#but now idk if ill be able to see him before i leave for second semester

[atlas-ghoul-account]

Home Safe.

Warnings: swiss leaves, discussions of ocd, mentionings of touching wood, talk of food, food anxiety (whether it is safe to eat, intrusive thoughts surrounding food), intrusive thoughts about safety of others, hand washing, dry skin because of hand washing (idk i'm just saying everything just in case)

Notes: So this is a bit more of ocd phantom, credit of ocd phantom still lies with @littlemoon-beam lol, I just borrowed it to project some of the stuff I do. That being said, whilst this is my experience of ocd traits/tendencies, if you see anything that isn't quite written write please reach out!

Also also: I can't remember who said it, but I've borrowed the headcanon that Swiss goes back to the ministry to help Aether in the infirmary.

Phantom's ocd gets worse now that Swiss is gone. Now that he's no longer touring, Phantom can no longer make sure he's okay, he can't check on him. He usually knows he's okay, he can just look over and check. And there Swiss would be, looking at him like he was insane as the young quintessence ghoul pokes his head into his bunk to stare at him for a second before leaving. But now he can't do that, because Swiss has gone back to the ministry.

And Phantom knows he can't phone him every time he gets an intrusive thought about him. He knows that, but he wants to. Because then he knows he's safe. And he just wants to know that Swiss is safe.

The compulsions don't take long to start creeping in.

After the Birmingham ritual, when Swiss announces that Aether needs him in the infirmary, Phantom freezes. This can't be real, it can't because Swiss is his lifeline. He's the only thing that keeps him from spiralling out of control, the only sense of normalcy that he can latch onto whilst on tour.

They don't have long to say goodbye, because it isn't really a goodbye after all, but a see you later. Although, that doesn't mean it hurts any less. And almost everyone else has known Swiss longer than him, so Phantom thinks they deserve spending longer with him. So he holds back, no matter how much it hurts. It makes sense to Phantom at least, he probably didn't matter as much to Swiss as the others he had known for years.

"See you later, Ant," Swiss whispers, "Call me anytime." Phantom gives a small nod.

"See you later," He whispers, not able to stop himself from thinking that perhaps he should be going to help at the infirmary instead. He was a quintessence ghoul after all. A small part of his brain told him that actually, Swiss' quintessence, whilst not his main element, was stronger than his. That Phantom wasn't good enough with his quintessence to help.

That night, when he's alone in his bunk, listening to the world go past, his skin crawls. He can't sleep, too scared that if he does something might happen to Swiss. Or he wakes up and the other ghouls are gone too. Or Perpetua, human's are rather fragile after all.

'He won't make it home safe unless you touch wood.' His mind calls out to him. Phantom knows it's irrational, he knows. But why take that risk? Why risk Swiss? He doesn't have to question it before he's tapping wood in his sequence.

Three times, which he repeats another three times. Before repeating it one final time.

Although, it does little to resolve the anxiety, if he's being honest. Instead, he slides out of his bunk, creeping across the bus to Swiss' bunk. He slides in, pulling the curtain closed behind him. It was the closest thing he could get to Swiss. It would have to do.

The rest of the ghouls notice small differences in the coming days. The young quint ghoul looking unsure before doing certain things - things he hadn't questioned in a long time.

Hand washing became more frequent, worried that the germs on his hands would make the other ghouls, or Papa ill. Then they'd have to go back to the ministry, and that would be another friend he'd had to tour without. He didn't think he could do that. Naturally, it didn't take long for his hands to dry out, for his knuckles to start splitting. It made playing harder, more painful. But he couldn't stop himself from washing them, he couldn't risk them like that. Besides, the split skin didn't hurt too much.

The safety of food start cause anxiety in his chest. It wasn't that he didn't trust the other ghouls, they cooked for him all the time. But with the spike in anxiety and the small spiral downwards, he was finding it more and more difficult to ignore the doubt. What if a fly landed on it? What if they didn't wash their hands properly? Can food be left out of the fridge for that long? This is definitely cooked, right? Does this look pink?

The doubts were endless. He tried to ignore them, instead, combatting the thought with a small touch of the table wood. In the short term, it cleared his fears. He touched wood, so despite however irrational it was, it would still mean he would be okay if he ate it.

