#before it really makes anything in my brain I think

[libingan]

—no questions asked.

you’ve always been his, even before the words were ever said—no labels needed when everything else speaks for itself.

i remember candace and jeremy's relationship in phineas and ferb. i liked how jeremy assumed they were already dating and thought to myself "simon riley" so here it is.

it’s always been this way with simon.

the little things you’ve shared, those moments that nobody else gets to see, have slowly built up over time. long drives where the silence is comfortable, quiet moments when you’re wrapped up in a blanket together, his arm draped around your shoulders. you’ve shared soft kisses in the early morning light, whispered words when you think no one’s listening, and occasional touches that linger just a second too long to be deemed innocent. his gruff voice calling you his—just “his,” as if you’re already a part of something bigger, something unspoken.

but the question always lingers in the back of your mind: what are we?

because in your head, you’re not his girlfriend. you never really were. sure, you’ve done couple things—spent hours together, laughed over inside jokes, shared moments that feel like they belong to only the two of you. but whenever you think about it, you can’t quite place a label on what you are. you never had that conversation, the one where he asks you out, where you define what this thing between you is.

and deep down, you’ve always known. maybe it’s not meant to last. maybe simon’s just passing through your life like a storm, wild and unpredictable, leaving you wondering if you’ll ever feel whole again once the dust settles. you’ve never asked for a commitment. it was enough for you to just be close, to keep things easy and fluid, without any promises that might eventually break.

but then, everything changes the moment you decide to confront him.

it’s a quiet night, the kind where the world outside seems to stop, and you’re sitting in the living room, the only sound being the soft hum of the kitchen light. simon’s sprawled across the couch, eyes half-lidded as he scrolls through his phone. you’re sitting on the floor in front of him, leaning your back against the coffee table, and you can’t stop your thoughts from swirling.

the truth has been eating at you for weeks now, months maybe. you have to ask. you need to know if this is really what you want, and more importantly, if it’s what simon wants. so, you let the question slip, unsure of how it’ll come out, but it tumbles from your lips all the same.

“simon,” you begin, your voice quiet but firm, “what are we?”

he doesn’t immediately look up from his phone. it’s as if the question barely registers, but you know he’s heard it. you can feel his attention slowly turning your way, as if his brain needs a second to process the weight of your words.

he puts the phone down, tilting his head slightly to get a better look at you, his gaze soft but intense. he doesn’t say anything at first. instead, his lips curl into a small, knowing smirk.

“what do you mean?” his voice is low, almost like he’s testing the waters.

you swallow, feeling a tightness in your chest, and you try to make your words come out right. “i mean… we do all this stuff, simon. you call me yours, and i… i don’t even know where i stand. we’ve never really talked about what this is. are we… are we dating, or what?”

he blinks at you for a moment, clearly taken aback by your words. it’s almost funny, how much you’ve thought about it, how much you’ve analyzed your every interaction, while simon has likely never questioned it. it’s simple to him. and that’s when it hits you—he’s never even considered that this could be anything other than what it is.

he sighs, a deep, exasperated sound, and leans back into the couch, his arms crossed over his chest. his eyes lock onto yours, unwavering. “what are you on about, woman? you’re my girlfriend.”

the words hang in the air, and for a moment, you can’t quite process them. you blink, unsure if you’ve heard him right. it almost sounds like he’s stating a fact, like it’s something as simple as breathing. his voice is firm, unwavering, as if this was always meant to be the case.

you feel your breath catch, the weight of his words sinking in, and then—just like that—all your worries melt away. you don’t even know why you were so worried in the first place. the uncertainty, the anxiety, it all seems so silly now. you’re not sure whether to laugh or roll your eyes at the absurdity of it all. simon is, as always, so simon about it. there’s no drama, no overthinking, no need for big conversations or declarations.

you’re his. you’re his girlfriend. and there’s no debate.

the relief hits first, followed closely by a mix of amusement and a small flash of annoyance. you try to hold back the grin tugging at your lips. “wait... just like that? no question, no ‘will you be my girlfriend?’ just… you’re my girlfriend?”

he meets your gaze, nonchalant, and shrugs. “that’s right. you’re mine. no need for any of that nonsense. i’ve already decided.”

you stare at him, feeling a warmth spread through you that has nothing to do with the temperature of the room. it’s the way he speaks, like he’s already certain, already claimed you. and it feels… good. reassuring, even. but also, just a little bit frustrating. because, honestly, how do you even argue with that?

“god, you’re impossible,” you mutter, a grin breaking through as you roll your eyes. “seriously. you’re so damn sure about everything.”

he just smirks back, the corner of his mouth lifting ever so slightly. “you should be glad i am, sweetheart. now, come here.”

he pats his lap, and before you can protest, you’re already moving toward him, the tension from moments before completely gone. his arms pull you close, and you settle against him, feeling his familiar warmth. you don’t even need the words anymore. somehow, just being with him like this is enough.

and that, you realize, is exactly what simon’s always known.

[clockwayswrites]

Danny In Metropolis, ch3 p1

Masterpost

First draft and not read over. Migraine. Hurty. Currently on phone preying my green light helps. Please no edit or concrit <3

Despite their heart to heart about it, Danny still had to put a token complaint now and then about the lunches. Even with that, he ate every one. He also would also, in an oddly shy way, pass on thanks to Clark when there was something in the lunch that he really liked.

Kon made sure to tell each of those to Clark, in case, maybe, those things might make it more regularly into the rotation. He defended it to himself that it was just logical. If there were more things that Danny liked in the lunch, he was more likely to eat it all. As if Danny hadn’t eaten it all every day.

“So tell me about this Danny?” Lois asked with a smile that Kon didn’t quite trust.

For all that Clark was basically the alien embidiment of a cheerful, friendly golden lab, Lois was like a cliche cat. She was always after the canary too.

(She was also intimidating; she was more eloquent and put together than Kon would ever be, for all he pretended.)

“Um, he just moved here this year with his parents from somewhere in Illonois. Amity Park. He has an older sister, but she’s off at college.”

Lois stole one of the apple slices that Clark was cutting up. “What do his parents do?”

“Inventing of some sort. Danny doesn’t really like to talk about it,” Kon answered.

“A bit odd since he offered to come over and fix anything we needed fixing in return for the lunches,” Clark said. His back was to Kon, but he sounded like he was smiling.

The way Lois smiled when she glanced at Clark pretty much confirmed that. “Anything?”

“From dishwashers to computers to centrifuges,” Clark answered.

“Huh, well if our centrifuge ever breaks,” Lois drawled.

“I think that’s why he doesn’t like to talk about it. Like, I think that his parents used to have a lab at home or maybe more it felt more like they lived at the lab. They’re not supposed to do that anymore but,” Kon shrugged, “I guess habits die hard or something.”

“Hence the lunches,” Clark said. “Apparently food at home wasn’t always free of contamination, or at least percieve contamination.”

“Damn, poor kid,” Lois said, theiving another apple slice. “I guess you’ll just have to bring him home.”

Kon blinked and hoped to whoever that he wasn’t blushing. “Um, what?”

“For dinner,” Lois clarified with that dangerous little smile of hers. “Just to make sure he gets some good food then. I even promise to stay far away from the kitchen that night.”

“Oh, um, yeah, maybe?”

“You boys could work on that project after too,” Clark suggested, “pick Lois’ brain about poetry.”

“Oh god, poetry. I think I’m having flashbacks to Professor Eden’s class.”

“Bad class?”

“Amazing, but very, very weird. When God made that man, he broken the mold. I doubt there has ever been anyone else like him and the world is both better and worse for it. I may not be a poet, but he changed the way I looked at words.”

“Huh,” Kon said. “I guess… I can at least ask if he wants to come over.”

“For Friday. He can even spend the night if he wants,” Clark suggested. He turned around, handed Kon two lunch boxes, and just smiled back at whatever incredulous look Kon guessed he had on his face. “You’ve never had a sleepover, it might be fun.”

Kon felt confussed. “Um, like, every night at Titan’s Tower?”

“That’s more dorms than sleepover,” Lois said. “But just stick to dinner if that makes you uncomfortable, sweetie.”

“…right. Um, thanks, I’ll ask I guess,” Kon conceeded as he stuffed the lunch boxes in his backpack. “I better go before I’m late.”

“Have a good day at class,” Clark called after him.

“Dismantle the hetronormative patriarchy!” Lois added with a laugh at whatever look Clark sent her for that.

