#and finally he goes too far and it blows up in his face somehow

[youngpettyqueen]

The Joker is Wild is an episode that really doesnt work where it is in the show

the idea that BJ is set off by like. jealous rage or whatever over Hawkeye comparing him to Trapper just doesnt work so late in the show when there's been 0 indication that BJ is jealous about Trapper at all. it feels like it comes out of nowhere, just a half-assed sort of reason given to set him off

ive mentioned this before here and I know its a hot take within this fandom but the supposed Trapper Complex just doesnt exist. in the 8 seasons that BJ is present in the show, I can think of three times Trapper's name comes up around him

Period of Adjustment, where he brings up that he feels like he hates Trapper. should be noted that BJ here is at about the lowest point we see him at, he's in complete despair, and he's also blind drunk. he also specifically brings up that he feels this way because Trapper has gone home- it has nothing to do with Hawkeye

Depressing News, Hawkeye refers to BJ as being the 'same size, same shape' as Trapper, and BJ's reaction can be construed as being not exactly pleased about it. I think this reads more as him just not being happy about literally being called Trapper's replacement, not him being jealous

then, of course, The Joker is Wild

because of this it really just doesnt make sense for BJ to suddenly have this jealousy in The Joker is Wild, not this late in the show. it would've honestly worked so much better if this episode happened back in season 4, because then you could've made that jealousy believable with BJ still establishing himself in camp and Hawkeye still dealing with Trapper's departure. but as it is, set in season 11, it really just doesnt work. its such a He Would Not Fucking Say That episode

[gothghostiie]

having thoughts about price coming home from base and missing you a little too much

cw: manhandling, a single ass slap, fingering (reader receiving), gn!reader

he came home from staying on base for a while, he's always so tense after that. the stress from being a captain, the boys getting on his case, everything comes crashing down on him and he has no way to vent his frustration. sure, he can go to the gym or the shooting range, but it doesn't give him the satisfaction he needs. the only thing that does is fucking you, drawing those sweet, sweet moans and cries from you as he thrusts into you.

usually you make it to the bed or at least to the couch with him when he gets home, but somehow, this time not. he's more stressed than usual, and having you jump at him and hug him the second he comes home, peppering his rugged face with kisses and whispers about how much you missed him makes something in him snap. he drops his dufflebag on the ground and holds you in a tight grip, pressing his chapped lips against yours, you know the drill by now. you stumble backward with him, already knowing you won't make it to the bed so you aim for the couch - but not even that. he grabs you by the wrist to pull you back against him, a dark expression on his face.

"where do you think you're going?" he mutters, before quickly wrapping an arm around you waist to hold you up before kicking your legs away. he catches you of course, he'd never let yoh fall. instead he goes doen with you, tossing you on the ground with a hand behind your head to soften the blow. all you can do is gasp as he turns you onto your belly, pulling yout hips up in a rough movement. you don't even try to tell him to slow down or take you to the bedroom, he wouldn't listen anyway - and honestly, you don't wanna wait either at this point. he's pulling your pants down along with your underwear, hell he wants to rip it off at this point. he gives your bare ass a hard slap, gritting his teeth at the sigh of your hole, his already painfully hard cock twitching in his pants at your little wince.

"fucking missed you.. missed you so bad.." he whispers as he licks two of his fingers before pushing them into your hole, making you clench around them immediately while he works your hole open for him. you try to stay in place, not squirm away from him, you know it'd be futile. he's only satisfied when he has you stretched around three fingers, moaning and almost drooling from the pleasure he's already inflicting on you only then he pulls them out, leaving you gaping slightly. you let out a shaky breath, pressing your forehead against the ground.

"j-john.."

"I know, I know bird." he hums soothingly, rubbing your hip with one hand, the other opening his pants to get his cock out. he gives it a few strokes before shuffling behind you, rubbing the tip against your twitching hole, teasing you just a bit before finally pushing inside. a desperate, almost embarrassing moan leaves your lips, your eyes widen, he holds your hips in a bruising grip to hold you still. it takes him a moment to collect himself, he swears he'll cum on the spot if he moves now. he leans forward, leaning his torso over yours, placing gentle kisses over your back wherever he can reach for a good minute before straightening up with a groan. his grip tightens a little more when he finally starts moving, slowly at first, before the room is filled with skin slapping against skin, moaning, crying and grunting. it's a mess, it's loud, the neighbours are definitely hearing how much you missed each other, but both of you care far too little about anything but each other right now, and that won't change until you're both laying on the ground, fucked out and spent.

[heartfullofleeches]

Femboy slasher Yandere and Darling is giving me brain rot SO BADLY RN. Okay so what if yandere is a playboy, luring in his victims using his oh so perfectly hot body. One day, he goes out late at night to a bar and finds Darling hooking up with some guy. He plans on killing the both of them, but loses them in the crowd. When he finds them again, Darling is gutting the fool who thought that they would ever touch scum like him, and yandere can't help but plan their wedding.

(This could kinda go with what I had in mind so I hope you don't mind me merging the two- Mentions of Murder/Death)

Femboy Slasher Yan + Femboy Murder-Streamer Slasher Darling-

"Looking for some fun?~ Two cuties seeking third partner to celebrate their anniversary with. Location and pictures provided after a few questions. See you soon ;)"

" "You're making this way too easy, love. People might get suspicious."

"Whaaat? No way - ugh, this blows. I wish we could go to our usual spot, but there's too much attention around that area after that last guy you picked...."

"He was being too sweet with you - he had to die...."

"All he did was give me a free drink - on my birthday!"

Yan's Darling is so weird. Instead of movies of grabbing a bite to eat, Darling has a different idea of what the perfect date night is. They're lucky they're so damn cute in red-

Derailing from your ask a little, Yan actually never murdered anyone before he met darling. Robbed them blind and maybe left a few in the hospital, but he never killed anyone far as he knew or cared. He used his looks to lure people in and take everything from them once they were under his spell. One day, he catches word of another cute face frequenting bars and other places Yan chose as his place of business. He couldn't have that. Eventually, Yan locates Darling on the same night Darling is luring some drunk guy behind some dumpsters. Yan heads over, hoping to catch some blackmail he could used to get Darling off his turf, but what he saw behind those dumpsters was not what he was especially to see."

"Hey gang~ Oops, looks like someone's finally feeling the effects of the medicine I put in his drink. We'll have to cut this stream a little short tonight."

Yan watches as the person behind the dumpsters slits the man's throat - blood mixing with white foam bubbling from his lips. The person looks almost identical to the boy Yan had seen early, but now he's wearing some weird make. It doesn't take long for darling to notice Yan. Instead of rushing him, Darling reaches into the man's pocket and pulls out his wallet - throwing it at the other male.

"That's what you wanted, right? I've seen you around here before, but I thought you'd be good bait to lead the police off my scent when this guy here was found... Wanna be friends?"

Yan should run. He should scream - yell for help, but the way Darling is so carefree and nonchalant about their crimes..... It's the hottest thing he's ever witnessed.

Darling tells Yan all about their life. Killing people has always been more of a hobby to them, but somehow they found a community of freaks who'd pay hundreds to see a cute boy like them crack someone's skull open. Better than being stuck as at crappy cashier job in their book. Their first manager would have been their first victim had he not passed away in an accident the same week Darling planned to butcher him.

Darling and Yan quickly come to the agreement that if Yan lures people away, Darling will do the deed. Yan develops more of a crush on darling seeing how much pleasure and glee comes from killing for rhem. Yan is approached by someone who's cautious of their new friend and warns Yan about them. Yan kills their acquaintance in a fit of rage after they express their plans on telling the police about Darling. Yan realizes he hasn't been entirely in it for the money and has developed feelings for Darlings. Feelings he'll protect in any way necessary. Darling is so proud of him. They give him their favorite knife as part of his promotion to becoming their partner. The two become a team who passionately kiss in between disemboweling the poor fool who was stupid enough to answer their online ad.

[10thmusemoon]

Title for the ask game!

"Good Graces"

lmao prim why does this feel like I'm seeing beyonce at the grocery store??? i love your fics!

okay hm content warning for angst, major character death, bad end

Shenbros that grow up alongside YQY and that somehow makes everything worse.

YQY still makes the unforgivable mistake of saving Shi Wu, Shen Jiu still steps in, but now he has Shen Yuan attached to him too. The two get taken into the Qiu household, QJL still develops an obsession with torturing Shen Jiu but now uses Shen Yuan as collateral.. If he doesn't behave, if he isn't perfect, well then, QJL will just see how his little brother does instead. Throughout this all, the two grow even closer, SJ doesn't let the resentment fester because SY is the only thing he still has, the only thing that keeps his sane. SY bandages his wounds in the night, holds him close, brings him into QHT's circle of safety with clever words whenever possible. He is the only good thing in the world now that Qi-ge is gone. They just need to wait for him to come back, and things will be fine.

And surprisingly, he does! This universe smiles down on SJ for once and shows him mercy. YQY looks like a prince standing behind his shizun, regal in his fine robes, and handsome in the way that well fed nobles can be. SJ tries to focus on the negotiations, but his eyes keep drawing back him yqy's face, awe and hunger at war. It's because of this that he misses the way SY goes stiff, head swiveling between the cultivators in silently growing horror.

The negotiations are easier than SJ ever thought they would be, his and SY's lives are traded from one hand to another like any dirty coin. The only difference being now they are indentured servants, their contracts having an actual time limit, the conditions of which only require them to be CQMS disciples until YQY becomes the new peak lord.

Which is...fine. More than fine, even! SJ is convinced that if he really wanted to, he could convince YQY to runaway with them afterwards. When he tells this to SY he's shocked by his insistent refusal.

"No, we have to stay at CQMS. No matter what."

Whatever.

For 15 solid years, SJ's life is good. He stakes his claim on YQY as soon as he realizes there are people interested in him, shamelessly making himself at home by his side. SJ excels at QJP, determined to be the one YQY can rely on. If SY insists on staying at CQMS, then SY will just have to make it theirs.

(years down the line is experiences gleeful joy at seeing people's face twist when it's revealed he's yqy's spouse.)

SY in all of this, is living in crisis mode! His brother is the scum villain and is going to get qi-ge killed! Why the FUCK did Airplane never mention any of this!!??? No matter how badly he wants to fuck off to the beast peak, he doesn't! He stays firmly on QJP, taking on all the duties that deal with the new disciples to keep them as far as fuck as he can from Shen Jiu's clutches!! When YQY and SJ finally ascend as peak lords, naturally he continues handling any responsibilities of SJ's that deal with one-on-one contact with kids. And honestly? That's the ideal! SY's cultivation has never been as strong as SJ's, he's not the one meant to be the protagonists' narrative foil after all! He can coast by on teaching the fundamentals!

In SJ's eyes, SY continues to be his filial younger brother, taking on the burden of the tasks SJ hates. He spoils him, when possible, in the way only SY and YQY ever seem to understand. They are the only two good things that have been and always will be his. He doesn't need anyone else.

And then NYY arrives, and no one is more surprised than he is that he looks forward to teaching her the guqin, delights in how quickly she picks up the erhu. He doesn't understand why SY looms nervously whenever she's near, is irritated when he starts to suspect why. It's their first huge blow up.

And then the boy arrives.

He can't explain why this particular disciple is so repulsive. Why the dirt seems to stick to him, no matter how clean he is. Filthy fingerprints on grasping hands. Wretched thing has a certain look in his eye, a hunger SJ knows will be ruinous, insatiable. Just the way he trails after SY is enough to make him spit! And SY has always been a soft-hearted idiot, falling for the urchin's sob story! Just as obsessed! If they don't nip it in the bud now, they'll be rumors about them. The kind of things that pull righteous cultivators down from the heavens!

YQY listens to all of this indulgently, combing oil through SJ's hair and kissing his temple. As always, no matter how hard SJ tries to hold on, yqy always manages to pull him from his mood.

"What's wrong with having a favorite?" "It's not the same and you know it!" "He's just a child, if you let Liu-shidi back on QJP, it won't even be an issue."

Lots of grumbling about toads wanting swan's flesh. They both know the root of the issue is just that SJ can't let anything that's his slip out of his grasps. His love is all consuming, kept close to his chest in the fear that it will be stolen away.

