#anyway. laughing w friends 😅 >

[comraderoscoes]

isn’t it nice when it turns out your friends love you and enjoy your company and don’t hate you like your brain has been telling you they do for no reason at all

[real-life-cloud]

I went to an amusement park last night!!! With a bunch of actors trying to scare ppl and haunted houses and stuff :3 very fun

[021894s]

- 24 who are you?[1.7k w]

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PAIRING: brothers bsf! sunghoon x f!readee

WARNINGS: jealousy, cussing, unprotected sex (wrap it bruh), oral sex (both receiving) MINORS DNI

AUTHORS NOTE: ehe hi besties, here’s a little something to spice things up😅 hope you enjoy <3

The party at Ksana's house was in full swing. you were with your friends, laughing and enjoying some drinks. The music thumped in the background, creating a vibrant and energetic atmosphere. as you chatted animatedly, your gaze drifted and you saw sunghoon talking with yuna. she seemed to be openly flirting, batting her eyelashes and smiling in a way that made you feel a pang of jealousy.

determined to intervene, you took one last sip of your drink, feeling the warmth of the alcohol in your throat, and walked briskly towards them. upon arriving, without missing a beat, you wrapped your arms around sunghoon's neck and smiled broadly.

"hi, baby, I was looking for you," you said in a sweet but firm tone, looking directly at sunghoon and then casting a quick, meaningful glance at Yuna.

sunghoon, surprised but clearly pleased, returned your smile and embrace. "Hi pretty," he responded, reciprocating your gesture with a warmth that made you feel secure.

yuna, clearly annoyed, took a step back. "who the hell are you?" she said, trying to maintain her composure as her eyes darted between you and sunghoon.

"his girlfriend. but the better question is who are you?" you replied, keeping your smile while holding onto him tighter, making it clear he was yours.

yuna mumbled an excuse, something about needing to find someone else, and quickly walked away, leaving you alone with Sunghoon. You felt a wave of satisfaction and relief as you watched her disappear into the crowd.

sunghoon looked at you with a mix of gratitude and confusion. "what are you doing? ," he said, pulling you a little closer.

"claiming my man" you responded, feeling the tension dissipate. "I couldn't let someone like her get too close."

he smiled "you're crazy, you know that? what if heeseung saw?? or better yet one of his little flings sees and tells him"

"I don’t care, you’re mine and she clearly needed to know that” you lean in to whisper in his ear, “plus you look so fucking good right now”

sunghoon’s eyes go dark, your words inevitably turning him on. “you think so?” the alcohol running through your veins give you the courage to suggest the next thing, lord knows sober you would not be as bold as you’re being in this very moment, especially in such a risky environment “mhm, why don’t you take me to your room so I can show you just how good you look”

without another word sunghoon is dragging you up the stairs, if he didn’t know heeseung was probably hooking up with some random girl in his own room he would be a lot more worried about being caught, but the feeling of his cock growing in his jeans prevented him from forming rational thoughts anyways.

when you both reached sunghoon’s room, you were the first to smash your lips against his in a hot searing kiss that reminded you of the first time this happened in japan. you pushed him back toward his bed until there was no where else to go. he sits on the edge and you straddle his lap, your arms going around his neck as you kissed him deeply. he groaned, his hands going to your waist as he deepened the kiss. he could feel how needy you were from the kiss alone.

you pulled back, your eyes filled with desire. you stood up, your hands going to the hem of your shirt as you pulled it over your head. you stood there in just bra and panties, your body on display for him. his eyes take in every inch of you. “shit baby you’re perfect”

you reached behind you, unhooking your bra, letting it fall to the ground. you stood there, breasts bared for him to see. He groaned, his hands going to your tits as he squeezed them gently. you moaned, your head falling back as he played with your nipples. “feels so good hoonie”.

“yeah baby? love your pretty tits” oh your panties were growing wetter by the minute.

you reached down, your hands going to the waistband of your panties, pushing them down your legs, standing there completely naked in front of him. “fuck baby you’re getting me so hard”

“am I? I should probably do something about that then, don’t you think?” you reached down, hands going to the waistband of his pants as you undid his belt. you pulled it out of the loops, letting it fall to the ground, undoing the buttons of his pants, pulling them down his legs. you reached into his boxers, freeing his long, hard cock from its confines. “shit” sunghoon lets out in a low whisper, his bottom lip caged between his teeth at the sight before him.

you admired the pretty pink tip, how it was shiny and beginning to leak pre cum. you haven’t seen many dicks in your lifetime but you were willing to be sunghoons was one of the prettiest to ever exist. you gave it a few strokes, your hand working up and down his shaft. your eyes meet his as you lean down, mouth wrapping around the tip of his cock. eyes never leaving his, you sucked, tongue swirling around the head.

“just like that baby, feels so good” he groans his hands going to your head, holding you in place. you sucked harder, your mouth working up and down his shaft. you could feel him getting harder in your mouth, and you knew he was close.

you pulled back, eyes meeting his once again and you stood up from in between his legs. your hands going to his shoulders as you straddled his lap. “want you to fuck me” you positioned yourself over his cock, slowly lowering down onto him. his hands immediately go to your hips, holding you in place as you both let out a sigh at the purse euphoria you’re feeling. “pussys so tight baby, you gonna ride my cock?”

“y-yes hoonie” you begin to move, hips rocking back and forth as you rode him. He groaned, his hands going to your tite as he squeezed them gently, causing you to let out a pornagraphic moan, your head falling back as you felt him filling you up entirely. “so big fuck”

you leaned forward, hands going to the headboard to brace yourself. sunghoon began to thrust up into you, his hips meeting yours. “fuck baby you take me so good, can’t get enough of you” you moan, your body trembling as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

you leaned in, mouth finding his as you kissed him deeply. He groaned, his hands going to your ass as he squeezed it gently. you felt your orgasm quickly creeping up on you, vision blurry, the only thought in your mind was how perfect sunghoon felt inside you.

you broke the kiss, your head falling back as you felt herself tumbling over the edge “i’m c-cumming baby”. you cried out “fuck yeah baby cum on my cock. show me how good i make you feel” you feel your body shaking as you came hard. “i’m close baby” he tells you, his hips continuing to thrust up into you as he chased his own release.

he moans, his body trembling as he cums hard inside of you. you collapse onto him, your body spent. He wrapped his arms around you , holding you close as you caught your breath.

you sat there for a moment, your bodies still connected. you leaned back, eyes meeting his. you smiled at him, heart racing as you admired his tired out state.

He smiled, his hands going to your hips as he pulled you closer “that was incredible baby”. you wrap your arms around his neck, your body pressing against his. “you really know your stuff” you tell him, the both of you laughing and enjoying the moment,

you leaned in once again, your mouth finding his to kiss him deeply. his hands go to your ass, squeezing it gently. “would it be totally wrong for me to admit how much I want you to ride my face right now?”

you’re a bit taken aback by his sudden confession, but nonetheless it turns you right back on. “why don’t you let me then?” he smiles at you helping you up as you straddle his face, your legs already trembling in anticipation. “no hovering, i want you to sit” it sounds more like an order than anything and boy did it make you excited.

he could see the excitement in your eyes, and it made him hard. he couldn't wait to feel your wetness on his face, to taste you . He curls his arms around the back of your thighs pulling you closer to his waiting mouth. He begins to explore, flicking his tongue against your hardened nub, pressing light kisses as he works his way down to your wet hole. a soft gasp escapes your lips “mm shit”

you couldn't believe how good it felt. you had never felt anything like this before. sunghoon's tongue was magic, and he knew exactly how to t make you feel good. he was practically making out with your pussy, drunk on the taste of you. his tongue plunges in and out of you in a steady rythm that has you seeing stars. “fuck hoon your tongue feels so good” he moans against you, the vibrations causing a shiver down your spine.

you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to your relapse, and he could feel it too. you grind your hips against his mouth in a quickened pace, his slender fingers coming up to rub your clit in tiny circles, sending you over the edge one again, “fuck fuck fuck baby, so so good”

with his lips back around your clit, you came., flooding his face with your juices. He helped you down, laying beside him as you came down from your high. “how was that?” you look at him, still dazed from how good he just made you feel “are you kidding? that was the best head i’ve ever had” he laughs, giving you a sweet, innocent cheek kiss that juxtaposes all the naughty things you both just indulged in. “let’s go clean up yeah?”.

the both of you spend the night in each others embrace. neither of you thinking much about how you were gonna get out of sunghoons room undetected by heeseung or jay. but that was a problem for tomorrow.

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[cheonstapes]

😝 omg I absolutely loved the way u wrote spider barbie!!! Thanks again so much!! 💕✨

If it’s not too much of a bother, I would like to send in another request lol. 😅 (unless there’s a limit on how many requests can be sent, I completely understand 😊)

I would like to request Miguel O’Haraxfem!Jessica rabbit inspired reader. She’s the most beautiful & generous spider woman across the multiverse, which makes sense since she’s also the most desired among the spiders. Maybe one day she’s hanging out w/ her friends (Miles, Gwen, Hobie, Pavitr, & Peter) at the spider society cafeteria when everyone in the group could be discussing their Valentine’s Day plans. Until they decide to ask her if she has a date or any upcoming plans (The spider gang not knowing she’s already married to Miguel 😂) When asked she just zones out and has flashbacks about all the multiple dates her and miguel went on throughout the multiverse, including the spicy times they shared together~ 😉

When asked again, she lets them know tht she’s already in an established relationship w/ Miguel; which makes the spider gang’s jaws drop bcuz even though miguel is a good looking guy they can’t understand how a ray of sunshine like her ended up with someone as serious and angry like Miguel 😂

The spider gang could ask: “What do u see in tht guy?!?!” 😱 Spider-reader: “He makes me laugh..😏”

Thanks again! 😊🙏🏻

miguel o'hara stars in... 'WAIT...YOU'RE ROGER RABBIT?' (°ロ°) !

a/n ~ i absolutely love jessica rabbit, girlboss, she's so hot. TYSM for this request my love!!!! there's never a limit ( ` ω ´ ) send as many as you want bby 💗 i went a little overboard but this was so fun to write!! ALSO ITS MIGUELS BIRTHDAY!!

summary; it's valentine's day at hq, and everyone can't help but wonder why you're still single.

pairing; miguel o'hara x reader

wc; 2.3k+

cw; FLUFF!! SMUT!!, secret relationship, pining, no one can believe you n miguel are together, loss of virginity, m!masturbation, pillow fuckin, fleshlights, miguel fucks an ai you, first time, established relationship, reader is very popular, day dreaming abt miguel (real), they're just in love, nawt proofread - crying over this

valentine’s day at hq was always fun - for you least.

every year since you joined the spider society it seemed like the gifts would multiply - what stared out as some cute cards and a couple boxes of chocolate eventually turned into bouquets of roses, teddies, gifts, and even declaration’s of love. it was all flattering, honestly. to know that so many people admired you was a great feeling, even if you can’t reciprocate - it’s the sentiment that counts. but unfortunately you were already spoken for - by none other than your own boss, your fiancé, miguel. 

having started with such a beloved reputation was one of the main reasons your husband-to-be actually avoided you at first. it was like you had your own personal fan club - spiders’ following you around where you go, people offering to by you lunch, begging miguel to put you on a mission with them, showering you with compliments. you were really irritating to him, another distraction he didn’t have the time to deal with - not that he wanted to anyway. well, that was until he did. 

gradually, he started to notice how your eyes would light up when you’d see something you like, how you’d wear that one perfume thats scent would linger a bit too long in the air, ages after you’ve already sped off down the hallway. he warmed up to you eventually, leading to you two spending a lot more time together. little dates in the different universes, him picking up a little souvenir for you on missions and you doing the same - eventually leading to you two moving in together, and then him proposing. keeping you two’s relationship a secret was a decision that you both had to make, considering how popular you were and that miguel’s your boss. so every valentine’s day, you both celebrate together privately in miguel’s nueva york condo - exchanging gifts and kisses, drinking till you fall asleep in each other’s arms. this year, however, was a little different. 

hiding a relationship isn’t the easiest thing in the word, especially at a time like this - when all you want to do is pounce on your fiancé every time you see him ’n kiss him till you’re both breathless. it was getting tiring. it’s the day of love and you can’t do the one thing the day is about, love someone. you’d both send lingering glances at each other throughout the day, sneaky touches when no one’s looking, maybe even a few quick make out sesh’s in miguel’s office. you both knew you wouldn’t make it through the rest of the day, eventually separating as you sat in the canteen with some of your spider-friends - ones miguel wasn’t very keen on eating lunch with, leading to him retreating back to his office alone. 

the table was buzzing as everyone mentioned their plans for the day - miles taking gwen to his universe on a little day out that he swears isn’t a date, pav and gayatri going to her new movie, peter and mj having someone babysit mayday so they can go on a long-overdue date, and hobie - well, he doesn’t believe in valentine’s, i guess. you so badly wanted to join in, silently chewing on your ’spider-man 2099’ themed burger. your fiancé was basically everywhere, how can you not miss him - even if he’s just a couple minutes walk from you. it was bittersweet, to say the least, to listen to your friends so passionately- 

“hey, y/n, any plans this year? please tell me you’re finally dating someone.” the sudden voice made you jump, eyes widening as you look at the culprit, a sly smile on her face. “uhhh, n-no not really.” that was a lie. the whole table groaned their complaints, all still in disbelief that you’re still not seeing anyone. “you serious? love, look at you - and look at them.” hobie gestures to the crowd forming behind the table, all of them holding some sort of gift for you - some more…extravagant than the rest. “there’s no way that you can’t find someone, babe.” i mean, technically, he was right - you could practically get anyone you wanted. but, you already got what you want, and that’s miguel. 

he’s your everything. despite the turbulent start you both had, it was all worth it in the end. miguel loves like you’re his last - which you are, and his first too - in all aspects. hearing your boss was a virgin was even more shocking then him admitting his feelings for you - cause, like, how? you tried so hard not to laugh, he couldn’t be serious. it turns out he was very, very, very serious. you felt so bad, running up to him and holding him tightly - reassuring him that is was ok, that there was nothing wrong with being a virgin no matter his age. you took it slow for the first few months, nothing more than heated kisses and a bit of groping but it never went further than that. to be honest, you were scared. miguel was nothing short of impatient to feel you, to finally sink his cock into you after centuries of you denying him of that. you knew, of course, how desperate he was - but it was a big deal to you. the thing was, you were a virgin too. it was too sudden to mention so you went with keeping it a secret, but damn was it getting harder to not give in. the thought of him leaving after fucking you was at the forefront of your mind, you obviously knew he wouldn’t - but men are still men, right?

when he did find out, it went a hell of a lot better than you expected it to. both of you deciding to take your time learning each other’s bodies, exploring new likes and dislikes, discovering new kinks, and overall - strengthening the love you both hold for each other. your first time was magical. it was exactly three years ago now, on valentines day, sprawled out on miguel’s plush, king sized bed.