As if he could talk, he ran around in spandex with his underwear on the outside.

[revelboo]

I just wanted to tell you that I really love reading your writing. It’s really amazing. I’m always in awe of how quickly you write for SO MANY DIFFERENT CHARACTERS! AND YOU MAKE THEM ALL SO UNIQUE!!! It’s so cool, and I really love how you describe things too. I wasn’t really a Transformers fan before I found your blog, but you have completely converted me. I think “Everything Is Alright” was the first thing I read of yours, and I am just so invested in the Megatron Trojan Horse Pregnancy Arc. You’re brilliant, I hope that you have a wonderful day, and that you’re always happy, healthy, and loved.

Awww! Thank you so much! 💕 I’m just glad you guys like the weird way my brain works

Everything Is Alright Pt 120

IDW Starscream x Reader, Soundwave x Reader, Megatron x Reader

�� Giving up and laying your head against Star’s hand, the anger is a hollow pit inside you. And you’re not sure you can do this anymore. That you want to do this. Part of you just wants to go home. To pretend this whole mess away like a bad dream. You love Star and Soundwave. Are beginning to like Megatron even if he’s awful sometimes. But you’re just so tired of all of it. “I wish you hadn’t come back,” you whisper hating yourself for saying it and Star’s servos flex around you. Wishing that he’d just let you go that night. Hadn’t returned to your house and slept outside for you to find him. You’d have gotten over him, moved on. Eventually.

• Spark constricting, Starscream mass shifts and gathers you to him. Doesn’t care that he’s vulnerable right now, that his worst enemy is right there, staring at him. Doesn’t care about anything beyond fixing this. Because those bitter, hurt words lay him open, wound him deeper than Megatron ever has. “Everything I do has been for you,” he says, catching your chin and tipping it up. Lying like he always does and despising himself for it. “I can, I will, do better.” Even if he’s not entirely sure that he can. Maybe he’s too broken to change at this point, too far gone to trust anyone. Even you, but he can’t let you go either. As horrible as he is, you love him. And he wants to be worthy of that. Hoping that he’s not already damaged that love too much to repair.

• Hearing your broken ‘I can’t do this anymore,’ Soundwave can’t stop himself from reaching to press a servo against your spine. From mass shifting and settling at your back so you’re pinned between him and the Seeker. Feeling the warmth of you, the too quick beat of your heart. Knows Starscream is lying to you, trying to coax your forgiveness and he can feel your hurt. How had he not realized how unhappy you really were? Knows he’d been too focused on the Seeker, on protecting secrets and trying to arrange the pieces on the board so you’ll be safest, but not really paying enough attention to you. And he’s still horrified at how short your lifespan is. But he’ll figure this out. “Little one,” he croons, rubbing his masked face against you.

• Primus, what a mess. Watching both mechs whisper and murmur reassurances to you, he feels like an outsider. Like this is something not meant for him. Even if he’s fully bonded to you and carrying yours and Starscream’s sparkling, something that still leaves him irrationally furious. And you’re crying again, shoving at Starscream when he bumps his helm against your cheek. Watches you smack him, little fists lashing out as the Seeker just allows it and refuses to let go until you press your face against his neck. Everything so complicated because of you. Their mess spilling over to become his mess, but he can’t despise you for taking what he’d offered freely never imagining you’d accept. And that’s starting to really sink in. That you’re his now. His to protect and care for, that he’s fully bonded, mated. Something he’d never dared even imagine was possible.

• Neither of them will let go, both just holding on to you. Refusing to give you space. Holding on as the anger fizzles out into exhaustion. Wanting to hurt them because you’re hurting and it’s their fault. And it’s your fault, too. You know that all too well. Wanting things that you shouldn’t have. Not resisting when Starscream just tucks your head under his chin, Soundwave’s head on your shoulder. Caged by them, feeling their servos on you, clinging too tight. Looking up, you see Megatron just staring at you, his expression utterly blank. Maybe. Maybe you can all just start over? Maybe it’s not all so ruined there’s no way to fix it.

Previous

[m1stm3]

mdni!! ( ´ ▽ ` )

oughhh thinking abt choso sucking strap. oughhhhhh

cw’s: gn! reader (reader is afab), (very light) dacryphilia, mentions of drool/spit/gagging and uhhh i think that’s it!! ^^

he was a little confused by your proposition at first but he agreed quickly after you explained. if it was something that would make you feel good why would he say no?

“so it’s just… the same way you do it to me?” his voice is soft when he speaks, his hands lightly running over the skin of your thighs as if trying to ground himself just by touching you. he looks so small from this position, on his knees while not-so subtly eyeing the piece of silicone fixed to your pelvis. it was… strange. different. but he couldn’t bring himself to really mind it. if the way his cock was already twitching in his pants said anything, you would say he was just as excited as you were.

you nod in response, bringing a hand up to graze over his jaw. he looks up at you with the small touch, so attentive and hyperaware of every one of your actions. “take it as slow as you need, cho. i don’t want you to overwhelm yourself.” you reminded him gently. he had a habit of getting overexcited and — as endearing as it was — it usually ended with you having to force him to slow down so he could have a chance to recover. cute, but you were worried about him hurting himself in this specific scenario.

“i’ll be careful.” he reassured you, his voice a hoarse whisper as his eyes drifted back down to your strap-on. his movements were careful when he brought a hand up to wrap around the base of your cock, his eyes wide and watching your reactions as his tongue tentatively kitten-licked around the tip. the heady look you were giving him must’ve given him more confidence because soon enough he was wrapping his lips around the silicone of your dick, the tip tapping against the inside of his cheek while he practiced the shallow back and forth motion that had sent his eyes rolling to the back of his head whenever you did it to him.

you hadn’t even realized your hand had moved to rest at the top of his head until his eyes had met yours, snapping you out of the small daze you had fallen into. he looked so pretty, so desperate for your approval even when his mouth was filled with your cock. he made sure to keep his motions slow as he took you deeper and deeper, allowing his throat to adjust to the new intrusion. his hands unconsciously gripped at your thighs, the pads of his fingers creating small divots in the plush skin while he took you deep enough for the tip of his nose to kiss! against the bottom of your tummy.

he held that position, his eyes desperately searching yours for approval while his nose remained smushed against your pelvis. you moved your hand to push his bangs back, a soft groan leaving you when you saw the tears dotting his lashline. “doin’ so good, cho. look so pretty takin’ my dick down your throat.” you swore you could feel the way his throat constricted around the silicone when he let out a small whimper at your words, a breathy curse leaving your lips at the deep, almost shocking warmth that filled your stomach.

you almost whined when you saw him start to move again, your head falling back in an attempt to get away from the sinful view in front of you so you could catch your breath. you could feel everything if you focused hard enough. the tight warmth of his throat, the soft vibrations of his moans when you gripped at his hair, the way his throat tightened with every small gag and bob of his head.

“fuck my throat.” his hoarse little whisper cut through your thoughts, his hands holding an almost bruising grip on your thighs. you could only breathe out a small, dumb “huh?” before he repeated himself. “fuck my throat, please… wanna know how it feels when i do it to you.” his hands massaged your thigh like he was trying to persuade you to say yes (as if you’d ever say no to an offer like that).

you nodded eagerly as soon as his words registered in your dazed brain, your breath hitching when he started taking you down his throat again. you let him readjust before starting with slow, shallow thrusts. you had to get used to the new rhythm just as much as he had to get used to the new sensation, but the both of you got the hang of it quickly.

your moans were unrestrained when you started speeding up your movements, choso’s teary eyes and soft gags as he struggled to take you sending you practically hurdling towards the edge. “gonna cum, cho… gonna fill up your pretty throat with my cum.” your words were strained and desperate, your thrusts becoming more and more sloppy as that warmth in your stomach finally unraveled. you threw your head back in a silent scream as your hips pushed forward, your tip bumping against the back of choso’s throat. everything felt warm and deep and oh-so intense, your hips rhythmically spasming as you came down from your high.

you pulled out of your boyfriends throat, your lips forming a small o when you saw the trail of saliva that connected his lips to the silicone. your hand moved to cup his cheek, lightly guiding him to look at you. “you okay, cho? was i too rough?” your voice was hazy from your orgasm but your eyes studied him as intently as you could manage.

he nodded meekly, his hands folded in his lap and pressed against his aching cock.

poor baby… might as well return the favor, right?