It doesn't take long for the ghouls to text Swiss, to ask for advice. They feel guilty, knowing that Aether, Omega, and now Swiss were absolutely swamped in the infirmary, but they really don't know how to help the quint.

[numberonetacostan]

Onesy returnst!

ya got any "MePad survives AU" headcanons? (idk how else to phrase this question)

Hi Onesy!!^^ Welcome back, and thank you for sending in your request!! :]

DO I- do i have any headcanons for an au in which mepad had survived?

Absolutely. Ask and you shall receive, post s2 living Mepad headcanons!! :D

I actually think the others would be a bit weirded out seeing Taco and Mepad interacting at first. For one, they're speaking French to each other, a language which half the cast though Taco had lied about speaking, the other half did not know of her speaking at all, and no one had thought about Mepad changing his language settings. Then there's how gentle he is with her, very much the opposite of anything they've been associating with Taco. And then there's her being gentle back to him, in her own way. Offering up honesty much easier (well, they don't understand French, but when they're speaking English they'd get it), snapping at him significantly less, not insulting him, just being much kinder to him in general. It would probably help a lot with acclimating her into the group. Everyone trusts Mepad, or at least hold no ill-will against him, yeah? His trust in her makes things much smoother.

However! Consider slight lingering uncertainly towards him from a few contestants. Particularly those that weren't present in the hotel when Mephone told everyone the truth of their creation, who didn't see how Mepad had immediately told the contestants to get behind him, and was pretty dang angry. But, yeah, a little linger suspicion that Mepad might have known, being a fellow Meeple device and Mephone's second-in-command. I don't think it would take too long for anyone to get over such suspicions, but I can definitely see some lingering doubt after everything does down.

Also, since we know the contestants looted Meeple, there's also the idea of Mepad experiencing that. There would be a lot of feelings to be had about what could be found there, yeah? Mecintosh, for one, could be an interesting interaction. Evidence of Cobs' poor treatment of his children. Maybe even blueprints or plans for Mepad himself, before Mephone had taken him. A mixture of dread, curiosity, and gratitude, I'd say.

Mepad and Toilet would probably have quite a few long talks, now that they're physically reunited in a non life-or-death scenario. Mepad would want to apologize for not having stood up for him more, when Mephone fired him. Toilet would not be angry with him <3. And then Toilet would catch Mepad up on everything he'd been doing since they'd split up. Everything. Mepad learns a lot about Toilet's favourite foods solely by how much he hears about various dishes. He wouldn't trade it for the world.

There's also the idea of Mepad running into 4 or 3GS again. They're both electronics and are on an island with no way to generate things, I don't see them being able to leave or even really wanting to for quite a while. It might be a bit awkward between 4 and Mepad, but I do think it would be really nice for him and 3GS to get to meet.

[brrrkdslek]

UM O E O

𖡎 youtube clips of ateez member, m/n that has atinys barking and rolling on the floor.

𖡎 ateez x 9th member! male! reader

𖡎 fluff, angst, idk slay???

𖡎 bullying, harassment, blood n gore(oop)

𖡎 2.8k

clip 1 — m/n standing up for ateez on variety show

ateez along with the mcs laughed at the jokes as they continued, "if i were a member of ateez, what position would suit me best?" the members looked around and whispered amongst each other before hongjoong spoke up, "i don't know, but i think you'd do great..."

everyone laughs at the captain's statement as he shrinks in embarrassment. the mc puffs out his chest, "i think i'd be able to handle m/n's position." jongho blinks in surprise, "you can handle being main vocalist and main dancer...?" the other mc retaliated, "yeah, he thinks he can! what about it!?"

you only smile, knowing how much these people underestimate your hardwork. wooyoung speaks, "but his position is very hard, m/n actually plays a huge part in our choreography too!" wooyoung nudges you, "tell them!" you giggle at wooyoung's excitement.

"okay. so, when our tracks release, let's say for our comeback song, bouncy. i would improv it once and record it, then i would mark down some move which i think would collaborate well with the song, and then i'd work out the full choreo with the choreographer-"

the mc cut you off, "i still think i'd be able to do it though! maybe even better than you!" it came out in a joke tone but you could hear the underlying saltiness the man had with you, why's he so reluctant on bullying you???

you brush through your long hair before breaking the awkward silence, "well, who's position on the team do you agree with the least and why?" the mc perked up as he spoke loudly, "i think i would be the visual." mingi had to physically hold back a snort from beside you, "i honestly don't think seonghwa should be the visual at all."

wooyoung held back a gasp as san glared at the mc from afar. yunho turned to seonghwa and he only blinked in surprise, jongho gulped as he sees your vessel popping out in your neck, the tips of your ears turning slightly red.