“f-fhhuck, feels so good, baby. are…are you doing ok, sweetheart?”

he was so attentive, making sure you felt as comfortable as possible, constantly asking if you’re feeling alright. it couldn’t have been more perfect. miguel’s large frame engulfed you as you sat in his. lap, his body pressed against the headboard. holding you close, he guided your hips slowly against his slick cock, the stretch momentarily caused a sharp pain to run through your body - miguel soothing you with sweet, wet kisses down the side of your sweaty neck. his large hands roamed your body, gripping your hips, waist, gently kneading your ass. the room felt hot, sweat mixing together as your hips move in tandem with his own - it was a prime example of love making. breathless kisses were shared, lips slotting together sloppily as you rode him eagerly - you were such a sight on top of him, a goddess sent just for him. “mig- baby, you’re so- shit, you’re so perfect.” no, you were perfect. soft skin pressing against his solid body, tits rubbing on his - slick running down his length. your moans were like a chorus of angels singing down to him, his heart almost pounding out of his chest from the love he feels for you. 

sharing a moment like this together was a turning point in your relationship. giving each other your virginities, connecting in a way you will never experience with anyone else - you were made for each other. his hips sped up, slamming into your sore cunt as he wrapped his arms around your waist. digging his feet into the soft sheets and pulling your hot body into his, lips latching onto your jaw. you still couldn’t believe he was a virgin before he met you. the way he moved, the way his tip would hit that one spot deep by your cervix, the way his thick fingers would caress your aching nipples - he had to have had some sort of experience. but the truth was, miguel had little to no sex drive. not feeling compelled at all to even rub one off, he was too busy after all - trying to keep the multiverse in tact. that all changed when he met you. suddenly, in his 30 years of living, did he have his first wet dream - and it was about you. 

he felt like a teenager again, learning things for the first time. watching porn for the first time was something, spending hours looking for a woman who looks somewhat like you - much to the interest and concern of LYLA. this was very serious to him, knowing that he would eventually fuck you - he would spend all his free time learning how to please you properly. tutorials, articles, and just plain amateur porn were his best friends. he would practice with his pillow, even buying a fleshlight to stick between it to just make it a little bit more realistic. at one point, he felt like he completely lost it. spending months learning how to fuck you wasn’t making him feel any better, he didn’t feel like he really knew how to please you. so what did he do? he made a holographic version of you, of course!

programming it to be exactly like you, using your measurements from when he made your suit to get your body as accurate as possible. it wasn’t really you, but it was good enough. he still had to work out the kinks but he was getting there. he ditched the porn completely, using ai you to progress instead. fucking an ai isn’t as easy as you think, but it was enough to help him figure out what positions he wants you in, even what ones you’d like statistically. miguel never did end up telling you about it, keeping ai you locked away in a secret folder. he was no stranger in letting you know how obsessed he was with you, but this was just embarrassing to him - and knowing you, he would never live this down. but don’t worry, LYLA’s always here to remind him time and time again. 

miguel was never the same after he lost his virginity to you - he became insatiable. it was like a switch flipped in his brain and suddenly he was always horny for you, quickies in his office becoming daily occurrences. speaking of quickies, you could feel his cum from earlier pooling in your panties right now- 

“yn? YN! is she- is she ok?” oh…you were at lunch still. everyone at the table was staring at. you with raised brows, silently intimidating you into spilling what you were so engrossed in to the point where you missed the whole conversation. you obviously weren’t about to tell them you were just thinking of their boss fucking you into next week, like come on - think about the kids, guys. “i…i, uh- it was nothing really. sorry about that, just zoned out for a sec.” it was something, someone as a matter of fact. you might as well tell them, what’s the harm in it? you’re only gonna get absolutely bombarded by everyone and anyone in hq but that’s the least of your worries. the table had seemingly moved on, chatting about their plans again before you jumped in - “actually, i do have plans.” that certainly got their attention. all eyes were on you, even the crowd still lingering behind perked up at your comment, leaning closer to hear what you had to say. 

“me ’n miguel were just gonna stay ho-“ 

“MIGUEL?!”

gasps. that’s all you could hear. everyones jaws were dropped, blinking their eyes at you like a bunch of frogs. “what? am i not allowed to spend time with my fiancé-“

“FIANCÈ?!”

it’s like every time you spoke it got worse, the table erupting in shouts of disbelief - it was getting difficult to speak over them, the constant questions being thrown at you were overwhelming to say the least. you weren’t obligated to explain yourself, love is love - even if it’s between someone as lovely and sweet as you, and someone as moody and feral as miguel. you guys made it work and that’s all that matters! someone else had something to say on the matter though, the commotion prompting miguel to emerge out of his cave and head straight to you.

“as i was saying, he’s my fiancé, we always spend valentines together. miguel is a great guy. yeah, he’s an asshole - but you just gotta get to know him.” you’re not wrong, miguel certainly seems to agree. the table went silent, staring up at his figure looming over you. “i don’t appreciate you guys harassing my wife. now, if you have no further questions - we have plans tonight, that don’t involve people prying into our privacy.” you spun around in your seat, looking up at him sheepishly. his eyes seemed to warm up at bit, a large hand reaching out to you - one that you immediately take. he held you close to him, interlocking your fingers tightly as he addressed the table. “and…our wedding is next year. you’re all only invited ‘cause she wanted you guys there. do not disappoint her.” with that, he turns on his heels, dragging you along with him - he didn’t want to deal with them anymore, not when he had the rest of the day to spend loving you instead. 

“baby, y’sure you’re ok with everyone knowing about…us?” that was a stupid question. of course he was, you’re his - and he’s yours. “you’re about to be my wife cariño, todo el mundo necesita saber que estás fuera de los límites - ‘specially that fuckin’ fan club of yours.” he was such a big baby, pouting like that. “oh my god! you’re jealous of a bunch of kids who have a little crush on me, babe. ‘sides, i think it’s quite cute - i got so much chocolate this year-“

“throw them away, i’m getting you all that and more.”

-cariño, todo el mundo necesita saber que estás fuera de los límites - sweetheart, everyone needs to know you're off limits

-the miguel figure on my dresser says hi!

[guilty-pleasures21]

Neighbour's son Miguel

This is turning out to be longer than I anticipated 😅.

I actually had the song in mind when I imagined the barbeque scene, but after writing it, I realised that it fits this part more ...

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Warnings: heavy making out.

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Neighbour's son!Miguel who continues running his thumb across your soft skin as he waits for your response. You swallow hard and curl your fingers against his chest, then bite down on your grin. You take a moment to compose yourself, your heart pounding against your chest with delight, then turn your face back up to his. Your eyes fall to his lips for a brief moment, your mouth watering in anticipation of tasting them, then you lift your gaze to his. “Please.” 

Neighbour's son!Miguel who stops at the end of the street. You lean over, trying to see if there's an obstacle on the road, but he just tells you to get up. You unclip your helmet and crane your head back as he stands, then swallow hard when he removes his helmet to reveal the naughty smirk he'd been wearing as he looked down at you. He curls his fingers around your sides, then pulls you into his chest, his hands sliding around your waist to your back. “Miguel!” you gasp, curling up against him shyly. “What if someone sees?!” 

Neighbour's son!Miguel who laughs at the way you hiss the words, chastising him like you’d grown up together - like the nine years you’d lost between you meant nothing at all. “Who?!” Miguel asks, raising an eyebrow at you in that way that makes your stomach start flipping like crazy. “It’s almost midnight, princesa.” Your lips curl into a smile as he rests his forehead against yours, an amused grin on his handsome face. A soft snicker escapes your lips and you turn your face away from his. “Well … someone could be throwing their rubbish. And what if they see us?! And then tell our mu-”

Neighbour's son!Miguel who stops you by grabbing your chin and tilting your face up to his. He lets his eyes travel over your features, your arched brows and your round eyes and your luscious lips. He brings his mouth closer to yours, but stops just a breath away. “Great,” he murmurs, brushing his thumb across your lips. “Then we won’t have to tell them ourselves.” He shoots you that mischievous smirk again and you feel yourself go weak at the knees at the sight. He catches you quickly, his strong arm sliding around your waist, then presses his lips to yours. You melt into him as he kisses you, his tongue so delicious in your mouth. The two of you giggle and moan softly as you kiss, your hands moving across each other’s bodies excitedly, your hearts thumping in unison. You wrap your arms around your best friend’s neck as he sneaks his fingers beneath the hem of your shirt and your chest warms at how perfect he feels against you.

Neighbour's son!Miguel who sits back down on his motorcycle and pulls you between his legs, one hand tugging your mouth back to his, the other sliding dangerously low down your back. His hands glide all over your curves as you start kissing again and you shiver at the delicious feeling of his warm touch. Then he closes his fingers around your ass and you gasp as you stretch onto your toes, a warm feeling pooling in your core as the entire front of your body brushes up against his.

Neighbour's son!Miguel who can feel himself getting excited at the aroused look on your face; your unfocused gaze, your parted lips, your heaving chest. You were so gorgeous, so perfectly beautiful under the moonlight, and he still couldn't believe that the best friend he was always going to end up with anyway had grown up to be so pretty. He slides his hand behind your knee and lifts it up onto his hip. 

Neighbour's son!Miguel whose fingers crawl beneath your shirt as your lips find his again, his calloused skin brushing along your sides. You let out a choked gasp as you feel your underwear start to get wet, then you grip onto his jacket as you sink into his chest. You run your hands across his broad shoulders, the muscles firm and tight beneath your palms, and slide your fingers into his hair, tangling them in the silky strands. Your hips start moving against his, your core begging you to feel his body pressed up against yours, and you lift your other knee, straddling him on his bike. 

Neighbour's son!Miguel whose chest rumbles with a deliciously low groan as you grind yourself against him. Coño, you were cute, dry humping him so excitedly in the middle of the street. But you were right - what if someone did see you? He wouldn't let you get embarrassed like that. He pulls his lips away from yours and gently pushes you away from his centre. “P-Princesa,” he chokes out, his mind going dizzy with arousal as you move your lips to his neck and continue rolling your hips against his. “C-Calmate … mi bonita …” He forces out an amused chuckle and you finally pull back, your cheeks heating up in embarrassment. “Holy shit!” you hiss, jumping off of him and taking a step back. You look up at him with wide eyes and your lips curl at the corners instinctively - just like they always do when you're looking at him. Your stomach flips as the scent of him drifts past your nose and you quickly turn away, covering your face with your hands. “Sorry! Sorry, I just got-”

Neighbour's son!Miguel who curls his finger into your belt loop and tugs you back to him before you can start walking away. He removes your hands from your face, placing them on his chest and sliding them up to his shoulders, then he reaches out and twirls one of your curls around his finger. “Never apologise for that, princesa,” he murmurs, admiring the soft glow on your sweet face. He chuckles and bends over to wrap you up in his arms, his cheek coming to rest on your shoulder. “But maybe not in the middle of the street, hmm, bonita?” “Okay,” you giggle softly, the sound causing his heart to swell in his chest. The two of you walk the rest of the way back home, Miguel pushing his bike alongside you. He gives you another kiss before you leave - a quick one this time, soft and chaste - and you run to your door, giggling the entire way. “Night, jellito!” you call to him once you reach your entrance. He waves back at you from his garage. “Night, bombón.” 

Neighbour's son!Miguel who's known you almost as long as your parents have. Your body tingles with excitement as you think about how little has changed between the two of you - how he'd call you his bombón when you were six years old and he was defending you from your bully, and how he called you that now, when you were twenty years old and desperate to know the feeling of his body against yours. You bite down on your grin as you close the door behind you and come face to face with your mum and sister. “So? Where did you guys go?” your mum asks when you shuffle into the house in silence. Your sister leans over the back of the sofa, not missing the thrilled look on your face. “What happened?!” You drag out the suspense for a minute longer, then you whisper in revelation, “we kissed!” The three of you squeal and hug each other in excitement and your mother discreetly shoots off a text to her friend. 

Neighbour's son!Miguel who walks into his darkened house and flips the switch for the lights, only to find a desk chair sitting in the middle of the living room. The chair turns around slowly and he comes face to face with his brother, eyes narrowed in suspicion as he takes in him. “We've been waiting for you,” Gabe murmurs, his voice dramatically low. Miguel rolls his eyes at his brother's antics and shrugs his jacket off, ignoring him. But Gabe leaps out of his chair and lets out an accusatory gasp. “¡Dios mío! You guys made out?!” “Gabi!” Miguel hisses, his eyes flickering to his mother's nervously. “We didn't … ‘make out’.” But his heart thumps in betrayal, causing the blush to crawl up his neck and across his cheeks. Gabe frowns at the nickname and turns to face their mother, a fake look of horror on his face. “¡Míralo, mamá! Look at what has become of your precious oldest son! Staying out until 12 am and coming back looking a member of a boyband who has just been attacked by his obsessive fangirl!” he moaned. “¡Ya!” Miguel exclaims, annoyed by his brother's description of you as an ‘obsessive fangirl’. “¡Callaté, tonto! Shouldn't you be in bed by now? ¿Pollito?” Gabe's brow furrows with irritation at his brother's insults. He opens his mouth to respond, but his mother interrupts him quickly. “¡Silencio! Miguel, apologise to your brother!” “Sorry, Gabe,” Miguel mumbles, gritting his teeth to stop himself from rolling his eyes. Their mother nods in satisfaction and sends the both of them up to bed. Then she grabs her phone and giddily responds to your mother's text.

Neighbour's son!Miguel whose mum is just as delighted as yours that the two of you have finally gotten together. You'd spent every day of the last two weeks together, going out with your siblings and old friends only to linger back once everyone had left so you could be alone together. You'd drag him to the bookstore so he could get the books off the high shelves for you and he'd bring you to the beach so he could admire the way your swimsuit highlighted your beautiful curves. You were inevitable. And everyone had known it from the start.

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[shivstar]

Lily Evans

T. W.- I am being critical so any fans who are super delicate for their precious Lily flower- kindly stay away.

Now.... Can anyone help me understand where does this head canon come from that Lily Potter nee Evans was a kind person..?

I mean i get it, she was smart and intelligent and beautiful but kindness???...

She was bitchy and dismissive to snape, her own bff at many instances before they broke of as friends...

When Petunia, her elder sister, expressed her dislike towards snape, what does our Mary sue does..? She goes ahead and befriends that guy who threw a tree branch at her elder sister.... Like yeah,,, I can definitely see her sweetness... She was dripping with it when she almost laughed when her (supposed) bff was abused in the open..

I could definitely see when she showed no sympathy to a kid petunia when the later must have been super upset about not having any magic when Lily was the apple of her parents' eye all her life just because she has something that she didn't do anything to get from the birth....

Also, I am neither a fan of adult Petunia nor adult Snape but both of their kid version definately saw that Lily was a guileful human being...

And yes,,, I know that women are allowed to be selfish...I don't want people harping on about misogyny....but what i hate is that she is never called out on it....

It is either she was super good Or let her be bad...women should also be allowed to be bad.... As if it is a good thing if a women is bad just because men had the permission to be bad for so many years... (like if you ask an average person what is the opposite of patriarchy, the answer would be matriarchy but when you ask an intellectual person what is the opposite of patriarchy, they will say Equality..the same way they will say the opposite of matriarchy is also equality..)

Anyways most of the scene we see are showing how childish and immature and self righteous she is....

We are only told about her greatness....( I don't count her last act as an out of ordinary act of greatness because I believe any decent mother would do the same) (most mothers in real life sleep empty stomach happily if it means their kid can be fed in their stead)

But that's what happens right? No one says bad things about a dead person. ( except if you are Snape and the dead person in question is the bane of his existence) 😅😆.. And on top of that she is (the boy who lived) Harry Potter's mum...no one is going to bad mouth her in front of him...

But was she really that sweet and kind and empathetic that we are made to believe by JKR( the woman we all collectively hate)????

[zepskies]

hiii, i hope this message finds you well lovely🩵 so, Never Say Goodbye is one of my comfort fics for sure (i reread it so often 😅) and I had a thought / question; how would being intoxicated affect the soul bond?

tbh this question came to me after reading the parts where they shared that intense headache (that started with dean but she felt as well) and also in the beginning when they’re still getting the hang of controlling how much they reveal through the bond. (+ also when they shut each other out completely)

in this (wonderful) universe the soul bond seems really strong in both the physical and ‘celestial’(?) aspects, and while it’s shown they can control it well for the most part there are still some moments where it’s simply out of their control, so i’m just wondering how they would be affected & how much control they have with their inhibitions lowered i guess, i’m not sure if i’m making total sense here lol

also sorry this is so long :’)🫶🏽

Hey friend! I’m actually having a hard day, so this brightened it up today. 💜

First of all, please don't apologize for reaching out! I love that Never Say Goodbye (Dean W. x soulmate!reader) is one of your comfort fics. 🥹💕 It represents a lot of “firsts” for me. First soulmate AU, first Dean x Reader series, first time putting out a whole series on Tumblr, since I was still pretty new to the app. But anyway, on to your very interesting question…

I so hadn’t thought of this before, but again, such a great question. What would happen to a soulmate in that world if the other was drunk. 😆

The idea is that they can feel each other’s emotions and thoughts when in close proximity, and if it’s intense enough, their physical pain as well. So by that logic, let’s say if Dean came home drunk after a night out with the guys, the reader would probably feel a bit loopy herself, depending on how drunk he is. 🤣

She could try and shut it out of her mind, but it might be difficult if he’s that drunk. I could see her struggling to get him into bed, simultaneously annoyed and laughing with him, stumbling for the bed and losing her own balance while trying to get his jeans off.

Dean strikes me as a happy drunk who still tries to do everything himself, but ultimately accepts her help while trying to start something, his hands wandering while she’s trying to help him. Lol She might have to stop for a second just to try and work past the giggles and her own mental fuzziness, feeding off of his.