[pixiexdusts-world]

More than just friends

Kang Dae-ho x bestie!reader

I could tell something was up with Dae-ho the moment I walked into his apartment. Normally, he’d greet me with some sarcastic comment or a smug grin, but tonight he just stood there, looking like a kid caught stealing candy. For someone who had survived life-or-death games, you’d think he’d handle casual conversation better.

“You okay, Dae-ho?” I teased, tossing my bag onto the couch. “You look like you’ve just lost a game of marbles.”

He gave me this awkward half-smile, the kind that said he was trying too hard to act normal. It was weird seeing him like this—he’s usually so self-assured. It made me pause, my teasing fading into concern.

“Seriously, what’s going on?” I asked, sitting down and patting the spot next to me.

He hesitated before sitting down, rubbing the back of his neck like he was gearing up for something. “Can we talk?”

Now I was really curious. “Of course. What is it?”

For a moment, he didn’t say anything. Just stared at the floor, his jaw tight like he was trying to figure out how to put something into words. I waited, giving him the space he needed. That’s how we worked—he didn’t open up easily, but he always came around eventually.

Finally, he looked up at me. “You’ve always been there for me. Through everything. And I… I don’t think I’ve ever said it properly, but you mean a lot to me.”

I felt my heart skip. This wasn’t like him at all.

“I care about you,” he continued, his voice quieter now. “Not just as a friend. As… more than that. I’ve been feeling this way for a while, and I didn’t know how to say it, but—would you go on a date with me?”

For a second, I just stared at him. It was like my brain short-circuited. I had spent so long being his best friend, his safe space, that I’d never let myself imagine something more. But now that he was saying it, it all made sense—why my heart always felt lighter when I was around him, why I worried about him even when I didn’t need to.

Finally, I smiled, trying to hide the fact that my face was probably burning. “Dae-ho, I thought you’d never ask.”

The relief on his face was so obvious it made me laugh. He leaned back, letting out a breath like he’d just survived another challenge.

“Really? So, all this time you’ve just been waiting for me to figure it out?” he asked, his smirk creeping back in.

I rolled my eyes, nudging him. “You’re smart, but you’re clueless when it comes to this kind of thing.”

He laughed, and for the first time in a while, it felt like all the weight he carried was gone. “I’ll make it up to you. Dinner tomorrow? Somewhere nice.”

I raised an eyebrow, smirking. “You’d better. Impress me, Kang Dae-ho.”

He grinned, and in that moment, I realized something: we’d been through so much together, and now, we were finally stepping into something new. Something good. Something ours.

[folkwhoreberry]

I've a request for Percy Jackson as punishment for you deleting your drafts, something where Percy does little things for the reader? For example, drying her hair after she gets out of the shower, putting food on her plate, small and simple things, but things very cute😊↕️🤍

Mr. Jackson To Your Service

percy jackson x reader

or... the one where you’re obsessed with capri sun

word count : 969

warning : none omg who would believe that, english is not my first language!!!

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lunch time.

who would’ve thought that getting hundreds of hungry teenagers with powers in one place is a good idea?

either way, it is what it is and you’re not planning on starving. but fate has other plans for you, like having the scary ares kids standing in front of your favourite food, blocking your path.

and that’s how you ended up sitting in a corner table with percy, your plate only carrying a few pieces of veggies with a side of capri sun.

“why don’t you have anything on your plate, angel?” he asked, his brows furrowing in confusion as he saw how little food you had on your plate. “uhh, ‘m not really hungry.” you mumbled, tossing one of the veggie pieces around your plate with your fork.

percy tilted his head, his lips curling into a playful smirk. “not hungry? I thought I saw you eating an entire pizza two days ago, no problem. what happened to that appetite of yours?”

you shrugged, poking at the broccoli. “I guess today’s just one of those days.”

he leaned closer, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper, “are you sure it’s not because you’re avoiding the ares kids? I mean, you did seem pretty eager to steer clear of them.”

you snorted. “it’s not that bad, percy. they’re just… uh, intimidating. doesn’t help that they think they’re better than everyone else.” you took a sip of your capri sun, trying to act casual.

percy raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. “right. I’m gonna go get you something, angel.” he said, getting up before you can even react, leaving you sitting there, your face dumbfounded.

after a few minutes, he came back with a plate full of pasta with the white sauce, and yet another capri sun. just like he had promised.

——————

after the long day of activities, you finally made your way back to your cabin, completely drained. after a quick shower, you wrapped yourself in your towel and stepped out, only to see percy waiting in the hallway, leaning casually against the wall.

“you okay?” he asked, raising an eyebrow when he noticed your wet hair. “need a hand with that, princess?”

you rolled your eyes, but smiled. “really? you’re gonna stand there like you’re some kind of hair stylist?”

“well, I mean, I have a lot of experience handling water,” he said, gesturing toward himself. “being the son of poseidon and all. so, yeah. I think I can help.”

you raised an eyebrow. “are you seriously gonna dry my hair for me?”

percy gave a dramatic sigh, as if you were making him perform some kind of great sacrifice. “I mean, I guess I have no choice now.” he paused. “unless you want to go to bed with wet hair. then I’ll leave you to your doom.”

you giggled, rolling your eyes again, but agreed. “fine. do your worst, seaweed brain.”

a few minutes later, you were sitting on your bed while percy wielded a hairdryer like he was in the middle of some grand mission. he was being unreasonably serious about it, and it took everything in you not to laugh at his overly focused expression.

“you know, percy,” you said in an exaggerated voice, “I feel like I’m in the presence of greatness right now.”

“you should,” he said without missing a beat. “I’m literally the best at this. I should add ‘professional hairdryer wielder’ to my resume.”

you couldn’t help it anymore, bursting into laughter. “you’re ridiculous.”

he grinned, proud of himself. “and don’t you forget it. all in a day’s work, saving the world and drying your hair. I’m a multitasker.”

when he finally finished, he gave a small bow, proud of his work. “there you go. all set, angel.”

you looked at your reflection in the mirror, surprised at how good your hair looked—no frizz, no mess. percy had somehow managed to do a better job than you could’ve hoped. “wow, you’re actually good at this.”

“told you,” he said, giving you a playful wink.

——————

you were heading to mr. d’s office to complain about something when you spotted percy walking towards you, looking way too smug for his own good.

“what?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bundle wrapped in twine. “I made something for you.”

you took it from him, unwrapping it carefully. inside was a tiny wooden necklace, the pendant shaped like a trident with delicate waves etched into the surface. it was small but thoughtful, and your heart skipped a beat.

“percy, you actually made this?” you asked, your voice soft.

“yep. I thought it might be… kind of cool? and, you know, I’m getting pretty good with a knife.” he scratched the back of his neck, his usual cocky grin replaced by a slight blush. “I know it’s not the best thing in the world, but… I thought you might like it.”

you were completely speechless for a moment, your heart swelling. “percy, it’s perfect. I love it.” you carefully slid the necklace around your neck, admiring it for a moment. “thank you.”

“well, you know… anything for you,” he said, his voice softening, and for a second, he looked so uncharacteristically sincere that it made your heart flutter. “I’d do anything to make you smile.”

“you already do,” you whispered, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “yeah, angel? I do?” he said with a smirk, making you him and nod.

“well, what else can I do to make you smile, m’lady?” he teased, putting one of his hands behind his back as he held your hand in his other, bowing down jokingly as he gave you a kiss on the back of your hand, just over your knuckles.

“mmhh.. get me a capri sun.”

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a/n : hi hello I am currently craving capri sun but unfortunately it costs 0.5$ and I do NOT have that kind of money to spend in the school cafeteria💔

[neiptune]

a simple complication

cw: 1.6k wc, female reader, miscommunication my beloved, you have no idea how to confess your feelings to the one miya twin who doesn't remember what happened at suna's party

You’ve never once felt uncomfortable in a Miya household but, as you stand frozen by the doorstep, you realize that just might be about to change.

As you take a deep breath, relentless inner monologue giving its best shot at calming you down, Osamu suddenly swings the door open and you find yourself taking a wobbly step back, surprised. One garbage bag in hand, he looks equally startled.

“Hey”, he smiles after a moment, “what are ya doing?”.

You can barely look him in the eye, which only confuses him more.

“Nothing. I mean, I wanted to see you. Was hoping we could talk?”.

“Uh, sure. Come in, I’ll be right back”.