"hm, i see. then who do you think would be best for visuals?" mingi placed his hand in your lap, comforting you quietly as you sighed. "i think, maybe me?" the mc does some weird 'sexy' pose and the other mc applauses him while your members keep quiet.

you let out a loud laugh for a second before covering your mouth with your hand, "ah, i'm sorry!" the mc's face was blank, "what, do you think i can't be the visual!?" you look the man up and down, "are you sure you'll even make it past the audition?" 'oo's' and laughs were exchanged between your members as you and the mc only stared.

clip 2 — m/n toktoq live: response to the show

you were eating peacefully in your hotel room with your live on and singing to the atinys every now and then. "m/n, did you say that to the mc because you were mad?" you read out a question. pondering for a few seconds, you decide to answer honestly.

"yes, i was super mad, more that he insulted my members." you slurped the noodled as you spoke again, "listen, i don't mind if people insult or make fun of me. but i won't accept if anyone speaks ill of my members." you untie your bun, which had been messed up from how much you'd been moving around.

biting the hairtie between your teeth, you used your hands to fix a ponytail and spoke, "i can take any insults if it is directed to me," picking up the hairtie, you tie your hair into a bun and fixed your bangs, "but please, leave my members alone."

clip 3 — m/n going off at a saseang in the airport

you had your hood and mask on as you followed along your members in the airport. you always hated the airport since the amount of people surrounding you made you feel incredibly claustrophobic and annoyed.

you had just came back to korea from your long concert and is headed back to the company. during the trip, you felt someone poke you and turned around, "hyung..." jongho's face looks slightly paler, "are you alright, jjong?" you held onto his hand as he leaned onto your strong arm, "just a bit tired..."

you ruffled his hair, "let's get outta here as soon as possible, m'kay?" jongho nods as you kiss his head, following your other members.

as you neared the exits, the group began slowing down as more people surrounded ateez and pushed the mangers and even the members from time to time. you tsked and checked on jongho every few seconds to make sure he is still there.

you noticed a woman pulling on the hems of jongho's hoodie as you swatted her away, pulling his closer to you as you squeezed between the members. however, she came back and kept on trying to get his attention, making him incredibly uncomfortable.

you could feel jongho's hands tremble and twitch with every touch of the woman and you got increasingly angered. you even did as much as wrapping your entire arm around his waist and leaned your head on his shoulder, you know jongho likes when you do that, it made him feel relaxed and calm.

but of course the woman didn't fucking stop as san and mingi were trying their best to kindly push her off and not cause scene. you heard jongho continuously mumbled for her to get off but you weren't having any of it. you were on your last straw when she began pulling on his wrist, that's when you acted out.

you let go of jongho's hand quickly and went to the other side and shoved the woman, hard. she ended up tripping on her own feet and collapsing onto the ground. you could care less for the cameras that were capturing this moment, in fact, you wanted everyone to see.

"yah! what's wrong with you!?" the woman spoke as she fixed her hair and tried standing up, you used your feet to push her shoulder back down. "what's wrong with me? are you kidding me, lady? you had been touching jongho this entire time and you're asking me what's wrong with me?"

you let out a sarcastic laugh, "who do you think you are? did you think i wouldn't do anything cause there are cameras?" your members and managers made no move to stop you as they only watched, all silently agreeing that it is what she deserved.

you crouched down and leaned into her ear, "if there were no cameras, i would've beat your fucking face off. now get lost before i actually do that." the woman shifted away from you and scrambled to get up, running away in a hurry as she cried.

you got up and grabbed your bag before going back to jongho and holding his hand, "let's go?" he nodded as the managers lead you all to the van, the crowd becoming smaller after your sudden outburst.

as you got into the van, you never let go of jongho's hand as he leaned onto your shoulder, eyes getting heavier. "i'm sorry jjong. you must've been so scared..." he smiled, "but i wasn't." you blink in surprise, "really, why not?" he looks up at you and flashed that adorable gummy smile of his, "cause i knew you'd protect me."