When she eventually manages to get him into bed and joins him herself, they both will be out like a light, passed out until morning. 😂

[possibilistfanfiction]

Hey there! Just wanted to let you know that I love your writing. I love the universe you've created for ava and beatrice. I could have said Avatrice but the thing is you write them so beautifully as individuals, all their triumphs and losses, that it doesn't feel right not to acknowledge them as they are on their own as much as they are as a couple. Anyway! I pretty much have bookmarked all your work and I keep suggesting your fics on Twitter, I'm pretty much your unofficial publicist at this point, proudly so 😆

I just finished the multitude of loving and once again you made me laugh and smile and cry and you made my heart warm and for a while, my depression didn't feel as debilitating. So thank you. I don't know what you're gonna write next whenever inspiration strikes, but if you ever do another outside pov, would you mind writing one from Diego's? I guess I'm biased because aside from your fics, I've been obsessed with do a flip by sunsafe and it warms my heart to see Diego in fics because well, I think it's safe to say that he was the one who loved ava first, he was there by her bedside and all and so it would be lovely, to know how he feels and thinks about ava and beatrice, after all the years of living his own life, after all the years wishing to see his sister, his best friend, his... Ava, because there's no traditional title that really fits them, after all the years wishing that ava is okay and... Alive, more than just surviving because even when he was a child he knew, ava was meant for such a bright and grand life, just because she was all that herself.

Anyway, just an idea, of course. My rambling is not in any way meant to pressure you into writing it 😆😅 I hope you're having a good day wherever you are. Cheers!

[first of all i love do a flip!!!! 100/10 recommend if anyone hasn't read it!!

anyway, here's a little diego pov in the butch bea universe. he's like 18 or 19? idk. yknow just roll w it :) ]

//

university is busy as hell, and it's cool that they pay for your doctor's appointments and, when you actually started getting the care you needed, you were able to do basically everything in the normal, big wide world with regular meds and check-ins — but mostly you just want to play rugby and flirt with girls (not well, but you're 18 and always kind, so who cares your success rate) and pass all of your classes. when you got adopted it had seemed like a miracle, and so you don't take any of this time for granted — not the bright sun or the grass stains on your knees or how rachel plays with your hair when you hang out in her dorm.

you don't think much of it when you get a random email from beatrice gu-knight, partially because emails are a pain in the ass and partially because nico brought over a six pack of stellas and his nintendo switch — you're the mario kart champion, undisputed — but, in the morning, when you open your phone, you think your heart might stop in your chest.

Hello Diego,

I hope you're well. I know it might seem strange to get an email like this from someone you don't know and have never even heard of, and, if you don't wish to follow up or connect, please just let me know, and that will be the end of it.

But, in the hopeful chance that you do: my name is Beatrice (she/her), and I'm reaching out to you because Ava Silva is my life partner. We've been together for a few years now and she talks of you often, and fondly; I know from her stories you were an extraordinarily joyful and sustaining part of her life at St. Michael's, and, if nothing else, I hope you understand my deep gratitude for that. I work in tech, so I was able to find this email address for you in the hopes that you might want to reconnect with Ava. We live in Los Angeles, and she's, as I'm sure you remember, wonderful. Maybe even more wonderful now, as I hope you are too.

Again, if you are at all uncomfortable, please feel no pressure to engage in any way; I won't let Ava know, so don't worry about that. If you would like to reconnect, though, you can respond to this email, or call or text me at my cell listed below. Thank you.

Warmest regards,

Beatrice

it takes you a few seconds to get it together, because, what the fuck, first of all. second of all, ava — one of your favorite people ever, and someone you miss every day. who apparently has a very proper and seemingly kind partner named beatrice, and lives in california. ava is alive, and probably really happy. the last time you saw her she was scared and upset and you had thought she died before that. you had thought you would never see her again.

Hey, this is Diego, you text the number on Beatrice's email. you think about the time difference, and, sorry if it's the middle of the night for you

it takes a minute or two, but then your phone vibrates. Diego, wonderful to hear from you! I'm glad my email wasn't too intense.

and, like, maybe it was a little, but your calc III professor is a fucking nutcase, so you kind of have a high bar.

Ava works late sometimes, so don't worry about the time difference right now

it's sweet, you think, that beatrice doesn't work late, or, whatever, maybe she does, but she's up because ava is awake. because ava will be coming home, or finishing up in an office. you wonder about their life, what their home looks like and if ava's laugh is still just as awesome. and, like, what is ava's job? is she still paralyzed, or can she walk like she had the last time you saw her? you're glad for her, honestly, that her partner is a girl, because ava thought boys were hot but also seemed to like girls more — so, like, how did they fall in love? it's funny to imagine ava as a grownup, with a partner and a home and a whole life, but it's also the best.

do you want to facetime tomorrow or something, you text, because you don't really know what else to say, but you want to find out: about your sister, and the life she's apparently built. you think — if ava is anything like how she had been when you were younger — you definitely want to be in it.

I would love that, beatrice responds immediately. you work out the details and, eventually, you go to class and try to have a normal day. but ava is out there, happy, in california, with a partner who clearly cares about her. it feels like a gift, even to know. it feels like a gift, to get to be in her warmth again.

/

beatrice, when you answer the facetime call at exactly the second the clock hits 7 pm your time, is beautiful. it doesn't surprise you, not really, because you remember ava being pretty, and, even more than that, fucking awesome. beatrice is younger than what you think someone with that formal a name would be, with short dark hair that flops into her eyes, which are kind of gold in the light through the window of whatever room she's in. 'hello, diego,' she says, and, yeah, ava probably loves that accent.

it makes you laugh, but, like, in a nice way, to know that ava has a whole partner. a whole entire person who shares a life with her, who helps her with stuff and — beatrice is a saint for this — laughs at her puns.

'hey,' you say, feel awkward and a little sloppy in the face of the chic big oil painting behind her, the hoodie you know is expensive because your friend artur had had it marked on his stockx for, like, months now. 'uh, i'm diego. nice to meet you.'

beatrice smiles, and you see her freckles, and you realize, in a flash, a truth you know implicitly — that ava loves this person. ava picked this person to spend her life with. the world is cruel, you know better than most, but the world is also so, so kind.

'i'm so happy you responded to my email,' she says, less formal and with a slight laugh, mostly with joy. 'ava is the best, and i know that — she misses you. she loves you, a lot. i've always wanted to meet you.' you kind of don't know what to say, and you're relieved when she shakes her head. 'sorry, i'm being a lot again. believe it or not, this is my first rodeo with something like this.'

first rodeo sounds foreign from her, and it inexplicably makes you laugh. 'you're doing fine.' you realize that beatrice is just as nervous as you are, maybe even more: she loves ava. she has a whole life with ava. 'i — does ava want to talk to me?'

'i haven't told her yet. i wanted to see how you felt first, without any pressure, and i didn't want her to feel disappointed. but i know she will be... overjoyed, to have you in her life again, if you want.'

'yeah.' you think of ava's jokes and how full of life she was, even when she didn't have access to much of it herself. you think about the clumsy drawings you had made her, and how happy she was every time she got to go outside in her wheelchair. 'i do, want that. a lot.'

beatrice's smile is relieved and grateful. 'i can talk to her, then, and then maybe you two can set up a video chat? i know she'll be beside herself with excitement.'

'yeah,' you say, and you can't help but smile looking forward to it. it doesn't sound like ava's changed much, in the good ways, which is super cool. 'i'm excited too.'

/

your palms are clammy and you feel like you might throw up, but beatrice had sent you a link to a zoom and asked if the evening worked for you; you're so thrilled but also, like, what if ava doesn't like you anymore? what if she's way way cooler than you, or too grown up, or just bored by your life? it had been one thing, to lose her when you were young and confused, to have to grieve her absence so obliquely — but it would be an entirely different thing now, to know she's alive and has a life of her own and just doesn't want you in it. you don't really know how you would handle that. ava was your friend and ava was your sister, in the ways that really matter.

but, you realize very quickly, all of your anxiety was for nothing, because ava's face pops on screen — older, and her hair is shorter, and there are slight laugh lines settling into the skin around her eyes, but she mostly looks the same — and her smile is so warm and then she starts to cry and laugh and, yeah. if you do too, it's fine. no one else is in your dorm room anyway.

'hey,' she says, the first to get any words out. she's sitting up, and she waves, and you feel like you're seeing a real life miracle, right there on your computer screen. 'you look so old. i really missed you.'

'you look so old too.' she grins. 'i really missed you.'

it's a little stilted at first, probably because you're both overwhelmed, but then it's just... the fucking best. ava is a bartender, 'mostly for fun,' she says, which, whatever that means, and she still loves the beach. they apparently have a house right by the water. she starts crying again when you tell her you got adopted, that you're not so sick anymore because you have good doctors and caring parents, that you're in school to become an accountant.

'the family business?' she says, choked up, after you tell her that your adoptive mom is one too, and that she wanted you to be able to take over one day if you were interested.

it's as unbelievable to you some days as it seems to her, on bright mornings or when you get to go skiing in the cold snow, when your friends pass around a joint or when you get to go to a museum, whenever you want. 'yeah,' you say —  a family; you learn ava has one too. 'it's pretty incredible.'

/

'holy shit, ava.'

she just laughs, letting you go in front of her into her house. well, her and beatrice's house, you guess. you'd facetimed and texted a bunch with ava in the past two months, so you had figured out they were kinda loaded, and they'd both picked you up from the airport in a very sleek, fancy volvo, but, like —

'this is nuts.'

you think you might immediately cry again when you notice, right away, how there's not a single part of the house you can see that isn't accessible for someone in a wheelchair. ava had told you that she can walk but some days has a lot of pain and a hard time with mobility, and that beatrice was awesome and she had a good chair and even a van and a service dog, but you never could've imagined this. their house is huge and beautiful, like something you'd see in an AD tour you like to watch when you're stoned. ava has a cane today, and beatrice trundles in with your bag — she had insisted, quietly, but with a look that told you it would be totally pointless to argue.

'your house is awesome,' you say, to both of them.

beatrice smiles gently. 'we redid it last year, for accessibility. i think it turned out great.'

'wanna see the best part?' ava says, using her cane to bounce a little on the balls of her feet and you have to clear your throat because you had known her for so long. you had loved her for so long, your best friend in the entire world, who was smart and funny and bursting at the seams to feel it all, to really get to live.

'dude,' you say, 'of course.'

'i'm going to put your bag in your room,' beatrice says. 'and then i have a work call. but i should be done after the hour, for whatever you'd like to do, if you want me to join.'

'of course we want you to join,' ava says, and beatrice blushes and then gathers herself and kisses the top of ava's head before she offers you a thumbs up — nerdy, and it makes ava snort — and then lifts your bag like it weighs two pounds or something. 'love of my life,' ava says. 'definitely doesn't have a work call, but she's been stressed all week about making sure she gives us time to ourselves but doesn't seem aloof. huge weirdo.'

'she's hot.'

'ew, diego.'

you shrug. 'all i'm saying is that, like, i get it. not for me, because she's, like, super gay, but you know. for you.' you take a breath. 'sorry, i'm just excited.'

ava laughs. 'bea is super gay, it's true.' she points to a button on the wall nearby and then floor to ceiling glass doors that separate the living space from the patio. 'now, check this out.'

it's pretty fucking wild that ava went from the horrible orphanage, and tons of abuse that you were too small and too weak and too scared to stop, to a whole house that opens up to a day bed and an outdoor kitchen and dining area and a hot tub, a small patch of grass, and then the sea behind — but in the best kind of way. the kind of way that makes you want to tell everyone you meet that things can get better. that good things will happen to good people, at least sometimes. at least ava, who is the best of all of them.

ava motions for you to come with and walks outside, and then it's, like, genuinely the best thing ever when a black and white dog — korra, who ava sends you pictures of all the time and has featured in multiple zoom calls — who was napping in the sun, perks her head up and you swear she, like, dog-smiles at ava. 'hi, good girl,' ava says, and then claps her hands once and korra obediently, and happily, comes to ava's right side and sits, leans her little head against ava's thigh.

'i can't spend this entire time crying,' you say, and ava laughs. 'can i say hi?'

'of course,' she says. 'she's not usually formally working at home, unless i'm having a really bad day. which, you know, i'm not, but they do happen sometimes.' she shrugs and you kneel down in the sun and pet korra's soft ears as she nuzzles your face.

'she's so cool,' you say, and then kiss the top of her head and her nose. 'hey korra! i'm your uncle, i guess?'

'yeah! uncle diego.'

it makes you beam, to sit on the patio with ava as she shows you some of the tasks korra has been trained to do, and tells you about her bar you'll go to later, and points toward their outdoor shower with a sly smile. you do her the courtesy of fake gagging, although you really are just mostly happy for her, with her partner and her dog and a house that was built just for her.

eventually, beatrice comes outside, carrying a very intense charcuterie board. she places it down on the day bed, between you and ava, korra happily snoozing at your feet.

‘hi baby,’ ava says and scoots closer to you, then tugs on beatrice’s hand until she sits. ava kisses her temple. ‘this is very extravagant.’

‘well, we have a guest,’ beatrice says. ‘there’s wine inside, if you’d like a glass.’

‘i know nothing about wine,’ you admit, ‘but if there’s one you think… pairs? well with, you know —‘ you gesture to the elegantly laid out spread of food in front of you — ‘then i’ll trust you and go with that.’

ava grins. ‘yes, beatrice. be our resident sommelier, please.’

beatrice rolls her eyes, again with a blush, but then stands, ignoring ava’s pout. ‘i’ll be right back.’

‘she’s, like, really nice.’

ava lays back with a grin. ‘well she’s on her i was raised by diplomats and nannies most proper behavior right now. i don’t get charcuterie boards like this… ever.’ she takes a bite of cheese. ‘but bea is wonderful. she’s brilliant and funny and so, so kind. she’ll loosen up. i’m really excited you get to spend time with her.’

‘i’m thankful she reached out. i — i’m so happy to be here, and to see you.’

‘me too, my dude.’

beatrice comes back out with fancy real crystal glasses and a bottle of wine she explains is a vintage napa chardonnay, which mostly just makes you think it’s expensive. it probably is, with the way she efficiently uncorks it — ava practically drools, annoying, and you elbow her in the ribs — but it’s, like, really good. at least compared to the cheap wine you sometimes have with your friends when you order greek food.

‘diego,’ beatrice says, measured and anxious and, if ava’s stupid expression is anything to go by, endearing, ‘as you know, i like to surf. although it’s quite early, i was wondering if you might like to join me tomorrow? one of my best friends is an excellent instructor and the wave report looks ideally calm. ava thought you might be interested, if you’d like to learn?’

‘yeah,’ you say. ‘of course. that sounds sick.’

beatrice grins, relaxing a little. ava squeezes her hand. ‘i find it quite fun. it can be hard at first, but it’s nice to be in the water.’

‘diego gets his astounding athletic ability from my side of the family,’ ava says, patting you on the knee.

‘your side of the family?’ beatrice arches a brow.

‘yeah, the orphan side,’ you say, an old joke coming back to you, and ava gives you a high five.

‘i —‘

‘don’t think about it too hard, beatrice. diego also gets his bisexuality from my side of the family too.’

‘now that i’m willing to believe.’

ava winks at you, and then settles back into beatrice’s side.

/

admittedly, you're exhausted, so the mezcal margarita — smoky and just the right amount of sour — is hitting harder than you thought.

'okay,' ava says, 'boys are easy to flirt with.'

beatrice rolls her eyes.

'they are, bea,' she insists, then looks to you. 'sorry, diego, but boys are just... simple. they see someone hot, especially me, and there's, like, no thoughts.'

you think of the way luis had kissed you one night at a party — with his strong hands and his strong jaw and the rough, delicious scratch of his beard — after you'd just offered him a drink politely, so. honestly, that tracks.

'girls, though, diego.'

you laugh.

'you know, people who aren't men.'

'yeah, of course.'

'difficult. i just — whew.'

'aren't you, like, basically married?'

'well, yes, we're domestic partners. but beatrice is horrible at flirting. she's just lucky she's brilliant, and beautiful, and handsome, and funny.'

beatrice rolls her eyes again, although a blush spreads across her cheeks. 'i think i have more women try to flirt with me than you.'

ava huffs. 'that's because you're just — ugh.' she turns toward you. 'bea has grown into being a lesbian magnet. i once was superior. plus, boys flirt with me too.' she claps you on the back. 'either way, between the two of us, we'll teach you everything you need to know.'