You quickly do as you’re told, take your shoes off by the door and gingerly shuffle to the couch before your brain decides you may in fact be too much of a coward to initiate the conversation at all.

The apartment seems empty, which indicates that Atsumu is either sleeping or simply not home. You try to remember how many drinks he had the previous evening, at Suna’s halloween party, but the entire night is still such a blur. Except from one specific detail that still makes heat crawl from your throat up to the roots of your hair.

God, how could you be so stupid? It’d be easy to blame it all on the stupid drinks Rintaro kept bringing you, liquid courage, a dumb wink sent your way as he casually suggested it was time you stopped being a pussy. No, it wasn’t entirely his fault, although you should’ve guessed nothing good would come out of a halloween party thrown in the middle of January.

You were in a pretty low effort costume, clown makeup, black dress. You’re all adults now, which made you think no one would actually commit to the bit as much as they did back in high school or during college, but were soon enough proved wrong as soon as you saw Aran and Rintaro respectively in a Daphne and Velma costume. They looked ridiculous and spectacular at the same time.

The twins were the only ones proving your theory, they both arrived to the party in casual clothes and not one bit of makeup on. A shame, the opportunity to see them wear mascara or eyeliner is rare but when they do men and women are affected all the same. You clearly remember once catching Rintaro himself staring at Osamu for a little too long.

“What’s up? Are ya hungry? Brought back some leftovers from the shop, we can have lunch if ‘Tsumu didn’t gobble those down”, his voice makes you jump and your friend stops by the couch, brows suddenly furrowed. “Or not. Are you okay?”.

“Yes!”, you should be relieved, honestly, he’s acting normal. Which means that maybe you didn’t ruin anything. Are you about to? Perhaps coming was a mistake-

“What did you want to talk about?”, Osamu has always been way too good at sensing other people’s emotions, he quickly forgets the lunch proposal and sits next to you instead, close enough for your legs to be pressed against each other. You feel like you may be about to combust.

You’ve known him almost all your life, high school feels like a century ago. The Miyas came as a package deal back then, one couldn’t exist without the other, but as time passed and adulthood shaped their lives in different ways, most people thought each finally got to exist as his own person. Those people were wrong: at least to you, they always held their own individuality. It’s what made them special. It’s what made you fall in love with Samu when he was still a hotheaded teenager, parts of that immature youth still flashing through his grown up demeanor, especially when he’s put in a room with his brother.

“I just wanted to tell you I really value our friendship. You know that, right?”, it feels like you might be about to cry, the way your voice is wavering. He cocks his head.

“Why are ya being so formal?”, Osamu offers a warm chuckle.

“You know that, right?”, you insist.

“I do”, his features soften, “not sure what I’d do without you, honestly”.

You only realize you’re tormenting your fingers when he covers your nervous hands with his own, warm and solid and so much bigger. Once more, it reminds you of the previous night and suddenly you’re worried you might truly cry. The twins don’t do well with tears, every single time they’ve seen you cry throughout the years, they always comically panicked as they awkwardly tried to offer some comfort. It never worked. You wish Kita was here to save the day, just like he always did back then.

“Samu, I’m sorry”, you murmur.

“For what? Now you’re worrying me”, he squeezes your hands in his and you look up from your lap to meet his perturbed gaze.

Like a slap in the face, it hits you. He doesn’t remember. Now, this is a scenario you didn’t prepare yourself to face.

Osamu gently bumps his forehead against yours and you almost throw up on the spot.

“Hey? Care to let me in that pretty little head of yours?”.

“You don’t remember?”, you don’t mean for it to come out in such an accusing pitch but it’s inevitable.

“Don’t remember what?”.

Incredulous, you stare back at him. The front door opens once more and this time you both jump. You’re too shocked to pay attention to Atsumu entering the living room, back from a run and dripping with sweat. Samu’s hands on yours can only remind you of how it felt having them briefly take your face in them as he clumsily tried to kiss you back, or maybe push you away, who can tell? You were too drunk and clearly he was too. You basically jumped his bones in Suna’s hallway, thank god no one walked by to witness the way you ran away right after. You wish you were drunk enough to forget that too.

“Hi”, Atsumu says and you’re too absorbed by the vortex of your mortifying thoughts to notice how he awkwardly clears his throat.

“Hey, ‘Tsumu”, you say back distractedly, gaze kept on Samu’s coffee table.

“Go take a shower, you’re dripping on my counter”, Osamu barks as his brother casually opens the fridge to take out a protein shake.

“What’s for lunch?”, Atsumu ignores the order and flashes him a grin instead.

“My elbow in yer ribs if ya don’t go take a shower right now”.

“Jeez, fine. I’ll leave you both to it”.

Osamu furrows his brows as he watches Atsumu disappear upstairs with his shake and an amused grin he’s unable to interpret. It dawns on him that you barely talked to each other, which is usually not what happens. You’re disgustingly close, always have been walking the line between being siblings and something else he’s never really been able to pinpoint. He remembers once asking Atsumu if he liked you and he knows his brother well enough to be sure he was being sincere when he scrunched his face and shook his head no. Not like that.

Osamu would lie if he said he never wondered whether you could like him like that. But you’ve never been as… relaxed with him. It feels like Atsumu is the brother you’re most comfortable with and all these years he’s patiently waited for the news to drop, the relationship to start. Except it never did. He still wonders if ‘Tsumu had to friendly turn you down at some point. He still wonders if you could ever like the Miya you’re clearly less relaxed with, instead.

“What did I forget?”, Osamu gently grabs your chin to make sure you look up and meet his gaze once more. Your mouth feels dry.

“We…”, no, you can’t just say that. We kissed. Incorrect. More like you jumped him in a clearly drunken state and he was too much of a gentleman to fully push you away. It’s a faint memory, his hands on your face, and you can’t recall at all if his lips moved along with yours at some point. They most likely didn’t. And now, if you tell him, you’ll ruin everything. Maybe you should just keep quiet, be a coward and bury the whole thing in a place within your chest, inaccessible to anyone but your sense of guilt.

“We what?”, for a moment, Osamu’s exceptionally gentle tone, paired with his proximity, is inebriating enough to make you want to kiss him again. Then, something odd catches your attention and you blink a few times, surprised.

“What’s this?”, you reach to slightly pinch part of his dark hair between your thumb and pointer finger, to remove what looks like a gold grain. It’s dry and barely visible on your fingertip.

He follows your gaze and lets you go, slightly pulling back with a smile.

“Ah, that. I thought I washed it all off”, Osamu casually runs a hand through his hair a few times, “it’s temporary color spray”.

“You’re gonna dye your hair again?”.

“Nah. ‘Tsumu thought it’d be hilarious if we came to the party with a costume no one would notice. I think only Shinsuke guessed it by the end of the night and even he wasn’t so sure”, he offers a handsome grin but you feel petrified.

“What costume?”.

“We went as each other! Ya couldn’t tell us apart, could ya?”.

His amused smile slowly melts away as he takes in your horrified expression, eyes growing bigger by the second.

“Are you oka-”

“Oh my god”.

[5targh0st]

NUMBER ONE GIRL

54. everybody wants you (written)

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Karaoke sounded like a good idea, but seeing all these strangers staring at the bunch of drunk assholes who just arrived makes you have second thoughts about it. Different from other karaoke places you've been to, this seems more like a club. There are private rooms but they're too small and where's the fun in that anyway.

"Let's sing 'ME!'!" Beomgyu rakes your hand and basically drags you across the room to get to the improvised stage.

Your brain is foggy and you know you're gonna regret all of this tomorrow, but right now you're having fun. Just for tonight, Beomgyu is your bestie and your friends get along. Moreover, Yeonjun and Minho are still having the time of their lives taking shots and laughing with each other. This is almost too good to be true.

Beomgyu's voice is surprisingly alluring, even when he's drunk. You're dancing and screaming and it's just so fun.

"And you can't spell awesome without me!" You hear your friends sing along while you're both jumping around.

You don't even notice Yeonjun's eyes following your every move and his dorky smile that makes his eyes almost disappear.

"Listen to me!" Minho screams at him and they go back to whatever argument they were having.

Drink after drink, and song after song, the fun seems to be never ending. Yeji is having the time of her life with Felix and even Karina is having a few drinks with Lia. You really hope they end up dating or something, Karina deserves to be happy.

