstruck and when you ask him what’s wrong he’s telling you everything “you’re just so pretty, you go on and on about boys like I’m not right here?? We’re so close anyway, why you don’t you just date me? You even change in front of me too. Oh, and you have nice tits.”

And that’s when you cover his mouth. thank God it was loud in the club because your 2 friends across the table would’ve heard. Imagine if the other 4 were here?? You’re really taking this into deep thought and trying to connect the dots because you’re always changing in front of him and you’ve caught him staring before, you always tell him about boys and he looks uncomfortable and uninterested, plus he hated all your boyfriends and now it’s all making sense.

sitting in his lap bc he doesn’t wna let u go, his arms curled so tight around ur waist while he rests his head against ur shoulder and he’s so quiet for a few minutes, humming quietly at the way ur scratching ur nails over the back of his neck. and ur friends keep throwing u glances bc ur looking more than friendly and they’ve been waiting so long for one of u to just make a move and end the others misery bc it’s obvious youse are stupidly in love (especially jude). ur typing away on ur phone w ur free hand and jude catches sight of an unopened message from a guy he knows you’d recently gone out on a date w and in his drunk state it flips this switch inside of him and he’s lifting his head to frown at u. and ur asking what’s wrong and he’s shaking his head and huffing this little sigh before going on this little rant that leaves u completely stunned into silence. he’s all “it’s like i’m not even here, y’know? i’m ur best friend and i’m here all the time and i’m in love with u but u go on and on abt these guys ur seeing who don’t treat u right and it’s killing me bc i’m right here. you’re just- you’re so pretty, y’know? and i have to watch u get changed in front of me and act like i don’t wna kiss u stupid and god do u know how hard it is trying not to stare at ur tits? u have perfect tits.” and ur slapping a hand over his mouth at that bc there’s no way u want ur friends hearing that part of his confession but ur reeling at everything he’s just said bc how doesn’t he know the only reason u go out w other people is bc u never thought being w him was possible.

not really knowing what to do bc he’s obviously drunk but u also really need to talk abt this but definitely not while he’s in this state so ur just staring at him in silence for a few seconds before telling him “u can’t just admit that like this” and he’s asking why so ur all “bc ur drunk. i say all sorts of bullshit when i’m drunk. i told the barman that i owned a fish shop last week” but jude’s already shaking his head, the groove between his eyebrows getting deeper and he’s like “being drunk doesn’t change my feelings. it makes them worse actually. like right now, all i can think abt is kissing u, i think i might die if i don’t kiss u” and he’s being so dramatic abt it but there’s so much feeling behind his words at the same time and u really just don’t know what to do. deciding that it’s best not to discuss it rn bc u don’t wna get ur hopes up and have him crush them in the morning so ur telling him that this is a conversation for tomorrow and even tho he’s so drunk he half understands so he’s nodding but then a cheeky smile is curving his lips when he asks u “can i get a kiss tho?” and ur just rolling ur eyes and kissing his cheek (much to his dismay) trying to act normal when ur mind is racing from what he’s said and the possibility of what it means

[ddlcpoly]

A lot happened that day, so much that I was really scared of coming to the club. That night I spoke with MC about what happened with Monika and Yuri and then he told me what happened with Natsuki. We then spoke more honestly than ever, eventually learning that we both were in love with the rest of the club.

Now I already had a sneaking suspicion that everyone in the club was crushing on everyone else, but I honestly thought it was just me having hopeful thinking that I could start a polyamorous relationship with all of them and was just connecting things that weren’t there to delude myself.

But after talking it over and how at least Monika and Yuri like me and how Natsuki liked MC, it all started to seem so obvious. The way Monika spoke so freely about how much she admired and cared for all of us, how Yuri always was sneaking glances at everyone every time she could, how MC still got nervous at times when spending time alone with one us or how Natsuki seemed to blush at little bit every day at the club. I knew what I had to do then, I had to help the club back together and we all needed to be honest to do that.

I open my mouth “I want all of us to be perfectly honest. We all made mistakes that day, but I think that’s mostly that we were always so prone to mistakes.” I awkwardly chuckle “We all hid our feelings from each other because of the fear of hurting one another, but that only caused all of us to get more hurt” Natsuki starts squirming in her seat as she continues to look down, MC keeps staring at me with his always-present blank expression, but I know he is also worried, Monika stares at her desk probably beating herself up in her mind still and Yuri starts shaking nervously “So now I think the only course of action we can all take in order to be able to continue being happy with one another is by being honest.” I take a deep breath, hesitating on whether or not to say what I’m about to say, it’s something that once said I can’t take back and might be problematic in the future. But I trust them and I know this is the best thing I could say right now…

 “I love all of you. I love how diligent Monika is, I love how passionate Yuri is, I love how patient MC is, I love how fiery Natsuki is, Ilove how we can all come together and create a place where I can feel truly happy and loved and I don’t want to lose that!” I start to choke up as a stream of tears start falling down from my eyes.

“I love you too Sayori, I love all of you.” Surprisingly it’s Yuri who says this, her eyes also filled with tears. “I’ve never felt like I belonged anywhere, but this club, no, all of you have become a place of comfort and joy. Every single one of you have accepted me as I am and have treated me with such warmth and care that I can barely keep up with. I wish for all of you to remain a permanent part of my life and if possible, not just as friends.”

“Yeah” Natsuki is the next to speak up “You bundle of idiots somehow squirmed your way deep into my heart and I, well, y’know. I feel the same as Yuri and Sayori.” She sits back down unable to say anything else.

MC stands up “I will be completely honest, I joined the club because I thought all of you were cute.” He confesses, “We all know that, you idiot.” Natsuki retorts “Even with your unchanging face, it was extremely obvious.” “Oh…” he seems slightly disappointed in himself. “Well, that’s not the point I was trying to make, even if the reason I joined was, admittedly, pretty shallow, I stayed because you girls have been the people I have been closest to in the world. I don’t think I could have the same kind of bond with anyone else and I don’t want to lose that. I also love each and every one of you.”

We all start to stare at Monika who is still seated on her desk, frantically redirecting her stare between the four of us, blushing heavily “Eh? G-Guys we shouldn't j-joke about things like that. If this is a prank to get back at me, you guys did it and I probably deserve it.”

The mood sours after Monika says that “Y-YOU IDIOT!” Natsuki yells out, even more tears coming out of her eyes “I-I would never say shit like that as a joke. I’m not that kind of person.” Yuri puts a hand on her shoulder trying to comfort her “I-I understand this might be difficult to understand. To be frank, I haven’t fully processed what is happening at this moment. But I do know that my feelings are true.” Monika just stares at them in shock.

“Look Monika,” MC looks at her determined. “I’ve always admired you and I even had a crush on you when we shared a class together. But getting to know you has made me fall deeper for you, so please believe me.”

“It’s true.” I say “We all love you Monika, do you love us back?” Monika’s eyes start to tear up to which she covers them up with her hands and in the softest voice I’ve ever heard come out of Monika’s mouth she says “yes…”

I sense the mood of the room is starting to significantly cheer up now. “So, what are we supposed to do now?” Natsuki “It’s not like we can date each other now, right?” Natsuki asks.  I immediately respond “Well, actually…”

The rest of the afternoon we spent talking about what happened at that day in the festival, apologizing and forgiving each other, and I eventually brought up what I had planned, I discussed it with MC back when we were discussed our feelings for our friends, and let’s just say, everyone came out of that room with at least 2 more partners.

4/4

Fin

[jamdoughnutmagician]

Movie date?

Steve Harrington x Female Reader (Fluff)

Word Count:562 (short I know sorry.)

Warnings:Just some badly written fluff I guess?

Authour’s Note:I wanted to challenge myself by writing something that was on the fluffier side of things and I honestly found this so difficult. Not my best writing, but here it is nonetheless.

MASTERLIST

“Y’know, if you asked her out she’d probably say yes” Robin said as she nudged Steve with her elbow to get his attention.

“Huh?” 

"That girl you've been staring at for the past 10 minutes" she said as if it was obvious.

"I wasn't staring." Steve said defensively. 

Busted. And by Robin no less.

He knew that he recognised you, but he just couldn’t place you. All he knew was that he thought that you were cute.

"Uh-huh, you keep telling yourself that, Steve" Robin teases with a pat on his back "All I'm saying is that she's been here eight times this month, and she spends 20 minutes looking at all the tapes on the shelf only just to rent the same tape she's been renting for last eight times she's been here."

"Nothing wrong with having a favourite film, Rob" Steve points out.

"I'm not saying there is, but I've been watching her-"

"Oh! And I'm the one who's staring?" Steve throws back.

"-Shut up, Dingus. As I was saying, she only ever checks out her tapes when you're behind the counter. Her name’s y/n, she’s nice." Robin explains.

“Wait, you know her?” Steve asks.

“Yeah, she’s in band with me, she asks about you a lot, you know.” 