clip 4 — angry m/n at kcon

you were performing as normal and was super excited for your upcoming high note part. you had a few lines before it and while you were singing, you found that your mic had disconnected or some shit, making you grumpy.

however, atinys thought you were doing a sexy concept and cheered excitedly watching you sing your part. the mic had become more and more annoying as you sang your part, proving to be useless.

during the few seconds of pause before your high note, your ripped the headset off and threw it onto the ground before hitting the high note perfectly, wowing the atinys at your impactful volume even without a mic.

clip 5 — m/n shoving paparazzis for getting too close

ateez was in america, dressed all nice for their interview with buzzfeed, and as they got off the van one by one, the members were bombarded with cameras flashing in their direction. it wouldn't have been a problem had they not been at hand's distance with the members faces.

you were the last to get off the van as one paparazzi had the audacity to shove his camera inside the van while you were getting off. so, being the good samaritan you are, you shoved the camera.

you shoved it forward so that it hit the paparazzi on his bald head, making the man scream curses at you as you walked into the building, smile never leaving your face.

clip 6 — yunho vs m/n

"yeah, and i got this last week-" "why does your hair look like that?" you turn to yunho looking pretty offended, "why does my hair look like... what?" yunho giggles, "like, like poo..." you deadpan to the camera before rolling your eyes, "why does my hair matter to you in the slightest bit?" he shrugs and bites into the dumpling.

"i dunno, i jus' think it looks better when it's down." you leaned down to slurp your noodles, "better than your crap coloured hair..." yunho's jaw drops as he tosses the wooden chopsticks on the table and stands up, "yah!"

you turn to him and look up, "why're you standing up??" he pouts, "my hair is NOT crap colour!" your forehead creases, "can you just sit down-" "at least i don't spend two hours every morning getting ready." you frown and stand up, growing more annoyed by the second.

"why're you picking a fight with me?" he rolls his eyes and cross his arms, mumbling something. "what'd you say?" looking down, yunho mumbles, "i'm not the one that throws headsets on stage..."

you had to blink a few times to process what he had said. "jeong yunho," the man stiffens and turns to you, "...what?" you stared at the man with the angry glare, making him shiver. "sit down right now and eat your food." as if on impulse, yunho's knees buckle and he plops back onto the armchair.

you side-eyed yunho for a few seconds before turning to the camera, with a large grin like you weren't just about to detached yunho's head from his body, "okay atinys, i think we have to cut the live short! have a good day!"

clip 7 — m/n noona revealed!

mingi bounced excitedly as he sat on the chair and waited for his questions, "has there been a time where your members has stood up for you?" mingi's eyes widen as he smiles, "yes!" he answers loudly.

"there was this time during a fansign when i was feeling really sick, m/n hyung noticed and tried to tell the staff but they wouldn't let me leave. i get it, cause they thought it would've been disrespectful and i told him that!

but he got so angry and only told me to take care of myself before he went back to the atinys. afterwards, he yelled and screamed at the managers!" mingi giggled, "it was really funny seeing them all just looking down like toddlers being scolded by their parents. i'm so grateful for m/n hyung!"

the other members including yourself smiles and giggled at the back as wooyoung spoke up, "you mean m/n noona?" you swatted the back of wooyoung's head as he only giggled, "that sounds so good!" mingi turned to look at wooyoung.

"right!?" "m/n noona!" jongho laughed, "m/n noona!" he leaned onto your shoulder as you only huffed, the rest of the members including hongjoong and seonghwa hyung also started calling you that.

clip 8 — fansign massacre!

it was a sunny day when ateez were in la, california for their fansign. hongjoong had asked the managers a few times for them not to do a fansign in such an area since america was a dangerous place as they could get stabbed and shot at any moment. however, the managers persisted.

the members were lined up in their seats in the order of their ages, with m/n squeezed between hongjoong and yunho. the venue was crowded with many atinys waving and screaming the member's names.

as the atinys sat in their designated seats, the fansign started. you were enthusiastic with a happy grin painting your face the entire time at all the pretty girls and boys that dressed up prettily to see you, it made your heart swell with pride.

suddenly, hongjoong leaned into your ear and whispered, "this one's sketchy, watch them closely." you blink in confusion before the next fan shifts in front of you.

you immediately get the memo as the person- you can't even tell the gender as their face was covered up with a mask and hoodie. you force a smile as you tried to bring up some conversation, "so, uh... how long have you been a fan?"