LQG is not allowed on QJP, instead, SJ starts to teach more. Tries to test LBH relentlessly, waiting for him to fail so he can prove a point. This makes things worse between the brothers, more and more arguments come up until they resort to childhood tactics of wrestling across the floor of the Bamboo house and ripping out hair. SY breaks a hair pin he knows YQY gave him, SJ tears one of SY's manuscripts on abyssal fauna in half. The fallout is ugly enough that Binghe and NYY run all the way to QDP, breaking past the sect leader's chief of staff about the impending death of YQY's husband and/or brother in law.

Kneeling in front of an amused yqy, bruised and with bald spots, both brothers Shen explain their case, each threatening YQY not to show favoritism to the other. The proposed solution is to have LBH spend some time on Qiong Ding Peak, at least until he's qualified to go on night hunts on his own. SJ is fully convinced he's won, is ready to smugly denounce any comments about Qi-ge's blatant favoritism.

Neither expect SY's eyes go wide, for him to lean forward until he's crawling to yqy's side in excitement. Luo Binghe's praises fall from his mouth like honey. SY's running to his room for a brush and paper, outlining lesson plans and tasks LBH can take on to learn about all the good CQMS does for the realm. To SJ's revulsion, SY badgers YQY until he promises to include one on one lessons. QDP already has a head disciple, there's no harm in it, right?

In Shen Yuan's eyes, a light from the heaven's has shined down on him. Invisible to all, the system flashes an exclamation point above yqy's head, offering an alternative option to saving the sect.

[MISSION OBJECTIVE: SHIBOS GOOD GRACES]

[DO YOU WISH TO ACCEPT? Y/N ?]

It's perfect! No matter how much SQQ hates LBH, the combined forces of SY and YQY will stand united against him! The sect will be saved and SY will never see his white lotus darken! Maybe, and he's nearly salivating at this point, LBH might even consider staying at the sect and becoming the next QJP lord! It will take, of course, years to soften up SJ to that point. But really, when has he ever said no to SY when it truly mattered? He just needs to suck up and live in Shen Jiu's pocket for a little, it's fine! This will be easier than the time he accidentaly came back with several short haired monsters after a mission with LQG and needed a place to keep them! And now they farm them for brushes!

SY sleeps soundly for the first night in years, comforted in the knowledge that LBH's work ethic and stubborn tendencies will surely endear himself to YQY eventually. And then, one day, he knows with certainty, that if he's not there to protect LBH, YQY surely will.

The Immortal Alliance Conference is as disastrous as it was always going to be. There is a countdown floating ahead of Shen Yuan that only he can see. Sweat is pouring down his face as he fights his way after demons he once dreamed about. SY lost track of his brother ages ago, the two separating to different crisis points to save as many disciples as possible. At the three minute mark, bright blue laughing kaomoji offer their congratulations, informing him that the inmun requirements for SHIBOS GOOD GRACES have been met.

SY nearly collapses with relief, his steps slowing down a fraction, just enough to catch his breath. Fuck teaching the fundamentals to scholars nerds did not help him retain cardio! The times is in it's final seconds when he makes it into a clearing, eyes blinking rapidly in disbelief when he passes Xiu Ya embedded into the forehead of a Black Moon Rhinoceros Python's skull. Then, just further ahead, Shen Yuan's heart falls nearly out of his chest.

There are tears streaming down Luo Binghe's face as he tips backward off the cliff. The huadian beneath his messy hair shines a bright red, the soft glow reflecting off Yue Qingyuan's black pauldron. The sect leader, his da-ge, is slumped against Luo Binghe, arms in a tight embrace, an unfamiliar sword piercing him in the back as the two tumble towards an abyssal rift.

The wail of a dying beast pierces through SY's stupor, SJ stands with a blackened hand outstretched, only steps away from following the only man he's ever loved. Shen Yuan moves faster than he ever has before, half blinded by notifications he's never seen before. Something about heartbreak points, swords, and narrative foils. He doesn't care! He doesn't care! SJ is writhing in his hold screaming like a madman, over his shoulder Luo Binghe is getting smaller and smaller, Yue Qingyuan's robes fluttering around them like broken wings. Screams echo through the clearing long after the rifts have closed.

"I'M SORRY I'M SO--"

"QI-GE YOU BASTARD! YOU PROMISED YOU WOULDN'T LEAV-"

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Five years later, Luo Binghe returns to Cang Qiong Mountain Sect, notably missing the great Xin Mo sword. The protagonist kowtows in the bamboo house, forehead touching the floor and arms extended out to present a mahogany box of bones and a long sword with a plain scabbard before an alter. Shen Yuan kneels next to him, chest shaking with labored breaths, he follows suit with is forehead pressed to the floor. From his peripheral, he can see the way Binghe's shoulders have started to shake, a puddle of tears collecting just beneath his face. A tally of points starts to flash above the boy, Shen Yuan closes his eyes, another useless apology passes through his mind.

"Gege was right, Qi-ge came home."

[satansapostle6]

Kids | Rodrick Heffley

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Rodrick Heffley becomes obsessed when he finally meets his thirty-five year old band mate, Bill Walter’s, younger sister.

Warnings: Mature themes/language. Drug use. Violence. Almost smut. Choking. Semi-public. Knee riding.

“The Angel From My Nightmare”

“10 Things I Hate About You”

“Alright, go have fun. Come get me if you need something,” Sara told her younger brother.

“Do you have to stay?” Connor complained as she and Lauren sat at a table.

“Sorry, kiddo. We gotta have fun too,” she teased. “Go. Have fun. We’ll be all the way over here, you won’t even know we’re here.”

That turned out to be completely wrong.

“It’s super crowded in here… Even Heather Hills and her friends are here tonight,” Lauren observed.

“Ew. She puts the ‘bully’ in bulimic,” Sara muttered.

“Yeah, even I’m not that far in denial,” Lauren agreed, turning as everyone noticed a loud feedback coming off of the DJ’s microphone.

The music stopped, and no one knew what was happening.

“Alright, enough of that,” Rodrick Heffley’s voice blasted over the speakers, replacing the music that had been playing.

Everyone at the roller rink stopped to see that he and the rest of the band had set up near the DJ booth, completely hijacking the music.

“Oh my God,” Lauren whispered, looking to Sara. “Did you know about this?”

“No,” Sara hissed, looking at Rodrick in horror.

“We are Löded Diper, and we’re here to blow your minds,” Bill joined in.

“Oh my fucking God,” Sara murmured, trying her best to blend into the crowd as she scooted as far down the bench as possible.

But she quickly found that anonymity definitely wouldn’t be in the cards for her tonight.

“I’m Rodrick. Rodrick Heffley,” a shaky voice breathed into the mic.

“Hurry up!” someone’s dad yelled, more irritated about not hearing music than the whole music hijacking situation.

“Alright, uh… I’m here to sing one song. It’s a very special song, that goes out to a very special girl. Sara? Sara Walter?” Rodrick desperately searched the crowd for her.

He eventually found her, staring right at her as everyone in the roomed stared, including Heather Hills and the other ‘popular’ girls. Sara’s eyes widened with rage as her little brother and his friends all stared in her direction.

“Sara,” Rodrick stared, his eyes full of fear. “I… I’m sorry. You’re the prettiest, smartest girl in the world.”

Sara’s face went pale as she slowly turned to Lauren with all eyes on her.

“What the fuck?” she mouthed silently.

It seemed no one had anything to offer.

“Sara, I know you’re probably mad at me, and you probably should be. You’re beautiful, and you’re kind, and I don’t deserve you,” he blurted out as everyone watched.

Heather and her friends were now whispering and pointing in disgust.

“Listen, Sara, I get it if you never wanna talk to me again… But I really, really like you,” Rodrick announced in front of the entire building.

“Get on with it already!” another impatient onlooker shouted.

“Right, yeah, here goes,” he continued, rambling as he signaled to the band to start playing. “This song is for you, Sara Walter.”

Bill waved to her excitedly, completely unable to read the room as he tried to make the situation less intense. She watched, completely frozen as the band started playing. It was a bit rocky in the first few seconds, but then, she immediately recognized the song after the first few chords.

Struck by the effort that went into coordinating the entire thing, Sara could hardly control her racing thoughts. She didn’t know whether to be angry at Rodrick for the spectacle, or charmed by the gesture, or creeped out by the entire thing.

“And I’d give up forever to touch you…” the sixteen year old boy sang shakily in front of the crowd, his vocals questionable at best.

“'Cause I know that you feel me somehow

You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be

And I don't want to go home right now,”

Some people in the room, namely Heather’s group, laughed and whispered as Rodrick took the stage. Eventually, the teasing throughout the room got to be brutal, but he still persisted, trying his best not to break.

“God, he’s an idiot, but I still feel kinda bad,” Sara murmured.

“Sara. I’m gonna be completely honest with you,” Lauren raised an eyebrow. “You need to go kiss that boy right now.”

“Seriously? I’m just gonna run back into his arms because he made a fool of himself for me?” she reasoned. “That’s his whole brand!”

“Sara,” Lauren reminded her, her approach stern but caring. “Would Jake Anderson ever have performed your favorite slow song for you in a room full of people, even if his singing was pretty dog shit?”

Sara sat in silence for a moment as everyone still looked over at her, trying to gauge her reaction.

“What about Tyler Hayden? Or Lenwood Heath?”

“Okay, I get your point,” Sara said softly.

“I haven’t seen anybody give this much of a fuck for you since you were with Nadine,” Lauren admitted. “And you know how much I liked you guys.”

“Yeah,” Sara thought, considering her options.

“I think he really means what he says. Even if he’s fucking stupid,” Lauren told her.

Sara just sighed, looking up at Rodrick on the platform as he sang for her, never taking his eyes off her even once. It was the only thing keeping him grounded.

“And I don't want the world to see me

'Cause I don't think that they'd understand

When everything's made to be broken

I just want you to know who I am,”

He sang like his life depended on it, which it kind of did. As much as Sara hated to admit it, she saw a look of genuine regret in his eyes that day. All she could think about was how much she really did like Rodrick, all the way until the end of the song.

It ended and a complete silence washed over the room, as just about everyone just stood around waiting for a resolution. Even security had been waiting until the spectacle was over to intervene. This wasn’t the first time this had happened, but it was the first time that yielded any interesting results.

Of course, Heather and her friends wouldn’t stop whispering, but Rodrick refused to pay them any mind. He cleared his throat as the song ended, staring out at Sara with a sad, dopey look in his eyes as he prayed she’d forgive him.

“Fuck it,” Sara muttered to herself, walking out onto the rink.

She marched up to the platform looking both angry and confused. Rodrick didn’t know what to expect, and slowly stepped down in shock. He stood right in front of her, walking up to her as he waited for her to react to him in some way.

“I’m sorry,” he started to apologize, “I didn’t know how to make it up to you—”

“I don’t care,” she said finally, a resolve in her eyes.

“What does that mean?” Rodrick asked, ignoring the girls who were pointing and making fun.

“That means, fuck it, Rodrick Heffley, I’m really starting to like you too.”

Rodrick’s grunt of surprise was muffled into a spontaneous kiss as Sara jumped into his arms, which was met with a mostly positive reaction from their audience. He was hesitant at first, slowly warming up to her again as he scooped her up in his arms, kissing her lips like he’d never get the chance to again.

After a moment, they remembered where they were, and Rodrick awkwardly set her down on the ground with reluctance. He looked up and down nervously, not sure what to say now.

“Can we go?” Sara asked, uncomfortable as she looked around.

“Yes,” he nodded automatically, willing to comply to her every whim, “Yes. We can.”

After being kicked out of the roller rink, again, Rodrick and the rest of the band walked out to the parking lot, reviewing their performance that night.

“You know, I know we’re metal and all, but that was fucking beautiful,” Ben seemed to be teary-eyes.

Rodrick and Sara stepped outside for a moment, as she leaned against the wall in silence, trying to think. Knowing what might comfort her, Rodrick pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, opening it as he offered it to her. Nodding appreciatively at the gesture, Sara took one and held it in her mouth as he lit it for her.

“I’m sorry,” Rodrick blurted out finally, a pained but far away expression on his face, “I, uh… I didn’t know how else to show you I meant what I said. That I really, really like you.

“It’s okay,” Sara sighed, just hoping to move on from the issue, “I understand. Really. We all backtrack. I’m over it.”

“No, really. I don’t want you to think I made a scene just to distract from the way I acted,” he said slowly. “I really meant what I said—”

“Rodrick,” she said, eyes wide open, “It’s fine. It’s done. I’m over it.”