Yes! That was it! You were in the school’s band. You were in the year below him when he was graduating. 

“Steve, Footloose isn’t that good of a movie. I don’t know why, but for some weird reason, that girl is into you, I’m sure of it.”  

Steve chances a look over Robin’s shoulder, to see you. Steve’s eyes flick over and suddenly his gaze catches your eyes, before  you look away with a slight look of embarrassment at having been caught looking at him.

“Ask the girl on a date, Steve, otherwise all this pining might actually kill you.” Robin jokes.

Robin walks away just as you’re walking up to the counter with your video in your hand.

“Footloose again, huh?” Steve winces at his awful attempt at small talk. What happened to him? He used to be good at flirting. What was it about this girl that turned his brain to mush and had him grasping for the right words?

“Yeah I just really like this movie I guess?” you chuckle.

“I noticed. You come here a lot and you always pick it out. Not that I’m like watching you or anything, I swear.” He cringes. “That came out really creepy, didn’t it?” He laughs, fighting the blush that’s rising to his cheeks.

“Maybe a little, but I don’t mind.” You offer with a smile.

Steve huffs out a breath to calm his nerves before he thinks over what he’s about to say to you.

“Look, maybe I’m reading this situation all wrong, and I know we’ve never really talked to each other and I could be a complete dork for asking this, but can I take you out sometime?” His honey brown eyes look to you hopefully.

“Sure! My name’s y/n, in case you were wondering, Harrington” You can’t help but gently tease him.

“I know you like movies, how does the drive-in theatre sound? Maybe this Friday?” 

"It sounds good, Steve. I'd like that" You smiled.

"Good, good, great! How about I pick you around 7?" Steve offers.

"See you then, Harrington. It's a date." 

[dalusional]

Ill Be The Last To Know.

Dallas Winston x Fem Reader

Angst!!

Warnings: Arguing, Mature Language, Toxic Relationship.. ( i think that’s it? )

Description: Dallas and Daisy are in a relationship where all issues are never brought into discussion. Between Dallys toxic behavior and Daisys limited communication skills, their relationship can only go on for so long.

( based on the song Say Yes by Elliot Smith 🩷)

I sighed and sat on the living room sofa. The clock just rung half past 2, where could he be? It wasn’t unusual for Dallas to break his promises, it also wasnt unusual for him to break my heart. We were supposed to have a cozy night in, consisting of cuddles and binging movies with small chats about anything and everything. Surprise, surprise- he didn’t show. My heart shattered at the thought of what he could be doing at the moment besides sheltering me in his arms. Was he with another woman? Was he in a bar fight? Or worse, was he laying somewhere in an alley waiting for help? I shivered at that thought. Even if I had a good day with Dallas Winston it was always as if I had to pay it forward with another heart break. A happy day then you pay. Tears started to stream down my face, I couldnt take it anymore. I loved Dallas Winston no matter the circumstances, and I knew Dally loved me too, he just never could love me how I loved him. My heart skipped a beat as I heard the front door swing open, breaking my train of thought. There he stood right infront of me, Dallas Winston.

“Hey doll, what’re you still up for?” His oblivious chuckle at the end was how I knew tonight wouldn’t be like any of the others. How could he be so blunt about the situation? I stood up infront of him, trying to mask the large lump now present in my throat. A person can only take so much of what they’re served.

“I’m up because Im waiting for you?!” I said as if it should’ve been obvious the reason I was waiting. It should’ve been. The hint of anger lingering in my words only made him throw a smirk on that handsome face of his. I hated it. I could see confusion fill his face under that smirk of his, as if he was trying to remember what I was referring to. I gave him a look inferring “we had plans” making him nod with his mouth forming into an O shape.

“Well, how sweet of ya doll.” He came to put his arms around me and for the first time I denied him. I denied him what he wanted, and nobody said no to Dallas Winston ever. It was an unspoken rule, nobody questioned it. Dallas Winston always got what he wanted.

He frowned at my actions and raised his brow. “Somethin buggin you sweet cheeks?”

“We need to talk Dal.” I said trying to keep my cold aura.

He kept quiet, obviously waiting for me to continue. I gulped down my nervousness and spoke. “We had plans Dal, and like before you turned them down. For what, or for who?! Don’t say you forgot, that’s all I ever hear from you and i’m sick of it! Making love won’t fix this, Ill still end up feeling like shit in the mornin!”

I was shocked with myself and I could tell he was to. I was never the type to raise my voice. Dallas shoved his fists into the pockets of his fitted jean jacket, huffing down his anger. I shivered at the thought of what could come next.

“I honestly did forget. Believe me doll. Y’know I love you, y’know I do. I ain’t in the mood for this. Now come here and give me some love.” He practically scoffed out the last sentence making me tense. As if he didn’t care about my obvious state of stress. After that i felt changed around, and instead of falling down into his sick aura I stood my ground.

“You really don’t care do ya? You barely listened to what I said? Don’t you get it? I can’t do this anymore!” I practically screamed at him causing him to widen his eyes. He looked around the room in disbelief, baffled even. He looked as if he hadn’t seen this day coming. He let out a sharp breathe as if someone punched him in the gut. I failed to realize at this moment I really hit Dallas hard.. in his heart- as if anyone were to believe that’s possible- in this moment it became clear that it was.

“Doll..” He let out in somewhat a whisper. “I.. I know you don’t mean that.”

“I do Dallas. I mean every word of it!!”

“Stop calling me that! What’s wrong in your head tonight Daisy!?”

He never called me by my name. “You! The thought of you in my head is wrong!” I screamed. Every word that escaped my lips hit him in the chest like bullets, each one killing him slowly. “I don’t deserve this Dallas and you being as straight forward as you are should know that! You treat me like shit! I don’t deserve to always be worried about you every night because you turn me down! I don’t deserve to be thrown to the side under all your other shitty decisions! This relationship is only stable because of me! This situation is fucked up!”

By this time tears were streaming down my face and my tone was cracked. I hugged myself in attempt to keep stable, but him and I both knew I wouldn’t be able too.

Dallas clenched his fists and jaw in order to prevent saying or maybe even doing something he’d regret in a short while. His breath hitched, and I watched as he turned to the wall next to him, expecting for him to punch a hole- he instead slammed his hand against it sighing roughly. His breath sounded shaky, was he about to cry?

The room fell silent besides the sounds of my quivering sobs and Dallases short breaths. After what seemed like an eternity, he turned to me, eyes red and cheeks flushed.

“Daisy.” He said in a horrid attempt to sound tuff. “I need you baby. I need you. You can’t leave me man.. I..” He looked down and leaned his head against the wall softly. “Situations get fucked up, get turned around sooner or later yknow? You’re the strongest gal I know doll, you and I are stronger than this..” That’s when for the first time, I may have even been the first person to witness it, Dallas Winston cried. His hard sobs echoed through the room, ringing through my ears like a nearby gunshot. I thought and reflected on what he said. That’s when I realized this was all a huge mistake.

“You’re right Dal.” I said with no emotion behind my words. Dallas turned to me with bloodshot eyes and a quivering lip. I knew what he wanted, I knew what he expected. I knew Dallas Winston to well.

“I could stay here and be a fool, an exception to your rule and feel like shit the morning after. The way you treat me will never come to rest. I’m damaged by you, bad at best. You’re saying we can overcome this Dallas but you’ve said that before. In the end, you’ll decide what you want and you know what’s sad Dal? I’ll probably be the last to know, like I always have been. So you’re right, I am a strong girl Dal, strong enough to leave you.”

The room fell silent and Dallases jaw was agap as if he just saw a ghost. He turned around slowly as his back slid down the wall. One last tear streamed down my cheek as I watched him.

It was as if Dallases life had flashed before his eyes. Did he really care for me the whole time? Maybe he just didn’t know how to show it? I don’t know, maybe it was a new feeling to him. It was as if the impulsive, troublemaking, confused, but ultimately loving Dallas Winston had gone, just his body was left.

“So this is what you get huh? This is what loves all about right?” He said staring into the distance, his voice cracking and words trembling against his lips. This was it, Dallas Winston finally had understood. Dallas Winston finally understood that day what it really takes to love a person, what it really takes to last in nature. Unlike everything else Dallas had committed to, he didn’t play it cool, brushing off all threats with “i got it man.” Instead he sat there, trembling in his own fear- fear of the end. “Caring for a person so much..” He squeezed his eyes shut, wincing at the thought of the words leaving his mouth. As if someone was beating the words out of him, he finally finished. “that it kills you.”