"i'm not," your eyes widen, "how long is each member?" you were shocked as it took you a second to respond, "f-five minutes." afterwards, you and the person only stared at each other before the time ran out.

you suddenly got a feeling in your gut something bad was about to happen. you were constantly turning to yunho who was on your left conversing with said person. why were they being so friendly with yunho only?

"are you alright?" the atiny asked as you brushed some sweat from your forehead and focused back on the fan, but making sure to keep an eye on yunho.

as the timer ran out, the atinys shifted seats again but the person never moved from in front of yunho. you felt your heart rate increased as the person stayed unmoving, the staff were already on high alert of this person after seonghwa's turn.

yunho's eyes widen in fear as the person abruptly pulled out a dagger and stood up, leaning forward to graze yunho. yunho leaned backwards, closing his eyes as yeosang reaching out to stop the person, everything was moving too quickly as m/n instinctively reached out.

yunho cracked his eyes open as he fell backwards onto his butt at the sight in front of him; you holding the dagger with your bare hand, gripping it so hard your veins were visible on your forearm. wooyoung almost threw up at the sight of your blood running down your arm.

everyone around you was panicked including the person as the crowd screamed and pushed around each other, but your face was stern. you stared straight into the person with half-lidded eyes, showing no sign of emotions even though your hand was burning from pain.

no one dared to move, not even the members or managers as you slowly spoke in english, "what," your eyebrows creased, "do you think you're doing?" your grip tightened as the person's grip on the handle loosened, stumbling backwards as he fell.

the staff immediately emerged from the shadows and pinned down the person, making sure to call the police. you violently threw the dagger onto the ground, making everyone jump as you wiped your bloody hand on your white tank top, eyes never leaving the attackers.

you squatted down and pulled their hoodie down, "if i see your face again," grabbing a fistful of their hair, you yanked the person so close your noses almost touched. they yelped in pain and gripped your wrist, "i'll kill you with this damn knife, got it?"

the person began to cry as you shoved their face away, grimacing as the staff dragged the person backstage. the manager came to you with first-aid and asked if you were okay. you brushed them off as you jogged to yunho, who was still sat on the ground.

you cup his cheeks in your hand as you turn his head left and right, "yun! are you okay? are you hurt?" yunho's eyes watered as his bottom lip quivered, "ah- i got blood on your cheek," you pulled your right hand away and wiped the blood with the back of your hand.

yunho stopped your movement and held onto your wrist, pulling his head into your chest as he silently sobbed, mumbling 'sorry's' and 'it's my fault's'. you kissed his head and patted his back, "no, i'm sorry i was a second too late."

©BRRRKDSLEK 2023

[starry-sophrosyne]

@pen--anon had a moment of enlightenment related to that TRAIN fic of yours (god ill never forgive you for that- /j /nsrs) aka the Runaway boys fic

( more under the cut like always bc the damn 2 for 1 starry special never lets me analyze ANYTHING without making it so damn long- /hj )

The obvious two lines that inspired this are so AUGH bc its legitimately just the plot of the fic :

"We are running out time, we are running, we running"

"But you're a killer. And I'm your best friend."

But not only is the first line more about Brent's confliction with staying with Sophist, and his future idea that death might be the only resolute way to fix both his guilt and his desire to stay with him, these two lines both predate the beginning of the fic. The second part of the lyric references the original crime and how they are currently running, and the first part of the lyric regarding them running out of time could either be Brent's inital fear of them getting caught or futher down the line but not to the point of the story, where he starts to believe that their time together is running out as he starts developing this guilty conscience and inability to feel satisfied bc he regrets his current decision.

This song is also really good, but as I kept listening, I thought more about a more toxic/conflicted variation of this au. There's no changes at all conceptually, but instead of them kissing on the moonlit track, Brent and Sophist finds themselves more in conflict and arguing as Brent actually vents his struggles. Sophist finding it incredulous that Brent now has this confliction despite/because of everything they've sacrificed up until now (vs if he had known in the original fic, as he was mostly unaware of Brent's confliction, he might've apologized or something idk that's pen's decision-) which leads into the next lyrics:

"You say I'm changing"

"Sorry I did not stay the same/didn't know I had to stay the same"

"Can we talk about this later?"