'they won't,' one of their friends says, sliding in next to beatrice, who smiles and kisses him on the cheek. he's maybe the hottest person you've ever seen, with tattoos down both arms and a neat fade, probably a few years older than beatrice. 'i'm keiko,' he says, and offers his hand. his handshake is so strong and you feel yourself blush. 'i own the dojo beatrice goes to.'

'my favorite sparring partner,' beatrice says. 'partially because i have never lost.'

keiko waves her off.

'uh, i'm diego.'

ava laughs, delightedly, at how flustered you clearly are.

'well, if you want advice on boys, i am quite successful.'

'i'm sure you are.'

ava gives you a high five, mortifyingly. 'that's my man.'

'i'm cutting both of you off,' beatrice says.

'one shot, bea, please. come on. all we have to do is walk home.'

beatrice sighs dramatically and runs a hand through her hair, and keiko nudges her in the shoulder. 'for once in your life, beatrice, have a little fun.'

it takes a moment, but she laughs. 'fine. one shot, and then home.'

/

you surf the next morning, early as fuck, but you’re kind of jetlagged anyway and it’s really beautiful to watch the sunrise while you rest on a board. you haven’t popped up and you got tired pretty fast, but beatrice’s friend, ray — and beatrice herself, obviously — are patient and relaxed and don’t seem to care at all.  ava wanders out eventually, setting out a towel and drinking a to-go cup of coffee. she waves happily and blows a kiss in beatrice’s direction, who blushes. it had made you laugh, quietly, when she had put a special bucket hat designed for surfing on after she situated her wetsuit.

‘i don’t want to get sunburned,’ she explained, and then handed you a bottle of spf 100 sunscreen and a zinc stick.

eventually you ride a wave in on your knees, laughing, and then go sit by ava while you watch ray and beatrice and the rest of their little crew surf the next set, bigger on the outer break. you can tell beatrice shows off, for ava and, maybe a bit, for you. it's still early, and ava's happy to sit back in the easy quiet.

'hey,' you say after a while, during a break in sets, 'so, beatrice introduced me this morning as "ava's little brother".'

she turns to you, studies your features carefully, just like she always would when you were in the orphanage, trying to pay close attention. 'did that feel okay?'

'other than the fact that i'm taller than you —'

'— hey —'

'— of course,' you say. 'i love being your brother.'

ava scoots closer to you and bumps your shoulder with hers; you have your wetsuit down around your waist and she has one of beatrice's hoodies on, but you've mostly dried off by this point so you put your arm around her shoulders and tug her to you.

'do you, uh. sister? sibling?'

ava smiles. 'either is great.'

'okay.'

'thanks, diego.'

'nothing to thank me for there. i should be thanking you, honestly. all expenses paid trip to a bougie beach house in california to see someone i've missed so much? the dream.'

she sniffles. you don't know all the details but you know ava has been through some real shit after she — came back to life, you guess? 'i missed you too, so so much.' she clears her throat and wipes under her eyes. 'in the spirit of being your cool older sibling, what mild to moderately wild things do you want to do here. i don't want your parents to be mad at me so consider wisely.'

'tattoo.'

'do you have anything planned that you would want?'

'well, no.'

ava laughs.

'what? beatrice has cool tattoos.'

'she is a staunch believer that you should plan your tattoos in advance. but think of something and then next time we'll get you all set up with her artist, if you want.'

there's a level of maturity and care that's a little unexpected but, like, really cool? really nice. it's kind of weird and makes you a bit emotional, because ava is grown up. she's still an idiot, and constantly annoying, and very funny — but she's gotten to get older, and so have you.

'we could dye our hair,' she says, shrugging. 'easy to rectify, if it's a disaster.'

'i'm so in, man.' your hair is darker than hers, and you have no idea if she knows what she's doing, but you trust beatrice — with her neat hair and neat house and neat clothes and seemingly undying love for ava — to monitor the situation.

'maybe we can do the bi flag.'

it makes you laugh, imagining how silly it would look. 'what about just purple? like, a light purple situation.'

'i've done that before,' she tells you excitedly. 'loved it. definitely time to return.'

'deal. also, i want to try california weed.'

ava grins. 'we would have let you last night, you know, but you were actively falling asleep at the bar after one cocktail.'

'it's the time difference, i swear.'

'sure it is.'

'well, bea loves her edibles. she's very particular about them. i'm... much less particular about joints, but we can start off chill. maybe this afternoon. and then we can have tacos.'

'that sounds like a perfect day.'

she smiles. 'yeah,' she says. 'even more perfect because i get to share it with you.'

'gross,' you say, although you might suddenly cry. 'sappy.'

'yeah, yeah. whatever.'

you keep your arm around ava's shoulders and watch beatrice and ray trade tricks the next set, and then they both call it and walk, laughing, toward you. ava struggles to stand with a frown, and you offer your arm for her to take if she wants. she does, smiles quickly in thanks and then, you know too, moves on without a word. she kisses beatrice soundly on the mouth, then pushes her goofy bucket hat off her head, fastened around her neck and resting on the back of her shoulders, and then gratuitously unzips her wetsuit while ray rolls her eyes.

it's a whole big world, you learn more and more every day. ray joins you for breakfast and then ava takes you shopping while you're pretty sure beatrice just naps. ava uses her chair and brings korra, which is mostly just the coolest thing in the world to you, because she has a whole van customized too, and she just — you had known, when you were younger, when ava would get to go outside in her chair, that nothing was limiting her other than care, and access. you had been limited too, and you ached with it. you ache differently now, because ava navigates her day fully and independently: a wheelchair lift for the stairs, and a huge, beautiful closet and kitchen where she can reach everything without having to stand, and korra, who can turn on lights and open doors and brings you a juice from the fridge when you sit down and mention you're thirsty; ava grins with the command and then praises korra, and you scratch her soft head and even softer ears.

beatrice does supervise when you and ava dye your hair, but ava mostly knows what she's doing, and really gets distracted the most when she looks over at beatrice in lowslung joggers and a cutoff tank and a beanie, leaning against the doorframe quietly, a fond expression on her face. ava wears crop tops and wideleg pants and expensive sneakers and you both end up laughing when you have your matching lavender hair.

you eat edibles that make everything feel lush and slow and perfect, and beatrice laughs softly at ava's ramble about her arms, and she orders a ton of her favorite chinese food that you eat on the patio at sunset. you take some pictures on your film camera, at sunset, and beatrice takes a few of you and ava. you wish you could go back in time and tell both of you, when you were small and sad and scared and abused, that things would be this beautiful one day. that things would be this good.

ava and beatrice eventually say goodnight before they head inside to their bedroom. there's too much light pollution in los angeles to see many of the stars, but you know they're there all the same.

[joker-ace]

This is kind of a wild thing to admit, but when my best friend and I were kids (like 12-13), we had an entire MHA RP and we used a lot of OCs we found randomly online. Obviously we grew out of that pretty fast, and as an adult now I look back on it with a little bit of guilt cause ya know, they were other people’s characters and I don’t think we understood why that was a weird thing to do at that age?

Anyway, long story short, Inori was one of the characters we used the most and I had honestly completely forgotten that I just saw him while browsing google one day and I loved his design, so I used him. I haven’t even thought about that RP in several years, but I thought you might get a kick out of knowing that Inori has been happily living on my Tomodachi Life island for AGES now. He’s one of the first Miis I added and he’s actually married to another person’s MHA OC (who we wrote as his love interest in the RP back in the day too 😅) He’s one of my favorites on there, and it didn’t strike me until today how his original artist had no idea about any of this!

I just thought you might laugh a little about it! I really hope that doesn’t upset or offend you in any way 😅 If it does, I genuinely do apologize. It’s not something I would ever do now, obviously!

TLDR: Inori is alive and well in my Tomodachi Life and my best friend and I really loved your art as kids :)

Genuinely feeling a mixed of things about this, so I waited to sleep on it before responding. And the lasting thought I had the past couple of days since getting this ask was "Oh yeah, been there, done that."

In my early internet RPing days, I too was just a kid that took random pics online willy-nilly bc I thought it no harm to do so, especially for something silly as a random rp online. Obviously, like u & ur friends, I realized later on how bad it was to just take someone else's character and make it your own, w/o consent from the original artist-- especially as an artist myself.

The overall thing I'm willing to say on this is that I'm glad you guys loved my art (and Inori especially apparently!! 😂). I can probably assume you guys weren't being malicious about it, and if someone had ever pointed it out back then, u probably would have stopped. 😅 But what's done is done, and I did get a laugh at Inori living in ur Tomodachi Life.

[dirty-bear-rick-sanchez]

Squanchy's Terrible Stand-up Phase

Finally, finally, i'm posting this fic that I've had in my WIPs for almost 2 years now 😅 thank you to everyone who submitted an ask for a snippet/commented on them, it helped me get some confidence and motivation to finally finish and post this!

I'm sure the title gives away the time period this is set in 😅 it's some messy unrequited(?) Birdrick with a bit of everything - we've got pining, we've got smut, we've got angst, we've got mating season, we've got a very specific James Acaster reference.

Summary: A mishap during one of Squanchy's stand-up performances gives Rick and Birdperson the chance to act on some feelings. ~6k words.

“Hey everybody, I’m Squanchy! I just flew in from the Andromeda system and, boy, are my arms tired!” 

The short feline’s voice rings out across the room, met with silence from all but two members of the audience, who give awkward, forced laughs. If Squanchy is aware of his friends’ insincerity, he shows no signs of caring, grinning happily and carrying on. 

“Haha, nah, I’m just squanchin’ with you guys. How ‘bout that space-line food, huh? Anyway, I was on my way over here, and I was squanchin’ next to this guy, right, this Zofleepian dude…” 

As he launches into a squanch-heavy spiel, Rick and Birdperson both glance away from the stage and meet each other’s gaze with twin grimaces. Somehow, Squanchy has landed a gig as the warm-up guy for what is apparently a fairly popular act, meaning that the venue is significantly bigger and busier than any he’s performed at before, either doing stand-up or as part of The Flesh Curtains. As such, the two other band members have found themselves seated mostly out of sight and earshot of the stage. Small mercies.

Birdperson turns to Rick and speaks quietly.

“Rick, I realise I am not a comedy expert, but I must admit that Squanchy is… not good at this.”

Rick snorts. “That’s putting it lightly! And how are you just now realising? D-do you not remember any of his other shows?”

“It is true that Squanchy’s stand-up has not been particularly up to standard in the past, but I thought that he would have made some improvement by now.”

Rick makes a show of looking around the room, then turns to Birdperson with a devilish grin and leans in to whisper surreptitiously. 

“Well, you know, it is a pretty big crowd. I don’t think he’d miss us if we snuck out.”

Birdperson's face shifts, subtly, but Rick knows him well enough to recognise it as an expression of disapproval, and feels a flicker of panic and defensiveness start to rise in his chest.

“Rick, Squanchy is our friend. We must support him, even in his flaws, just as we support you in yours.” 

Birdperson’s words sting, and Rick’s guard comes up even more. 

“W-whatever.” he grumbles. “Geez, I was just joking, Pers. D-d-don’t get your feathers in a bunch.”

Rick shifts in his seat so that he’s facing away from Birdperson, crossing his arms over his chest. He feels a gentle touch on his hand, making his breath catch in his throat. Although he’s loath to admit it, even to himself, Rick is developing a serious crush on his ex-bandmate slash roommate slash best friend, and he can’t help but turn back to Birdperson. The other man is looking at him with concern in his serious deep brown eyes.

“Rick, it was not my intention to offend you. However, I do not wish to upset Squanchy by leaving.” 

Birdperson speaks matter-of-factly as ever, but he doesn’t remove his hand from Rick’s. Rick tries to breathe normally, to act as if nothing is out of the ordinary. Despite many, many hookups, he hasn’t felt this way about anyone since Diane, giddy and sappy and in love. He knows how delicate love is, how easily it can break or be taken away, and is acutely aware of the consequences. He’s still angry and bitter and hurting, and he doesn’t know if he could take any more of those feelings that would inevitably come with another relationship. However, he’s been starting to notice small, almost imperceptible changes in Birdperson’s behaviour recently, and it’s becoming increasingly harder to convince himself to ignore them, tell himself he’s reading too much into things, and that anyway it’s not worth the risk of letting himself be vulnerable and getting his heart broken all over again. 

Unfortunately, despite what Rick might like to think about himself, however logical and intelligent and detached he might like to believe himself to be, he knows that he’s a slave to his own emotions. No amount of reasoning or experience can stop the butterflies from swirling furiously in his stomach when he sees Birdperson smile at him, or beat his powerful wings in flight, or emerge glistening from the shower with only a towel concealing his dick from Rick’s longing gaze. 

He hates the fact that Birdperson always manages to sneak past his defences, hates knowing that Birdperson can get away with almost anything because the part of Rick’s brain that’s meant to be in charge of his emotions suddenly forgets all negativity when it comes to BP. There are only two other people Rick has ever known who he could never stay angry with, and both of them are dead. 

He can’t afford to let that happen again, but he’s helpless at the hands of his crush. 

Rick snaps back to the present with a blink. He’s speechless, half because he doesn’t know how to respond without fucking things up, and half because the light touch of his friend’s hand on his is taking up all of the processing power in his brain. Instead of saying anything, he flashes a helpless, almost sheepish smile at Birdperson, who mirrors the expression and moves his hand ever so slightly so that he can squeeze Rick’s hand in his. The feeling is so intense that Rick has to avert his eyes, and he hopes the dimmed lighting above the audience is enough to hide the heat he can feel in his cheeks. 

Luckily for him, it’s not long before a distraction arrives. An audience member, apparently dissatisfied with the stand-up and clearly very inebriated by some sort of illicit substance, stumbles up onto the stage, much to the jeers and cheers of the rest of the audience.

“I can do better than this shit!” he declares. “So, I was at Birding Man last year, and in the tent next to mine, I could hear this couple going at it, you know what I mean? Yeah you do! And the guy goes ‘I’m gonna cum in your pussy’!” 

Squanchy stares on in disbelief, and the noise of the crowd drops instantly into stunned silence, the atmosphere palpably different from moments before. The interrupter seems to panic, and repeats, even louder, “I’m gonna cum in your pussy!”

Still receiving no response, the man suddenly takes drastic action in the form of dropping his pants and starting to masturbate furiously. Almost immediately, the audience roars to life, booing and jeering and shouting. As the room around him devolves into chaos, Rick feels a tug on his hand. He looks to see Birdperson standing up and allows himself to be pulled to his feet. Birdperson makes a hasty retreat amid the pandemonium and Rick follows, neither of them dropping the other’s hand. 

They exit into a foyer, where Rick expects Birdperson to stop. However, he heads for a door, which he opens to reveal a supply closet.

“Let us wait it out in here.” he says simply, and Rick shrugs.

“Eh, sure.” 

They both enter, pulling the door shut behind them. Rick perches on a small table, while Birdperson leans against a wall opposite him. The room is small enough to force them into each other’s personal space, and Rick has to try hard to keep his composure.

“So, uh, what happened to not leaving?” Rick asks, trying to seem casual.

“My main concern was that Squanchy would see us leaving, or otherwise notice our absence. However, I think he should be sufficiently distracted for a while.” 

Birdperson is close enough that Rick can feel the air brush against his face when he speaks. Rick has to stop himself from shivering at the feeling. He focuses so hard on not reacting that he doesn’t notice another, much more visible, sign of his arousal until Birdperson addresses it.

“Is that a gun in your pocket, Rick Sanchez, or are you just happy to see me?” 

His tone is almost exactly the same as always, but Rick can detect the note of cheekiness in it. He quickly crosses his legs and looks away, knowing this time that his blush is definitely visible. His mind and mouth both scramble for an excuse, but before either can form anything even remotely coherent, Birdperson speaks again.

“Rick, if I may be frank, I think that we might be able to help each other out. The truth is, it is approaching mating season for my people, and I am starting to feel the effects of it.”

Rick can’t quite believe his ears. He wants this so badly, and if it was anyone but BP, he wouldn’t hesitate. However, fucking things up with a stranger in a bar is very different to fucking things up with your best friend and roommate, and Rick doesn’t trust himself to read the situation correctly.

“W-w-what’re you sayin’, Pers?”

“If you wish, we should have sex.” Rick stiffens, but Birdperson continues. “During mating season, my people experience greatly heightened libido, and you are clearly in a similar state of arousal, so I believe it would be mutually beneficial.” 