“And finally you’ve felt it.” I said solemnly. “Felt it to late.”

requests excepted in the comments 💓

[ranchycowgirllover]

Alright I gotta a Vaggie re-design

I made her blue, I gave her more muscles , and I gave her shorts + boots. The blue is just an aesthetic thing that I like there was no real reason behind that. However her outfit change and hair cut were done because as cute as original Vaggie was it didn’t really make sense with her whole fighter protector of the hotel vibe she had going on. What she was wearing was not practical in the slightest I fucking can’t with that giant ass bow that doesn’t even pull her hair back. Also what’s with the no shoes stockings you ain’t protecting shit with no shoes idc if your a demon. Like it’s a very cute outfit and I like it just doesn’t fit the character in my opinion. I also gave her some fur to sort of reference moths but to be honest I didn’t do much with the supposed moth theme Vaggie is said to have.

I did do a sketch of this Vaggie in a similar outfit.

Alright so that’s design stuff I’m gonna talk about her character and how she’s written.

I think she’s written fine enough, nothing terrible so far. I think I’d make it a little more obvious that her and Charlie are a couple. I’d also remove her whole exposition dump about Alastor it’s ruins the suspense keep his lore vague. Now I have seen the complaint that Vaggie only speaks Spainish is when she’s pissed off. If I was writing Vaggie I think have her say stuff in Spanish to Charlie like during the scene before the interview like maybe lines like “this is serious” or “It’s all highlighted” could be spoken in Spainish, y’know little lines here and there so you get the idea that she’s Hispanic because me personally I didn’t put together that she was until Angels line “don’t get your taco in twist” and that line would make more sense and hit harder if we know before hand she’s Hispanic.

That’s all for in show now for her lore~

Now unlike Angel and Alastor we don’t have anything concrete on she died. But in the past another theming in her design aside from the moths was suicide so based on this we can assume she took her own life. The X on her eye (x’s have been to show the injury that did someone in like in Alastor’s case) so this information makes me think she shot herself in the eye. That’s my theory at least.

Off topic but her old eye color made her look high af

I’m gonna go now I’m thinking Cherri Bomb re design next

[fyodoro]

heey. Thought about a hurt and comfort kind of thing with Ena, where she and the reader have a fight because the reader is basically worried about her, don't really talk for a while and then, Ena remembers how important they are to her. She finds them in Sekai and then she goes all mushy, but in her own way. And they are dating in this case. Hope that's not too complicated! :)

-> 𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

You knew Ena had her moments, but things take a turn when you express your concern..?

With Ena Shinonome, gn! Reader

Cw) swearing, arguments, kinda short im srry anon…

It wasn’t a mystery to anyone around Ena that she wasn’t the most stable. It wasn’t rare to see her curse under her breath when the smallest thing goes wrong or for her to unintentionally take her emotions out on others or objects. But even that was only on the surface.

Beneath the surface isn’t something most get to see. Of course, her brother Akito has seen it plenty of times having to live with it, occasionally her fellow group members as well. But while you get to see what goes on, you also hear the reasoning and explanations behind it. The first time you witnessed it, it made you see Ena in a different light.

She gets very frustrated easily, and her coping skills aren’t the greatest. You always worried if things would escalate if you expressed your concerns. After all, Ena doesn’t take others concerns well. But sometimes, intervention is needed.

You were over your girlfriend’s place to spend time with her. Although she was doing her own thing most the time, she was still talking to you and including you in her work. It was simple yet sweet. Of course, this didn’t last as long as you’d like.

Ena was slowly getting more and more aggravated with her drawing. Thoughts like ‘Why isn’t it good enough, I messed it up, I hate it’ coursed through her mind over and over. The only thing keeping her from snapping is the fact you’re still in the same room as her. If you weren’t, she would have lost it hours ago.

You weren’t blind nor an idiot, you noticed the way Ena’s eye twitched at every stroke of her pencil, the way her scribbles got more and more aggressive. It wasn’t obvious to the untrained eye, but it was to you.

“Ena, why don’t you try taking a break for a bit? You’re getting… y’know, again.”

She ignored you at first, your words were only muffled compared to the ringing in her head. She heard you, but she didn’t wanna give up now.

“Ena, come on. It’ll still be there after a break. Come sit down with me.”

Without realizing, she roughly stroked the pencil across the paper just enough to snap it. When the pencil snapped, so did she.

“(Name)! Shut up! I don’t need you’re help or a break, just leave me alone!”

“I’m only trying to-“

“Help? Well look at what just happened. I wouldn’t have broken the pencil or messed up the drawing if it weren’t for you! You aren’t helping at all!”

“But I thought-“

“Get out!”

You didn’t have the energy to argue with Ena now, especially so randomly. You picked up your things and have a quick “Bye” before leaving her room. It wasn’t surprising to see Akito out of his room after all the noise, but maybe a bit surprising he was even home.

You didn’t know whether to tell him what just happened, ignore him, or say bye to him as well. But no matter what you did, he was still going to say something.

“Come back in about an hour or two, maybe three. She’ll regret it in a bit, I’m sure then she’ll wanna see you again.”

“Right.. thanks.”

Akito wasn’t home enough to hear when you and Ena argue, even if it isn’t often. But when he was there, he always gave you some kind of advice. It was nice of him, but you know Ena would probably kill him if you told her.

The whole walk home Ena’s words replayed in your mind. Were you really just ruining things? Messing her up? You knew she says a lot of mean things when she’s mad, but you’ve never gotten it this bad. The possibility of truth to her words made you feel uneasy.

But like her brother said- just come back in a few hours… just a few hours. Then it’ll all be okay. Just a few hours.

There wasn’t much for you to do that could pass the time faster, especially in this situation. Everything you did made your mind wander back to Ena. Maybe you could go back a bit early? Or maybe just give her this time to cool down. All the choices led to the same result, Ena.

A bright flash from your phone brought you back from your thoughts. Since when did you have flash on? You double checked your settings just to make sure, only to come across an Untitled song. Were you even listening to a song with no title? Doesn’t it need one in order to be released?

An even brighter flash went across your screen. ‘What the hell…’

A weird feeling went across your body, the feeling of going straight down on a roller coaster. The flash burnt your eyes a bit, to the point it hurt to open them. Rubbing them a bit to put them at ease, you’re gaze stumbled upon nothing.

It was… empty? Empty, dark and cold. But despite the emptiness, there was still noise, talking noise. It was hard to tell what direction it was coming from, considering it was sameness all around. But it didn’t take you long to recognize a particular voice.

“(Name)?”

“Ena?”

“What are you doing here? You shouldn’t have access to this place…”

This place? Ena was familiar with this place? Where even is it?

“This is (Name)? I was worried I’d gotten the wrong one, but looks like it’s the right one.”

Is that fucking Miku? Hatsune Miku? She looked so different… her blue hair was grey and her eyes were hetero chromic. If it weren’t for the recognizable robotic voice, you wouldn’t have guessed it was her.

“Ok, there’s… a lot of explaining to do. But can that come later? (Name)- I’m so sorry. I should have never blown up on you like that and you didn’t do anything wrong.”

Her apology sounded as genuine as can be, and she already looked like she just finished crying. You’d forgiven her the moment you left her home, but now you understand why you did.

“Ena it’s okay. I knew you didn’t mean anything you said- you were just angry. I’m sorry if I was pushing you out of your comfort zone, but I was really worried about you. I just wanted you to take a break for a bit.”

“(Name)…”

She pulled you into a hug, which you gladly accepted. You were just happy Ena was feeling better. Even if it was in the strangest of places.

After all, it was just you and her against the world, even if that world is a vast void of emptiness. As long as it’s Ena, anything is fine.

[lirusstories]

Card Trick - Septictober/Egotober Day 16

Tw: Kidnapping, Kidnapper killed yugioh style, mention of drugging

Egotober: Card/Cards

Septictober: Hostage

Word Count: 996

This was longer than expected and became a lot nice

Marvin grumbles to himself as his captor gives his monologue to him, tugging on his wrist to get it out of the rope around him.

And seriously rope? Fucking rope?

He’s a goddamn magician and the fucker has the audacity to only use plain, regular brown rope.

And it fucking itches.

He sighs bored as his kidnapper brags to him, probably because Jackie hung up on him. 

Marvin guess’ it’s because they tracked the phones location. And normally Marvin would let himself be rescued but, it’s a single guy, who managed to get the jump on him. 

Marvin has to hold back an AHA as he gets his wrist out of his bindings.

He just hums and nods too long to whatever the kidnapper is saying as he summons one of his burning cards. He holds the card close enough to singe and burn through the ropes, he doesn’t press it against of course, he doesn’t want to burn his clothes or stars forbid his hair, he does not want to deal with regrowing it again.

Once he feels the loosen enough he shakes them off, standing up as he does so.

“What’s your favorite card?”

“King of clubs and would you like to know why-” The man answers smugly as he turns back to Marvin only to freeze, turning ghost white as he sees Marvin get up. “HOW DID YOU-”

Marvin laughs softly, cutting off his shout, it’s not a happy one. 

“This card?” He asks, summoning a king of spades to his hand and watching as the man's eyes bug out of his skull.