“No, I owe you an explanation,” he sighed, “I… I’ve just never had a real girlfriend before…”

“Dude, this isn’t exactly breaking news,” she looked at him with dead eyes.

“Okay, can you just not be a total fucking asshole for like one second?” Rodrick demanded with laughter.

“Okay, fine,” she threw her hands up in surrender, “I’m listening.”

The look on her face was less than convincing.

“You’re a bitch,” Rodrick laughed, no longer able to take himself seriously, “You’re a fucking bitch,” he pointed at her, his finger less than an inch from her face.

“Oh yeah?” she teased with a light chuckle, cigarette butt dropped to the ground and forgotten.

“Yeah.”

He stood in front of her, trying to remain serious as he leaned against the wall, his hand resting just above her head.

“You’re a fucking bitch,” he repeated playfully, trying to perfect his more serious demeanor.

“Am I a bitch, or are you just a little bitch?” Sara proposed, intentionally provoking him.

“No. You’re just a bitch,” he promised her.

Neither were sure exactly how it happened, but as he got in her face and challenged her, he attempted to jokingly pin her to the wall. At first, this entailed his arm resting on her chest, but then suddenly turned into something else entirely.

Rodrick didn’t intend it at all, but suddenly, the both of them found his hand slipped as he held her by the throat, still grinning.

“You’re such a fucking bitch,” he told her, before coming to and realizing that he was actually choking her.

First, his eyes fluttered as he realized the mistake he’d made, but once he saw he’d reaction, he felt himself giving into it.

“Fuck,” he moaned out loud, his finger pads pressing on her pressure points harder.

She softly sighed in excitement, the contact with the pressure points heightening the experience even more. Rodrick looked at her with pleading eyes as he choked her, admiring her gratuitously.

He leaned in to kiss her, groaning into her mouth as he pressed her against the wall with his large hand wrapped around her neck. She reacted by pulling him in by the collar, making him feel something even more euphoric. She deepens the kiss, tongue slipping into his mouth as he slowly moved his leg up her body, not stopping until his knee trailed down to her center.

For just a moment, he stopped kissing Sara, huffing softly into the warm skin of her neck.

“Is it bad that I kinda wanna see you fuck my knee right now?” he wondered.

“Yeah,” she nodded. “And it’s hot.”

He chuckled happily as he sucked on her neck, roughly biting and sucking. He pushed his knee against her, practically fucking her with it against the wall behind the roller rink. She quietly groaned in frustration as she tried to align herself perfectly on his knee.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he gasped, eyes closed as he kissed all over her neck. “I hope you know you could ask me for anything. I’d do anything for you, or to you.”

“You’re so sexy,” Sara whined.

“I’m serious. If you wanted me to, I’d eat it from the back, and enjoy it,” he said completely deadpan. “All I wanna do is take you home and lay you down and make you come any way I know how.”

“We should probably stop this,” Sara thought intuitively, “Before this wall ends up pregnant.”

“I can’t control myself when I’m around you. And not cuz I think you’re hot,” Rodrick stated. “Honestly. I just see you and I wanna give you everything.”

“You already have,” she confessed, never having seen anyone so willing to risk things for her.

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A/N: not sure if this is good, wrote it after doing a line

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[torakowalski]

Swimmer Steve Part 10!

I think it's time to start apologising to the real life athletes whose medals and finish times I'm stealing for Steve.

Today I learned that there were no semi finals for these races in 1988. The fastest 8 went through to the A Final to compete for medals and the next fastest 8 to the B Final to compete for 9th to 16th place.

(part one | part nine)

Eddie thinks his ass might have left a permanent dent in one particular seat on the second tier of the Jamsil stadium.

It's a good seat, close enough to the action to still be able to make out Steve's expressions before and after every race but not so close that Eddie will be tempted to shout anything out to him, specifically.

He'd sat closer to start with, near a group who turned out to be the friends and families of a couple of the other swimmers. But when they'd clocked him as American, they'd wanted to know who he was here to support, and he'd had to make up some bullshit about being an exchange student with a swimming obsession.

Now, he sits between some Canadian and French supporters, who are either too polite to ask why he's there or don't give a shit either way.

Steve's heats are going well. He's through to the A finals in all the strokes that have competed so far. Eddie's been watching as the roving press get more interested in him, sticking microphones and cameras in his face while he's still wet and breathless from a race.

Eddie got a postcard from Mike this morning, that just said, For the love of God, make him put on a shirt, so Eddie guesses at least some of the interviews are making it onto TV back home.

Tonight, Eddie's back in his favourite seat, waiting for Steve's first final, the 100m backstroke, and all of a sudden, he can't breathe quite right. This is it. Shit. If he's nervous as all fuck, he can't imagine how Steve must feel.

"Don't expect too much," Steve had said last night, sitting barefoot on Eddie's bed. "Dave, the other Team USA guy? He's the world record holder."

And Eddie's not expecting too much, he swears he isn't, but shit he hopes Steve doesn't come last. No matter what Steve says, that'd hurt him.

Eddie tries to cheer like a regular fan, when Steve comes out, not like a besotted idiot who got given kisses seventeen through thirty-one last night.

It's hard though, because Steve looks really, really good. He slides into the water, all graceful and strong, miles of skin and inches of swim suit and takes up position, feet and fingertips on the side.

Steve's in lane seven, so on the opposite side from where Eddie is sitting. Eddie slides forward in his seat, then a little further, then a little further more. If he goes any further, he's going to end up breathing all over the dude in front of him, but at least he can see Steve better now.

The whistle blows, the guys kick off, and Eddie finds himself saying, "Fuck," without any input from his brain. He's pretty sure it's loud enough in here that even the guy he's breathing on doesn't hear him.

Eddie can see David Berkoff, the one Steve said is gonna win, out front followed close behind by a Japanese dude and two guys from the USSR.

Steve's in sixth just before the end of the first lap, which is great, it's not last, but somehow he's in fifth by the time he actually makes the turn. Heading into the second lap, the final one, he overtakes one of the USSR guys and suddenly he's in fourth.

Eddie jumps to his feet, leaning all the way forward so he doesn't miss a stroke.

Twenty-five, maybe twenty metres to go, Steve pulls level with the other USSR swimmer. Eddie is gonna throw up. Fully puke out all his tension.

Steve's joint third. Right this second, he's joint third. Even if he falls back now, he's gotta be happy with this race.

Except. Except he doesn't fall back, he pulls forward. The guy from Japan takes gold, David Berkoff takes silver and Steve takes the motherfucking goddamn bronze.

Eddie screams. He doesn't care if it's not subtle or if anyone is turning to look. He couldn't keep quiet if he tried. That's his guy down there and he's an actual, honest to god, Olympic medalist.

Down in the pool, everyone is congratulating each other. A few people swim over to clap Steve on the back, but Steve's eyes are locked on the umpire, like he won't believe it until he hears his scores.

"Sakuzi: 55.05; Berkoff: 55.18; Harrington: 55.21," booms over the tannoy, first in Korean, then in French, then finally in English.

Steve's whole face breaks into a smile, and Eddie watches as he laughs to himself, incredulous. He pulls off his swim cap, shakes out his hair, and looks up at the stands.

Eddie wonders, for a second, what Steve's looking for, then he realises that it must be him. He waves, both arms over his head. He should be too far away for Steve to see, but Steve's smile widens, and he waves his cap in Eddie's direction.

What the fuck?? he mouths.

Eddie, who is also thinking, what the fuck, can't do anything but send him an exaggerated, over the top kiss in reply. It'll look like a joke, if anyone sees, but he means it with all his heart.

(part eleven)

[greenteabelle]

feeling some type of way about q!philza talking about his wings healing . 

as an immortal who has roamed the earth for centuries , q!philza knows how to adapt to his surroundings . against the blazing sun , thunderous rain , snowy blizzards and harsh winds , his wings have gotten used to adjusting to each type of weather no matter where he goes . 

then he wakes up feverish and sweaty on the train to quesadilla island , immediately aware of the sudden loss of weight off his back . he doesn't know what the federation did to his wings , how rough they must have been as they snipped his feathers this way and that , but it did the job . 

now bony and crooked , his wings are useless . 

so he binds them with bandages , eyes red-rimmed from tears , and keeps them hidden securely under his cloak . he pulls himself together and does what he has always done best : move on . 

when he meets chayanne , his wonderful , lovable son , he makes sure that the bandages are just tied a bit tighter . 

because when he is faced with the starry-eyed gaze of wonder for each heroic tale he spins before chayanne's bedtime , he can't bear to tell him the truth . chayanne doesn't need to know how far he's fallen from grace . 

how pathetic he's become . 

but he makes do with life , as he always does , and takes full advantage of the surprising resourcefulness of the island . 

the paragliders . then the tridents . then the grappling squok . the last one still freaks him out with its sounds , but he keeps one on him at all times . 

anything to feel that rush of wind blowing against his hair , the weightless moments in the vast blue sky . 

then he wakes up in purgatory with the other islanders , not a single item in his possession , and he does the only thing he can do .

survive . 

that alone is hard enough to accomplish , especially when there's a group of misfits looking to him for directions as the island does its very best to get rid of them . despite the odds stacked heavily against them , he is anything but a man who lacks faith . 

so they run as swiftly as they can , fight as desperately as possible , hide as discreetly as they're able .  

over the course of two days , q!philza finds himself standing up for members he's barely interacted with and stepping in with a fierce determination when they're threatened . 

somehow , in the shittiest place imaginable , q!philza has found himself another family to protect . maybe it's the adrenaline , fueling his desperation to finally have a family he can protect . maybe it's the habitual indulgence , finding himself fond over their amusing antics in the face of danger .

whatever it is , it makes him decide to trash the bandages that have grown worn and tattered and leave his wings hanging limply but exposed . 

because in such a fucked up world , who the fuck cares about ugly wings anyway ? 

the members notice , particularly q!jaiden and q!baghera , but they don't ask questions . 

slowly adjusting to the ever-changing obstacles that the island throws at them , they keep pushing and pushing and pushing . things get better . they always do . 

but sometimes … things are too much . 

sometimes there are one too many disasters . 

sometimes there are one too many altercations . 

sometimes there just isn't much hope left to go on . 

the first time one of those moments happen , q!philza finds q!jaiden and q!baghera still awake despite the late hour , huddled close to a campfire and their eyes dazed from fatigue . they're unusually quiet and twitch ever so often as the flames dance dangerously close to them . before he can stop himself , he asks them a question . 

“ could i preen your feathers ? ”

their matted wings haven't escaped his notice even since day one , but he didn't want to overstep at the time . perhaps even now he's overstepping , so he scrambles to retract his question with an awkward excuse , only for them to nod quickly without a moment's hesitation . 

so he shows them the ropes , and guides them through each step he takes as he handles their feathers with painstaking care . 

he also doesn't ask why they don't know how to do it themselves . 

just as he's done with both of their wings , he fully expects them to go to sleep immediately , finally finding some peace in the midst of constant chaos . what he doesn't expect , is for them to ask if they can do the same to his wings . 

his broken , pathetic wings . 

his first instinct is to refuse , as kindly as possible of course , but when he's met with the poorly disguised nervousness on their faces , what else can he do but say yes ? so he agrees , going against every instinct in his body for exposing the weakest part of himself to others . 

and when they touch the first feather , q!philza physically restrains himself from swiping at their throats with his sword , digging his nails into his palms with a white-knuckled grip . as they continue , he can't quite conceal the violent shudder down his spine , but it gradually resides that by the time he finally has the sense to check on them , he's horrified by the sight of blood on their hands . 

he immediately fusses over them , the guilt over not warning them beforehand about the razor sharp edges of his feathers making him sick to his stomach , but they only grin brightly . 

“ didn't we do a good job , philza ? look at your wings ! ”

sure enough , his wings look better . 

it's still tattered and utterly useless , but they do look better . 

“ you did great . let's find some bandages for your cuts and i'll teach you how to avoid hurting yourself in the future . ”

the next day , the three of them look the most rested they have ever been since the day they stepped foot on this island . 

so it becomes a thing . every night before they turn in , q!philza helps them clean their feathers and they do the same for him . eventually , q!cellbit , q!foolish and q!charlie join them when their curiosity is too obvious to ignore . their movements are clumsy and inexperienced , yet their touches are gentle . 

a new routine is thus added to each member's day , though it feels as natural as if they've been doing it since day one . 

one day , q!philza is gathering resources with q!etoiles for the team , when the latter makes an off-handed remark . 