Yeonjun is just being his clingy self and it's been an hour since he decided you need to be in his arms at all times. Not that you're complaining. It's actually nice being with him after spending so much time with your friends. You love your friends, but you also love just existing with Yeonjun.

It's almost 4:00 am and the place is even more crowded than when you first arrived. Some of your friends are nowhere to be seen and a bunch of them are taking shots at the bar.

"You're having fun?" Yeonjun is so tender and soft, caressing your cheek as if you're made of glass and dragging his words cause he's just so drunk.

"I think you're the one having fun," you laugh and he just whines.

Not too far from there, Minho is drunk as hell and just complaining about everything to Chan. He keeps staring at you and wishing he was the one making you laugh right now.

"He's an idiot!" He says for the eleventh time.

Chan just keeps rolling his eyes at him. "You said you were gonna step aside."

"But I don't want to, why does he get the girl? It's not fair." He's just being childish and maybe even a little selfish.

"And what are you gonna do about it?" Chan is so done with this conversation.

"Something remarkable!"

Out of everyone in here, Minho is the last person anyone would expect to walk up to the stage and type the name of some mystery song.

"Cam I have your attention, please?" He sounds drunk and some people cheer, they're as drunk as him. "So, it has come to my attention that some shit is just not fair. Like I don't get it. I was there first and sure I messed up but it wasn't so bad. This doesn't make sense, but whatever. Fuck you, Yeonjun."

Some people laugh, even Yeonjun does, but a lot of smiles falter when the song starts.

"Oh my fucking god!" Beomgyu is almost hyperventilating in the background.

"Gleaming, twinkling..." Even when drunk, Minho's voice is sweet and surprisingly soothing.

Yeonjun smiles and even sings along. You're also having fun until you make eye contact with Minho and he doesn't look away. He's been looking at you since he got on that stage, he's been looking at you the whole night and you're now uncomfortably aware of it.

You take another shot and look away from him. It doesn't make sense. He's your friend, he's not singing about you.

The song ends and before Minho gets to say anything, Chan snatches the mic and makes a joke about having to pay Minho. Of course, it was a bet, you relax at the thought and go back to having fun with your boyfriend.

However, someone on the sidelines doesn't seem so convinced.

"This is gonna be a fucking mess..."

notes:

I'm really really really sorry for making you wait so much for the update 😭 (stuff came up and I was super busy but I think everything is falling into place so you won't have to wait as much for the next part)

made a mistake and forgot to add something but it's all done now 😅

Minho is drunk af

Chan is a real one

and I'm so in love with yn and jun (I almost feel bad for what's gonna happen in the near future)

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taking it slow - spencer reid ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

spencer reid x inexperienced!reader (established relationship)

requests are always open <3

❤️‍🔥smut

a/n: this is the first time i've ever written a smut like full oneshot which i wrote awhile ago so if this sucks im really sorry squad

warnings: 18+, fingering, mentions of sex

In the midst of your lovers absence (surprise! surprise! he has another case across the other side of the country!!!) you decided that you were going to have sex with him. The thought of it initially was shocking to you even. This abrupt decision was spurred on after chatting to your friend who was throughly shocked that Spencer hasn't gone past heavy makeout sessions with you and a little over the clothes groping (is this because he's a man or is this because you guys have been dating to the point where you guys having sex is assumed? you couldn't determine). So you decided you were going to get it over and done with. After all you were a virgin in every sense of the word even if you despise the concept of it. So flash forward a couple of days you lay in bed on your nightly phone call with Spencer.

"So is there anything else you wanna tell me about?" he inquires

"Yes" you declared

"Really now?"

"Yes really Spencer. I've decided that when you get back I'm going to have sex with you."

"Woah there sweetheart. Lets slow down a little okay? So over my 2 week absence you have came to this little revelation of yours?" he says sounding shocked and amused.

"Yes."

"Why? I mean like yeah I kinda understand that people do feel a need to have sex to be closer with one another even if its just us wanting to go through the actions of reproducing without consequences. But are you sure you want to do that its a little sudden don't you think?" he explains gently

"I do want to do it" you say insistently. His constant questioning is making you feel a little annoyed because you do want to do it with him. Why wouldn't you? But it also tugged at the strings in your brain that maybe Spencer wasn't attracted to you in that way and maybe thats why he's never brought it up before.

"We can do it if you really want. But why don't we work are way up to it, huh angel? I just want you to get comfortable before tossing you into the deep end. I don't want you to back out during the middle of it."

"Okay" you murmur. "What time do you land tomorrow?"

"Uhhhh..Should be around 10:30am. Anyways I imagine its getting pretty late for you so you should sleep. I love you y/n, I'll see you tomorrow, sweet dreams my love."

"I love you too Spence goodnight." You say into the phone before hanging up. So now you have a plan. A daunting one, but yet a plan none the less.

The next day transpired pretty normally. Spencer getting home from his case, having a power nap whilst you went about your life leading to a makeout session.

Spencer kissed you like a man starved, tongue tracing your mouth like he was committing it to memory which he most indefinitely was. If one day he showed up with a 3D model of the inside of your mouth you wouldn't be surprised in the slightest. You could feel your body temperature rising and a familiar throb from between your thighs. Spencer's hands rested on your hips rubbing them gently. When he pulled away a confused look crossed your face.

"Is there something wrong?" you stutter earning you a breathless laugh from him.

"No nothings wrong your just really pretty thats all, and I also wanted to ask if your okay with me touching you?" he confesses

"Um..Yeah more than okay..Uh" you breathe

"Don't be nervous baby just lift your hips for me yeah?" he says a bit amused starting to unbutton your jeans. It hits you suddenly. You're actually doing this ur breathing picks up but ur not scared actually ur excited very excited. Spencer practically mashes his mouth to yours as the jeans came off and were thrown somewhere across the room. He uses his thigh to nudge your legs apart.

"Mmmm i think pretty is an understatement when it comes to you angel" he jokes which illicts a shy laugh from you. He uses his thumb brushing over your clit. Your heavy breathing turns into whines and eventually little moans as you feel a warm slippery sensation forming.

"There we go, good girl" he mumbles "Well I think theres no use of these panties anymore they are throughly soaked. Lets get these off you yeah?" he questions before tugging at your panties. Your doing this with Spencer Reid. The Spencer Reid you thought as shy and timid when you first met him and now well he's doing this. You can't help but to look up at him adoringly. Before you know it the rubbing sensation continues only you can feel it a little more this time and now a new feeling of a weird stretch? You sit up a bit where you find Spencer's hand joining the junction of your thighs looking up at you with a sweet grin. From what you have heard from your girlfriends guy's liked to take pleasure from you to give to themselves not giving it to you, and you certainly haven't known someone who described someone looking at them so lovingly the first time they did it together. This reiterates the fact that 'woah Spencer really loves you.' which is confirmed by the building pleasure as another finger slips inside.

"You're doing so well baby, you're being so good." he breathes as his eyes flick from his hand to your face. "You doing okay there?"

"Uh huh very well" you moan

"Yeah I can see that"

After a while of his fingers pumping rhythmically the spring in your stomach snaps and you go weirdly squirmy as you feel a warm feeling trickle through your veins. Best feeling ever. Spencers fingers slip out as he wipes it on his leg and lays next to you softly kissing all over your face.

"You okay?" he questions his fingers tracing your arms gently.

"I love you" you say hoarsely which illicit a soft laugh from him.

"Yeah baby I can tell"

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a/n: again guys im sorry if this was bad i myself was cringing a little writing this 😭

[wildstar25]

I.4: Did any of them try to resist their feelings?

and

II.1: Who initiated the relationship, and how did they go about it?

Future Lia here saying: Oh god I really didn't mean to write all this it just kinda happened I'm so sorry. I have no excuse other than I've obviously thought so much about all these individual instances so much that I couldn't get my brain to stop. I'm very unwell about the blorbos and completely lost the plot lol.

Did any of them try to resist their feelings?