"Your voice is driving me, driving me insane"

I've heard this song before, and while I know the lyrics, I've both seen people confuse them for and am personally able to hear "Sorry I did not stay the same".

This alongside the actual lyrics presents two different versions of Brent, now in the present. One is more faithful to (his personality in) the original fic, and when he says "I didn't know I had to stay the same", he's genuinely dismayed that Sophist thinks this about his feelings. He loves him, so for him to not understand his grievances, it pains him. It hurts him so (much), to the point that he genuinely needs to stop having this conversation, and so, he practically begs, "Can we talk about this later?"; his eyes closing in anguish as he all but defeatedly lets it all go at the word: "Your voice is driving me, driving me insane". He needs to leave, get out, for just a moment, just because hearing Sophist right now is making his emotions so volatile and uncontrollably turmoiled that he can't even think straight. He's afraid of what will happen to them and their relationship, which, in the moment, now seems like its on the verge of shattering into pieces, but god knows he loves him too much to loose him, even now. So he prays that Sophist sees the desperation in his eyes and stops talking, because he might actually loose his sanity and the final fragments of his stable mental health if he doesn't.

On the other hand, the other Brent only gets angry from this, angry like he's never had and angry like he never thought he could be towards the man he loves, but he is. And even then, there's two types of his anger. One of them, he bites heavily into the "Sorry I did not stay the same." He's bitter, because it stings just as much to bring it up, to have to defend him conflictions and his morals, that it does to lash out at Sophist, but he still does. He will grit his teeth and hold back his frustration as best as he can, but the pang in his heart in unavoidable. In another way, his voices grows harsher at "Sorry I did not stay the same." His eyes glaze in his fury, pure rage in voice as they darken and become sharp and unforgiving. He's trembling, struggling to hold back his frustration, and it takes every bit of him to reign in his self control.

Either way, he chokes out the words "Can we talk about this later?" It's only when he says "Your voice is driving me, driving me insane" that his frustration starts to leak. He's all but shaking, brows furrowed and eyes squinted, refusing to meet his gaze and instead staring down, gaze like hes reasoning with something, but not quite actually looking at anything. His fingers locked stiffly in a curved position as he fights the urge to clench his hands into fists, but their shaking betrays his efforts. God he's driving him, driving him, and his eyes squeeze shut for just a second as both his hands and his head rise upward. In the same second, they drop, and his frustration explodes outwards in insane, eyes opening as clawed hands clench into fists and follow the motion of his head, white knuckled nail-imprinting pain into his flesh. He is done, he is tired. He can not take it anymore.

[pbaz7]

playing teenage girl by cherry glazerr bc I just know the cute vibes are gonna up im so excited

Paige and Azzi had been best friends since they were teenagers, long before they ever set foot on UConn’s campus

my day ones

Winning a championship at UConn in 2025 was supposed to be their peak but their lives together were just getting started.

manifesting SO hard

Azzi landed with the Washington Mystics that same year, a dream come true for the hometown kid

her hometown reunion❤️‍🩹

For two seasons, they made the distance work.

this doesn't mean they broke up! right...

Requesting a trade and being adamant it was to Washington wasn’t an easy decision

Paige would leave the trenches of Dallas just to see her princess

But none of that mattered to her. Azzi mattered. She always had.

ill cry author pls stop writing them so perfectly

just a little note to let everyone know that if Paige and azzi EVER end up on different teams there will be HELL to pay and I will probably collapse

What do you think is clicking for you right now?”

idk maybe the fact that the girlfriends are back

Paige handled the deep technical breakdowns, always more of a nerd when it came to basketball, while Azzi added lighthearted quips that explained what Paige’s complicated breakdowns meant that drew quiet chuckles from the room.

oh their dynamic💗

“Mommy!”

oh my god please tell me its their kid

their daughter, Aliana

wait author this is such a perfect name for her like I could actually see them naming their daughter this

Her curls were slightly messy, and her big, brown eyes—an exact replica of Azzi’s—were wide with impatience.

her being Azzi's twin means Paige never says no to her and I know that for a fact

Paige, never able to resist her soft spot for her daughter that looked exactly like her wife, sighed quietly. “Come here,” she said, her arms outstretched.

what'd I tell you

Aliana immediately tucked her face into Paige’s neck, her tiny hands gripping her mom’s jersey for comfort.

im gonna cry why is this worse than angst

“Mommy, Mama! You both did so good!” she exclaimed, her tiny hands clutching Azzi’s jersey.

oh aliana you don't know how talented you're gonna be

Azzi smiled down at her, gently correcting, “We played well, sweetheart. But thank you.”

azzi WOULD correct her literal toddler's grammar

“What about Mama? Did you see my block in the second quarter?”