“ by the way , phil , your wings look cooler than before . ”

“ aww , thanks mate . ”

then the words really hit him . 

slowly , q!philza extends his wings forward and sure enough , they look different now . there's visibly more feathers than before , almost covering his bones completely , and even a faint gradient sheen on them . his wings feel solid now , not just hollow reminders of what they once were . 

they look familiar now . 

when he sees the secretive smiles his members share as they see him spread his wings a little more , a feeling of overwhelming fondness fills his heart . how does he thank them ? how does he show how grateful he is for having members as wonderful as them ? 

he plans . 

every night , after their preening session and everyone has gone to bed , he sits on the edge of his bed , which is really just a straw mat , and spends just a bit extra time to stretch his wings and preen those feathers . there’s hope blooming in his chest , for the first time in a long time , and he persists . 

then on the final day of battle , q!philza spreads his wings . 

across the expanse of the blood red sky , he soars .

[purr269962]

‘ten years’

genya shinazugawa

childhood friends

modern!au

(just as a note i wrote this a long time ago in my notes, never thinking i’d post it… so)

-not edited-

Genya Shinazugawa. He was the boy who used to tug at your hair and blow raspberries in your face when you first met in kindergarten. You’d run screaming to your mother after school ended, crying over how the bald-headed boy used to pester you. although somehow, you couldn’t help but run back. every time he’d call you ‘stupid!’ or ‘annoying!’, you couldn’t deny the way he made you giggle whenever you decided to fight back.

“get out of the way!” his squeaky voice huffs angrily. his little hands grab at your tiny forearms and push you out of the way so he can get to his cubby.

you stood your ground, huffing triumphantly when he stomps over to the teachers desk, crying out that ‘she’s not letting me get to my cubby!’. his angry wailing makes the teacher pinch the bridge of her nose and snap.

“enough! you two go to the make-up corner!” she grabs the both of you by the hand.

great.

the makeup corner was a small corner consisting of two beanbags in a tucked away nook in the colorful classroom. posters of the golden rule plastered all over. it was a time out sort of place made for when arguing children, like you and genya, went too far and were forced to make up.

“ten minutes okay?” the teacher clicks the timer on the shelf nearby and steps away, tending to the other children that stare and let out small ‘oooo’s.

genya slumps down on the bright green beanbag and kicks his feet angrily, before his steam runs short and he stops after only a few moments. you do the same but on the darker blue one next to his, and glance at the steps to ‘rekindling friendship’ and you pout.

“i can’t even read.”

your focus shifts to him, curled up with his knees tucked to his chest, his crossed arms resting atop. his scowl is sour, and you can’t deny it’s a little silly.

“me too.” you admit.

“what do you think it says?” his face softens ever so slightly

“probably that you’re ugly.” you puff out your cheeks to prevent a laugh from coming out.

he furrows his brows and looks at the paper.

“nuh-uh!” he says in disbelief

you nod in response.

“well i bet it says you’re uglier cause you’re a girl!” he spits back and you gasp, picking up the paper and looking at it.

the only words you can make out is ‘friends’ and filler words like ‘the’ and ‘and’. challenge accepted.

“well i think it says you smell!” you pinch your nose, playing the part.

his hands reach out and grab the other end of the paper.

“well i bet it says that you’re stupid!” he tries to tug the paper.

a back and forth ensues, a tug-of-war game starting laced with childish insults. you are kindergarteners after all…

“i bet it says that… that…” you struggle to find a worse insult.

“that you’re a…” you hesitate, thinking of a word that your parents had said before

“-you’re a shit!” you gasp as soon as you say it and he gasps too.

his face reddens with rage and he tugs on the paper one final time and…

*RIP*

a loud tear silences the both of you. the paper is split right down the middle.

she should’ve probably laminated it.

you both look at each other in surprise, fear evident in both of your little eyes. a million thoughts run through your minds and it’s put to a stop by your muffled giggles.

genyas face softens at your unexpected reaction. he can’t help but sigh in defeat, letting a few closed mouth giggles slip out.

it was odd. how quickly you both just went from arguing to giggling in the make-up corner together. you both laugh even harder at each others laughter which makes it get louder and louder as time passes. the childish nature of a ripped paper being your biggest worry seems silly, but what’s even sillier is the fact you can’t seem to stop laughing, the anger for one another ticking away with each gasp for air as you laugh uncontrollably. the ticking wasn’t imaginary though as it finally came to a stop when the ringing of the alarm goes off.

for the rest of the kindergarten year, you find yourself in the make-up corner with genya almost on a weekly basis, but this time it’s intentional. it’s the only time you are able to find where it’s just the two of you to speak about your crazy child imaginations. you then find out he lives a street over.

you find yourself sitting against the wall of the school building next to genya as your parents speak with his mom, speaking a little quieter.

“what’re they saying?” you whisper, nudging your face close to his ear

he grumbles and pushes your cheek away.

“i dunno.”

you then understand what they were talking about as now you walk to and from school everyday with genya and his older brother sanemi. the taller white haired boy walks ahead as you and genya shuffle quickly behind, occasionally nudging each other back and forth.

once you’re finally able to walk where it’s just you two by 3rd grade, sanemi starting high school made him start taking the bus, you promise to link arms to stay together and so you’re ‘less likely to get kidnapped’ as both of your parents said.

and so you did, and the closeness of your linked arms as you walk just begun many silly conversations. which begun a friendship of a lifetime.

later in life you realize the make-up corner wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

—

as years pass, genya is still mean to you but with a sense of protectiveness underneath it. as you both jump from grade to grade, his buzz turns into a short mohawk. it looks stupid. but you don’t tell him that unless you wanna get socked in the arm. he only hits you now with a reason… up until eighth grade.

it’s the first day of eighth grade when your stomach turns at the sight of your longtime friend. his little body and big head grows to the point to where he’s nearly a foot taller than you. still scrawny but his height is undeniably different.

“what’re you looking at?” he narrows his eyes at you angrily, but a sense of insecurity behind his cold gaze.

“when did that happen? i literally saw you all summer.” you frown and look at him confused

“when did what happen?” he asks, genuinely confused.

“you’re like the tallest in the grade!” you look around at the other students passing by, nodding your head specifically at the kid who used to be the tallest in seventh grade, genya easily taking his spot as number one

“oh. i guess i didn’t realize…” he looks down at his shoes and notices his uniform pants are a little shorter than he remembers.

“well maybe you idiots are just shrinking!”

he pushes your shoulder.

you honestly start to consider he was right as he just kept growing.

twig arms and legs turned to tree trunks and the scar that rests underneath his right eye lengthens with age. his face chisels and his voice goes from squeaky and crackly to deep and gruff. his stupid mohawk you mock grows out into soft waves at the end. his scowls turned to soft smiles in your direction whenever he was able to make you laugh. maybe you were insane but if you said he looked ugly, you’d be lying.

—

“what took you so long huh?” a sophomore genya crosses his arms, resting against the gate to the campus

“making up a test from when i was sick the other day.” you murmur, texting your mom that you were on your way home

“hope you failed” he grumbles and turns on his heel to walk with you as you exit the campus, on your route to walking to your home first, then genya walking to his by himself.

“wow thanks.” you stuff your phone into your pocket and adjust your backpack, letting it rest comfortably across your shoulders.

“i have so much homework” you pout to yourself as you look at your feet when you walk, occasionally kicking rocks softly that end up in your path.

“shoulda done it during your break but you were too busy talking.” he hesitantly reaches out his arm.

yes. you still did the tradition. and what about it?

you link your arm with his without a second thought and trek on

“aoi needed my help!” you defend and he scoffs.

you continue rambling on about the drama of the day, you being his news channel basically. you always filling him in on things he fails to notice throughout the day.

“-and she literally like went up to the other girls desk and was like ‘you wanna fight or something?’ and the other girl was all like ‘what are you talking about?’” you ramble on and you arm absentmindedly squeezes his. he tenses slightly and chuckles sheepishly to brush it off

“…wild” he says dryly.

as you guys take your usual path to your houses, you are always reminded of the spots where you and genya spent most of your days after school and during your seasonal breaks off.

you reminisce when you see the garage door you crashed your scooters into, breaking genyas pinky. the corner where you both sold lemonade during hot summer days, completely overpricing them by a dollar. The street lamp where you busted your lip, which led to genya screaming and freaking out and just tightly holding his palm to your lip. The neighbors house where you used to sneak onto their trampoline and used their huge backyard for ‘ghosts in the graveyard’. The old elementary school where you guys became friends in the first place from that god-forbid make-up corner. And the kamado household which held many birthday parties in its basement, which included many games like truth or dare, which led to genya pecking you on the cheek at the age of 12.

once you finally reach your street, you can almost feel the breeze from the memory of racing down the road on your bicycles.

you walk in comfortable silence as you finally approach your door, releasing your arm from his. he gets a chill from where your arm used to be.

“see ya tomorrow?” you always say as if you don’t already know he’ll be there waiting right at 7:30 in the morning with his backpack taut against his back.

he nods with a soft smile before its replaced with a neutral expression

“see ya” he murmurs as he playfully nudges your shoulder as you walk in, a certain look in your eyes as you peek one last time at him doesn’t go unnoticed, and it makes his heart race for some reason.

once the door clicks shut, he sighs and looks down at his feet and he gets a big thump in his heart which travels to his stomach.

“dammit.” he grumbles under his breath

partly because he knew now he had to walk all the way back to his house by himself, no chatterbox to keep him company. but underneath, he knew it was really because of the realization he had fallen for you.

you didn’t even do anything. this was a regular day for you so why did this happen today? you didn’t do anything out of the ordinary, no extra attention, no touchiness. just same old you.

he turns to get on the route to his own home, his steps a little heavier from when they were with you.

-

he pushes the heavy front door open, a loud creak echoes in the process and he steps inside, taking off his shoes.

“‘m home.” he mumbles and looks to the living room, seeing his older brother grading papers with a scowl.

sanemi peers up at him through his white lashes as a greeting.

“where’s ma?” genya asks, scratching the side of his cheek

“she picked up another shift tonight. probably won’t see her for the rest of the day” sanemi responds coldly as usual, his voice gruff and tired

genya nods in understanding. he shuffles his feet and stands in place for a moment before he inhales.

“i’ll be in my room” he mumbles and turns to head down the hall to his room. sanemi doesn’t answer.

he goes to his room and gently closes the door and sets his backpack down by the door. his home life was contently quieter compared to yours. he didn’t mind though. it gave him a break from the more chaotic environment of hanging out with you and your other little group of friends.

he goes on about his after school routine. doing his homework, avoiding his math homework until he finally gives in, catching up on social medias, and just relaxing. as he lays on his back on his bed his mind wanders to you again and how he felt earlier when we was left at your front door once you went inside.

why does he feel like this all of a sudden? that one look in your eyes just changed his whole perception of you.

since genya has hit puberty, he’s viewed girls differently. not in a creepy way just… different. like he’s ultra aware of himself whenever he’s in direct contact with one. he used to smack girls with markers and throw erasers at them… but now? he can barely even hold a marker when there’s an exceptionally pretty girl in front of him, like the artistic upperclassmen miss kanroji.

but he never felt that way with you.

he’d never hesitate to chuck a notebook at your head when you say something stupid, flick your forehead when you do something embarrassing. whenever you went out to a fancy restaurant with your small group of friends, he wouldnt even acknowledge that you’re wearing makeup or a pretty skirt.

but now as he thinks back on those moments, he curses himself for not seeing your beauty sooner.

his thoughts are intruded by a harsh knock on his door which makes him sit up straight

“yea?” he calls out and the door opens and his white haired brother steps in, the phone pressed to his ear

“whadaya want for dinner? mom’ll order us something.” he asks with his natural scowl on his face

—

meanwhile you finally finish your homework and toss the books in your backpack and flop on the bed while you’re on the phone with your friends. aoi, kanao, and nezuko.

“finally done!” you groan while you stretch and your friends dryly congratulate you

“i gotta go.” kanao says suddenly with her usual soft voice

“huh?” the rest of you guys say in unison

“i have someone coming over.” she mutters, an extra softness in her voice and the rest of you groan in annoyance. you all already know who.