Something about hearing Birdperson state things so simply really turns Rick on. He’s no stranger to directness or dirty talk, yet something about Birdperson’s factual candour sends a jolt of passion through him.  

“Rick, if I have misread the situation or overstepped my boundaries, I apologise. I-” Birdperson’s deep voice snaps Rick out of his reverie and Rick realises how long he must have paused.

“N-n-n-n-no it’s fine! I would love to have sex with you!” he blurts, the words pouring out before he even realises what they are. As soon as he processes what he’s just said, he panics immensely. Goddammit, what is it about this man that turns his brain to mush? Rick’s wildly out of his depth, used to being smooth and suave and confident around his romantic interests. The flustered nervousness is unfamiliar to him, and he has no idea how to act. Without a script, more words hurry out of his mouth. 

“Fuck! I mean, I, uh, I would be happy to help you out! I mean-”

“Rick.” Birdperson interrupts, calmly, quietly, yet assertively enough that Rick instantly falls silent. A brief flicker of arousal passes through his body as his brain readily supplies a fantasy of Birdperson using this exact tone in the bedroom and - no! Not fucking now!

“It seems you are uncomfortable. If I have done anything to cause this, I offer my apologies.”

“No, no, Pers, it’s OK! It’s just, um…” Rick pauses, trying to work out how much he can afford to give away. He takes a deep breath and lets his guard down, just a little. “I-I just… didn’t think you would be interested in me like that.”

“You mean sexually?”

Rick nods, unable to meet Birdperson’s gaze. How is it that he can normally say and hear the most explicit, filthy things without so much as batting an eye, but even the tamest comment from Birdperson has him acting like a schoolboy with his first crush?

“So you feel insecure? Is that the only reason?” 

Birdperson’s statement, combined with his unexpectedly gentle voice, catches Rick off guard. Part of him fights against the vulnerability, coiling defensively in his stomach like a snake, while another longs to relax into the safety of Birdperson’s soothing tone. The maelstrom of thoughts and emotions trick Rick’s brain into allowing the truth to slip out of his mouth before he can even process what the truth is.

“I feel like I’d be… betraying Diane, or, or cheating on her.” 

“Forgive me, Rick, but I do not understand. You have ‘hooked up’ with many people since I have known you. Why is this different?”

Rick panics, not sure how to get out of this situation. His frantic brain can’t cook up any lies, so he settles for a half-truth, omitting as much as he can.

“All those hookups are people I didn’t know or care about. None of them meant anything… it was just sex. We’re… friends.”

“So it is different to have sex with friends?” Birdperson asks. Rick nods, not sure how to elaborate without giving away his feelings. They’re still fresh and raw, and he’s not ready to reveal them yet. Thankfully, Birdperson continues.

“Is this a human concept?”

“Y-yeah, I guess so. I never really thought about it. Humans usually only have casual sex or sex within relationships.” 

Even as he’s saying the words, he knows they’re not strictly true. Plenty of people were friends with benefits - he and Diane with Nimbus, for instance - but he’s found an excuse and he’s too much of a pussy to offer any information that might raise questions. 

Birdperson’s brow furrows as he mulls the concept over. 

“This is interesting. Although I never had any friends on my home planet, I know that it is very common for my people to help relieve their friends during mating season. We have two terms, messoo yabah and messoo sorah - ‘flesh mate’ and ‘spirit mate’. ‘Flesh mate’ is for someone you have sex with - a friend or stranger - and ‘spirit mate’ is for a life partner, with whom you would have children and a soul bond. I had assumed that ‘hook up’ was equivalent to mesoo yabah.”

Rick raises one side of his brow. Birdperson looks so similar to him, it’s easy to forget that he’s not just a human with bird features, but a member of an entirely different species, with different customs and views around things such as sex and relationships. 

“Huh. I guess that makes sense.” 

“Forgive me, Rick, I did not realise that my offer would be out of the ordinary for your species. It seems that we have encountered another cultural difference.”

Rick coughs out a nervous laugh. “Y-yeah.”

They stand in awkward silence for a few moments, the small distance between them only adding to the tension, thickening it so that Rick struggles to breathe. 

Eventually, Birdperson breaks the silence.

“I did not understand the gravity of what I was asking. If you wish, we can simply move on and not mention this ever again.”

A tiny, cowardly part of Rick wants to seize the opportunity to run away from his problems, but the rest of his being is crying out for Birdperson so thoroughly that he knows he’ll never forgive himself if he doesn’t take this chance. 

“N-no! Let’s, let’s do it!” Rick cringes at how enthusiastic and awkward he sounds.

“Are you certain? I do not wish to pressure you into anything. I would not have asked had I realised the implications for you.”

“No, Pers, i-it’s OK. I’m not exactly like most humans anyway. Besides, what else are we supposed to do while we’re waiting for this to blow over?” Rick gestures vaguely in the direction of the performance room, where the sounds of struggle are still audible.

“If this is truly something you want, I need to hear you say it.” Birdperson stares intensely into Rick’s eyes. Rick swallows but finds he can’t look away.

“I want this. I want you. Now.”

Almost before Rick can process what’s happening, Birdperson has closed the tiny space between them, one hand squarely in the small of his back, the other arm wrapped around his shoulders, their lips meeting more gently than Rick would have expected. Rick feels his body melt into Birdperson’s touch, the tension leaving his muscles and instead pooling into his growing erection. He kisses back hungrily, fuelled by the months of pining and suppressing his attraction, reaching to wrap his own arms around Birdperson, burying his fingers deep into his friend’s feathers. Birdperson seems to take this as a cue, pulling Rick even closer to him and allowing his lips to fall apart to make way for Rick’s eager tongue. 

Rick feels Birdperson’s hand trail down to rest on his hip and squeeze his ass. The touch coaxes a gasp from his mouth and Birdperson pulls back. Rick’s brain protests the loss of sensation, a low whine spilling out.

“Is this acceptable?” Birdperson murmurs, his eyes inquisitive and caring.

“Yes, God, yes, Pers, please.”

That’s all the confirmation Birdperson needs to swallow Rick’s mouth up with his own once again. Rick digs his fingers deeper into Birdperson’s plumage and is rewarded with a shaky exhale directly into his own mouth. Feeling the consequences of his own actions sends yet more blood coursing downwards and he can’t help but push his crotch against Birdperson’s hip at the sensation. As he does, he feels Birdperson’s boner pressing into his thigh and his own cock throbs in response.

Birdperson lets his hand drift even further down, claws brushing tantalisingly against Rick’s inner thigh. He’s careful not to cause any actual damage, but Rick is so desperate for more that it feels like torture anyway. 

Rick has to pull his mouth away to breathe, panting as though he were the one in heat, but keeps their bodies as close to each other as possible.

“Pers, please, I need you to take me.” he moans.

“You want me to fuck you?” Birdperson is so straightforward it’s almost unbearable.

“Yes, God, yes!”

“Do you have lube?”

“In my-in my wallet.” Rick moans, fighting to get the words out as Birdperson’s claws still caress his delicate skin.    

Birdperson removes the stimulating hand to retrieve the lube from Rick’s jean pocket, letting his mouth suck Rick’s neck with such primal abandon he could just as well be devouring the flesh instead of kissing it. The sensation only heightens the burning ache that Birdperson’s hand is no longer satisfying and Rick could almost cry with need. In desperation, he reaches his own hand down to stroke his dick.

Birdperson places his hand firmly on Rick’s shoulder and turns him around, bending him forward over the desk. His clawed hands come forward to rest on Rick’s belt buckle.

“Is this what you want?” he whispers, the words tickling their way down Rick’s neck.

“Yes!”

Birdperson’s hands undo the buckle agonisingly slowly before finally pulling Rick’s jeans down to expose his bare ass. Rick hears the sounds of Birdperson tearing open the packet of lube and applying it to his own dick. As he does so, he keeps his lips next to Rick’s ear, teeth grazing the sensitive skin, and mutters,

“Do you know how often I have fantasised about doing this? Whenever I am behind you during a performance, or in the kitchen, and I see these jeans clinging to you, all I can think about is pulling them down and bending you over the table.”

A distant part of Rick’s brain is surprised by this information, but horniness takes over as Birdperson’s comment riles him up so much that he writhes with impatience.

All of a sudden, strong hands, one still slippery with lube, grab his hips, stilling their motion. A breath stutters its way from Rick’s lungs and his brain short-circuits and he thinks for a second he might come from that alone. Just when he thinks he’s reached the peak of pleasure, a finger probes its way into his entrance, the claw retracted.

“Oh god, please, more.” He’s not sure if the words are even comprehensible, pulled from his mouth by Birdperson’s stroking finger. More sounds that could be words or could just as easily be mindless gasps of pleasure spill out, begging for more.

Rick’s moans become a whine as he feels the finger retreat, only to change back to a cry as he finally feels Birdperson’s cock inside him. He gasps until he feels like his lungs will burst, letting the air out in a series of moans as Birdperson begins to thrust. Rick’s fingers curl around the edge of the desk until his knuckles go white. Birdperson’s hands are on his hips again, his claws pricking against Rick’s skin in a way that feels so good, the pain mixing with the pleasure like the delicious contrast of salt against sweetness.

All Rick’s aware of is hands on his hips, dick inside him, both of them belonging to Birdperson. The sensations build and build until they breach the barrier, overwhelming his brain and body in a flood of endorphins. Rick’s legs shake so violently that he collapses into the table, warmth shooting from the end of his cock. He cries out, held aloft by a cloud of pleasure, his orgasm tingling throughout his body. Distantly, he’s aware of Birdperson coming inside him with an animalistic cry, and he wants to commit the experience to memory forever, but the thought quickly slips from his grasp, lost to the haze of his climax.

After what could be a second or a decade, Birdperson withdraws, leaving Rick with a vague feeling of emptiness.

“Are you alright?” he asks, still breathless. Rick nods, his own breathing heavy and rapid. Birdperson turns Rick over with incredible gentleness and brushes his hair from his sweaty forehead, his hand coming to rest in Rick’s hair. Rick feels his heart evaporate in his chest.

Birdperson rests his forehead against Rick’s, their hot breath coasting over each other’s skin. Despite what they’ve just done, Rick can’t help but feel shy at this level of intimacy. At the same time, he never wants it to end. 

Regrettably, it does.

“We should clean up.” Birdperson states, his tone so businesslike that Rick gets a sinking feeling that this didn’t mean as much to Birdperson as it did to him.

Rick gestures vaguely, his overloaded brain taking a few seconds to find the words. “Wipes… in my wallet.”

Birdperson retrieves them, a small smile gracing his face. “You really are prepared for every situation.” 

Rick wants to retort with his signature snark and perhaps just a touch of flirtatiousness, but he can’t conjure up anything, instead letting his mouth curve into what he’s sure is a ridiculous lovestruck grin.

He’s almost disappointed when Birdperson hands him a wipe instead of cleaning Rick up himself, but he tries to bring his mind back to reality. It’s probably a good thing for him to do this himself, instead of allowing himself to become dependent on someone else. They clean themselves - and the desk - up in silence.

Birdperson clears his throat. “We should hydrate. I will locate water.”

He adjusts his clothing so that he’s decent - much easier when your only garment is a skirt - and exits the room, presumably in search of the aforementioned water. Rick realises that he should do the same, and wrangles his orgasm-weakened body back into his jeans before lowering himself to the floor and leaning against the wall.

After a few minutes, Birdperson returns with bottled water, a tray of fancy-looking hors d'oeuvres, and a mischievous smirk.

Rick raises one side of his brow. “Where exactly did you find this?”

Birdperson rests the tray on the desk and removes the lid from the bottle. 

“I may have liberated them from a nearby Witi Fri.” he raises the bottle to his lips and takes a swig before offering it to Rick.

Rick takes the bottle with a grin, revelling in the moments Birdperson’s rebellious side shines through, contrasting with his apparently straight-laced persona. Witi Fris - disgustingly extravagant displays of wealth - are held by Tt’orees, just the sort of people who deserve to be relieved of some of their fancy party snacks. Rick drinks eagerly, the water blessing his parched throat, trying not to think too hard about his lips resting where Birdperson’s had only moments earlier.

Birdperson picks up the tray once again and sits down next to Rick, the enclosed space forcing them close together. Birdperson swings an arm around Rick, making him almost choke on the water he’s swallowing. He rests the tray across both their laps and picks up one of the snacks, popping it into his mouth in a way that Rick swears is flirtatious. He stares dumbly for a few seconds until Birdperson nudges him.

“While I have no objection to eating this entire platter myself, social norms dictate that I am obliged to share.”

Rick smiles shakily before handing the bottle back to Birdperson and taking one of the hors d’oeuvres, some sort of tart filled with veiny purple leaves and a bitty grey substance. It wouldn’t seem appetising to most humans, but Rick is familiar enough with alien foods that it doesn’t bother him. He places it into his mouth and finds it to be wonderfully umami with just a hint of sweetness. The taste breaks his appetite and he finds himself shovelling down more, not stopping until he hears a faint chuckle next to him. 

Rick’s eyes flicker across guiltily to Birdperson, realising he’s eaten most of the tray already.

“Whoops.” he mumbles flatly, dropping his gaze to his lap. Birdperson’s hand squeezes his shoulder reassuringly.

After a few moments, Rick feels Birdperson’s gaze burning into him in a way he can’t ignore. When he turns to face Birdperson, his friend is wearing a concerned expression and Rick knows exactly what’s coming.

“Rick.” Birdperson begins in his serious manner. “Now that our physical needs have been taken care of, are you alright… emotionally?”

Rick stares into Birdperson’s eyes, the eyes of someone who can penetrate through any walls or facades he puts up, eyes full of care. Even though he’d been steeling himself for the question, something about the tenderness in Birdperson’s expression breaks him. A strangled sob chokes its way from his throat before he can stop it. His hand flies up to cover his mouth, too late to hide the outburst of emotion. Rick frantically tries to pull himself together but the floodgates have been opened and there’s no way he can push them shut again until the raging tide has calmed. He feels Birdperson wrap his other arm around him and buries his head in his friend’s shoulder to spare himself at least the embarrassment of Birdperson seeing his face as he breaks down.

Birdperson holds Rick tightly, one hand reaching up to stroke his hair gently. Rick feels his body spasm with sobs that wrench themselves from his lungs, hyper-aware of the tears and snot making a humiliating mess of his face. Birdperson makes a strange, melodic cooing sound, something from his native language that Rick doesn’t have a hope of understanding but can assume is meant to be reassuring. 

Eventually, his body begins to tire itself out, and Birdperson’s repetition soothes his brain. Rick sniffles and takes a deep breath.

“I just… I miss her so much, Pers.” his voice is thick with emotion, and he cringes at its sound. “I’m meant to be out here finding her killer, finding Beth’s killer, but I can’t do it. I know I can’t do it, so I try to numb myself, with alcohol, and drugs, and sex, but it doesn’t work, a-and other times it works too well and all I can think is what a monster I am for having a good time when my daughter is dead.” Rick’s breath hitches dangerously on the final word and he has to fight to keep from collapsing back into sobs again.

Birdperson’s repetitive coo changes into another phrase from his language, before he switches back to common.

“Rick, I am sorry. I could tell you that you do not need to feel guilty, that it is not your fault, that your revenge will not bring them back, but I know that this is not what you want to hear. I know that it is not what I would want to hear. I can only offer my comfort and solidarity in having something taken from you that you can never get back. Even if our rebellion against the Gromflomites succeeds, it will not bring back all the people and culture lost to their invasion. It will not bring back my parents. But I still intend to, as you say, ’kick their insect asses’.”

A harsh, tearful laugh breaks through Rick’s sadness for a moment. Rick clutches onto Birdperson, the pain still stabbing through his chest, puncturing his lungs and snagging his breathing, feeling the slightest relief and appreciation for his friend knowing him well enough not to offer meaningless platitudes. He takes some small solace in their shared pain.

Birdperson continues to hold Rick, his digits stroking gentle, comforting patterns into Rick’s back and scalp, until Rick pulls back, scrubbing furiously at his streaming eyes and nose.

“Fuck.” he whispers, pulling his hands down his face and flicking away tears. He clears his throat roughly. “OK. I’m good.”

Birdperson squeezes Rick’s shoulder. “We do not have to return if you do not wish to.”

The offer is tempting, but Rick knows that he can’t hide here forever. 

“No, i-it’s OK. We’d better get back before Squanchy notices we’re missing.” he pauses, then adds, “But maybe I should find a bathroom first.”