Paige ever the needy one

“Exactly! They tried to say I wasn’t a shot blocker. Can you believe that?.”

paige blockers

Azzi’s arms slid up to wrap around Paige’s neck. Their kiss was slow and lingered for some time as they sighed into each other.

their love is forever I dare someone to tell me otherwise

Aliana’s little voice piped up from the backseat. “Are we going to get ice cream now?”

oh my god she's just a mini azzi

“We’re here, we’re here!” she exclaimed, her face lighting up as she looked out the window.

there goes avoiding the fans

“I said that one time,” Paige replied, rolling her eyes playfully.

I just know azzi teases Paige about every little thing she says even if it was decades ago and irrelevant

“We’d love to, but we’re keeping this one out of fan pictures for now,”

only time I can ever imagine p turning down a picture. she really is the people's person

the teenage boy behind the counter greeted them with wide eyes, clearly recognizing Paige and Azzi.

so famous they've even got teen boys fan girling

As the boy’s gaze lingered on Azzi a little too long, Paige subtly shifted closer to her, sliding her free arm around Azzi’s waist.

Paige is always gonna make sure she Azzi's and her only

ensuring the boy’s eyes couldn’t miss the ring gleaming on her finger.

I can only imagine how HUGE Azzi's rock is

“Everything okay over there?” Paige asked as her gaze flicked to the boy, who quickly snapped back to attention.

Paige please the kid is like 16 he's not trying to steal ur woman

who squealed in delight as Paige handed the boy a $50.

jealous of him and still pays triple what it was worth

“Mama... Mommy,” Aliana said, her voice drawing their attention. Both women turned to look at her, their teasing forgotten.

poor aliana with her freaky parents

“But... I think you love each other more than ice cream.”

stfu. tears just filled my eyes stop.

Aliana beamed, her dimple deepening. “Good! ’Cause I love you both more than ice cream too.”

coming from someone with a three year old cousin this is a really big statement

Paige, already sprawled out on the bed in her pajamas, let out a low, playful whistle. “Well, damn,” she teased, a smirk tugging at her lips.

horny even with a toddler and years later

settling herself over Paige to straddle her hips resting her hands on Paige’s stomach.

watch aliana come in

“Are you tired?” she asked softly.

even if Paige was do you really think she'd say so while ur on top of her

“You always say that,” she mumbled, her lips brushing against Paige’s skin as she continued kissing her neck, “but then you’re not.”

she loves her princess too much what can she say

But just as Azzi reached Paige’s waistband, a small, sleepy voice called out from the other side of the door. “Mama?”

knew it was too good to be true

There was a pause before Aliana’s voice called back, recognizing Azzi’s voice. “No, I want Mama!”

these kids always being messy

“I wanna sleep with you.”

that makes two of you

Aliana, as if on cue, practically threw herself into Paige’s arms, a loud giggle escaping her.

I know Paige sneaks her out in the middle of the day to get ice cream and tells azzi they were running errands

“Mommy was hot,” she replied easily, raising an eyebrow as she climbed back into the bed with them.

in multiple ways I fear

“Goodnight, princess,” Paige whispered, talking to Azzi but kissing Aliana’s forehead.

both of her princesses

“Aliana Bueckers you know better!”

of course she took Paige's name. pazzi as moms is too cute🥹

“No, Mommy!” as if she couldn’t stand the idea of sharing Paige’s attention.

they've already spoiled her so bad im dead

“You need to apologize to Mommy, pretty girl,” Paige said softly, her tone a little more serious.

it's giving "drew Thomas. tone it down. ten levels" from that one ice live

“I need to be gwateful... and use my words…”

why is this so cute like ugh

Azzi and Aliana both looked up, Aliana’s face breaking into a grin. “We coming, Mama!” she giggled.

just their perfect little family

Her small voice was a little jumbled as she started her prayer, mimicking the words Paige had taught her.