“quit taking my brother from me!” nezuko whines with a giggle. “but yeah i should go too. i gotta get some rest for tomorrow.” she says lightly and hangs up immediately after. leaving you and aoi in the call with a moment of silence

“i hate boyfriends.” aoi blurts out

“you don’t even have one?” you say snarkily

“or should i say not yet-“

“shut up you know what i mean!” her voice shrieks out and you laugh in response

“they think they’re slick ditching us for their boyfriends.” you change the subject

“wish i could do that” aoi sighs, a ruffling heard from her end as if she’s moving on her bed, getting comfortable.

“same.” you blurt out before you could realize what you said

“oh?” aois voice picks up

“wait-“

“genya?” she immediately says

“what?!” you say a little louder than you mean to before immediately hushing yourself

“i wasn’t thinking. i mean like i…” you start, not knowing where you’re going with your words

“mhm.” aoi says lowly “yeah.”

“whatever. i’m going to bed” you try to change the subject

“is genya there?” she sneers

“oh my-!” you start before your phone beeps

-call ended-

“-god…” you scoff in disbelief and turn over to lay on your back.

—

the next morning genya patiently waits for you at your front door yet he can’t help but put his fingers to his forehead, wiping the sweat from his hairline away.

why is he so sweaty? it’s a chilly morning…

he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before he hears your door click before you pop out, hair a little messy and your uniform shirt collar not folded down. on a usual day he would laugh and call you ugly but the way your bags under your eyes complete the look makes him not able to look away.

“hey.” you sigh out, smoothing your uniform skirt out, not noticing your collar.

“rough morning?” he snorts out and walks towards you, reaching his hands out without thinking

you freeze. since when did his hands get so big?

“what’re you doing?” you blabber out

he freezes too and his face turns beet red, his shaky hands retract to his sides, his shoulders stiff and raised to his ears

“your… your collar.” he stutters out and your face turns pale

oh.

“oh.” you repeat what you said in your mind, feeling stupid as you reach your hand to your neck, your fingertips grazing your unfolded collar.

“thanks…” you mutter out and fold it down, looking away from him.

you toss your backpack over your shoulder and you walk down

“ready?” you ask, trying to break the awkwardness

he inhales sharply and nods, just a pink tint to his cheeks now. you link arms and start making your way to your school. about a fifteen minute walk.

“i texted you last night” he says quietly

shit.

“really? sorry. i didn’t notice…” you say, guilt making the tips of your ears burn

“it’s fine. i just needed help with math but uh… sanemi helped.”

“yikes….” i scoff, knowing how rough his brother is when it comes to math

“i was on the phone sorry…” you scratch your cheek

“it’s okay. with kanao and aoi i’m guessing?”

“yeah and nezuko. they ditched for their boyfriends” you grumble the last part

“so basically just aoi.”

he snickers “they seem to do that a lot.”

“i mean i probably would too if i had a boyfriend” you shrug before you can comprehend what you just said

he purses his lips in thought. “don’t tell me you want a boyfriend again.” he sighs.

every once in a while, you went through a phase of desperately wanting a boyfriend. it sometimes occurred after seeing an old couple eating at a cafe, your own parents dancing in the kitchen illuminated by the fridge light, or even in your own friends. now was one of those moments.

“imagine having someone who loves you like that at such a young age!” you defend yourself, nudging his shoulder with yours.

“even aoi was agreeing with me!”

“cmon now… you know if inosuke wasn’t as stupid as a fish they’d be like that too.” he deadpans in your direction, his voice still gruff from the early morning.

you giggle at his attack at inosuke and you sigh, agreeing with him.

“seriously though.”

his heart beat quickens and there’s a long pause.

…

“i don’t really get it.” he blurts

you turn to look at him, squinting in confusion.

“huh? don’t get what?”

“how they love each other if they’ve only known each other since like…” he pauses for a moment and flicks his tongue out to wet his lips. “-eighth grade?” he stares straight ahead as he keeps walking, basically pulling you along by your linked arm.

you furrow your brows curiously

“that’s a long time.” you reason.

“i know but it’s just like- if you’re going to like fall in love with someone… i feel like it should take longer than just like two… three years.” his voice is oddly calm.

“how long do you think it should take?” you say quietly, wanting to make sure you listen closely

“like ten.” he says calmly without thinking

“ten?” you snort in disbelief and then you think closer.

kindergarten to 10th grade….

you gulp and you hear your heartbeat in your ears

“tens a lot…” you feel yourself go from linking your arm with his to absentmindedly resting your hand on his upper arm, his bicep tenses under your touch

“i mean- yeah but…” he gulps too.

“it’s just.. i feel like people need time to get to know stuff about each other.”

“a whole decade?” you tilt your head

“it took me this long to know everything about you.”

oh god.

“hey guys!” a kind voice rings out.

you guys didn’t even realize you were standing in the middle of the courtyard, your hand gripping his arm. you scramble off, leaving a foot in between the two of you as you see tanjiro skipping over

“morning!” he waves and shines his usual goody goody smile

“hey tanjiro…” you respond, still shaken up from what just happened

“hey genya, wanna come to the library to check out the book you were looking for?” he asks, standing close to him with a big smile.

he nods desperately stepping away from you and walking with his hands stiff leaving you there by yourself.

what the hell just happened?

“what’s up with him?” aoi startles you out of your thoughts when she yanks your shoulder

“i…” you think about telling her or not

“-i’ll tell you at lunch” you say with your shoulders slumped as you both walk to your classes, a certain blue haired boy joining in half way.

they bicker back and forth but there’s no real sense of anger taking place. it reminds you of when you and genya were kids. inosuke being genya picking a fight and aoi being you, trying to get him to shut his mouth. you find it sweet but you definitely feel like a third wheel and it annoys you slightly. you wish they’d just cut the crap and get together…

maybe that’s how all of your friends feel about you and genya?

“hey i’m gonna go to the bathroom before class starts. i’ll catch up okay?” they both nod curiously and the second you walk away, you can hear their bickering fade out the father away you walk.

once you hear that they’re far enough away, you swerve and take a different route to your class.

—

the lunch bell rings and you zoom to the courtyard, finding your group sitting under a tree, lunches in their laps. with three extra visitors….

“hey guys you got here quick.” you sit down in front of the three with their plus-ones, and you suddenly feel disregarded as they giggle.

nezuko spoon feeding zenitsu who has a lovestruck look on his face, kanao and tanjiro sitting criss cross from each other and chatting away softly, and aoi defending her food from her “friend”, inosuke.

you close your mouth when you realize they aren’t listening and you lose your appetite before you feel the toe of a shoe hit your lower back softly. you look up expecting to see genya but…

oh.

muichiro looks down at you between his long hair with a bored expression on his face. he was a freshman you just happened to be acquainted with in some of your classes due to his high academic levels.

“oh hey muichiro. what’re you doing here?” he usually didn’t sit with you, but then again, neither did your friends’ boys.

“genya told me to tell you that he’s in his brothers classroom. so he wont be out for lunch.”

great.

“okay bye now.” he says quietly before he catches tanjiros attention and he beckons him to sit down. you sigh in relief when he accepts, sitting right next to you.

now you don’t look.. that lonely. tanjiro goes right back to chatting away with kanao as soon as he sits

“do they always act like this?” he squints at the three boys and you shake your head

“i don’t know why they’re here.” you shrug, putting your lunch away from your loss of appetite.

muichiro pauses and peeks at you from the corner of his eye, noticing how you’re avoiding their direction as if it’s bothering you.

“is genya usually doing the same with you?”

your eyes pierce through his, blown wide. as if on cue zenitsu’s cheesy giggles echo through your ears and nezukos soft cooing. you think you’re gonna be sick.

muichiro doesn’t seem to be noticing how what he said affects you and he just goes back to sitting in the grass, running his hands along the blades, blunt edges from being recently cut.

you close your eyes and take a deep breath, hoping the bell rings soon.

—

“hey so what were you gonna tell me about genya this morning?” aoi tilts her head while you guys and kanao walk to the library for your free period after lunch

you peer around the three of you for any signs of someone who could hear.

“he said something weird this morning.” you start, pulling them into one of those noise cancelling cubicles in the library and slide the door shut. when you turn around you see them sat down with their heads cocked to the side

“how so?” kanao squints

“okay so yesterday i was going on about how i wanted a boyfriend right? nothing really weird about that since-“

“you do it all the time. yeah” they finish your sentence in unison

you grumble and sit down across from them

“okay so.. he was all like ‘don’t you think it’s weird how your friends are like in love if they haven’t known in each for that long?’” you start telling them the story where you ask how long you think someone should know someone for them to fall in love.

“-and he said ten.” you say firmly, as if they’ll understand immediately

“ten years?” aoi scoffs

“that’s what i said! but then i thought about it more…”

they lean in close to listen

“kindergarten to sophomore year. ten. years.”

their eyes light up, their faces entertained

“like what does that mean?!” you ask smacking your hands to your cheeks.

“that he’s in love with you?” kanao questions

“there’s more!” you cut her off

“so i was like ‘tens years is a lot’ and he was like-“ the memory flashes through your head

~~

it took me this long to know everything about you.

~~

you shudder just remembering it and say it aloud and they both gasp and say your name in a sing song tone

“like what is that supposed to mean?!” you basically say again and you hide your face in your hands, resting your forehead on the table.

the two girls glance at one another and aoi gives kanao a look that goes over your head since you aren’t looking

—

genya sighs as he finally exits his brothers classroom, the tense air slowly fading when he sees tanjiro, zenitsu and inosuke approaching. they invite him to the library for their free period as well and genya nods, although he was expecting to spend it with you.

the four walk to the library, inosuke acting crazy and zenitsu smacking him on the shoulder when the classes they pass close their doors from his loudness. they make it to the library and notice the three of you guys in a cubicle and decide to sit in the one right next to it. genya notices how your face is stressed and nervous while aoi and kanaos are smug and giving each other looks. he wonders why….

kanao catches a glimpse of tanjiro and motions a phone with her hand. tanjiro checks his phone and his eyes squint

“i��ll be right back guys… i’ll catch up!” he says with his usual smile and jogs off, meeting with kanao in between the aisles of the library.

inosuke and zenitsu are bickering, telling him to be quiet in the library when genya pulls the door closed.

kanao and tanjiro conjure up a plan, while genya decides to step out and look around at the books. little does he know, you both have the same idea

you step out of the cubicles at the same time and notice each other

“oh hey! i didn’t know you were in here.” you skip up to him

“oh hah.. i did.. i didn’t wanna bother you though.” he rubs the back of his neck

you both wander to the bookshelf and look at the books together. you suddenly reminisce on when you both were skipping at the beginning of your freshman year, you both snuck off to the library because you were bored.

-

you saw a cool book on the top shelf and you wanted to reach for it but it was way too high. you both come up with the brilliant plan to climb onto his shoulders.

not a very brilliant plan.

you crash to the ground with the book in hand and the librarian catches you both, earning you your first of many detentions that year. it was worth it though. it was hard fighting back a burst of laughter when the librarian screamed in your faces with her wiry grey hairs and deep wrinkles forming deeper when she was angry. the second you got kicked from the library, you got scolded by another teacher for laughing so loud.

-

you slowly walk to another aisle when you hear whispers

“you have to get how he feels about her!”

it’s kanao

“i already do! he’s like desperately in love!”

that’s tanjiro.

you both lock eyes, curious on what they’re discussing and you both tip toe impossibly closer without being seen

“she’s been going on and on and it’s so clear they’re into each other so help me out?” she asks softly

“alright. but if he gets mad…-” tanjiro answers reluctantly

“thank you! i promise genya will be grateful eventually!” she squeaks out

your blood runs cold and you’re now extra-aware of the fact that they’re talking about the both of you, as you’re BOTH listening. you don’t dare look at him, staring wide at nothing

they skip back hand in hand to the cubicles and you slowly turn to look at genya, feeling a thousand pounds heavier

“uh…” he says with his teeth clenched

you stand up straight and lean your back against the bookshelf behind you. he does the same across from you.

“alrighty then…”

this is NOT the way you wanted this to happen

“so…”

the next few moments are filled with ‘uhh’ and ‘umm’

“i’m sorry” he says softly. softer than you’ve ever heard

“what?” you look up at him, eyes searching his face to look for a sign of what he was feeling

when you glance up, his hands are on his face, his shoulders raised to his ears.