Luckily, there’s a bathroom just around the corner. Birdperson waits while Rick blows his nose and splashes water on his face before they make their way back to the performance hall. Rick feels exhausted, but Birdperson’s reassuring touches and smiles give him just enough energy to force himself to carry on. 

Thankfully, they manage to slip back into their seats without being noticed. Somehow, the crisis has resolved itself and Squanchy is now back to performing his terrible routine. Rick’s hazy brain manages to clock the jokes as being near the end of the routine and he sends a silent prayer to a god he doesn’t believe in that he doesn’t have to deal with more standup on top of everything else.

Mercifully soon, Squanchy’s routine ends, and the host comes onstage to announce the main act. Squanchy leaves the stage and joins them, a huge grin on his face.

“I think that went pretty well!” he whispers to them.

Rick and Birdperson exchange a brief incredulous look, but offer encouraging smiles anyway.

Neither of them are particularly interested in seeing the main act, and Squanchy’s lashing tail betrays his burning need to talk about his performance, so they get up and leave. Rick remains mostly quiet for the walk back, allowing Squanchy to fill the air with excited ramblings about the evening.

When they make it back home, Squanchy decides to celebrate by - to no one’s surprise - getting high. Rick retires to bed but, despite the exhaustion plaguing his mind and body, fails to sleep, his mind preoccupied with trying to process the evening’s events. At one point, he hears Birdperson’s footsteps approaching and his heart soars at the thought of Birdperson coming to his room. Before he can smother the feeling, he hears Birdperson’s door open and shut, the sound reverberating through his abdomen like a punch. 

Idiot. 

He should’ve known not to get his hopes up, but he had anyway. He rolls out of bed and sits at his desk, pulling out his latest project. He stares blankly for a few minutes before trying to tinker with it, but quickly pushes it away in frustration. Another few minutes pass before he hauls himself out of the chair and wanders into the living room to find Squanchy draped across the top of the couch.

Squanchy slurs something that Rick assumes is a greeting and holds out a zazzle worm in offering. Rick accepts and collapses into the sofa before taking a hit. He glances to the TV, which is playing some sort of documentary in a language that neither of them speak. Squanchy is entranced anyway, giggling and lazily batting a paw in its direction. Rick takes another hit, closing his eyes and letting the waves of inebriation wash over him. When he next opens them, he notices the swirling colours of the TV. The alien sounds of the narration vibrate his ears and tickle his brain. The couch cushions, notoriously uncomfortable and hard, soften like clouds as they allow his body to sink into them.

When he comes to, it’s with a pounding in his head and a weight on his chest. He hears a groan that sounds just like he feels, and forces his eyes open to see Squanchy curled up on top of him, Rick’s own body sprawled across the couch.

Rick tries to sit up and Squanchy falls to the floor with a yelp.

“S-sorry, man.” Rick groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. Squanchy blinks, his eyelids drooping.  

Gradually, the two of them haul themselves to their feet, fumbling through cupboards in search of painkillers. Eventually, Squanchy finds some while Rick identifies the glass that looks least like a biohazard from the pile of dirty dishes in the sink and fills it with water. They take turns swallowing the much needed pills. 

Rick begins to stumble in the direction of his room. After only a few steps, he gives up and collapses back onto the sofa. He feels Squanchy clamber up to join him, settling across the back of the couch. Thankfully, the grogginess doesn’t take long to pull him back into blissful unconsciousness.

The front door slams and Rick shoots awake.

He hears a voice in the hallway, unfamiliar but distinctly feminine. He glances up to see Squanchy still passed out, drooling and twitching, and feels his heart begin to sink. Laughter rings out, a high-pitched giggle and a deep rumbling. 

Birdperson’s door opens and shuts. Rick squeezes his eyes shut and flinches as the sound seems to reverberate through his entire body.

All of a sudden, he’s upright and marching towards the front door, his vision still swinging slightly from the hangover. His heart pounds and burns in his chest. The door slams shut behind him.

Rick thunders his way down the stairs, the sound echoing in his head. From the countless times he’s been disturbed by others doing just that, he’s sure that everyone else in the building can hear it too. Good. Serves them right for doing the same to him.

He exits the apartment building and heads for the bar on the corner. Barely halfway there, he’s stopped by an alien.

“Excuse me, sir. Have you heard the message of G’gxzhgar?”

Rick whips round to face the insectoid, their exoskeleton covered in the telltale grey fur of  criscipiticae gxzhgaris, so named for the god its hosts inevitably begin to worship. He’s always thought of religion like this, an infection that spreads from person to person and takes over their brain, but this is that concept in its most literal form. Its victims have no control over its effect once the root takes hold, no way to see that they are being brainwashed by a fungus. They’re helpless, innocent. It isn’t their fault.

“I don’t give a fuck!” Rick snaps. “Your god is a-is a fucking disease! It just wants you to spread it to as many people as possible so it can eat you from the inside and you fucking deserve it for being so fucking stupid!”

The alien steps back in shock. Rick’s suddenly aware of his rapid breathing, of all the eyes judging him for shouting at the alien equivalent of a leper.

“Y-y-you think you’re better than me? If you don’t say anything, you’re just as sick as this guy!”

He storms off before any member of the crowd can recover enough to retaliate and barges into the bar. As soon as he sits down, a drink is placed in front of him; the bartender knows him well enough. Rick downs the glass and slides it back to be refilled, perhaps with more force than necessary. 

The alcohol burns his dry mouth and empty stomach, but he chokes it down anyway. He needs something to drown out the thoughts beginning to swirl inside his head.

It’s not until he’s downing his fourth drink that he finally begins to feel the blessed, dizzy pull of inebriation. His head throbs in protest as he continues to drink, fighting the urge to close his eyes.

Eventually, when his thoughts reach the desired incoherency and his head becomes too heavy to hold up any longer, he allows it to rest on the bar. A puddle of spilled alcohol sticks his cheek to the wood. He’s too drunk to care.

His eyes scan the rest of the bar for the first time since arriving. In every direction he looks, he sees couples flirting, kissing, interlocking tentacles.

He’s too drunk to care.

[merakiui]

Mera! I'm losing track of the days lol, but so long as i send an ask a week, i think i should be okay 😂

Also feel free to post your hsr hair thoughts bc i love to read your rambles as much as your fics! I'm looking forward to the jade one and him imitating floyd is really amusing. I like to think jade has a sort of pride about him where he loathes being compared to floyd but also jokes it off when someone does or when someone mistakes them, so i can imagine his pride and ego taking a hit but he endures it for sake of reader. Almost like he gets addicted to acting like floyd bc everyone likes floyd better anyways, right? So why not give the people what they want! He receives such a positive response when he acts like floyd that it rewires the hurt in his brain and suddenly the thing he hates is now cathartic for him but theres still that underlying hurt underneath >.<

BUT thats not why im here hehehe, for this weeks questionnnnn......

Who do you think would be the 'final girl' in a slasher film from each dorm? And then if u can, who do you think would be the ultimate survivor? You can optionally bestow the other titles; the virgin who lives but is hurt, the killer in hiding and the idiots who are the first to go, etc :D i read a yandere slasher fic here on tumblr where reader goes into a cabin with her friends and they get killed off one by one until the yandere presumably fucks reader and it has me back in my horror phase 😅 just pretend its Halloween in june, like xmas in july hahaha

-🐔 anon!!!!

:D hi hi 🐔!!!! Thank you for enjoying my writings and ramblings and for your interest in the upcoming Jade fic!! He'd do anything for you, even if it means he has to endure bittersweet pain just to see you smile. >_< all he wants is a chance with you and he gets that when he acts as Floyd. It may be uncomfortable and it may chip away pieces of his pride as an individual, but you laugh at his jokes and look at him like he's the only one in your world. He'll do whatever he can just to receive a crumb of your affection, even if it's all meant to be reserved for Floyd. Aaaa I love writing this version of Jade!!!! He's just so interesting and obsessed!! orz

Ooooo final girls from each dorm!!! That's such a fun question. Here are my thoughts!!! ^w^

Heartslabyul's final girl would be Cater. He's so perfect for the final girl trope! You think he might die first because he's pretty and can't let go of his phone for the life of him, but when he gets serious he can be very cutthroat. <3 the idiotic duo would have to be Ace and Deuce. Deuce hears a strange noise and wants to check it out because he's definitely not scared of demons or killers and he'll beat up anything that tries to hurt him and his friends. Ace thinks he's trying to prank him, but he begrudgingly follows him, thinking it's either nothing and Deuce is trying to scare him or it'll just turn out to be something with a completely natural explanation. It's neither, and while they're both bickering the killer looms from behind. Riddle is the logical one who tries to put everything into perspective and figure out a logical reason behind everything. Trey is, unsurprisingly, the mom friend who just wants everyone to stay in one place because hopefully the authorities will show up soon (they never will).

Savanaclaw's final girl is Ruggie. He's resourceful and cunning; you think he may die first, but he's actually very good at survival. He'll live, but he comes out of the horrific night covered in blood after he's just fought the killer to the death. Jack is your typical jock, kind-hearted and caring, who doesn't believe in any of that ghost stuff or horror movie trope stuff, but when it becomes too real he gets even more serious than before, determined to survive and protect those close to him. Leona strikes me as the type who, upon the first sign of something suspicious or dangerous, promptly leaves. He will not be swept up in any murder plots, no thank you. <3 either that or he sleeps through it all and the killer thinks he's dead at first glance LOL.

Octavinelle's final girl would be Floyd. As goofy as he is, he's also another cutthroat guy who can and will survive. He may throw himself directly at danger, but somehow he always comes out of it alive. Jade is your typical killer-in-hiding. You won't suspect him until it's too late, and by then nearly half the cast is dead. Azul is the type who acts like an ally to everyone, but he's secretly either plotting with the killer or planning to sacrifice everyone in order to save himself.

Scarabia's final girl is Jamil. Most of his decisions are made solely to protect Kalim (who naturally is the comedic relief/carefree friend who is just too sweet for this world), but there's a build-up in this movie where the plot twist is that Jamil ultimately ends up tricking Kalim. Is it possible for both him and Jamil to survive? Perhaps, but this isn't that kind of movie. :) and from the bloodshed, Jamil emerges, alive, exhausted, and traumatized. (Or I could also see Jamil as a killer-in-hiding and Kalim as the final girl; it fits either way in my mind hehe!! :D)

Pomefiore's final girl is either Epel or Vil. It's hard to choose just one of them for the trope because I feel like it can fit them both in different ways. Rook is obviously the killer-in-hiding or he's just that really unnerving character who happens to know too much about how a killer thinks. >_< Vil as a final girl would be so cool because I think he can also be quite cutthroat. He's the character type who spends most of his focus on himself throughout the movie, yet he still manages to survive. How, you may ask? He weaponized various beauty products or, my most favorite idea, he fought the killer in heels and won, by which the heels absolutely became his weapon. >:) Epel as a final girl would be somewhat surprising because he's the character who no one really expects to live because he's "so petite and cute and omg how will he ever survive the big, scary killer!!!!" D: but then Epel shocks everyone when he ends up arming himself with brass knuckles or a baseball bat to go hunt down the killer himself.

Ignihyde's final girl is Idia, but then he also fits into the loser nerd category. Idia as a final girl is a little frustrating because he spends the entire movie being prideful and rude to the other characters, so everyone sort of wants him to be killed off first because he's so unlikable. But because Idia's seen all of these tropes before and knows his way around a horror movie, he ends up surviving. Ortho survives as well, but then I can also picture him being something of a sci-fi horror villain (i.e. technology becomes bad and targets humans). It's something like in book six where he was giving the students little tests in order to advance to the next level. Just a little villainous and devious!

Diasomnia's final girl is Silver. The stress of the situation manages to keep him awake, and so he's mainly in survival mode for the entirety of the film. Silver does his best to protect everyone, even putting himself at risk if it means he can save his friends. Sebek likely puts up a good fight, but he's far too stubborn and can't be quiet to save his life, so he ends up getting killed. I feel like Lilia could be a killer-in-hiding, or he's just the mischievous trickster type. Malleus could also be a killer-in-hiding, or he's the trope of "misunderstood character with a reputation that is solely rumors who turns out to be quite sweet and helpful to the main character."

[tinkabelle24]

To Build a Home

Chapter 25: Dead and Gone

A/N: We're finally up to where I'm at presently with this story. Yay! 😊 I hope yous are enjoying it and that it's not too convoluted 😅

TW! Suicidal ideation

Masterlist / Chapter 24

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Val had been staring at her shower curtain for so long, the once black and white geometric pattern had blurred into a monochromatic mess. Her pelvis ached and legs tingled from the prolonged, awkward seated position on the tile. Her scalp squeezed her skull like a vise.

It was official: she no longer had tears left to cry; nor the mental fortitude to continue repelling the not-so-great thoughts attempting to seize her mind. 

She felt strangely hollow and heavy at the same time; perturbed by how okay she felt at the notion of never waking back up should she lay her head back, right now, and let sleep finally take her. 

But what bothered her most was the chuckle that followed; scratching her tender throat as she languidly shifted into a more comfortable position. 

Yes. Instead of reaming herself out for being, what she perceived to be, selfish and melodramatic - as she usually did, whenever these kind of thoughts arose - she fucking laughed. 

Jesus, I'm losin' it... 

"Val...?" 

Val bit back a sigh, door thudding softly as she dropped her head against it. She'd foolishly hoped that, if she hid away long enough, her best friend would eventually give up and let her self-destruct in peace... 

"Mags missed you..." Mol sounded so close, her voice practically vibrated against the back of Val's head. "You should've seen her when I came in this morning: 'Mom, is that you- oh, it's the babysitter. Feed me, peasant', heh..." 

No response. 

"...Val, w-what happened?" 

Val could still feel the plush velvet on her fingertips, and the surprising weightiness of that tiny halo of steel as it dropped into her palm. Then Raph's face, when he walked in on her with it.

She'll never forget that face. Never before had she seen such panic in a man's eyes; like his entire life had flashed before him.

"Ya weren't s'posed to see that."

Those words cycled through her mind, growing louder and more contentious at each rotation. Reminding her of how royally she'd fucked everything up.  

---

(10 months earlier...)

"Alright, everyone shuddup! I need to focus..."

"Focus on what? I thought we agreed to kill everyone-"

"That doesn't sound morbid at all, Mikey... and I didn't agree to that - you two did."

"Why would'ya wanna keep Emily alive, anyway? She's a bitch-"

"I don't care. I want at least someone to live through this sh- AAH-!"

"Whoa-!"

"OhmyGod ohmyGod ohmyGod-!!!"

"Quick, they're gonna getcha-!"

"What is that- SHIT! Triangle, triangle, triangle- NO-!!"

"Whelp, bye flare-"

"WHAT THE FF-"

"Watch yo profanity-"

"Shuddup! ... Left, right, left, right- RIGHT- SHIT-!"

"Well, hello gorgeous-"

"WHAT IS THAT?! ... Ohhh, my God. Please, don't die...!"

Leo chuckled wistfully as he watched the three bicker like children, from the kitchen. In spite of the cards Val was dealt those past couple weeks (assault, charges and associated court drama), the leader was relieved his friend could still be, for the most part, her vivacious self.

They hadn't yet spoken about that night; the night they were forced to get a little too close for comfort, after he'd saved her life. She'd never approached him with it, nor he her. But, admittedly, it occupied his thoughts often; primarily how her touch and perfume still lingered on his body...

He understood now that that was the beginning of the end, for him. Despite his best efforts to remain emotionally detached from this woman, he'd in fact grown attached; and how...

Leo's heart did the new clenching thing at Raph's arm stretching over the back of the sofa, behind Val's head; fingers unwittingly searching for her shoulder. The moment they made contact, the leader tore his gaze away; refocusing on the two mugs of partially made green tea on the counter, before him... and the decision to finally let her in.

Deep breaths, Leo...

"WHAT?! ... You-!"

Two pairs of sniggering voices abruptly filled the air, accompanied by grunts and thumps shortly thereafter. Turning outward again, Leo found Val looming over his red-banded brother, bandaged hand snug against her vintage band t-shirt, repeatedly smacking a cushion over his head with the other.

Glimpsing the TV screen, two sharp, gangling thumbs thrust themselves inside the screaming woman's eye sockets, silencing her instantly.