“How did you-” The man does get to finish his last words as Marvin flings the card with sharp precision, straight through the man's skull until it embeds its self into the wall a dozen or so feet behind the man.

He calls the card back to him as the man's body falls, limps on the ground and bleeding.

Normally he’d let his brother deal with it but he’s just so tired. He sighs as he flicks off the none existent blood left on it before sending it back home where he left it. 

He dusts himself off, grumbling about clueless assholes who bite off more than they can chew, pulling his phone. Yes, the idiot let him keep his phone, to text his brothers that he’s safe but they might need to send someone over to clean up the mess.

He smiles softly at the flood of relieved text messages that quickly turning into asking if he’s okay. 

He will be, he assures them, he’s just, upset for obvious reasons. He tells Jackie he’ll be outside wait and almost laughs when he tells him he can see the building. 

Marvin leaves the building, an abandoned house that the moron had turned into a head corners and he doesn’t need to to wait long before his brother is landing a few feet in front of him.

“Thanks for joining the party but I think you’re a little late red.”

Jackie just sighs and before he knows he’s being pulled into a hug, he tenses before relaxing into it and hugging back, reminding himself it’s just Jackie.

“I am not letting you out of my sight again I swear to fuck man.” Jackie’s voice is strained, like he’s trying not to cry.

Marvin just hums and hugs him a bit tighter, smiling when the feeling is returned.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere. Can we go home now?”

“Fuck yes, Henrik already called off work so he’ll be meeting us back home.” Jackie informs him and Marvin tries to ignore the growing guilt.

It’s not his fault, he was the one kidnapped it wasn’t his fault.

Jackie and Marvin finally pull away and Jackie is suddenly looking over him frantically.

“Relax he didn’t hit me or anything he just… might’ve y’know… Drugged, me?”

The heat around Jackie would be oppressing if it was directed towards him.

“He what?” Jackie asks in a dangerously low voice, working his jaw in a way that he only does when he’s angry.

“Look, I’m fine you guys can fret over me, but only if we can have sushi for dinner.” Marvin bargains, Jackie stares at him before relenting with a sigh.

Marvin relaxes, he knows the anger wasn’t directed at him, but his body seemed to refuse to believe that until Jackie relaxed.

“Fine, I’ll have Henrik or Chase order some.”

“Why not Jameson?”

“You know why, we don’t need that many leftovers.” Jackie answers, giving Marvin a pointed look even when Marvin pouts playfully before he pulls out his phone.

“C’mon man I think this is an occasion that deserves an large amount of comfort food.” Marvin pouts but quickly follows his brother in leaving the property, good riddance. At least he has sushi time to help him relax.

Jackie sighs and Marvin sees him close out of Henrik’s contacts and over to Jameson’s and Marvin grins like a cat who caught the fish.

“Not a word.”

“No problem Boy Man.”

“HEY.”

Marvin laughs as Jackie pouts at him. “Sorry Red I had to.”

Jackie just sighs, grumbling about having to deal with Chase, Jack, Jameson, Shawn and Anti doing that Marvin does not need to join.

Jackie slides his phone back into his pocket before turning back to Marvin.

“Do you want to walk home or do you want to hang on and I can fly us back?”

Marvin pauses, realizing those are the only two options, on one hand, he is wearing heals, on the other, he has to face the others panic sooner but, surprisingly the latter doesn’t sound as daunting as it used to.

Marvin sighs, “Alright, let's go the fly route.”

Jackie grins widely as he turns around for Marvin to get on his back, once he’s sure Marvin as a good grip he tells his little brother, “Alright! Make sure to hang on tight!”

“Hey not that fast-!”

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[bigskydreaming]

Welcome to Kalen Tries a Life Hack/Brain Hack, brought to you by....well, me.

So certain obvious things are obvious: I’ve been struggling for awhile, the whole being off my meds thing for months cuz of the Adderall shortage hit me HARD, and the number one thing I need to actually build and move forward and get out of eternal debt and accomplishing actual goals is a degree of stability.

I’m eternally grateful for every donation people have given me over the years and its literally kept me alive and off the streets at times. But ebegging sucks, nobody likes doing it, and its not sustainable.

Thing is, I’ve been talking about getting a steady patreon up and running forever but like, there’s always a reason why it doesn’t happen. Part of that is because of the basic nature of how things compound when you lack resources and have issues to address on multiple fronts. New problems demanding my time and attention constantly pop up while adding to stress and affecting my overall mental state and productivity. Part of that is the fact that I am my own worst enemy when in states of high stress, low meds, and minimal resources. 

I get caught in loops where I convince myself that the only way forward or to validate the help I’ve been given or asked is via some big grand production that of course never materializes because haha if I were in a state where I could reliably create the product I want on the timetable I need, most of my problems would take care of themselves. But also I have a tendency to try and pull a former life hack I used to rely on, the whole ‘when my executive dysfunction is particularly bad, use pressure and deadlines to try and force myself to produce’ which y’know....may have worked at previous points in my life but I was in very different places then and bottom line, it just flat out doesn’t work for me now, so it just ends up as overpromising and flaking out with no actual gains to show for it.

So I’m trying a different approach. I’m just putting it out there, this is what it is, and I’m starting small in complete opposition to my usual (and not working) attempts. I’ve opened up a discord for my fics and original projects and am listing the tiers of my patreon below. I’m following this up with complete rundowns of everything I have SOMETHING for, to some degree or another:

1) Teen Wolf fanfics

2) Original fantasy works 

3) Dick Grayson fanfics

4) Original sci-fi works

5) X-Men fanfics

6) Original superhero works (my original superhero universe, the Ellis Eighteen ‘verse) 

I’ll tackle the Teen Wolf stuff following this post, and then try and do the rest one day at a time. That’s the gist of the life hack: just going with the philosophy something is better than nothing. None of these do me any good just sitting on my computer and I’m flat out, literally just never going to reach a stable enough place where I AM just able to complete and release any of them in their complete form, the way I’d like, if I keep overshooting without ending any further along.

So I’m just gonna try building it one day at a time, growing it with the support of people who are interested enough in what there is now to want to see more and help me get more out there, until bit by bit I eventually reach actual completion on some of them.

Any and all of these can be followed up on in my discord server should any catch your eye enough to want to try just a trial’s month - with this next month being much the same for me, as I see how viable this is and how well I’m sticking to it, versus what changes I can make to make it more effective.

My blog isn’t going anywhere, the server is just entirely for fic and original projects and all things related to them, but my usual inanity will persist, I do want to try to get back to writing meta and stuff and being more active in my fandoms, hopefully once I get back on my meds and get a little more grounded.

My existing patterns of posting and interaction aren’t contingent on people donating or joining my discord - I don’t intend for much to change here. And I’m not saying like ‘from now on I’m only posting my writing to my discord’ or anything like that. Its literally just for people who want to help support me while I add to my existing content, are fine with or interested in more of my content even in incomplete stages, are interested in commissioning ‘writing time’ on specific projects of their choice while I do my writing directly in the server....and once I do have a new complete chapter of a fic or complete one-shot, etc....that’ll still get posted for anyone to read. Same as how I still intend to publish or self-publish original projects once they reach completion. 

Its like I said: I just can’t deliver completion in a timely, reliable fashion the way I want, as is, and I can’t make guarantees on when complete projects will materialize without it just ending up more empty promises. THIS I at least can deliver on, and use it to build to something bigger and more complete. *Shrugs* I’d rather get something out there than just continually shifting goalposts about when something will be out here.

SO!

All that said, below are the tiers I’m going with. I literally don’t even have the patreon itself made yet because a) I’ve used ‘I still have to make that’ as an excuse not to do this too many times so I literally just said fuck it and opened up a new post and started typing this instead, lol and b) Patreon does only pay out monthly and not going to lie, could really use donations in the meanwhile as I’m trying to get a new prescription appointment ($180 now thanks to my psychiatrist raising their rates, yay) for different ADHD meds since Adderall still isn’t reliably in stock and they won’t switch my prescription over to something I haven’t tried out yet without a new appointment (and those meds will likely be in the $50-$90 range). 

SO I literally am just posting this now, with my paypal and ko-fi links, but the discord itself is already up if anyone wants to just donate directly and ask for a direct discord link/invite and then I’ll add the link to the actual patreon as soon as its up, but also, if you go the donation route you can try this out and see if its worth it to you this month before actually signing up for the patreon or trying a different tier.

TIERS

1) $1 tier: No rewards offered, I've seen this done by other people who have regular platforms they create content on and don't charge anything so its like a completely opt-in "hey if you just like my blog and content in general, would like to see me be able to make a go of being a creator and support that in general because you think I come up with interesting stuff, this is super helpful and appreciated" thing. I know a lot of people don’t think $1 makes a difference, but literally just $1.39 buys a thing of pasta that can feed me for two days if need be, and a couple more bucks from someone else gets some sauce, lol. Trust me, if you’re ever like “I’d like to support him but only have an extra buck or two and don’t know if that would make a difference” - it does, and is still super appreciated!