Arsay & G'raha part 1:

Literally the entirety of Crystal Tower was these two losers (Arsay and G'raha) obviously catching feelings for each other and then getting in their own way about ( I have a bullet point run down of their events here). G'raha over thought himself out of ever saying anything to Arsay and then got blasted with the 'this is your destiny' beam. Meanwhile when Arsay was ready to make baby steps, the timing just didn't work out for her 🙃

Y'shtola:

I hc that Shtola started crushing on Arsay far before Arsay ever realized her feelings for her friend. Y'shtola wasnt really in the scions to make new friends yet Arsay, for many reasons, managed to worm her way into Shtola's heart. They were really close by the end of heavensward. The rode trip through to the Hinterlands gave them a lot of bonding time in particular and feelings began creeping in. At the end of 4.3 when Y'shtola heads off to Doma, I have this whole extra bit in the story about Arsay accompanying her to Kugane and them spending a day going around the town at Arsay's insistence. It was basically a date and by that point Y'shtola realized just how bad she had it for Arsay. Still she kept her feelings to herself. Her investigations, the safety of the star, things of this nature would always come first for Y'shtola. (Queue Y'shtola singing I wont say I'm in love) A part of her hoped she could will herself past this terrible crush, especially during those three years apart in the first. Unfortunately distance only made her heart grow fonder.

Arsay & Y'shtola:

It took Arsay a really long time to realized that her totally normal feelings to have for her friend Y'shtola were, in fact, not normal and she had been trying to convince herself of otherwise for quite some time. It took Arsay getting basically beaten over the head with her own overwhelming feelings to figure this out though: From being so excited to see Y'shtola again in SHB, being heartbroken to the point of snapping when Arsay thought Y'shtola didn't recognize her (beyond relieved when that wasn't the case), getting unbelievably shaken when she thought she lost her best friend again, feeling stupidly jealous seeing her in Runar's arms, making a fool of herself trying to then lift Y'shtola up as well.... Things clicked when Arsay overheard Y'shtola fret over her safety to Urianger. Arsay just took a moment to reflect on how kind Y'shtola really is and how much she loved her- loved that about her. love her? why would Arsay think that? Ah. Shit, it's because she loved Y'shtola. And she figured this out at maybe the worse time? As the crew journeyed back to the Crystarium from Rak'tika Arsay fails to be chill about her revelation. She goes off on her own for a bit to cool down and prepares to bottle up all these inconvenient feelings only find out that Urianger followed her. The two have a semi-honest heart to heart. Beyond Arsay's gut reaction of "Who am I to worry about my love life, now of all times, when we have worlds to save?", she expressed the one crippling fear now plaguing her mind: loss. So long as Arsay continued to walk the heroic adventurer's path, those who walked with her were sure to be at risk. She had the experience to back her fears up too. Those deaths still weighed heavy on her no matter how much she tried to push those memories back. Plus it's been now two close calls for Y'shtola; what if the third time they aren't so lucky? Arsay couldn't handle another friend dying in front of her let alone a lover. There too is the possibility of Arsay dying and leaving poor Y'shtola alone and heartbroken. Inflicting such pain on someone so dear to her would be unthinkable. So, Arsay argued, by keeping her romantic feelings to herself she'd save them both from future hurt. Urianger in his most poetic prose somehow convinced Arsay that the regret and leaving things left unsaid was a pain far worse and longer lasting than simple grief. Arsay knew this of course. He also adds that Y'shtola would likely reset Arsay for withholding such important information from her. Arsay agreed. Finally, the elezen puts forth a hypothesis of his: That Y'shtola could very well be thinking and feeling the same things as Arsay has. After all, the two of them were shockingly alike at times. The idea that Y'shtola liked her back made Arsay's heart skip a beat. Maybe Arsay could embrace these feelings of hers. Love is a good feeling. She can let herself feel that and be okay. The inevitable hurt that's sure to follow is not something Arsay has to consider right now so it's fine. Yeah. It'll be okay.

Arsay & G'raha Part 2:

When Arsay's suspicions where confirmed and it was clear to her exactly who the Crystal Exarch was a pit formed at the bottom of her stomach. She had Y'shtola now, so why did those feelings from moons ago still have a vice grip on her heart? Arsay felt terrible, both physically and mentally. Selfish and disgusted. Guilt plagued her as they ascended Mt. Gulg and even more so as they descended into the Tempest. Everyone could tell Arsay was not at her best. She had to dedicate all of her energy keeping herself together through the light poisoning so it was no wonder that Arsay was unable to maintain her usual mask. They had to search the ocean floor for something and everyone broke off into teams. Y'shtola paired off with Arsay. Y'shtola, with her kind heart and inquisitive nature, pressed the subject while they were secluded from the rest of the group. Why did Arsay know the Exarch's name? What history did him and her have together? Most importantly, why hasn't Arsay been able to look her girlfriend in the eyes for the past two days? Like most of her problems, Arsay wanted to hide her feelings for G'raha away and pretend like it never happened. She wanted to be happy with Y'shtola. She was happy with Y'shtola. Arsay loved and respected Y'shtola so much so that Arsay wouldn't dare lie to her. She couldn't bring herself to say in plain words that she held a flame for the currently endangered Exarch; but she didn't need to. Y'shtola was far too bright to not pick up on the subtext. What Arsay did choose to say clearly was that Y'shtola will forever be in her heart; and though she felt like she had no right to, she asked that Y'shtola forgive how large said heart ended up being.

The Crystal Exarch:

I've written about this before here -> but surmise to say, the Exarch felt so undeserving of his hero's affection and too self conscious of himself that he could not put his all into the relationship. He should count himself lucky that Arsay was so hopelessly in love with him tbh. And yes, even though he really really wanted to, not once would he let himself go any farther with her than making out. (much to Arsay's dismay)

Who initiated the relationship, and how did they go about it?

ArShtola

Arsay, bolstered by a pep talk from Urianger and ready to make that terrifying leap, opted to confess her feelings to Y'shtola the night they returned to the Crystarium after travelling from Rak'tika. Arsay had never confessed anything of this magnitude before but she had to get it out there as soon as she could lest she loose her confidence and the perils of their adventures tear them apart. I have a cringe but free fic with gposes here ->

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GrahArsay/GrahArShtola

It took time for Y'shtola to respond to Arsay's story about her and the Exarch. Their was so much pain in the keeper's voice as she mentioned how things ended up. So much that it struck even Y'shtola's heart. Seeing the one she loved carry such hurt was saddening, yes, but the sting the seeker felt was for her own sake. A little over three years Y'shtola pined over her friend and now after less than two weeks together Arsay drops a bombshell like this on her. To a degree, Y'shtola felt as if she'd been betrayed. Having finally given in to opening up to someone only to feel like she's been toyed around with and been made a fool. She had wanted to lash out then and there but successfully locating the Ondo ruins thankfully stopped her. Y'shtola had taken the rest of their deep sea mission to step back and mull things over. Arsay was practically falling apart in front of her. If this was to be the end for her beloved the last thing Y'shtola should do is add another nail into her looming coffin. For as difficult as her Warrior of Light may be at times there is no denying how much happiness she's brought into Y'shtola's life. Y'shtola sought only to bring her the same happiness in turn. And for all that Arsay's done for the world she deserves the freedom to go after what she wants. Y'shtola would not be the one to bar her from that. However, she had no intention of letting what that she desired go so easily. Y'shtola would not allow herself to be made an embarrassment in this situation. A solution found its way to the forefront of her mind. A bit unconventional outside of tribal life mind you, perhaps a wholly unfamiliar concept for a stranger to their own culture like her dear was, but a non-monogamous partnership could just work. At the very least Y'shtola was willing to try. In her words, Arsay's heart might very well be larger than they both expected but it was still the same heart that Y'shtola fell for. The same heart she continues to love despite the hurt it caused her. The same heart she puts her unwavering trust in. So, just as what could be their final trial stood in front of them, Y'shtola pulled Arsay in close. Her aether was blinding, spilling out from all sides in a monstrous form. Still Y'shtola locked eyes with Arsay. She dare not look away. Y'shtola needed Arsay to see only her in this short moment. Should they make it through this they can talk about the logistics later. Y'shtola's trust in the Exarch was frail at best but if Arsay trusted him he surely wasn't all that malicious. For now Y'shtola wanted only to ease Arsay's soul and focus her mind. There was no anger or resentment between them. They will fight this battle and rescue this G'raha Tia together, side by side. Now and forever, Arsay is loved and is free to love.