"Why *smack* would *smack* you *smack* do *smack* that?!" Val exclaimed over Raph's broken laughter, and Mikey's howling. "She was doing so well-"

"Not anymore-"

"Yeah, cos your menace of a brother knocked my arm-"

"I'm s-sorry," Raph wheezed, finally granted respite. "I couldn't resist-"

A low, pointed whistle drew Leo's attention to the lab's entrance, finding Donnie peeking through at him. He offered an expectant look, to which the purple-banded brother grinned and nodded downward; to the smallish lidded box in his hand - Val's gift.

Returning the smile, Leo nodded in acknowledgement before clearing his throat, addressing the others.

"Excuse me, children," He called wryly. When Val frowned at him, he chuckled. "Put the cushion down, Pocahontas-"

"Call me a 'child' again and I'll-"

"You'll what?" The terrapin smugly challenged. "Not get your present?"

That shut her up.

She gave the others a quizzical look, to which they smiled knowingly. Raph pecked the top of her hand as he snuck the cushion out of her now lax grip.

---

Seated in the common area, the brothers shared anxious glances as Val proceeded lifting the box's lid, smiling in bemusement at the hand-sized, cylindrical device sitting snugly inside.

"It's a portable bō," Donnie clarified, when she looked to him expectantly. He leaned forward to carefully remove the device from its container, turning it in his hands as he continued.

"It's spring-loaded. So, when you press the trigger, here-" the terrapin's thumb hovered over the centre pushbutton; eyes trained on Val's face, to check she was watching - she hadn't blinked.

"It'll extend-" Confident nobody was at risk of being struck, he proceeded pressing down; the woman flinched - with a gasp, then a nervous titter; earning a comforting shoulder squeeze from Raph - at the once 10-inch device abruptly quadrupling in length.

"-to about four feet... You can lock it into place using this mechanism, here... To bring it back down, simply slide both ends in, like so... then use the mechanism again."

Setting it in Val's readied palm, Donnie offered her a doleful smile. "Perfect for your purse."

As her fingers closed around the device, Leo - seated in a dining chair alongside his purple-banded brother - chimed in.

"We wanted to give you something that couldn't easily be used against you," he remarked gently; blood cooling at the notion that, had he not acted when he did that night, she very likely wouldn't be sitting across from them right now... "Something with which you can still protect yourself, but not cause serious damage. Because, we..."

Swiping his tongue over his parched lips, the leader proceeded gesturing to each of his brothers, then himself; sharing a knowing glance with Raph. "We know you've been struggling with that, lately..."

At that, Val promptly lowered her gaze. The brothers caught a flicker of regret in her mien as that titter made the rounds again; cheeks flushing a brilliant red. "I-I, heh... I don't... know-"

"Dudes," Mikey interjected, sensing their friend's discomfort. Practically leaping from his armchair, the terrapin wittingly leant across an irritated Raph to reach said brother's girlfriend. "You forgot the best part! ... See this, here?"

Guiding Val's fist open, Mikey proceeded carefully turning the device until a near indiscernible etching crept into view. She squinted at it:

Dudette = Baddest Bitch

A snort promptly escaped her; heart lifting, Mikey finally exited Raph's personal space with a self-satisfied smirk - mission accomplished.

"She loves my handiwork," he gloated, earning a playful eye-roll from not just his brothers, but Val included.

"I'm surprised you used the equality symbol correctly," Donnie remarked wryly.

The youngest brother preened. "See, I'm not just charm and good looks-"

"You also know first grade math," Raph quipped, offering a now crabby-looking Mikey a thumbs up. Donnie and Val broke into snickers; Leo chuckled to himself, rolling his eyes once more. "Good for you."

"You're an ass-"

"Alllright-"

"Thank you."

The room fell silent at Val's voice. Her grateful, teary-eyed smile panned from one brother to the next; clutching the gift firmly against her chest. "Thank you... for this. This means... t-this-"

She blinked and a tear slipped past, prompting a concerned Raph to wrap an arm around her back and squeeze gently. There was that titter, again.

"Raph's done a brilliant job, arming you with such skill in such a short amount of time..."

Turning his gaze from his eldest brother to his girlfriend, Raph smiled down at her amorously. "I had a good student." he murmured, squeezing her again; causing her cheeks to flush once more.

Leo could now feel the strain of every muscle in his jaw as he forcibly maintained his smile. "So, we've been talking, and... we want to teach you the way of the Ninja-"

Val's eyes bugged out at that, breath catching in her throat.

"-like our... father did us-"

"A-are you serious?" The woman's lips finally tweaked upward as an astonished chuckle escaped them. "Are you- w-wait..." Her gaze ping-ponged between the brothers, once again. "Are you sure it isn't my birthday? Did I get bopped on the head, at some point-"

Mikey proceeded lightly tapping her forehead, "Bop"; to which she playfully pushed him away, with her good hand.

"You know what I mean..."

"No," Leo chuckled softly, shaking his head. "No, this... this isn't a trick-"

"You're ready, babe," Raph assured gently. The others hummed and nodded in agreement.

Val gave her boyfriend a mordacious look, raising her injury to his eye level. "I think my beautiful hand would disagree with you-"

"That'll heal, Val," Don reassured, then shrugged. "Besides, you really should start exercising those muscles. L-lghtly, of course, and in short intervals. Recovery's faster that way-"

"Iiin other words..." Mikey interjected, smirking at his purple-banded brother's admonitory look. Ignoring them, Leo proceeded offering Val a hopeful smile.

"So... do you accept?"

Carefully watching her face, the leader pinpointed the exact moment that sliver of doubt melted away; a genuine grin finally gracing her features. "Hell yeah!"

He didn't have to fight to produce this smile. "Good... Now-"

Refusing to allow himself the chance to chicken out, the leader promptly rose from his chair, flashing Raph a knowing glance as he offered Val his hand. "I've one last thing for you."

.

.

.

"There's more??"

---

"Okay, now I know you're messing with me."

Val's anxious gaze darted between the opened door and Leo's beckoning hand. Despite the invitation, it was clear her mind was struggling to accept it.

He couldn't blame her.

She's never seen the inside of this room. There was never an actual conversation between them about it; she never asked and he never offered. But he knew she was curious; he always felt her eyes following him, whenever he excused himself from the group.

"Val," Leo offered a reassuring smile as he motioned, again, to the dimly-lit doorway. His stomach flip-flopped at her gaze finally settling upon it, brain seemingly losing the battle against her body at keeping the fascination at bay. "I promise I'm not messing with you..."

You should've told her this a long time ago...

"I trust you."

Tearing her focus away from the door, Val levelled him with a gawk so intense those brown orbs could've swallowed him whole.

I deserved that.

After a long, tremulous breath, the woman finally nodded; wrapping her arms around herself as she tentatively stepped inside.

Still lounged in the common area, Raph watched the pair disappear; thoughtful smile pulling at his lips...

"Brrr...!" Val squeezed herself tighter, feverishly rubbing heat back into her arms as she began wandering about the candle-lined room. Only a handful of dozens were lit, casting an eerie glow over them.

"It is freezing! ... Feels like somebody died in here..."

Leo winced. He knew she was being hyperbolic, but she couldn't have struck that nail head any harder if she tried...

Val turned, finding him standing by the table lining the furthest wall; matchbox in one hand, a singular match in the other. His face must've betrayed him as hers promptly fell, replacing perturbation with patent horror.

So, Raph hasn't told you everything...

"Oh, God..." A hand flew to her mouth as she gasped, half-stepping toward him. "Oh my- Leo, I-I'm so, so sorry-!"

Leo held up a placating hand. "Hey, i-it's okay. You didn't know-"

"It was here??"

Leo's eyes unwittingly flickered to the chabudai in the centre of the room; specifically, the bleach-stained patch of concrete directly proceeding it. The sight alone made his hands itch...

Val was suddenly looking very peaky.

"Are you alright-?"

"I'm- I'm fine-" she politely waved his hand away. "I just..." Squeezing her eyes shut and pressing a hand to her chest, the woman took a deep breath; holding it for a moment, before finally releasing.

"How much do you know about our father...?" Leo carefully ventured, when her eyes reopened.

"Not much," Val managed, clearing her throat of the gunk that had abruptly amassed there. She was now looking everywhere but at him. "Raph doesn't really talk about him..."

Leo sighed inwardly at that. Why does that not surprise me...

"...Is that him?"

Following her gaze, the leader realised she'd found the family portrait; a large, vintage-style frame hanging above another table and a cluster of partially melted pillar candles, to their left of the door. The meagre lighting provided little more than five silhouettes, but he presumed the centermost, non-turtle-like one was what drew her in.

"Yeah, that's him."

Igniting the match already in his hand, Leo proceeded lighting the remainder of the candles before them, earning a timid smile and an offer of assistance from his friend.

"Look at you all..." Val stared in awe at the now fully visible photo. Prying his lingering gaze from her face, Leo finally joined her. "Splinter has the sweetest smile... Raph looks like he has gas-"

A snort promptly escaped the terrapin. "Yeah, well..." He shrugged, then gave a wearied sigh as he attempted recalling the events which led to his brother's half-assed attempt at a 'smile'. "He wasn't in the greatest mood that day. I couldn't tell you exactly why though; it's been years since April took this..."

"That's a shame; he usually has a great smile..."

Leo felt pathetic; the temptation to enquire about his own appearance was damn near unbearable. He quickly switched topics.

"Splinter wasn't well..." The leader felt his jaw muscles tense as his face grew hot, and tears began brimming his eyes. Swallowing hard, to stave them off, he attempted continuing. "We didn't find out how unwell he was until... u-until..."

Leo abruptly tore his gaze from his father's face, levelling it at the ground.

No matter how hard he tried eclipsing that image with this happier, healthier... living one, his efforts always resulted in said image growing stronger; more grotesque...

Your fault.

Val's hand touching his shoulder thrust him back to reality. Looking up, her tender smile was looking back.

"You don't have to say anything else," she reassured, with a gentle squeeze. "Thank you for showing me this... and for trusting me."

If this were their story, he'd have obliged that voice urging him to finally close that distance between them.

But it wasn't, and isn't, and never will be.

So, you should

wake

the fuck

UP.

---

(Present)

Pain finally pried Leo from his slumber; pain that had begun as a dull ache, when exhaustion finally, mercifully took him, was suddenly splitting his skull in two.

The leader groaned softly as he hauled himself into a seated position; a sudden coldness blanketing him at the sensation of earth and grass between his fingers...

Tentatively, he turned his gaze outward; flinching at the familiar grave marker mere inches from his face.

The sacramental water dish and ladle toppled over as Leo scrambled to his feet, frantically wracking his brain for the steps that resulted in him spending the night at his father's grave...

His last clear memory of the past several hours was Maggie's inquisitive face and mew, as he padded resolutely through Val's apartment; positioning the bonsai and letter atop her dining table, seizing a final, mournful glance about the room he'd likely never see again, then fleeing into the night.

Nothing about the two-hour drive up here. Nothing about whether he'd run a red light, struck something or someone, triggered a speeding camera... nothing.

Like a spirit floating back into its body, Leo felt his consciousness settle into him as he contritely returned the dish and ladle to the mound, before finally turning to acknowledg his surroundings.

He was indeed where he thought he was.

It was midday, at the very earliest; the harsh, midday sun piercing through the oak's canopy like a kaleidoscope. Across the dirt driveway, flush against the hilltop, sat the charred remains of the bonfire; around which they merrily drank, danced and sang.

He could almost hear it, his last truly happy memory...

Something in the foreground snagged Leo's attention - the van's driver's side door, wide open; interior lights out.

He sighed dejectedly as he traipsed toward it, head throbbing and limbs still stiff from the uncomfortable sleep. If he'd done what he suspected, he'd be making the dreaded call much earlier than anticipated...

Snatching up the keys from the driver's seat, Leo successfully turned over the engine. But before his mind could grant him respite, his shell-cell - face-down on the passenger's side floor - abruptly began buzzing; thrusting his heart into his throat.

For several agonising moments, the leader watched it vibrate along the carpet; unable or unwilling to reach over and answer, he wasn't quite sure. Probably both. Most definitely both...

Finally, it fell still; that sliver of blue light disappearing instantly. Steeling himself, Leo climbed into the van then closed the door; scooping the device into his trembling hands.

Twenty-one notifications; eleven texts and ten missed calls. Two each from April and Casey, demanding to know what the hell was going on. Eight from Mikey, pleading for him to return home. Six from Donnie, expressing hurt at the absence of a goodbye...

Two from Raph; the most recent call, proceeding a short but strongly worded text:

[I ain't reading this shit. Be a man and pick up the fucking phone]

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"Val, it's totally okay if you don't wanna talk right now. But I need you to at least unlock the door for me, okay? Please..."

.

.

.

Relief washed over Mol at the sound of shifting beyond the bathroom door, followed shortly by the click of the interior lock.

Gaze fixed on the handle, the raven-haired woman rose to her feet; heart lifting further when it tilted and the door finally creaked open, revealing a despondent Val on the other side.

It broke her heart. "Oh, Val-"

Mol opened her arms and attempted approaching, but her friend recoiled; hands shooting between them as she stepped away, shaking her head. Not even Maggie, who had darted for her human the literal moment she was able, could get an ounce of affection...

Mol sighed inwardly. Rejecting comfort: the telltale sign of a Val guilt spiral...

Once her friend was settled onto one end of the folded sofa bed, Mol lowered herself onto the other; reaching into the burning pocket of her jacket. "I've gotta confess something..."

She then produced a creased envelope, holding it out for Val to take. "Leo-"

The brunette's lip curled slightly at his name, but she accepted nonetheless; turning it in her hands from a marked distance. She paused when the etching came into view, lowering her wrists to her knees with an almost mournful look.

Mol continued. "He left that for you. I... w-when I saw it, I was gonna destroy it... It's obviously none of my business, but..." Shoulders slacking, she heaved a sigh. "I really, really don't like what's going on between you two-"

Val was suddenly staring at her, eyes wide, unblinking and welling with tears; jaw clenched, nostrils flared...

Mol flinched when her friend abruptly pushed herself to her feet, beelining for the fire escape.

"Wha-" the raven-haired woman spluttered at the sound of frenzied tearing, then the window being shoved open. "What are you doing-"

She watched the now obliterated letter be thrusted out into the street, before the window was promptly slammed shut.

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Masterlist / Chapter 25

@android-cap-007 @happymoonangel @miss-andromeda @mysticboombox @sketch-mer-6195 @jasminarts01 @obsessedftshit

[forgive-and-take]

Evillive starts tonight! Summary of the press conference from yesterday below. Hakyun's voice is 😗👌

Hakyun and Shin Jaeha were cute about standing next to the very very tall Kim Young Kwang. They posed for photos with "devil heart" hands. Hakyun and KYK were told to hold hands and did this for some reason:

Looks like a dad taking his kid to school on the first day. 🙃

Hakyun says he took the role because it's a character people can find commonality with. He's a lawyer but not wealthy, working hard to make a living, which we don't often see. He's not essentially evil, just makes choices anyone could make in that situation. "You have to meet the right friends." The interviewer says it looks like this time, his last name "Shin" will have the meaning of "spicy" (since he's playing a bad guy).

KYK says his character is pure evil with no regrets. He's number 2 in his organization and leads Hakyun's character down the path of evil.

SJH resembles Hakyun, in his acting and tone too, although they're playing half brothers here. The interviewer says that when SJH is older, he'll have Hakyun's face. SJH cutely says "Wow, thank you so much, I've made it!" He says unlike his other roles, his character definitely WON'T have a twist here where he betrays everyone. 🙃

The show is rated 19+ but the director thinks people will like it and won't find it hard to watch. It has violence because of the nature of the characters/story, but not excessive and it doesn't glamorize a life of crime.

KYK remembers his first reading and first shoot w/Hakyun, who was very serious and focused, including between scenes, always checking what came before and after. SJH agrees and said he was really nervous the first day but Hakyun made suggestions to him based on the scenes before and after. He said Hakyun's suggestions were the right ones and ones he hadn't thought of at all.

Hakyun says everyone was focused and looked at the script as a whole and naturally has their own point of view. He was also surprised by the choices the other actors made sometimes. The interviewer jokes they didn't communicate on set, just kept surprising one another.

The director says the interesting aspect of the drama is the strange relationship between the 2 mains, and their psychological warfare. He says everyone has their own personal lines and definitions of happiness, and thinks the show will make people think about what they stand to gain and lose by crossing those lines.

Hakyun liked the story, the character who's trying to get by but makes a bad choice. He wanted to see what would happen. It's a big switch from his previous role in Unicorn, he says he always has that desire to show new aspects in his acting.