2) $5 tier: As stated, I’ve set up a discord where anyone can start threads for literally any of my fanworks, Teen Wolf, Dick Grayson, and X-Men, and ask what I have available as is on that particular project, pick my brain about it, engage me on it in the hopes it leads to me dedicating my next writing session to it if I’m not already planning to write something else in specific, etc. This tier gives people access to it, so they can see the stuff I don't have published or released because its not finished yet, or I’ve written parts non-linearly, and there’s a specific scene they were hoping to see in the fic later on and wondered if that’s written yet, etc. Plus this is where I’ll do all my fanfic writing sessions when I am actively working on a new chapter or something, because I LIKE to write in real-time on things like discord (I used to write fic in a messenger app with Moukie. I didn’t even need them reading it or responding, just knowing someone was 'there' made it easier for me to write, just makes it easier to shut up and write or get the words to come). 

So I figure might as well try and make it a two-fer: for five bucks people can get access to stuff that might not be finished yet (or even ever) but still could be interesting or enjoyable to them, but also can read along as I work on stuff that I'm actively trying to update, even if I still end up with more to go in that chapter or fic and thus its not ready to update yet by the end of a writing session

3) $10 tier: Exact same thing as the $5 tier, which is also included with this one, but this one also gives access to the separate forum I’ve opened up for my various original projects I'm working on or at least started/got a sizable dent into even if they ended up discarded (at least for now). Again, this one is primarily for people who want to support me in general, free up time from constantly stressing about being able to afford food and meds and wasting so much time looking for more freelance opportunities or work - which basically doubles the amount of time I spend ‘working’ every day without anything to show for most of it. This allows for more writing time in general, but at least comes with something to show for it, and like, I figure anyone who genuinely thinks 'hey I think this guy can write/would buy his book' could find something to interest them in here, especially since it also includes the same 'read-along' option for my literal WIPs when I’m doing a writing session on one of them.

4) $15 tier: Both previous tiers are included, but with this tier people also get the option of picking a story from any of the fandom or original projects I have up on my server, and making it the focus of one of my writing sessions that month. They can do it either as a prompt "hey would like if you dedicated one of your writing sessions to working on this particular project this month, whenever that happens to be" or if they want, they can try and coordinate a time for that writing session, as in I’d go "these are the hours I typically do my writing these days, pick when you'd like to see me work on this story," either cuz they'd like to read along, or its earlier in the month, or like, they have that day off and thus its a good day for re-reading that project or maybe getting an update on it, etc. 

Typically, my writing sessions tend to be at least an hour, anywhere up to around six hours, so this tier guarantees that at least one hour of writing time that month would be focused on a particular project. But as much as I hop around between projects in general, I don't switch between projects in the same single writing session, so practically speaking, it would likely be more than just a single hour, and could even result in an entire chapter update on chaptered works. I just know I can guarantee the hour, whereas I can’t guarantee 'oh this will for sure be a five hour writing session' and thus I went somewhat higher than like, a wage for an hour's work, but not like, super high? As I figure its more likely to land somewhere in the middle, length of time-wise. But also, depending on how this actually goes this first month, I might end up adjusting my approach to this tier or the price level, etc.

5) $25 tier: This one includes all the same access and rewards provided by the lesser tiers as well, but with the additional reward that in addition to getting to set the agenda for one writing session that month, you get to also set that same project or a different one as a 'boosted priority' for the month. What this means is - in the interests of maximizing the gains of having people thwart my indecisiveness over what to work on, lol - whatever you pick here will go on a shortlist of projects that are my go-to's for the month, any time I have a writing session I don't already have a prompt for, or a personal desire to focus on a certain project. 

Basically, its a way of creating my short list of 'To Turn To In Case of Indecisiveness' any time I am being stalled by indecisiveness, rather than other external issues, and any 'prompted' writing sessions are already scheduled or used up. So this one comes with caveats....I want to make it clear that 'how much' people get out of this one is NOT something i can guarantee, as it'll depend on how many writing sessions I can squeeze in that month overall, whether or not I have a particular project that's on the brain enough that I'm going to it regularly, just based on my own choice/momentum, stuff like that. 

But the plus side of this one is if the $15 tier is of interest to people, and its worth it to get to be able to ask for several hours' worth of productivity/output on a particular story of mine.....this tier potentially replicates that same thing multiple times throughout a month and can lead to a lot of progress on a certain single story. So potentially, way more bang for your buck. It is more of a crapshoot, but worst case scenario, you're still likely to get at least two writing sessions geared towards a story you're interested in, for less than double the cost of your patronage of one writing session...but best case scenario, in a month where I don't have a ton of other pressing projects demanding my attention, this could keep me engaged with your project of choice regularly throughout the month, with the increased output to show for it. 

Either way, people are still likely to end up with way more output of their choice/liking due to this than they ever would have if I were just sitting in front of my computer playing 'how much time can I waste doing nothing productive while claiming its just cuz I need to Make The Right Choice of what project to be productive on.'

All that said:

I'm focusing just on time rather than length/word count at the moment just because mentally its a lot easier/less stressful for me to think 'oh I know for sure I can make sure they receive the time I guaranteed I'd focus/devote to this in exchange for their patronage' because its a lot easier for me to just show up and start writing than it is for me to look at a set length of fic I need to complete within a certain timeframe - as the latter is a lot more likely to suck me into one of my weird spirals where completion becomes the enemy of productivity.

Anyway.

I think that’s everything, thank you as always for hearing me out and your consideration even if you don’t end up giving this a whirl. No expectations here, I have no idea how well or not it might work out, but its something new to try because previous approaches just aren’t working but I’m not throwing in the towel, just.....reconfiguring for a new run at achieving some long-term stability and productivity. This at least is a lot more geared towards navigating around my particular issues with my ADHD and executive dysfunction and finding a way to hack them even when I’m not on meds. So, let this experiment begin I guess? LOL. The end.

My links:

https://paypal.me/bigskydreaming?country.x=US&locale.x=en_US

https://ko-fi.com/kalenp

And again, if you want to go ahead and give one of these tiers a try via a donation, you can hit me up directly for a discord invite, or if you prefer more anonymity/distance, you can just wait for the patreon with a more automated/streamlined process. You can also upgrade to a different tier later of course, and let me know if you have specific questions.

Thank you again!

[abyssal-ali]

Marinette "Valkyrie" Wayne

Masterlist Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 ao3 link (completed) Valkyrie’s suit

Pairing: Marijon

Rating: G

WC: 0.9k

Delphi joined Robin at the closest Batburger after patrol, having a hankering for fries and a shake.

When she pulled up beside his Robin motorcycle on her own bike, she noticed Superboy beside Robin, who was already in a booth.

She slid in beside Robin and fist-bumped Superboy. Damian was already chowing down on a veggie burger, so she headed to the counter to order her cravings. Superboy was right behind her, ordering a stack of food to compensate for his Super metabolism.

They slid back into the booth and began to eat. Marinette quickly finished her large fries but had a bit of strawberry shake left, eyeing Jon’s stack of food as he finished his burger.

He put his arm around his stack of food protectively. “You just ate, Delphi, sheesh.”

She gave him her most pitiful Plagg-wants-more-Camembert eyes and he quickly softened, sliding his fries over to her.

“Here, just eat the rest of my food, why don’t you?”

“Well, if you’re offering… ”

“No . Only fries.” Jon’s superspeed came in handy as he polished off his food before Mari finished dipping her fries in the dregs of her shake.

Damian tsked, having completed his snack with dignity and at a reasonable speed so as not to get indigestion.

(Mari would like to remind him of the times he stuffed entire snacks in his mouth just so his siblings couldn’t get them.)

~~

Chloe came to Wayne Manor a couple weeks later. Alfred showed her to Marinette’s room.

“How have you been? I brought you the advance copies you asked for.”

“Thanks, Chlobee. I’ve been good– I’m actually starting out tomorrow night as backup on patrol as Valkyrie!”

“Wow, backup. And just yesterday you were running the comms,” Chloe wiped a fake tear away.

Marinette shoved her playfully. “I was on comms yesterday. Anyways, y’know the JL meeting? Well, they tried to find Ladybug and thus the vessel, so I really had to concentrate. Then I was sparring with Diana, and I touched the lasso and fainted because the power was starting to be exposed. Thank goodness for Trixx and Tikki and Duusu. Oh, do you want to see Pollen?”

“Of course! Did they find out?”

“No, no suspicion yet, I think.”

Pollen flew out of hiding. “My queen!”

“Pollen!”The bee Kwami of subjection hugged her former holder’s face.

When Marinette talked to the kwami about her plan, they agreed, although they’d miss their holders. Pollen at least got to see Chloe, the only one who knew Marinette herself was the vessel, Ladybug, and Grand Guardian.