... A celebration was held in the Crystarium upon their return with the Exarch. It was a joyous affair for all and lasted long into the night. Noticing G'raha had sneaked away from the crowd, Y'shtola once again expressed her blessings for Arsay to chase after him. That she did and can be read here ->

[ratkingah]

I know this topic has been talked to death but as someone who thinks of himself on the true middle ground I’d like to share my thoughts on the ships in mouthwashing

The ones I really think are freaky:

Jimmy x Anya because bro who the fuck ships a rapist with the girl he raped that’s just a whole nother level of fucked up

Swansea x Daisuke because that’s probably like a fourty year age gap at most and a thirty year age gap at least and I am not into age gaps like Swanseas gonna die before Daisuke hits his mid life crisis

Ones that are slightly less freaky but still freaky:

Swansea x Anyone because bro why you doing that like he’s got a wife and kids and everyone’s at least twenty years younger than him anyway

Jimmy x Daisuke is just manipulative and wierd and plus there’s another pretty significant age gap there and plus I feel like Jimmy would manipulate Daisuke a lot

Anyone x Post Crash Curly because that man is a fucking vegetable like brother what are you gonna do

The ones I just generally dislike:

Anya x Curly cause idk man it’s always associated with the “Jimmy didn’t exist” crowd and AU and plus I just don’t like how theyre ignoring the whole curly comforted his rapist friend instead of the person they’re shipping him with thing

Anya x Daisuke because they’re definitely more siblings than anything else like they’ve got the dynamic for it and putting them in a romantic relationship would feel kinda wierd

The ones I put up with:

Curly x Daisuke because I have a shit ton of friends (on discord cause I’m basically a mod) who are into that and there’s nothing morally wrong with it as far as I can tell so I don’t hate it or anything so I’ll just let it be

Jimmy x Curly because I’m biased towards ugly old men yaoi (due to rdr2 melting my brain) in all seriousness though it’s the most applicable ship and while I’m not making anything for it it’s definitely the most tolerable

Thanks for coming to my ted talk guys

(I’m not tryna start any fights or nothing so don’t fight but feel free to use your debating skills in the comments if this gets popular)

[terrortwinunicorn]

Choose Me

Damian's POV

The door to the house slammed open and closed and I heard my roommate and best friend cursing. Her date must've went errrr well.

"Y/N?" I said cautiously.

"Hi Luis," she said coming into the living room. She looked utterly defeated and disgusted. She plops down on the sofa next to me.

"I take it the date went," I said and she shot me a look.

"It is eight thirty on a Friday night. How do you think it went," she said taking my beer and downing it.

"Hey that was mine," I pout earning at the very least a smile from y/n.

"Chill. I needed that. After that disastrous date I have just been on," she said turning "Unzip my dress and I can go change before I tell you." I hesitate a moment "Luis. Please?" she begged.

I gulped and unzip her dress. What she wasn't aware of is my feelings for her aren't exactly those you can call just seeing her as a best friend and roommate. I saw her as so much more if only she would choose me. I could love her like she deserves.

"There you go y/n," I said pushing down my feelings so she didn't see me wanting her.

"Thanks," she said standing and holding onto the purple material as she disappeared into her room.

I cursed myself Buen trabajo, tonto. I thought. (Way to go dummy.) as I got up and went to get a new beer and one for y/n too.

A few minutes later y/n comes out in my merchandise t-shirt. My jaw dropped as that's all she wore. Her hair fell wildly down to her shoulders.

"Here I got you your own," I said handing her an open bottle.

"Thanks," she said sitting down beside me again before draping her legs over my lap "Now let me tell you about the half twit I had the pleasure," she said the word pleasure like it left a bad taste in her mouth "of going on a date tonight with. First off Romeo was an hour late getting to the restaurant. Thank God I took my own car. And then once he gets there he had the audacity to say he didn't really want to be there but since I was hot he thought he would come and see if I would lay him," she took a drink "Can you believe that?!" I shook my head "I threw my drink in his damn fuckin face. Told him to fuck himself and left the restaurant and well here I am," she laughed before taking another drink.

"I'm sorry you had that happen," I said.

"Thanks. Why can't guys be like you Luis," she said looking at me "You're sweet, funny, kind, loving, caring, heart of gold, treats me like a princess and I am just your best friend and roommate. How you are still single is mind boggling."

I gave a half hearted smile to her "Yeah. Weird," I took a huge drink of beer.

"I'm serious Luis. Any girl would be absolutely lucky to have you as their guy," she said drinking from the bottle before sitting up and grabbing my face. I am startled but our eyes met before she let go "I am so sorry for grabbing you like that. I," she took another drink "I honestly don't know what came over me. Just know that any woman would be lucky to have you as their guy," she said polishing off her second beer. I gulped before looking at her. I bit my lip and quickly finished my beer. I was going to need all the liquid courage I could muster.

"You are," I said after a pregnant pause.

She arched an eyebrow before laughing nervously "I know I am lucky to have you but I have you in my life. Not as my guy," she said.

"You could. Y/N I-" I took a deep breath Just do it dumb ass my brain scolded me "Choose me. I will make you feel loved." She stares at me blankly "Please say something."

She did not in fact say anything. She was up and kissed me in a matter of seconds. Not the peck on the cheek I was used to but full on my mouth. Her lips on mine KISS HER BACK IDIOT my brain yells at me.

I wrapped my arms around her pulling her into my lap and not breaking the kiss but returning it. We were both hungry and this kiss was our first meal in ages.

She drew back panting "Luis. I'm yours. Every part of me is yours," she said as I brush her hair from her face. My ears and brain having a communication error "Did-did you hear me?" she looked at me as if her heart was ready to break into a million pieces if I rejected her.

I shook my head yes "I did. I just," I held her face "You don't know how long I have waited to hear those words come from your mouth. Y/N I don't. I don't just see you as my best friend and my roommate. I-I-I am in love with you. Hopelessly and helplessly head over heels in love with you."

A smile spread across her face "I'm in love with you too. I am so sorry it took me so long to realize it," she said resting her forehead against mine.

I rubbed her cheek with the side of my thumb "Don't worry about it," I laughed as tears filled my eyes "I'm just so glad to hear you say it to me."

She laughed lightly as tears filled her eyes "I'm so glad you finally told me how you feel," she said as she held my face. I smiled before kissing her. All the years of unrealized love spilled over like a boiling pot. The kiss turned passionate quick. My hands fell to her hips as we kissed. She pulled back from the kiss and stood. Offering me her hand "And now you can show me." I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming because if I was I certainly didn't want to wake up "Luis. You're not dreaming," she smiles as her hand was still in the air.

I grabbed it and lead her to my room and my bed. But after tonight it was going to be our room and our bed.

"You do realize we don't go back after this," I said.

She nodded "We will never go back to the will they won't they ever again. I love you Luis. I never want to go on another bad date again."

I chuckled "Princesa I will never let that happen," I said as I walked her to the bed "ever again." I grabbed the t-shirt and took it off of her. She was only wearing a pair of lace thongs. I groan as I drunk in the sight of her as she removed the thongs and threw them at me.

"Your turn," she said as she removed my t-shirt and pushed down my basketball shorts. I push her to the bed. She fell to it propping herself up on her elbows as I removed my boxer briefs and my dick sprang free. Already to make her feel loved. She bit her lip as her eyes moved over my body before she called me to her. She wrapped her arms around my neck pulling me on top of her. I moved to hold myself up over her.

"God y/n. You're beautiful," I said to her making her smile.

She touched my cheek "And Luis. You're handsome and God damn you have a beautiful body."

I chuckled before lowering myself down to her and kissing her lips. She ran her hands down my back as I moved us up to the pillows. I finally moved my lips from her mouth and down her jawline before kissing and sucking the curve of her neck causing a moan to escape her lips.

"I want to take my time worshiping you," I said looking at her.

"We have nothing but time and space between us Luis," she smiles.

I smiled before reconnecting our lips and positioning myself at her entrance. She was already soaking wet for me. I slid into her causing both of us to gasp at the pleasure of being connected in that way. I slowly thrust into her and filled her whole. Her hips bucked up to meet mine in my new favorite song. I slowly begin thrusting into her and finally found our groove and I found the sweet spot as she let out a breathy moan of my name and it never sounded so sweet. What felt like forever but was many many many many minutes later. Her walls clench around my dick signaling she was close and I wasn't far behind her. A few more thrusts and we both were riding our high. I collapsed to her and placed a kiss on her pouty lips.

"Di que me eliges y te haré sentir amado," I said. (Say you choose me and I will make you feel loved.)

"Luis. I choose you forever and for always," she said caressing my cheek as I fell to her side.

I have never been so thankful for a a bad date in my life as I was right now as I took y/n into my arms as she laid her head on my chest and I covered us up. I had a feeling the neighbors might complain for the next few days but I would figure a way to make it up to them after y/n and I were done riding off our highs of our new found love.