KYK thought his character was attractive in the script and liked the director's explanation of him, and the deciding reason he chose the role was to work w Hakyun. The interviewer jokes people might avoid him after this role and he says the character is scary but there's also something to like in him.

SJH thought it would be fun to play a good guy for once (he laughs and says he's definitely a good guy). He loved the show "Bad Guys" and wanted to work w the director. He enjoyed working w KYK before and wanted to do it again, and about Hakyun, "What can I possibly say?" The interviewer jokes, "Say it anyway." He says he's watched all of Hakyun's work and acting w him was on his bucket list in a "maybe one day" way. ("How many actors are on that list?" "Uhh, about 80. 😅")

Physical aspects of the characters they paid attention to: glasses for Hakyun. Long hair with product for KYK, and always angling his face down to make his eyes look scarier. Clothes to show his status as number 2. A natural look w lots of IT gear for SJH. All 3 didn't have a lot of makeup.

SJH played lots of bad guys, but was impressed with how scary KYK was. The first time he saw him on set was from far away and he looked like a huge, scary bear of a man, SJH and his stylist were like, "Who on earth is that scary guy?" KYK took care for the character to always seem to have secrets that you want to know.

Is Hakyun sick of the "Hakyun Shin" nickname (where they say his name Western style, given name and then family name) and the "god of acting" stuff? He says he's always been embarrassed, all he does is try to be faithful to the character he's playing so that you see him in the role and forget about the characters he's played before.

What new impression will we have of Hakyun this time? KYK says a frightening one. Or that Hakyun is an "acting machine" because he's so good. SJH says there are lots of cute scenes in the first half and he'd never seen Hakyun like that in all his filmography, so "Cutie Hakyun." The director says he's an acting chameleon, cute in the first third, then morally grey, then evil. The interviewer suggests "All Colors Hakyun" for showing a full spectrum.

Hakyun says to look forward to the chemistry between the actors, their acting, and the way his character changes. KYK says to watch for the choices his and Hakyun's character make and the ways they push and pull. SJH says the changes in the characters and the director says the psychological warfare between the 2 mains.

[danses-with-dogmeat]

E is for -- ED-E

Alright, so this was the first one from the voting that was really a challenge for me, since I don't think I've ever written for ED-E? 🤔 Plus, the bot isn't particularly chatty to be doing a dialogue prompt with 😅 but once again, the random nature of the prompts was kind to me, and I ended up actually really enjoying writing this one 🥺 even though it's also kinda sad, like the last one... sorry :(

Anyway, I hope y'all like it!

And here is the 2k event masterlist, for your browsing pleasure!

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Pair: ED-E & g/n! Six

Dialogue: “I can take care of you.”

Word: Eulogy

Rating: SFW

Category: Fluff

Word Count: 1.2k

“Easy now, I’ve got you, little buddy.” Six spoke under their breath as they tightened the last screw, completing their reassembly of the eyebot for the umpteenth time. “I’ll take care of you, no matter how many times it takes.” 

They promised him, even back then. Even before they knew plucky, sweet ED-E properly, they felt a responsibility for him, a connection they couldn’t quite explain. 

Even without speech, the bot's history spoke to them, it was them, in many ways. For how different the pair were– as different as two friends could be– ED-E and Six were much the same. 

His fractured past, discarded to the dusty Mojave wasteland, piecing together his story from what it was when he could remember. When they both could. Back before... when they both were used by more powerful men for purposes beyond their understanding. 

Ever since that lucky day when Six stumbled across him, the hunt for the right parts, the tinkering, the failures, the hope to bring this little guy back from the equivalent to a robot’s death, and after, finally, after their success, they recalled promising him what they’d now failed to do. 

Another failure, another attempt at hope. More parts, perhaps? If they could patch him up after what they’d led him into. 

How could I have been so reckless?

Their only true friend out here in the Mojave, all the warnings they’d received about the Boomers, about the futility of trying to reach them, to get through their territory, and still, Six had decided to risk it, and now… Now ED-E was the one paying the price. 

Mr. House had scoffed at their companion, many laughed, many others thought it was odd, the way he trailed after the courier, the loyalty that Six felt towards him, but… Ultimately, after they’d revived him, ED-E had been worth trusting, he’d looked after them in return. Maybe it was programming, maybe it was on accident, but… Six couldn't begin to explain it to those who mocked them. ED-E was their friend. 

And they’d failed him. 

I never should have come here. Never should have risked him. Why did I?

The metal of his body was hot against their hands, so much so that they had to release their grasp on him altogether every few moments.

Their palms were red and shining by the time they’d hauled him out of the blast zone and across the train tracks that meant safety from the Boomers. 

“ED-E? Can you hear me, little buddy?” Six’s voice shook the same as their hands did as they turned him about where his body rested on the dirt, taking in the extent of his damages. 

There were exposed wires, his screen was blank, there was smoke rising from the breaks and holes in his metal shell. 

Still though, a half-formed beep sounded from the injured bot. 

“ED-E! Hey there, okay, stay with me, I’ll– I’m gonna figure this out, I promise.” 

No other sounds left him after that, but the smoke still poured, the sparks still came in short bursts from the broken and twisted wires. 

Where can I go? How can I keep this promise? 

His body was still hot to the touch, and there wasn’t proper civilization for miles. There was a shack, not too far away, but they couldn’t possibly repair him with what little supplies were left in there. 

But I have to try.

Taking a deep breath, Six removed the shirt from their back, and brought it around ED-E’s body. It was still uncomfortably hot, but it didn’t quite burn them with the layer of cloth wrapped around him. 

Slowly, they lifted him up, struggling with the weight of him as they made their way back to the abandoned shack near the train tracks. 

The withered moo of a lone Brahmin calf sounded and Six knew they were close. Sweat poured from their brow and into their eyes, the sun shone brightly onto their exposed skin and they grunted with the effort, feeling their arms tremble from the substantial weight they were supporting. 

What seemed like an eternity later, they dropped their friend as gently as they could manage at the foot of the front door. 

The brahmin calf moo-ed once more, the pitiful sound as desperate as Six felt. 

“One– one at a time.” They breathed out as the calf looked at them pleadingly. 

Once ED-E was safely inside, they collapsed onto the mattress within, wiping the sweat from their face with their still-hot shirt. Though, as they stared blankly up at the rusting ceiling, a metallic glint in the corner of the room caught their eye, and a spark of hope flared up in them again.

The tools.

Six blinked at the meager offering of scraps and screwdrivers that the workbench in the corner presented to them, and felt a grim determination swell within.

ED-E’s screen had been blank the entire walk, and no beeps had come from him since that first one, but still, with the workbench, with these tools, maybe they could get him to a point where they could leave him long enough to find more parts…

“I can do this.” Six said to themself as they stood. “I can fix you.” 

At that, the courier went to work. 

Wires were connected and melted back together, his dented shell buffed out, and the metal on his body slowly began to cool so Six could inspect him with greater success. 

They seemed to be making progress. They were optimistic, proud of their work. 

Maybe I really can fix this. 

Yet… ED-E’s screen remained dark, he remained deathly silent, smoke still left him, some dents couldn't quite buff out, and there was still a good chunk of him that was missing completely. Trying to retrieve what was left behind though... that would be impossible, if Six wanted to stay in one piece, that is. 

“Alright buddy, you’ve gotta talk to me, okay? Lemme know you’re still there. Just like the first time I woke you up. Give me static, give me a beep, a voice recording, anything.” 

They poked and prodded, adjusted, loosened bolts, examined, re-tightened, pieced together what they could, what was left. But ED-E’s response to their work never changed. 

There was only silence, and as the sun began to set outside, there was darkness too. 

“I can do this.” They whispered to themself, hitting the button on their pip-boy and lighting up the room. “Just like the first time, it was tough, it took time, but I did it. It can happen that way again.” 

There was nothing more to do. Not here, not with only these tools, not with all they’d already repaired, as crude as it may have been, it was all they could do with what they had. 

“I’m gonna keep that promise I made to you, my friend.” Six grabbed the-- now, cold-- metal ball up into their arms, hugging him close to their chest. “I can take care of you. And dammit, ED-E, I’m going to. Just like that first day when we met, when everyone said it was impossible, everyone told me to stop trying, but I didn't. I couldn't. I'm going to fix you again, and we-- we're gonna meet again, buddy, I promise.”

[sparklywatercolors]

ZORI. THIS IS A HOLD UP. TELL ME HOW YOU MET IVAN.

Fun fact I'm actually writing a story on that too but here's some little bits and pieces of said fic explained in the dumbest way possible. Enjoy 😏✨

Blame Alfred (/America)

Literally blame him right now, don't even think about it, just do it.

He decided to host a huge party during the week Zorya had to present their senior thesis.

And no the party wasn't for them it was a hell yeah it's summer time party

What a goof I love Alfred so much ☹️ (fun fact him and Lovino are Zorya's best pals)

Of course Zorya and Lovino and all their friends get dragged along. Zorya's (outside of the trio) friends rejected bc they were like are you insane it's thesis and finals weeks absolutely not 🗿

Zorya would say no but they share an apartment with their best friends and they don't want to be a jerk alright

Anyways party time. Zorya is literally stuck to Lovino like glue. Like holy shit I don't know anyone let me join u and ur other friends

Alfred is being too social for Zorya, he introduced them to like 40 new people in the span of 5 minutes so Zorya went fuck that and found Lovino and went okay YOU ARE STUCK W ME NOW

Zorya would much rather be sleeping but it's fine Lovino's friends are rly nice, and they don't get to meet up with these people that often so it's nice to see some sorta fresh faces but not awkward meeting for the first time conversations

But holy shit there are so many people here

So stressful

Zorya doesn't do parties (I also don't rly do parties unless it's like my closest friends or if I'm at a family party, I have a friend with me or I can sneak out and go draw 🫡)

Zorya decides to excuse themself from the fun banter they've gotten involved in and they go take a walk around and maybe fight off random strangers for some apple juice

Yes Alfred got them to be on board bc he bought them fancy apple juice. Zorya likes striking a deal when they can

Juice

They drink the juice life is great

But NOW THEY CAN'T FIND LOVINO OR ANTONIO OR ANYONE THEY ACTUALLY KNOW OH GOD IT IS THE END OF THE WORLD!!!!!!!

Poor Zorya *sad kazoo noises*

Zorya tries to look like they fit in just smiling at strangers, but it looks more like 😬😬😬😬😬 LMAOOOO they're trying okay don't judge them

Again blame Alfred (just in case you forgot)

But the juice is so worth it

Anyways Zorya is sipping their apple juice, and ready to sneak into their bedroom (that they locked up-yes this is happening at their apartment BTW Alfred is..... I don't even know anymore), and climb out to the fire escape and go get bubble tea 🧋(mmm bubble tea mmm) and just stay away

But they can't get PAST THIS TALL ASS RUSSIAN DUDE

yes it's Ivan but they don't know that

He's talking to some people, some look comfortable some look afraid that he will snap them in half if they don't laugh at his jokes

Zorya is afraid to ask him to move

So Zorya is just awkwardly there gawking at him and these people that he probably already knew cause of course Alfred is so popular that he can get strangers to bring their friends to this chaotic shit

Zorya is over thinking everything as usual ™

Alfred can be heard screaming the cha cha slide in the distance now BTW

Anyways Zorya feels a hand on their shoulder, it's this girl asking if they're alright

They zoned out and was staring at tall Russian man while in the process of zoning out

Good job Zorya we're proud of u

Zorya is like oh no he's hot AND I WAS STARING AT HIM OH GOOD GOD 🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍

Zorya awkwardly waves it off and goes oopsies sorry ah I was looking for my friends there's so many people here ah shit I'm sorry 😅... 🫠

And Russian dude that Zorya doesn't know the name of (it's Ivan) is like I'm pretty tall I can help you look

Zorya is like *NEARLY CHOKES AND DIES * SURE?????

So they go on a fucking hunt to find Lovino and gang

Zorya notices some of Russian guy's friends look low key relieved, Zorya wants to ask but is like nah I don't wanna know I just want to find Lovino

So they're walking around and talking

They exchange names

Hi Ivan

Hello Zoryana (fun fact it takes him months even when they start dating,, to just call them Zorya)

Zorya is genuinely having a great time talking to Ivan

And it seems the same way for Ivan!! 🥺

They're talking for a good hour that's how fucking crowded this party is and they're rly distracted just talking to each other about random shit and making jokes about stupid things happening

Alfred and Lovino are low key watching this btw, Alfred is like Zorya is gonna be simping and Lovino is like oh dear God no not again

Eventually they find Lovino and his gang

Zorya introduces Ivan to them

Seems like everyone knows everyone, Zorya is basically the new guy here 🧍🫡 good job Zorya

Before Zorya could thank Ivan he's getting dragged off

Zorya is BLUSHING BTW and was like damn he was rly cute I'd love to talk to him again.... Maybe ask him to coffee or something

Lovino notices and goes oh here we go again 🧍

Alfred overhears and WINGMAN MODE ACTIVATES

ALFRED IS SO EXCITED TO BE A WINGMAN PLS

HE'S BEEN WANTING THIS HIS WHOLE LIFE TO BE A WINGMAN

Zorya is like no don't 🗿

Fuck you this is America I'll do what I want biatch Alfred yells and disappears into the crowd

Bye Alfred

Zorya and Lovino are face palming 🤦🤦

Anyways

Party goes on until like the last stragglers leave at like 3 am

This party started at noon the previous day btw

Zorya is EXHAUSTED AND LAYING ON THE FLOOR

Lovino is like go the fuck to bed

Zorya is like no I miss my calmer apartment pls 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

The trio goes to sleep will clean when they wake up bc fuck that

How many fucking people were over anyway holy shit??? 😭

In the afternoon Zorya wakes up and Alfred is swiveling around the barstool and cackling

Lovino is on his 5th cup of coffee and telling Zorya go back to bed

...

So you remember Alfred wanting to be the wingman

Well he

He set up a little date to the zoo for Zorya and Ivan next weekend

Zorya goes back to their room

Closes the door

SCREAMS

... Zorya is both happy and terrified BC HOMIE WHAT WHY

The end 😌

That's basically the whole story but in condensed (...some would beg to differ) notes form!! I hope i have pleased you with this lore 👀

Tldr: blame Alfred.

[destinyc1020]

Some Timmy stans want him to date someone with a better reputation in Hollywood than a Kardashian-Jenner and they are still traumatized with his Cabo pics with Eliza. They would be happy if he dated someone like Z or Florence (is Florence single now? Wasn't she dating a guy from her hometown?), but I don't wish that to any of my girls because Timmy is sort of a ho. There are guys that is better to have as friends because they have a hard time doing monogamy

Florence is still dating her bf last I checked lol 😆

I'm laughing at the "he's sort of a ho" part lol 😅🤣

I mean, tbh... what ppl do in their SINGLE life is their business. 🤷🏾‍♀️ Chiiiiilllle.....If you expect a SINGLE man (especially a young, good-looking man lol 😆) to be CELIBATE until he finds another serious rlshp to be in, then hunny, hunny chiiiillle.....you are verrrry naïve 🤣 Even single women need their "itch" satisfied every once in a while lol.... 👀

Nothing wrong w/celibacy btw, I'm just saying that expecting that is kinda naïve since that's not usually the case. Maybe it's the case for some men, but it seems to be kind of rare. Especially in an industry that's just wrought with temptation and ppl (even FANS lol) literally willing to sleep w/you at the drop of a hat lol. 👀

I really don't care what you're doing when you're single lol. Not everyone has time for a serious rlshp (it's a lot of work!), so if Timmy was just living the single life fantastic, then fine? 🤷🏾‍♀️

But anyway....

If he is not cut out for serious long-term rlshps, then I think his fans need to STOP trying to fit a square peg into a round hole rofl.😅 Stop shipping him with these women who are obviously about being in serious rlshps if he himself hasn't been in a serious rlshp for longer than what....2 years? 🥴

Let him live his Bachelor life if that's what he wants lol. 🤷🏾‍♀️ Nothing wrong with that.

BTW, Eiza always seemed like a rebound to me. Seemed pretty obvious. He got with her right after his breakup w/Lily, and it didn't last but a hot minute.

Anyway, maybe Kylie is actually very nice and more his speed? He's actually in a rlshp with someone again after years of basically being a bachelor. So who knows, maybe they are really (oh, I don't know) trying to have a serious rlshp w/each other?