The Guardian part didn’t really matter since the Miraculous were turned into a tattoo and the kwami were freed, nulling the Miraculous, but they still called her that, since her body was now the Miraculous.

Marinette could use their powers without transforming now, which made it easier to keep her secret as there were no obvious signs of the usage.

A knock on the door sent the Kwami scattering as Alfred announced supper.

Chloe was introduced to the family and it went as Marinette expected.

“You’re Audrey’s daughter? Do you know MDC? What's she like?”

“I know MDC, she's amazing and very fashionable and beautiful. She’s great to work with, Mom loves her. Everyone does, actually.”

After dinner, Marinette handed everyone a parcel. Inside was an autographed copy of Effortless Style.

“Chloe brought these for me. I hope you like them.”

“We love them,” they gushed, poring over the pictures, making guesses on who MDC was.

She didn’t make it easy for them, though. In almost every picture with Jagged was a different model, but none with her.

“Marinette! You met Jagged Stone!”

“Yeah, I’ve done a bit of modeling, and when I was in NYC Audrey asked if I would…when I came back Adrien happened and then it just slipped my mind,” she shrugged.

“Fine, you’re excused,” sniffed Tim.

~~

"I’m inviting an old friend for dinner. You’ll all be on your best behaviour, I hope.” Bruce warned the next morning.

“Of course. Who?” asked Mari.

“It’s a surprise,” he winked.

At five, the friend arrived.

“Brucie! How have you been? I hear you’ve adopted my niece!”

“Jagged, good to see you again. It’s just fostering right now, though I’m working on the adoption papers.”

“Uncle Jagged!” Marinette came flying down the stairs. “Where’s Penny?”

“In the car, finishing a phone call. How's my rockin’ designer?”

“I’m great! With the book done, all I have to work on now is my psychiatry courses. I’ve got a couple new ideas for your next album and tour, too– I’ll show you later. Hi, Penny!”

“Hey, Mari!”

The Batfamily stopped in surprise as Marinette hugged Jagged and Penny Stone. Chloe strolled forward, greeting the couple in French.

“Oh, Uncle Jagged, these are the Wayne kids, whose ranks I am soon to join. From your left to right: Cass, Tim, Dick, Steph, Jason, and Babs. They’re all huge fans so they might act a little weirder than normal.”

“Wait, Uncle Jagged? I thought MDC was his only niece?”

Mari leveled a longsuffering look at Tim. “Why yes, I am his only niece.”

“YoU’rE mDc?!”

“Yes, yes I am. Congratulations, Coffee Zombie.”

Damian appeared with Titus, Jerry, and Kismet.

“Demon spawn! Nettie is MDC!”

“Congratulations,” he nodded at her. “Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Stone. I am Damian Wayne. The turkey is Jerry and Titus is the Great Dane. Kismet is Dupain-Cheng’s Beauceron puppy.”

“It’s a good thing we left Fang in New York or he’d be after Jerry,” Jagged joked.

Damian frowned. Crocodile eat turkey? No, thank you.

[desastre-fag]

I put a spell on you (and now you're mine) Chapter 3: Older than dirt

“Well, what do we have here?”

Everything stills and Tommy doesn’t dare breathe, frozen like ice, hunched into the crook of Schlatt’s elbow. 

“Good evening, Soot family.” The greeting doesn’t ease the atmosphere, and if anything it seems as though the family have become more on guard than before. Magic swirling through the air is all Tommy can sense, but even his baby brain can register it as dangerous, and so he begins to fuss, face scrunching and body wriggling around to communicate his discomfort. 

“Schlatt, you seem well…” Suspicion evident in his voice, the blond speaks up, eyes narrowing yet focused on Tommy, a gleam Tommy can’t quite place. The winged man pulls himself to a standing position, gesturing for the other two to remain seated when they move to do the same. 

“Ah, you know me Phil - sorry, Mr.Soot.” Schlatt responds, making his mockery of the man obvious, uncaring of the possible consequences. He smoothly pulls out a chair of his own, falling into it, causing it to scrape against the floor. The following squeak causes only Tommy to flinch, the others in the room unaffected, merely staring down one another - three sets of eyes filled with distrust, the other set at ease and smug. 

He continues to speak as the man - Phil - seats himself once again gracefully, “I know I haven’t been around in a while, been busy, y’know with a kid and all…” At once all eyes shoot to the baby still snuggled into Schlatt, only now he has moved to rest on Schlatt’s chest, listening close to his heart beat. 

‘Stupid fucking baby brain being all calm and shit. I just want to stab something!’ 

“Well, now that you’ve brought it up, that is what I was going to ask about.” An eerily calm smile has settled onto Phil’s face, though a hint of curiosity sparks in his eyes, inspecting every part of Tommy, from his small fists to his button nose. 

“Let’s cut the fucking bullshit, who’s baby is that and why did you bring it here?” A melodic and deep voice cuts through the air, wrapping around Tommy like a second skin and calming him even further, eyes drooping at the feeling. The voice belongs to the man seated to Phil’s left, who sits with a scowl on his face, dripping with poison and a promise of danger. 

“Fellas, this is my son, my pride and joy, Theseus.” The silence is deafening, yet is suddenly broken by a deep bellowing laugh, coming from the tallest man in the room. 

‘Well I didn’t expect him to sound like that.’ The man wipes a fake tear from his eye before his face falls blank instantaneously. 

“You can’t be serious.” 

“As a heart attack.” The air becomes tense, magic sparking at everyone’s fingertips (except Tommy’s of course, what kind of baby has access to their magic?) and clashing between them. 

“I’m sure you can understand why we wouldn’t trust you enough to believe you.” Ever the voice of reason Phil chimes in, placing his hands out in a placating gesture, as if to keep the peace between the three men. 

Schlatt takes on a hurt look, fake in every way, “I have no idea what you’re talking about Phil, I thought we were friends.” The man mentioned looks as though he just realised he’s been wearing a wet sock his whole life and turns to face the brunet beside him.

“Wilbur, could you show our friend here the way out?” His face lights up in glee at the opportunity, launching out of the chair, causing it to wobble and almost fall to the floor.

“Right this way.” The smugness rolls off of him in waves, bowing slightly and gesturing with one arm to the door situated to his left - across from the head of the table - beaming with his mouth and eyes. 

Schlatt seems to become wary, a familiar frown sliding onto his face as he stops playing the game he started, “Ok, I get it. This is Theseus, my son, and I’m here to make an offering.” 

The world stands still, magic falls to the ground and silence encapsulates everything. 

“What?” The word is hissed out, strangled between teeth and tongue, just barely audible - and it’s a shock coming from Phil. 

“What the fuck did you just say?” Even the two men beside him subconsciously curl into themselves, instincts pushing them to hide, hide, hide from the angered witch, Wilbur taking a seat. Seeing this, Phil visibly relaxes, shoulders coming down from their place close to his ears, wings twitching in agitation. 

Schlatt acts unphased, but Tommy can feel his heart rate increasing against his cheek, his own doing the same. “Phil - buddy - let’s calm down a second alright? I mean- it’s just an offering.” He shakily chuckles, ever so slightly leaning back into his chair.

“What exactly are you offering?” Wilbur interrupts, raised brow in tow. Phil opens his mouth as if to beat Schlatt to it but the brunet holds a hand up respectfully, keeping his focus on Schlatt, scrutinising him. 

“I am so glad you asked Wilbur.” Regaining his suave and confidence, he stands and dusts off one shoulder with his free hand before grabbing Tommy under his armpits and turning him to face the Soots. 

‘Well that’s fucking terrifying.’ The babe hanging from Schlatt’s hands wiggles, shakes his fists and drools all down his very oversized shirt, golden curls framing his chubby face. 

“We all know how you guys haven’t turned to fucking dust even though you’re older than dirt.” He smirks, satisfaction curling in his stomach, “Bunch of baby killers huh?” A violent crack can be heard before the spark of magic manifests from Phil’s clenched fist, bursting into a deep green flame. 

“I’m not judging! Don’t knock it till you try it, right?” Schlatt placates, pulling Tommy back further into his chest and turning him around once more, poking his nose. 

Phil is seething, yet Schlatt continues when none of the others utter a word, “What? Do I have to spell it out for you?” His voice raises as mania begins to seep into his tongue, “My offering! My offering is my son, Theseus Schlatt! It would be an honour if you would accept my request for an exchange. My son - my greatest possession - for a higher level of magic, respect, power.” Greed, thick and slimy, envelopes his speech and fills the room. 

The greed is soon overcome by rage, harsh and heavy, it weighs Tommy down and urges him to run, run, run away, danger! It’s suffocating. 

“How dare you!” The winged man flings the table into the door with a simple thought, the legs snapping off and crashing to the wooden floor. He’s on his feet in a manner of milliseconds, the others following, trench coat and cape flowing behind them. 