“genya?” you try to get his attention

he inhales sharply and drops his hands

“i like you.” you notice his hands are in fists, his nails digging crescents into his palms

“woah woah-“ you start, completely taken by surprise, not expecting him to go with it. you thought he’d swear up and down and deny it.

“wait no-“ he corrects himself and starts off with your name firmly

“-i love you. and yes i was talking about you this morning. and yes i meant you when i said ten years. actually maybe not even that but- i don’t know. doesn’t matter. i really love you and im so mad at myself for not seeing it sooner.” he takes his heavy hands and drops them on your shoulders, feeling like bricks landing on them but you don’t care.

you stare up at him with glassy eyes, your head bumping against the books behind you as you jolt from his palms placed on your shoulders

your breathing is heavy and slow, mentally building confidence to answer him

“i… love you too.”

—

“where’s genya and (y/n)?” the couple asks aoi and the two boys before they both hear a book slam against the floor of the library close by.

zenitsu jumps and shrieks and gets smacked down by inosuke

“shut up!” he grumbles

aoi tilts her head follows where the slam came from with the rest following closely behind. they peer around the corner and all gasp

genya trapping you against the bookshelf, his hands gripping the wood of the shelf for dear life as his head is tucked down, his lips smushed against yours. your hands gently cupping his cheeks as both of your eyes shut tightly. the kiss looking almost aggressive but soon turned gentle once the nervousness washed away.

zenitsus shrieks pulled the two of you apart and inosuke punches his shoulder, making him cry out again. there’s a moment of silence between you all until the librarian approaches

“shinazugawa and (y/l/n)! principals office now!” she shouts

[stargirlfics]

Hey. I absolutely love your head cannons. I have another one for you. Alfred turning reader down gently because he thinks she is too young for him. She is really hurt but does not want him to know. But he realises that she withdraws from him. Then he finds out that she is actually older than he thought.

Thank you so much! 💕

Ooh I love a little angst and this gives me some unrequited love vibes, but with a happy ending once he realizes he misunderstood!

Actually me, withdrawing and having a breakdown cause i would probably be too young for him dhdjdj

Just thinking about the ache there, the fact that Alfred turns you down gently, somehow an even bigger blow that way because you mustered up the courage to tell him you’re interested in him like gosh, the gentleness and respect he would show you while telling you he can’t reciprocate would almost make it sting more because he’s being the endearing, kind man that made him so attractive to you in the first place!

Maybe the hurt extends both ways a bit because Alfred had been looking at you also, pretty much since you’d come to stay at Wayne Manor and put in charge of upkeep of the manor’s library. Bruce had hired you, I imagine as a surprise to Alfred after he’d mentioned to Bruce one day that he was going to need help restoring and keeping up with the extensive library.

So Alfred went to Bruce with a few nonchalant questions, nothing out of the ordinary when he passed it off as inquiring about a new hire but the answers leave him a little disappointed and he’s a bit caught off guard at just how disappointed he is, Bruce dropping a comment about how he wasn’t the youngest person at Wayne Manor anymore, you were.

He hadn’t specified how young but that didn’t matter, Alfred already thinks that means too young for him to be interested in, it wouldn’t be appropriate especially because you were working for him and staying in the house. He wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable or make you feel pressure when he’s sure you wouldn’t be interested in an older man like himself let alone your employer at that.

But you’ve spent more and more time near each other and all those little chunks of time and conversation build up and you both blossom a crush for each other quietly, blind to each other’s lingering eyes! Until the moment you finally decide to tell him and it’s so hard not to crumble in front of him when he says,

“I’m far too old for someone like yourself, miss. I would only stifle you. You deserve someone more your age, a proper relationship and those days are behind me I am afraid.”

I would be in shambles. 🥺

He thinks he’s done you a favor, shown you as much mercy as possible, trying to put the fault in himself in hopes that you’d move on painlessly, that it wouldn’t hurt you so much as it hurts him to have said that but he’s misunderstood that also!

It hurts more than you expect, for so many reasons and it hurts to be around him, to face him when all you want is for him to grab you and tell you he doesn’t care about anything that may keep you from being together and that he just wants you. So you withdraw, you start avoiding him, you’re no longer in the library when he expects you to be, he doesn’t even catch you in passing anymore it’s like you’ve shut yourself away and he’s made restless about it.

It worries him, Alfred hates the thought of you being hurt by him, that he thought your confession of interest in him was surface level. He feels guilty but knows it’s for the best, it just wouldn’t be right for him to pursue anything. He had to start getting you out of his thoughts. Thoughts he realized seemed to be frequent.

Maybe after that Alfred goes to Bruce again, mentions that he hasn’t seen you lately, wondered if you were sick or on vacation and Bruce clocks the slight tinge of concern in his voice and that’s when he asks if something had happened between you guys. Please the drama, the way assuming things gets us nowhere but hurt feelings!

Alfred explains what happened and that he turned you down and Bruce is like….when I said youngest I meant by a year and it’s a big ohhh moment for him and also a relief because he feels much more confident in tentatively pursuing something, still worried about what lines were crossed by all this but also not being able to ignore how much he wanted to see you right now, that he missed your presence.

So he’s excusing himself then because now he understands and he’s got an apology and some confessions of his own to tell you, his feet carrying him to the one place he knows he might find you…in the library where this all began.

~

The hurt/comfort vibe is really everything to me! Thanks for this headcanon, anon hope you enjoy this little ramble of what it might be like! 💞

[oopsiedaisiesbaby]

how are the KMITD boys spending christmas? both in the future as a family and during their first years together🥹

Oooh I haven’t thought about this too much past the one little mention in Ours a Love I Held Tightly, this is fun 😍 I somehow took this too far and not far enough lol

Their first Christmas together, John’s still in HS so they have to spend it apart, Gale and Marge are still keeping up appearances with her family so they have to show face there. Before Christmas they go to a walk through light show in the city together on a date night and accidentally start a tradition of competing to see who can find the most out of pocket light display that they keep up every year after (like someone keeping up Halloween decor but adding Christmas elements). They do sneak away together a couple of days after for Gale’s birthday to stay in a hotel in the city and exchange gifts. John is adamant that he’ll always keep Gale’s birthday and Christmas entirely separate moving forward though (spoiler alert, he succeeds).

When they move away together and it’s John’s first year of college, they haven’t hit their big fight just yet, but things are a little tense by Christmas. John’s still in contact with his family because the money they send him when he asks for it is kind of keeping them afloat and Gale’s dad finds him and starts contacting him again by that point too. There’s tension because John’s family wants him to come home and Gale’s dad is trying to weasel in and Gale’s never spent a Christmas without Marge since he was 16 and they’re still not talking… they finally end up just doing the two of them, no decorations, and nothing Christmasy except that they walk around and look at Christmas lights together with some hot chocolate and things feel okay for the first time in weeks, they see a reindeer with a bikini on it at a frat house that wins the light award that year.

By the next year, Gale has cut off his dad entirely again, John’s gone mostly no contact with his family, and John is determined to make Christmas an experience. It was always so formal and boring with his family. They’re not struggling too bad despite not being supplemented by John’s parents because Curt has moved in and is helping with bills. So, John goes to thrift stores and gets an obscene amount of Christmas decor and decorates the day they get back from Thanksgiving break at the Biddick’s back in Wisconsin. He even gets a fugly little tree and Gale’s never gotten into Christmas because he didn’t celebrate from ages 9-16 and after that it was Marge’s family traditions he had no connection to, but he gets INTENSE about the tree. Curt and John are not allowed to help because they “have no taste.” They walk around and look at Christmas lights together and it’s a tough call on whether their shitty ass lights are the worst or the neighbor with the sexy Santa blow up, sexy Santa wins because Gale doesn’t want to hurt John’s feelings lol

This is the year Gale gets stupidly into baking because he’s started volunteering at an old folks home and his favorite senior mentioned how much she misses decorating sugar cookies. So he perfects his recipe just for her and Curt and John aren’t complaining but the team dietician is. Curt and John start trying to perfect their boozy hot chocolate recipes and they get Gale drunk for the first time because he’s the only one willing to taste their concoctions. They visit the Biddicks for family Christmas with Curt a week before actual Christmas which starts a yearly tradition of that. They get another terrible Charlie Brown Christmas tree, Gale is still stupidly into decorating it and making it perfect. Someone tried to make shrek out of lights and that wins that year.

Things are a bit wild this year because it’s John and Curt’s senior year and they’re both preparing to graduate and get drafted. John proposed that summer, so they’re planning a wedding. John has convinced Gale to start the surrogacy process because “it’ll take forever Gale, we’ll pay off the credit cards when I get drafted” except it goes much quicker than they were expecting and their surrogate is already 2 months pregnant by Christmas. John brings them both back down to earth when Gale gets in a tizzy about perfecting his gingerbread recipe that year for the senior facility to make gingerbread houses and they go look at lights and talk about the traditions they want to start for their kids. There is a twerking snoopy lawn display that wins that year. Curt contemplates his life choices when John drunkenly announces that Gale can’t drink the boozy hot chocolate that year because he’s pregnant and rather than fight it Gale just shrugs.

They’re in NY by this point and it’s stressful. John is drafted to his dream team the Yankees (Curt was drafted elsewhere and they’re devastated) and they’ve got a 3 month old (Maverick), they’re newly married, and Gale is doing his stay at home mom thing and is absolutely thriving by that point while John is kind of struggling because he’s not the best on the team anymore. They still use their shitty thrift store decor but they get a nice tree from a tree farm and Gale insists on being the one to decorate the tree still but he lets John put the star on top this time. Gale has found a children’s home and a senior living facility to volunteer at and creates a red velvet cookie recipe. They walk around with baby Mav to look at lights and John is a little morose but perks up considerably when Gale hands him a thermos of hot chocolate and it is a perfect peppermint mocha boozy hot coco. They’re in the city so the light displays aren’t so elaborate but they do find a Santa riding a dinosaur that begrudgingly gets a win even though it’s not that bad.

John has become fast friends with another player, Brady, and Gale has become besties with his husband Benny, so they were already doing better mentally despite the continued stress. The cherry on the Sunday is that Curt has been drafted to the Yankees so John is reunited with his best friend. Gale has really hit his stride now and is in all kinds of things with baby Mav along for the ride. They start a tradition of buying an ornament for him as a Christmas Eve gift and plan to continue it for all of their future kids. They also decide to try for another baby that Christmas because John is getting more playing time which means more money. Gale makes a pink velvet cookie recipe to take to the children’s home, senior living facility, and library because John wants a girl and he’s being indulgent. They bring Curt, Benny, and Brady along to look at Christmas lights and decide to drive out to the suburbs this time. They all unanimously agree that the Rudolph with the shot gun wins because why does that even exist?

The twins, Bennet and Knightly are a couple of months old, so it’s a bit hectic but at 2, Maverick understands a lot more so John makes a whole production about Santa that year even though Mav doesn’t fully understand (taking bites out of the cookies, leaving a foot print by their fake fireplace… etc). Gale is pressed about it, but he lets Mav decorate the bottom of the tree and just redoes it when he’s down for a nap. They continue the ornament tradition. Curt has started an elicit affair with the team’s head athletic trainer, Ken, and they invite him along to look at lights with them and he and Gale get along like a house fire because he likes to tease John and Curt just as much as Gale does. Also, Gale loves how good he is with the kids. He loves Brady but he acts allergic to them and Benny is just clueless. The display that wins that year is a blinking light show with words, expect the people messed up and it’s all gibberish. Curt and John make everyone (except Gale) ill with their latest boozy hot coco concoction.

John’s really hitting his stride this year so they’re a lot more financially comfortable and contemplate taking a trip but when Gale points out they wouldn’t be able to pull of the Santa stuff, John vetoes it. Gale makes lemon blueberry cookies (on top of all of his other now famous recipes) because someone in his and Marge’s (she moved to NY after her and Lil split) book club said he couldn’t beat hers. Gale once again redecorates after Mav and the one year old twins ‘help’ decorate the tree because he can’t have his tree looking like shit. One of John’s presents to Gale that year is a key to a house (fake one, he’s not buying a house without Gale’s input) and one of Gale’s is a onesie for a little girl because he knows how much John still wants a girl, so they agree to try for another. Ornaments are still a thing for the kids. They look at lights just them that year because Curt and Ken have adopted Olivia and are adjusting to being parents and Brady and Benny dipped to go somewhere tropical with their families. There is a whole beach scene with Santa and Mrs Claus that wins that year and John made a horribly disgusting hot butter rum hot coco that Gale dumps out immediately to John’s chagrin.