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[sapphicdib]

dyever f thing about stars and shut like not just big bright stars but also the dead ones what were they calldd proton stars no no thats young stars it was uhhhhhhhh idk star corpses you know what i mean white dwarfs neutron stars and black holes theyre all just really so cool like especially neutron stars hell id argue that in some scenadrios neutron stars can be more dangerous tan blaco holws and i mean if you compare it by mass than pwr capita neutron stars are way more dangerous than black holes and are kinda crazy too in subtler ways but honestly ieven eneutoron starz get their fair shair of love but not white dwarfs no white darfs dont get much love at all even though theyre arguably the best candidate for life to remain around once all stars dies i mean black holes have all that relativety time business and neutron stars are extremely horrifically anti life but white stars are both very stable and so so so so so so so very fuckin long lived i mean even when the last star dies the first white dwarf wont have died dont quote me on that but you get the idea like even when white dwarfs die they dont die die they just slowly run out of nergy via thermal radiation and over the course of what was it i think a quintillion or so years white dwarfs become black dwarfs although those arent exactly helpful for life and eventually they just turn into big iron balls but thats beside the point the point is if you really wanna live as long as possible you gotta create a superstructure around a black hole theyre marginally stable they make a lotta energy and they last a frankly unreasonable amount of time like you phsycially cannot conceptualize the amount of time they last no one can its impossible thats why if you could manage to build a habitat around one thatd be lifes best chance for living functionally forever but at that point is it really worth it i mean we dont really know what happens when black holes fizzle out we dont know whats at the end of a singularity we dont know what the universe will be like when even the last white dwaff turns to ash and iron who knows maybe after a billion billion billion billion billion billion billion billlion billion years a spark will reignite it all and we'll have big bang part two yknow its kinda similar to rain world do you really want to stick around for the end of the universe do you really want to prepare to live forever or would you rather enjoy it as it is yknow?

Anyway whats your favorite media besides Rain World, if that's it?

fun fact i took astronomy in college so theoretically i recognize those words but i just woke up with an insane migraine + on my period so i do not have the brain capacity to actually parse all that but i do remember that i had a massive existential crisis in class while we were talking about what could be beyond the edge of the known universe so im just gonna say agreed!

aside from rain world i love hollow knight, vocaloid, hannibal, inside job (fuck you netflix for cancelling it on a cliffhanger), gravity falls, invader zim, madoka magica, kill la kill, stardew valley, and some other shit i’m probably forgetting.

also media related i guess is that my new year’s resolution was to get into more all female metal/screamo bands and artists. i’ve been listening to a lot of poppy (current fav), kittie, deathbyromy, jazmin bean, zheani, and snowblood! so if anyone wants to recommend anything similar that’d be awesome!! i collect records too!!

this is the inside cover of zig it’s hanging up on my wall because it is simply that badass

other favs include my signed copy of negative spaces (i’d already listened to a couple poppy songs before she dropped this album but this one is what REALLY got me into her stuff. listen to it, it got me thru so much rough shit)(also she makes insanely good iteratorcore songs bro like WUHH), my 1/2500 og pressing of take this to your grave, and then my (approximate) rainbow of vinyls above my lesbian flag!! my brother got me am i a girl for christmas, the only album from poppy’s discography on vinyl i have left to snatch up is i disagree!! (…and poppy.computer but the amount that one sells for on discogs is fucking unreasonable).

other than that i thiiiink this is the rest of my collection? i have all of fall out boy’s discography and most of mother mother’s, i NEED a welcome to the black parade one but i dont like the cover of the one thats everywhere in stores :( others on my wantlist include a specific pressing of zaba by glass animals that goes for like 600 bucks on ebay which is fucking criminal, double dare by waterparks, OH AND THERES APPARENTLY A VINYL COPY OF VIOLENCE AGAINST NATURE?? WHICH I WANT SO BAD BUT GIRL ITS A *SINGLE SONG*…BUT ALSO…ITS SO GOOD…

anyways this is getting really long oops. actually this kinda helped cuz i rambled thru the time my medicine sorta started working so at least i was distracted during the worst of it. idk why i started rambling about my record collection but oh well!

[guhamun]

❝CU, ENOUGH.❞ JIANYU EYED Cu a bit, a small hint in his stare to not push too much. Calcharo wasn’t someone who could be brute forced into anything, and constantly poking at something he clearly held no interest in discussing would only make him angry, which in turn, would ruin what they had set out to do to begin with as he could hold onto anger for a very long time. He was in a good mood right now. Jianyu wanted to keep it there for as long as he possibly could before that ‘storm’ that he discussed with Cu came over the horizon. They had a very small window for peace at the moment. Very, very small if the mercenary leader was suddenly beginning to hone in on the very thing both of them were hoping he’d ignore for the time being. As Jianyu had expected, Cu’s words were, once again, ignored, Calcharo not even bothering to pay it any attention. His focus was on one thing and one thing only: picking at the other’s brain to know if they had any knowledge of this unknown individual who had already come into Huanglong making waves.

     ❝Hmm…I suppose that’s true. To the people of Huanglong, there isn’t much difference between the two on the surface – at least when it comes to travelers from the region.❞ He couldn’t ignore the fact that Rinascita had opened their doors to more visitors as of late, so that was something to keep in mind as well. ❝Nobles, as you know, will do anything to get their foot in the door. There's always a potential one will send a 'representative' of the House who knows just how to act to get someone to drop their guard. Whether that is someone from that house specifically, or someone who works for them, it doesn't really matter at the end of the day.❞ Anything was free game to those who liked to play games. That aside… ❝Yes, I would like you to look into those flowers. I haven’t seen them myself, but if they are very particular, I might not be able to identify the meaning.❞ He gave an offhand wave of his hand, soon continuing onwards to show their conversation was over. ❝Send me a message when you figure something out.❞

     Jianyu watched as Calcharo took his leave, soon shooting Cu a pointed stare when he was sure the other was out of earshot. ❝You sure don’t know how to shut it, do you? Thankfully, I wasn’t caught in the crossfire again.❞ Honestly, he had warned them to be mindful of themselves. Cu was a guest. He wasn’t a member of the Ghost Hounds and if he annoyed Calcharo too much, he wouldn’t allow him to come to the base anymore. All the problems that would cause... Jianyu gave a long sigh, dragging a hand down the side of his face. ❝Anyway, everything seems to be falling into place, I think. Anything further from here won’t have my involvement…though, really…I don’t think I’m needed anymore.❞ He knew his leader – understood his mindset from proximity and observation -- at least as well as one could with someone who kept primarily to themselves. The other's thoughts were not firmly on that strange visitor despite the questioning. They were probably still lingering on Jiyan. A good thing.

Cú Chulainn felt a bit bad for Jianyu, but sacrifices needed to be made for the greater good, and these experiences helped build character anyway. That aside, as expected, the mercenary leader ignored his question or, more precisely, didn't want to talk about it. That would be fine if he was only trying to get a reaction from the other, but he didn't go above and beyond to keep Aalto busy and used Jianyu as a shield twice to get ignored. "Remember you're the one who assumed Jiyan was seeing someone when I was clearly talking about you. Instead of glaring at innocent travelers, you should be looking into yourself and wondering why everyone thinks you two are a thing. Jinzhou isn't the New Fed, baseless rumors aren't a thing here." He would've preferred to be more subtle about this but, considering how senselessly oblivious Calcharo was when it came to Jiyan, he was left without much of a choice.

That aside... Ugh... Stupid Conall... They always liked making an entrance, and he could already see things getting more bizarre from here. He calculated that they had about 3 more days of 'peace' before Conall showed up. But he also was in a difficult position now. He didn't want to lie to Calcharo, but he didn't want them to stress needlessly when they were in a good mood. Besides, when else if not now to think about their relationship with the general? "You sure it was someone from the New Fed? Ever since Rinascita opened its doors, there's been a good number of travelers hailing from the isles." An understandable confusion for ones that aren't used to seeing people from either nation. "It could be a mere coincidence. I mean, fancy flowers is more of a nobility thing, and you ever heard of a noble traveling by foot, and helping commoners on top of that?" Him, and Mortefi, but they were exceptions to the rule!

"Anyway, if you still want me to look into it, give me a day to properly look at the flowers. Most Houses have their own unique species."