“Phil-”

“No! You do not get to stand there accusing us of such disgusting acts, offering us a child at the same time.” He crosses the room swiftly, wings flaring above and behind him, casting a large shadow over Schlatt’s figure. 

“That’s probably not even his son.” The pink haired man states, monotone and nonchalant. 

“More like that’s probably not even a baby.” 

‘Yes! Exactly! Fucking finally someone gets it!’ He can feel freedom, the idea of running away on his own two feet filling him with determination. 

“Will?” Phil turns towards the brunet with a curious expression.

“Babies don’t have magic, yet I can clearly feel a strong source coming from the one in front of me.” Wilbur vaguely gestures towards Tommy, face scrunched as if to avoid a bad smell. 

“Did you think we wouldn’t notice? Did you think we were fucking stupid?” It’s his turn to step into Schlatt’s personal space, coming face to face before jabbing him in the chest with his pointer finger, eyes glowing a slight teal colour. 

“Give me the baby.” Tommy tries to object by swinging his little fists again, but it’s all for nothing as he is handed over to Wilbur with no resistance.

‘No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!’ He’s gently placed into Wilbur’s warm arms, the soft turtleneck comforting. He isn’t given the time to get used to the new arrangement as he is promptly passed along to Phil who cradles him as though he is made of glass, tracing the outline of his facial features with the tips of his fingers.

“Wilbur, I imagine you can handle this?” The question is directed to the beanie wearing individual but Phil’s entirely focused on Tommy, admiring him as if he hung all the stars in the sky.

“Of course Phil. Technoblade, you gonna stick around?” An affirmative grunt is all the response he needs to remove the table in order for Phil and Tommy to make their exit. The last thing Tommy gets to see is the boar skull advancing on Schlatt as the alcoholic begins to tremble. 

“Please! I-I I don’t know how to make this right, but I will! I swear!” The hoarse cry echoes from the room down the hallway, high in pitch and sheer terror. 

“You don’t, but I do.” Wilbur is the one to decide Schlatt’s punishment, delegated by Phil, and he’s excited at the opportunity to let his magic free. 

“What was it you said about us? Older than dirt? ” 

No one sees Schlatt again, but there are reported sightings of a goat roaming his home's garden, said to be searching for a way in.

[kyuuppi]

“You lie to your best friend/crush that you have an OnlyFans just to see their reaction”

Ft. Sugawara; Nishinoya; Tsukishima; Oikawa; Kenma

Pt. 2

A/N: My bias is so obvious here LOL

KARASUNO

↳ Sugawara

➣  You are over at his house, the two of you idly watching a sitcom while browsing your phones and chatting in between; it’s comfortable, as times with Sugawara usually are.

➣  Every time Suga leans in to show you a funny meme on his phone or throws his head back in laughter at a joke from the show, you find your heart skipping a beat.

➣  He is beautiful, basically an angel in your eyes, but he is also your best friend and you don’t think he has any interest in you like that. Not in the way you do. 

➣  That’s how you get the idea to test his feelings. 

➣  Being the troublemaker you are (how else would you and Suga get along so well?) you decide to shake things up by casually mentioning you’re interested in starting an OnlyFans and asking if he thinks its a good idea. 

➣  You expect either of two reactions: either he’ll be as supportive as usual, possibly advising you to be cautious with strangers online like the mother hen he is, proving he only sees you as a friend—or he’ll tell you not to, possible evidence that likes you.

➣  The response you receive is not quite what you were expecting...

➣  Once the words leave your lips his head immediately whips around in your direction, light brown eyes looking at you with a serious expression on his face, something you’d never really seen before. It makes you uncomfortable and you begin to regret all of your life decisions.

➣  Suddenly though, he is leaning into you, his arms coming up to trap you against the couch as you try to back away. Your eyes are as wide as saucers and face completely flushed as he continues to stare you down before speaking.

➣  “Even though I’m your best friend, I’m still a man, you know. You’re being awfully cruel right now.”

➣ You audibly gulp, suddenly feeling light-headed but he keeps speaking, close enough that you can feel his hot breath fan across your cheeks.

➣ “Asking me to watch the person I like show off in front of thousands of other men? Even I have my limits.”

➣ And that marks the day of you and Sugawara’s first kiss. ♡

↳ Nishinoya

➣  Your best friend, Nishinoya Yuu, is notoriously unabashed with his affections. 

➣ The two of you have an interesting relationship—Noya has no qualms with expressing how pretty he thinks you are, borderline flirting with you at times, and you frequently return the favor. 

➣  But you don’t take any of it seriously, of course, regardless of how much you secretly wish it were real. Everyone at Karasuno knows about Noya’s undying dedication to the volleyball club manager, Shimizu Kiyoko, and he confesses his love to her at least twice a day. 

➣ Unbeknownst to you those professions became less and less frequent after he met you and now most of Karasuno thinks the two of you are basically dating

➣ The two of you are at the mall, a frequent hang out place where Noya can look at volleyball gear and you can browse manga at the bookstore, when you get the idea to prank your friend.

➣ “Hey, Noya? I’ve been thinking about finding a way to make more money but I don’t have time for a part-time job so I decided to make an OnlyFans—I already have a few subscribers.”

➣ Nishinoya nearly trips and falls flat on his face. You would have laughed if it weren’t for how he immediately grabs at your shoulders, staring at you with a mix of anger and fear. 

➣ “Absolutely not! No one should be allowed to see your beautiful body like that but me!”

➣ You immediately fluster at his loud declaration, acutely aware of how other customers in the mall are giving the two of your strange looks as they walk by. 

➣ “B-but Noya, we aren’t even dating—”

➣ “Then let’s start dating!” 

➣ And what are you gonna do? Say no?

↳ Tsukishima

➣ Being friends with Tsukishima could be frustrating at times—a sentiment you and Yamaguchi frequently discuss when the blond isn’t around. 

➣ Tsukishima likes to think most things are beneath him and he’s too cool to find enjoyment in activities most other friends enjoy, ranging from mini golf to video games. The man seems content to waste his life away studying and listening to music if it weren’t for you and Yamaguchi forcing him out of his room. 

➣ Naturally, something like a prank war would be something Tsukishima would want no part of—not that that has ever stopped you. 

➣ Usually, your pranks are failures. Either Tsukishima easily figures out what you’re doing before it can happen or he doesn’t give you the satisfaction of a reaction, chastising you for wasting your time pulling pranks when you have a failing grade in mathematics you’ll later beg him to help you study for.

➣ He still helps you though, he’s whipped

➣ Your newest prank however, you feel exceptionally confident in. Not only is it simple to pull off, only relying on your acting kills, but it also might answer your curiosity on whether you have a chance in getting your dearest Tsukki to see you as more than just a friend.

➣ The day you decide to do it the three of you are hanging out in Tsukishima’s bedroom as usual, you working on the math homework Tsukishima forced you to study while he reads a book and Yamaguchi sits in the corner reading a book.

➣ You had already discussed your plans with Yama beforehand, to which his expression looked suspiciously devious, like he knew something you didn’t know, as he proclaimed his support. 

➣ You hear Tsukishima turning a page and decide to speak up. 

➣ “Hey, Tsukki, have you heard of OnlyFans?”

➣ You hold back a snicker as you see Tsukishima visibly tense, his eyes widening behind his glasses for a moment before he relaxes. From the corner of your eyes you can see Yamaguchi smirking behind his comic, watching the blond closely. 

➣ “...yeah, I’ve heard of it,” Tsukishima simply replies. 

➣ “I’ve been thinking about making more money but I don’t have time for a part-time job so my friend suggested it. She said I could make over ten thousand yen a month.”

➣ “I think only the really attractive ones make that much.”

➣ You gasp, thoroughly offended, and Yamaguchi looks mildly annoyed by his friend’s response, already opening his mouth to chastise him for being so mean—but before he can say anything, Tsukishima is speaking again, still looking down at the book in his lap. 

➣ “Don’t do it though.” 

➣ “Why not?” You pout, refusing to look up at him when you speak. 

➣ “...I don’t want the person I like to do those types of things.” 

➣ You nearly choke on your own saliva, head darting up to stare at him in disbelief. Yamaguchi, for some reason, only smiles softly, looking unsurprised by the admission. 

➣ “W-what? You...like me?”

➣ “Oi, shouldn’t you be studying? One more F and you’re gonna flunk out of the class, dummy.”

➣ You’re slightly disappointed by the change of subject but when you notice the soft pink on Tsukishima’s cheeks you can’t help but to smile the whole time you finish your homework.

AOBA JOUSAI

↳ Oikawa

➣ Oikawa is a busy guy.

➣ You were well aware of that before the two of you happened to be paired up for an assignment and got to know each other, eventually becoming close friends. 