They now have 4 kids, 4 and under because Charlie (“Goose”) was born around Thanksgiving. Things are chaotic because they also just moved into their new house. They are thriving in the chaos though. John has to hire someone to help him decorate because it’s their first year with extra extra money in a house they can decorate the outside of since they moved to New York. Gale has started a bake sale/drive thing that the team has to work and donate the money to a charity and Gale perfects his cowboy cookie recipe that year much to the team’s delight. John is ‘yes and��ing’ himself with the Santa bit much to the kids’ delight. Someone has an anti Yankees light display that makes John and by proxy, Maverick, so upset that it wins by default. Gale and Ken do not let anyone try John and Curt’s coco recipe that year because they saw what they put in it and “no jungle juice hot coco is not a funny idea.”

John is a star player by this point, they’re already trying for baby #5, and Christmas is somehow simultaneously a production but not a source of stress in the Egan household. Christmas Eve ornaments are very much still a thing, everyone gets to decorate the tree, but now Gale gets to put the star on top since he doesn’t get to make the tree perfect anymore. The Biddick’s actually come to NY that year and they have family Christmas all together at the Egan house and it becomes a permanent tradition after that rather than everyone packing up to go back to Wisconsin. Gale thinks John has lost his mind with the Santa stuff but the kids love it so he lets it slide. The Yankees cookie drive is a staple of the community despite it only being year 2 and Gale has to have help baking his established recipes if he wants to perfect his chocolate peppermint cookies… he’s a little miffed about having to let other people cook his famous recipes because he knows they won’t be as good but he’s got 4 kids 5 and under, PTA shit, various sports and activities for the kids to worry about, his book club, his volunteer stuff at the library, children’s home, and senior facility, his personal yoga class… etc. and John gently bullies him into slowly giving up some control on running some of it. The winning Christmas light display that year is someone who made it look like the reindeers were having an orgy and everyone’s wondering if they need to cover the kid’s eyes but they’re all just kind of in shock. Gale lets himself get tipsy on John and Curt’s boozy orange hot coco that’s actually pretty good.

They’ve now have 5 kids with Cassiopeia in the mix and this is the year they have the bright idea to surprise their kids with a dog (enter: Waffles the Golden Retriever). Gale finally doesn’t feel pressed anymore about not having the perfect tree because it brings the kids so much joy to decorate it with their shit and special ornaments plus he still gets to do the star. John has gotten insane about the Santa stuff. Footprints by the fireplace, having the kids spread ‘reindeer food’ in the yard, eating the cookies, stomping on the roof in the middle of the night (Gale has to convince Bennet and Knightly to not investigate or they’ll end up with coal lol)… it’s beyond extra but they love seeing how excited the kids are about all of it. Ornaments for Christmas Eve are still in full swing, the Biddick’s still come for family Christmas the week before, Gale still runs the cookie drive and he destroys everyone (it’s not actually a competition but it is in Gale’s mind, he wants to be the #1 WAG) with a pecan cookie recipe he invented. They have to throw away the pot that John and Curt tried to make their boozy hot chocolate in that year because they catch it on fire. The winning light display that year is a house that spelled out “send nudes” in lights, not because it’s more absurd than previous ones but because of the lack of pizazz put into it that could’ve made it truly funny.

I’m gonna stop here but they def keep their traditions going, even when they have another big fight and when things start shifting around as they grow and adapt as a family 🥰

[comfymoth]

idk if i’m just incredibly lost or if you have posts that already talk about it but what’s the “situation” between leon and milo (like they’re history with each other)

you have to imagine my face when i saw this in my inbox, ok, you have to imagine my evil sinister grin, rubbing my evil little paws together, Evilly. yesss. YESSSS finally an excuse to ramble about my guys, ohoho, today is the day!!

i mean the easiest way to summarize it is just. they had the kind of childhood friendship a lot of gay kids have, the kind that’s overly intense and not fully understood, so eventually it just imploded. and then they kept trying to be friends, over and over again, and it kept being overly intense, and it kept on imploding. multiple times throughout high school. because they Never Learned.

the starting incident, though, was in middle school.

or, really, the starting incident was in first grade, when milo kissed leon while playing house. just as part of the game, he was just mimicking what he saw his parents do, but that was the catalyst for the whole stupid thing. because years later, in middle school, that would be his excuse for why they should totally kiss each other “as practice”— they’ve technically already done it once, so one more time wouldn’t matter. it’s basically like it doesn’t count!

it’s terrible logic. the kind of nonsense excuse only an infatuated twelve year-old can come up with. but leon is Also an infatuated twelve year-old. so he goes along with it.

it isn’t just a one time thing, either. milo keeps finding excuses to do it again, and again, “for practice,” or “as a joke,” and eventually without any justification at all. it’s just a weird game they play, and it’s fun, for a while. but eventually leon gets frustrated with it. because the more common it gets, the harder it gets to pretend that this is something normal friends do. at least, for leon it does. milo never acknowledges that there’s anything off about this at all. which is weird, right? because he’s always the one asking for it, it’s always his idea, and yet he acts like it means nothing. he never wants to talk about it. he never acknowledges it when leon tries to hint that maybe he does. leon genuinely isn’t sure if milo understands that this isn’t a normal game, or if he does and he just doesn’t care about what it might make leon feel. so he kind of starts resenting milo for it. he stops playing along, and he starts getting distant.

and that freaks milo out! because he has no idea what leon’s feeling— from his perspective, leon agreed to this in the first place because it meant nothing, so he’s acting like it doesn’t because he’s terrified of ruining things by taking them too far. and now despite how hard he’s tried to play the game by what he thinks are leon’s rules, he’s somehow ruined it anyways! and leon won’t tell him what he did. he won’t tell him anything. no matter how milo tries to fix it, leon just stays closed off, so milo starts to resent him for that.

when milo finally gets fed up and accuses leon of being a shitty friend, leon has the exact same thing to say to him. everything just blows up, they have the worst fight they’ve ever had, and the entire time neither one of them brings up what it’s really about. they end it swearing they’re never going to talk again, and still not knowing why the other one was really upset.

they would attempt to become friends again at multiple different points over the years. never Actually sorting any of this drama out at Any point. and instead consistently falling into the same fucking pitfall of insane gay tension mixed with zero communication over and over again.

in fact, they will not finally sit down and get closure on this specific event. until they are in their twenties. because they are morons.

[bioshook-wynand]

Since my friend and I are playing Bioshock 1, i wanted to share some of the things that have happened so far:

- We sat and watched the plane fully sink

- "OUGH?!" < her reaction to the giant Ryan statue

- Right off the bat she didn't trust Atlas and said his wife and child aren't real

- Every security bot is named Jeff

- The wrench is also Jeff(rey Bezos)

- We spent 30 minutes trying to get to Steinman because I forgot I has to throw the bombs at the debris blocking the entrance

- We went through 4 nitro splicers before I realized something wasn't right. I do this everytime. I literally replayed Bioshock like 2 weeks ago and forgot how to do that

- I've died more times in this playthrough than I ever have in Bioshock 1

- Keeps asking me if Atlas is evil, I keep telling her no and that he's my babygirl

- I've been spoon feeding her Atlas propaganda so hopefully she'll trust him by the end

- LOVES the little sisters, terrified of big daddys. She screamed the first time we had to fight one

- I tried to get the first bouncer stuck behind the register in the Medical Bay, but absolutely shredded him before I could

- The women were too stunned to speak

- We sat under the floor of the McCracken Crab trying to kill a Rosie. I died.

- I also hid under the floor of the Fisheries and smacked Splicers that walked overhead

- I got killed by a (different) Rosie like 5 times before I finally killed her

- Also ran from the third Rosie repeatedly before I finally killed him

- She chose target dummy for our first real plasmid

- I've only ever used it when losing control of the plasmids. So I've only used it once-

- Me: God I hate Andrew Ryan

Her: Bash his brains in

Me: *Hephaestus flashbacks* Oh I'm gonna

- Spider splicer: *angry screeching*

Me: New wife for you

Her: Great, thanks

- Hates it everytime I say "Snappies"

- I spent way too long looking for the final spider splicer before realizing I could take a picture of a dead one

- She did trust Peach Wilkins though (Somehow??)

- "I've got a really bad feeling about this" intensifies

- Yelled "THIS IS YOUR MAN⁉️" When Atlas walked out and almost missed Ryan's speech and the splicers bc of it

- Predicted the sub would blow up, but was shocked when it actually did

- I think she begrudgingly trusts Atlas now, his acting is peak

- I also went on a 2 minute rant about him and she made fun or me the entire time

- *finds a crawlspace full of Atlas posters*

Me: Oh my god, this is where I live!!

Her: NO

Me: With my Atlas posters and my.. Pistol bullets??

Her: N O !!

- #1 Langford stan (she's in love with her)

- Got jumpscared by the Houdini splicer that appears behind you (We both screamed)

- I was laughing bc his shadow was looming over us, then slowly turned around and we had a staring contest before I finally shot him in the face

- I've literally never seen him just sit there before?? He always disappeared as soon as I turned around. Wild

- She compared Langford writing the code on the window to 11307 from Danganronpa (iykyk)

- Cue disappointed sighing (Not really, I laughed really hard)

- This entire playthrough has just been me aggressively hitting on Atlas and her reevaluating our friendship

- Not even the posters are safe

- "Who is Atlas?"

Me: My husband

Her: UGH

- Saying "This is for me!!" every time I see an Atlas poster

- She is genuinely considering killing me

- Made me harvest a little sister to see what would happen 😔 We reloaded tho it's okay

- I've found so many secrets in this playthrough, including a vent that goes to a meat locker in the Farmers Market

- It felt like I was getting chased by everyone in Rapture while trying to make the Lazarus Vector

- I also (somehow) shot the big daddy in Langford's office while fighting splicers

- That was terrifying

- *Enters Fort Frolic* Me: It's about to get real silly

- I've been hyping up Cohen this entire time because I knew she would like him

- Unfortunately, she does

- She gagged at the "expectant mama" line

- Got jumpscared AGAIN by the splicer in the basement of Sinclair Spirits

- "SINCLAIR WHAT THE FUCK"

- I can never find the record store when I play Bioshock, this time was no different

- I gave up and went after Hector instead

- When we met Silas Cobb she yelled "KITTENS??"

- She agrees Silas is a discord mod

- We spent like 2 minutes straight trying to catch Hector and Silas

- I also got jumped by a bunch of splicers every time I tried to kill a bouncer

- She lost it at Cohen walking down the stairs

- "HIS GAY ASS WALK"

- I smacked Cohen after his speech and immediately ran

That's all so far, but we'll hopefully play some more this week!

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Since I’m absolutely losing my mind simping for him, here’s some ler Kurama HCS!

Ler Kurama who chuckles sweetly as he tickles someone.

Ler Kurama who says “now, now, no trying to hide from me. You’re quite cute when you’re laughing like this.” When his lee hides their face.

Ler Kurama who is so evil with anticipation. He’ll wiggle his fingers above their tickle spots until they’re curling in on themselves and whining for it to either A) stop or B) start already

Ler Kurama who likes to tickle Yusuke as a stress reliever (and let’s be real, Yusuke doesn’t much mind it either)

Ler Kurama who inadvertently follows the “ler goes for their own death spot first” rule and always goes for Yusuke’s legs when he starts.

Ler Kurama who somehow cannot be caught and having the tables turned on him (except for Hiei bc they’re about equal in strength)

Ler Kurama who ALWAYS wins tickle “fights”

Ler Kurama who sneaks a vine to wiggle against Kuwabara and Yusuke’s sides when they’re bickering in public. “Not now, you two. Remember where we are.”

Ler Kurama who is somehow the biggest instigator of chaos amongst the four of them??? If the two humans even put so much as a toe out of line, he looks at Hiei and the two nod in complete understanding.

Ler Kurama whose teases are so freaking evil even though he’s got that serious tone. “Aww, you’re quite amusing. Now, what happens if I were to try here? Or here? Oh, dear. That one seemed to really start you up. Perhaps I’ll stay here for a minute.” (EVIL)

Ler Kurama who has a LOOK that tells Yusuke and Kuwabara that he’s not goofing around and he will not hesitate to wreck them right there.