➣ Between volleyball practices, tournaments, magazine interviews, and appeasing a passionate fan club, Oikawa rarely has time for himself, let alone another person. 

➣ Despite all of that, you could tell he always made sure to spend time with you, dedicating a few weekends a month to hanging out, just the two of you, and constantly texting you in the times the two of you couldn’t physically be together. 

➣ From an outsider’s perspective, it was almost like the two of you were dating. 

➣ But alas, you know the sad reality is that Oikawa is most certainly not your boyfriend and you have no idea if he has any interest in your like that…

➣ ...Which is why you decide to try to make him jealous one day to push him towards confessing his feelings, if they exist. 

➣ The two of you are at a café, sipping lattes and gossiping about other students when you bring it up. 

➣ “Y’know...I’ve been thinking of making an OnlyFans.”

➣ To your surprise, Oikawa’s eyes seem to light up, his lips curving into a smile of excitement. 

➣ “Wow, really? Maybe I should make one too!”

➣ Oikawa immediately pulls out his cell phone and the color drains from your face as you realize your plan has completely backfired. 

➣ “My fans are going to love this—hey do you think we can do a collab? The two of us in one pic would make us top creators for sure.”

➣ You can only nod numbly with a fake smile at Oikawa’s enthusiasm.

➣ Oh god, you’ve created a monster…

NEKOMA

↳ Kozume

➣ Unless you’re Kuroo, becoming friends with Kenma is a nearly impossible feat. Actually making him want to spend time with you alone, even more so. 

➣ But somehow, you managed to work your way into Kenma’s tightly knit social circle more like a two point line segment of him and Kuroo and your evenings after his volleyball practice are usually spent in one of your bedrooms, playing Splatoon and Animal Crossing until your Switches die or your parents force you to come home for dinner—whichever comes first. 

➣ You love spending time with Kenma, his quiet presence somehow making you feel comfortable—but over time those feelings of ease have shifted into something more akin to nervousness and excitement as you’ve come to develop a crush on the setter.

➣ Every moment with him, watching the small smiles tug at his lips when he wins a match or his cute, frustrated pout when he can’t figure out how to defeat a boss makes your heart flutter and it’s becoming more and more painful to idly sit by without expressing your feelings.

➣ A direct confession, especially to a boy with nearly 0 social skills, is scary, so you want to be sure your feelings are returned before you even attempt to share them. 

➣ Thus, you’ve decided to take Kuroo’s advice.

➣ “Push him into a corner. Kenma will only act when he thinks he has to.” 

➣ You take a deep breath to steel your nerves before you speak, eying him sneakily from behind your Switch. 

➣ “Gamer girls and boys are kind of trendy these days; I’m thinking about starting an OnlyFans to make money to buy more games.”

➣ The only visible response you receive is a slow blink as Kenma continues to play his game, fingers tapping furiously on the keys. 

➣ “Ah...I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

➣ “Why not?”

➣ There are a few moments of silence between you two, the room only filled with the SFX of your games as Kenma seems to finish his round. You recognize the victory music as Kenma pauses to finally raise his gaze to meet your own. 

➣ “It's your body so I can’t tell you what to do but...I would feel really jealous of all your subscribers.”

➣ And just like that, Kenma returns his attention to the video game, unpausing and starting a new match, blissfully unaware of you struggling to calm your racing heart and flushed cheeks. 

[fromchishiya]

Drunken Haze

Chishiya x g/n Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend looks after you whilst you’re drunk

Warnings: Alcohol, drunk Reader, Chishiya is once again whipped for you, ignore the title I had no idea what to call it lmfao

“And what’re we celebrating tonight, hmm?” Kuina laughs, tapping the side of your cocktail.

“I beat a game,” you pat the seat next to you, inviting her to sit down, “a tough one.”

She shakes her head, sliding onto the seat, “what type?”

“9 of diamonds,” you gloat.

Kuina lets out a pleasant yet surprised noise, “now that,” she points her finger at you, “is a reason to celebrate.”

Calling for a drink of her own, she takes the miniature umbrella out of yours, rolling it between her fingers a few times before looking back at you.

“So, you and Chishiya,” she starts.

You tilt your head curiously, “what about us?”

A loud scoff escapes her lips, her drink finally being placed before her, “you really expected me not to notice?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” you take another sip of your cocktail, a mischievous smile crawling up your face.

“Oh come on,” she groans, “you practically drool every time he enters the room, not to mention the time he accidentally called you "Honey" in front of me.”

You lean your head on the counter, still grinning up at her, “really not like Chishiya to mess up, is it?”

“Stop avoiding the question,” she huffs, swirling the liquid of her drink around in its glass.

“Okay, okay,” you look around nervously, checking to see if anyone else is listening before leaning in, “we’ve been dating for quite a while now.”

Her jaw drops, hands reaching over to shake your shoulders, “why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because,” you wriggle out of her grasp, “he said I wasn’t allowed to tell anyone apart from you, and I was only allowed to tell you if you asked about it directly. He wants to keep us hidden from everyone, y’know?”

She squeals, “how cute, he wants to protect you.”

Scrunching your nose up, you try to ignore the warmth rushing to your cheeks, “I’d want to protect me too if I made enemies with practically everybody who owns a gun in this place.”

A loud laugh escapes her lips, “touché.”

Ordering another drink, you watch Kuina tap the side of the counter, bobbing her head to the tune of the song blaring out of the speakers across the room from you.

“What about you?” you wonder aloud, “have you got your eyes on anyone?”

She looks startled, almost like she wasn’t expecting the question, “I’m more focused on getting out of here than anything else. No time for love for me!”

The constant stuttering and shakiness of her voice prove to you that she’s lying. You’ve known her for too long for her to be able to get anything past you.

“Really?” you raise your eyebrows, “cause I thought I saw you and Ann looking at each other quite a lot today.”

Her face morphs into a look of pure surprise and humiliation, “is it that obvious?”

“No, no it’s not,” you’re quick to comfort her, “I just notice these things.”

She calms down a bit at your words, fiddling her thumbs slightly.

“I do think you should ask her out, though, if you haven’t already.”

Her hands reach up to grab the counter edge, “maybe I will.”

Suddenly she stands up, downing the rest of her drink before facing you, “don’t get too hammered, okay?”

“I won’t,” you lie, eyes following her body as she walks away.

Nobody would mind if you went a bit overboard, would they?

๑♡๑☆๑♡๑☆๑

The door to Chishiya’s room swings open as you stumble in. You giggle when you see his brown eyes analysing you, eyebrows pinched together in confusion.

“Are you drunk?”

“What? No, of course not,” your words are slurred, and it takes Chishiya all but 3 seconds to make his way to your side, nudging you gently onto the bed before walking back to shut his door.

The sheets smell nice, you think, a grin creeping up your face as you bask in the Chishiya-scented bed coverings.

“Here,” Chishiya tosses you a pair of pyjamas; cute, soft button-ups that you usually would’ve loved to wear, but not tonight.

“No,” you whine, a pout replacing the smile previously on your face, “want your clothes.”

His unwavering eyes bore into yours for a few seconds before a loud sigh escapes his lips and he turns away.

Blocking out the sound of the wardrobe opening, you instead focus your attention on how soft his hair looks. You want to play with it so bad, put it into pigtails and attach pretty bows and butterfly clips to them. You doubt he’ll let you, though.

“If you throw up on these, I swear to God I will kill you,” Chishiya threatens, moving over to you swiftly.

You shake your head playfully, “I won’t, I promise!”

After a full 15 minutes, Chishiya finally finished helping you get dressed, which proved much more difficult than he originally anticipated due to your constant attempts of cuddling him. Thankfully, brushing your teeth wasn’t as bad as he thought, you had just sat there calmly whilst he brushed them for you. You had tried to swallow the mouthwash he gave you, though.

“Bedtime for you now,” he says, wrapping an arm around your waist and guiding you out of the bathroom.

“Not yet,” you protest, “I’m not tired.”

Chishiya turns his head to you, arching an eyebrow with the same unfazed look in his eye, “I don’t care.”

You let out a whine, finally laying down on the bed as he pulls the blanket over you and kisses your forehead. Ignoring your sulking, he turns on his heels and begins to walk away.

You shoot up immediately, hand reaching out to grab the back of his hoodie, “please stay, please.”

Chishiya freezes in his movements, a conflicted puff of air leaving his lips after a few moments as he climbs into bed next to you.

Beaming, you shuffle closer before attacking him with a hug. He tenses up slightly, but due to your drunken haze you don’t notice.

“I love you,” you nuzzle your nose against his, kissing the tip of it along with his cheeks.

He does nothing but stare for a few seconds, blinking as if he was trying to figure out your words.

Eventually, he speaks up, “I love you too.”

Scoffing at your overly enthusiastic reaction, Chishiya shifts your body until you’re in a position he knows you’ll both be comfortable in.

“Now be quiet and go to sleep.”