Ler Kurama who constantly checks in on his lees to make sure they’re comfortable and not in pain. He stops as soon as they’re ready, and never wants to push them too far.

Ler Kurama who gets caught up in the fascination of tickling the boys more often than not. “The human body is so intriguing.”

Ler Kurama who tenses when Hiei places his hands on his thighs with a menacing grin. “It sure is, Suichi. Why don’t we discover if the great Kurama shares the same weakness as these two hooligans.”

Ler Kurama who finally gets paid his due…

JWJSJWJSJKWKSKSKSMS AHHHHHH 😍😍😍😍😍😍 DUCKY THESE ARE MAGNIFICENT!!! I personally headcanon Kurama to be such a ler, so these are MAJESTIC!!! 🥰🥰🥰 Thank you for sharing!

Because you’ve gifted me such a delightful set of Ler headcanons, and because you’ve ended on such a great transition; allow me to provide some Lee!Kurama in return…

Lee!Kurama who’s laugh is so soft and prince like and will be damned if that changes.

Lee!Kurama who breaks near instantly the second someone touches his knees/the terrible spot beneath his thighs.

Lee!Kurama who covers his face when laughing and struggles to remain composed cause it tickles like crazy and he doesn’t wanna kick anyone in the face ajznnans

Lee!Kurama who also has a ticklish neck- soon discovered by Yusuke who wanted to see where he hid his rose in a hair.

Lee!Kurama who can tease like nobody’s business but if you call him a “cute little fox” he gets beyond flustered, cheeks red and unable to make eye contact (Don’t even get me STARTED if you sing-tease at him)

Lee!Kurama who was the untouchable tickle monster until Hiei finally figured out what tickling was (I headcanon he isn’t all that familiar with it until he spends a good amount of time with the boys) or Yusuke and Kuwabara teamed up. Now he’s got somewhat of a challenge to deal with.

Lee!Kurama who’s ears are so sensitive he can’t stand someone blowing air against them (*cough*Hiei*cough* *cough*Yusuke*cough*) If you puff even slightly he’ll squeak and get all giggly and just- Ahh!

Lee!Kurama who’s more sensitive to firmer tickles along his thighs and legs. Hiei once squeezed the ever loving hell out of his knee to try and make him wince only to earn a series of snickery laughs and yelps.

Lee!Kurama who loves tickles cause he doesn’t get them all that often and it feels nice cause it’s a change up from the daily grind of bruises and wounds ala battles or whatever. He loves how close they make him feel to whomever he’s tickling or being tickled by.

Those are the ones off the top of my head wjsjjwjsns but YEE KURAMA AHHHH! 😍😍😍😍😍

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❤️🧡💛💚💙💜💗💖💕💘🤎🤍🖤 sorry i mean uhhhhhhhhhhhh dealers choice

Send a Heart + a Ship For a Brief Snippet 💗 slow kiss / gentle kiss / inevitable / soft

He’s waiting outside the bar, chainsmoking through a pack of cigarettes when someone asks: “Are you Jean?”

The name always makes him tense. He only lets two people call him Jean anymore: Promise because she’s known him long enough that she’s allowed to, and Virgil because that’s his partner. The only other people who know that name that are people he doesn’t want to talk to, and frankly? Jack has no clue who the fuck this man is. Some older human, made haggard by too much alcohol and the late hour. No names or memories spring to mind.

“Sorry,” Jack grunts. “Wrong guy.”

“You don’t remember me?” The man asks. “I came by so many times.”

And looking at him, Jack thinks he might sort of recognize him. Or rather, he recognizes the kind of man he is. There were a lot of men like him back then, their faces rendered foggy and incomprehensible by the shit he was using. And that just means he has even less reason to talk to him. He takes a drag off his cigarette and blows smoke in his face.

“Fuck off.”

The man doesn’t like that. Beer makes him as mean as it makes Jack stupid enough to pick a fight. He grabs Jack’s arm and Jack stops listening to anything he has to say. Panic seizes him the way it does when anyone suddenly grabs him, kicking and shouting, trying to twist himself out of his own jacket just to get away.

He nearly tumbles over when something slams into the man and knocks him over, wobbly knees struggling against the momentum of the man hitting the pavement. It takes Jack a few seconds to register Virgil, the taller man placing himself between Jack and the man. The elf doesn’t even have to say anything. The man takes one look at him, scrambles to his feet, and staggers down the street away from them.

Jack works his jaw and leans against the wall. “Asshole.”

“You okay?” Virgil asks quietly.

“Couldn’t take no for an answer, that’s all.” Jack fishes out another cigarette from the dwindling pack, fingers shaking as he goes to light it. He feels sick to his stomach. More nicotine isn’t likely to help that, but if he doesn’t keep his hands busy he’ll just end up tearing at his own skin.

“Can we go home?”

“Yeah.”

His free hand finds Virgil’s arm, fingers tangling in the sleeve of his coat. Jack always feels strange showing any outward affection to him in public, feeling ridiculous and clingy for doing so. But right now he doesn’t want to stray too far from the other man. His nerves ease a little more with Virgil close to his side.

When they get back to the apartment, he finally breaks down and cries—angry, bitter tears, frustration and sorrow melding together until it overwhelms him. He presses his palms into his eyes and starts to sink to the floor, but Virgil catches him in his arms and pulls him in.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry—” He feels pathetic and weak, that somehow all this time can pass and yet it never stops. Something finds him, sometimes a man and sometimes a memory, and it all comes flooding back again.

Virgil doesn’t waste words. He holds Jack in his arms and lets him cry, his fingers massaging the base of his neck. And when Jack runs out of tears to cry, he bends down and kisses the corner of his eye, then his forehead, then the tip of his nose. And then he takes Jack’s face on his hands and kisses his lips, long and slow and gentle.

“You’ve got me?” Jack murmurs, more statement than question.

“I’ve got you,” Virgil responds softly.

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Racing With the Rats pt 21 - A New Day

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You take the turn down the street heading to your home. You are not particularly proud to raise your child in this place, but you are not really ashamed, either. The city has fallen on hard times lately. Sometimes you wish the number of friends you could call upon was greater than the number of derelicts you have grown to know on a first name basis due to your daily walks to and from work. And then, of course, there are the crooked politicians, and the dirty alleys, and the muggers, and the hungry children, and the hundreds of tiny discarded glass vials, and the street gangs and their drive-by shootings. But somehow, you feel comfortable knowing that Tefé will grow up knowing that such things exist - that she will never be ignorant of the true workings of the world. Not that you intend to keep her here for very long. As soon as you get a couple of promotions, all three of you are leaving for a larger house that is as far away from this place as you can stand to travel. That was a decision you made when you first came here. Once you leave, then maybe everything will be all right in the world. Maybe even the buzzing will go away. You turn down the street heading to your house. As you pass by the neighborhood pawn shop, a firearm that is perched in the window catches your eye. You don't know much about guns, but you do know enough to recognize the weapon as a shotgun - twelve gauge, pump action. You saw a made-for-TV cop reciting a litany of the weapon's virtues to his co-star just last weekend. "Bought that last week at a police auction." The voice of the proprietor. He's just come out to sweep the sidewalk. "Last guy who owned it used it to blow his brains out." Life is cheap these days. The price tag dangling from the gun reads $551.07 - Five hundred fifty-one dollars and seven cents. You've finally reached your home. As you stroll up the walkway, you notice Abby peeking out the curtains, waiting for you as usual.

Uh-oh.

You finally reach your home. Abby is waiting for you at the door. "Alec, where the hell have you been? I've had dinner waiting since five." "I'm sorry, Abby. I was delayed." "Why didn't you call me! Your dinner went cold long ago. Now I'll have to reheat it."

We lose another point of Sanity, so we're at 7/12. Oof. Today's really taken it out of us.

You settle in for the evening and sit down to Abby's delightful dinner. You are thankful that the pain in your head has decided to spare you for a while. "Alec, I've been thinking about that college bond. Couldn't we borrow the money?" "I don't think so, Abby. Our mortgage payments are putting a strain on our finances already. I don't think we could get the bank to give us any more credit." "What if we put up collateral?" "What collateral do we have?" "Its only a thousand dollars. I could put up my wedding ring." The familiar buzz is starting to come back. You reach across the table and gently grasp her hand. "No...I'll get the money somehow." She stares up into your face for just a second before once more fixing her gaze upon her food. Just before you go to sleep that night, you begin to realize how much this college bond means to Abby. Since dinner, she has barely said a word. You try to provide for your family. You try to give them everything you possibly can. Perhaps Abby doesn't understand how hard it can get sometimes. No, that's not fair. Abby works hard, too. She knows. This is just something special that she's set her mind on. You'll just have to do what you can to get it for her, to get it for Tefé. Then maybe everything will be all right. Then maybe the horrible buzzing will cease.

And that's Day 2! Boy, not a great day for us, huh?

Your alarm goes off, waking you to face another day.

Time to make another Will check to get out of bed. We need a 9 or better and we just barely made it.

You pull yourself out of bed. Again, you have exactly twenty-nine minutes in which to get dressed and get to work.

We've got the same choice as the previous day as far as if we want to take our watch and ring with us.

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The Ghost of You ch. 6--Wounded, pt II

Sangeiyuu/Sabigiyuu angst and hurt/comfort Words: 24k (so far)

Sanemi finally makes sense of Giyuu's mistake

FULL CHAPTER UP NOW ON AO3

He abruptly realized Sabito was grinning at him again, having started on a tangent about setting Giyuu up with a “nice corps girl”, asking his various preferences on height, eye and hair color, personality.

While Sabito rambled, Giyuu’s eyes dropped down to his fingers where he ran his thumbs over his scars nervously. Sabito glanced from Giyuu’s nervous hands to his face, red and reddening more by the second, his brow furrowed down in that serious way of his when he was thinking very hard that Sabito found very cute but would not admit to. 

“You can’t set me up on a date if I don’t even know how to kiss.” Giyuu finally mumbled. Sabito waved his hand dismissively. 

“Oh, that’s easy . Just practice on me!”

At first Giyuu thought he’d misheard him. Slack-jawed, he blinked at Sabito, still grinning at him as if he hadn’t just verbally pulled the floor out from beneath him. Practice?! Practice was for swords and breathing and footwork, not for kissing! The entire idea was…well it was—

Have I always been breathing so fast? 

“Practice?” He finally asked. 

Sabito pushed himself up onto his knees. “Yeah, it’s easy! You can practice on me and that way you won’t be nervous when you kiss a real girl.” 

Giyuu was certainly nervous now. Sabito was a little better at hiding it, but Giyuu could see the way his ash-grey eyes were open just a little wider than usual. Giyuu rose onto his knees to meet him. Their knees brushed together and Giyuu still couldn’t meet his eyes. Thankfully, he didn’t have to. 

“Ok, close your eyes.” Sabito instructed. He was a little surprised at how readily Giyuu obeyed. A little more surprised when he felt Giyuu’s hand closing around the fabric of his pants at his knee. Briefly he considered just blowing a raspberry in Giyuu’s face to turn the whole thing into a joke, but Giyuu’s pale face, his lips set tight together and shaking, seemed to give off a moon-like glow in their dark room that stopped the instinct before it began. “And hold still.” 

Giyuu squeezed his eyes shut as tightly as he could and squeezed the fistful he’d somehow grabbed of Sabito’s pant leg even tighter. His breaths through his nose were quick and shaking, his stomach full of that queasy excitement you get when you lose your footing and begin to fall, heart leaping up into his throat and stomach dropping into his feet. He felt Sabito draw closer and heard him take in a breath and hold it. He held his, too.

Their noses bumped together before their lips did; they both shifted slightly, in the same direction, and bumped together again. His lips barely grazing Giyuu’s, Sabito whispered. 

“I said hold still.” He hoped Giyuu couldn’t hear the horribly boyish waver in his voice.

“Sorry.” Giyuu choked. Could Sabito hear how loudly his heart was beating?

“...And quit talking.”

“Sorry.”

He felt Sabito’s hand on his shoulder to hold him steady, tug him forward. Is his hand shaking?  

“Ok,” his breathy voice shook against Giyuu’s lips, so close they were brushing; Does this count already? Is it too late to back out? “Here goes.”