oh my god just imagine this little girl walking around saying "give all glory to god" stop it I know Paige is such a good mother to her

Aliana giggled, her tiny hands pushing their faces together. “Kiss!” she demanded with a smile.

aliana baby do you really wanna see that

The kiss started slow, tender, but quickly deepened as Azzi shifted the energy between them. Paige’s lips parted in surprise as Azzi’s hand slid down her back, pulling her closer, the heat of their bodies radiating through the air.

good luck with that one guys having a kid to take care of eliminates any sexy time

Paige turned and practically ran down the stairs, eager to finish what she'd started.

just imagine her sprinting down the stairs im crying laughing

she didn’t hesitate to pull Azzi closer, her hands sliding firmly to her wife’s hips,

wife. stop im tearing up

Paige and Azzi had carved out their own world in that moment just like they promised to always do when they said their vows.

author please.

you really tugged on my heart strings with this one.

you gave me such bad baby fever hello.

just thinking of paige asking that little girl if she could hold her for the picture and rubbing the baby on his stomach after one of the games this season

ilysm and thanks for this it really brightened my day🙂

-🍉

manifesting SO hard

i literally need it so bad

her being Azzi's twin means Paige never says no to her and I know that for a fact

you clocked immediately

im gonna cry why is this worse than angst

omggg how ???

coming from someone with a three year old cousin this is a really big statement

exactly 😭 children are actually insane when it comes to ice cream. no matter what the weather is

it's giving "drew Thomas. tone it down. ten levels" from that one ice live

then him saying “we gotta be quiet” sent me 😭

i’m sorry i didn’t mean to give everybody baby fever tonight 😭

[satancopilotsmytardis]

Idk if you’ve gotten this but maybe mermaids or sirens?

Pairing: ShigaDabi

Content: Quirk Kink, Tentacle Sex, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Dry Orgasm, Wet & Messy, Anal sex, Double Penetration, Triple Penetration, Subspace, Dacryphilia, Praise Kink, Humiliation Kink, I fucked around with octopus biology and might have also given a more eel trait or two to help with lubrication… anyway. Tomura accidentally doses Dabi with a neurotoxin, no ill-effects are had and everyone is fine, but I thought I should warn just in case.

The lieutenants’ meeting wraps up without much fanfare and the former members of the MLA file out swiftly, leaving the lot of them alone in the room. As soon as they are, the others are glancing at each other but it ends up being Compress who decides to try, 

"Uh, Tomura?"

Duster doesn't even look up from the reports that they'd all given to update him on things he's missed while away with the doctor. "What?" And his voice is definitely shorter than it usually is. Doesn't usually have that tone with any of them anymore, not since the earliest days back in Kamino. 

Spinner tries next, "Are you good, man?" And even the gecko sounds nervous and he's usually pretty secure in the fact that he's Tomura's favorite, after himself, so Dabi ends up taking pity on them. 

"He's just cranky because he spent all night waterboarding himself in the bathtub."

And that gets the rest of the League looking at him like he's grown another head and his lover glaring at him. "I was not waterboarding myself." He sets aside the papers and runs a hand through his hair, wearing his gloves today because he really is so tired and cranky that his control might not be perfect. "I awakened a new quirk during the last round of treatments that allows me to breathe underwater." He explains tersely. "However, I only can activate it when I'm close to drowning. I was trying to figure out how to turn it on and off more voluntarily so that it won't interfere with my treatments when I go into suspended animation." 

"So you... spent the night drowning yourself?" 

"Training--"

"Yes." Tomura glares at him. "Cranky." And Dabi is kind of delighting in that. Normally he's the cranky one and Duster delights in teasing him constantly, had definitely been feeling cranky last night when Duster refused to show him his new quirk until he could get it under control, but now he's feeling a little smug. Tomura usually has such meticulous and perfect control, and since this one isn't life threatening, it is kind of funny how annoyed he is about it. 

The others are less amused though and there's a beat as they try to come up with solutions of their own to the problem. "Is it a mutation quirk?"

"Yes, heteromorphic." 

 "Maybe you would be able to use it if you stayed in the water for longer and relaxed?" Compress offers carefully. 

"I tried that." 

"Huh," Spinner sounds like he's got the best grip on this situation given his own quirk, "Maybe it's because the water isn't deep enough, or because the tub is too sterile. Fish don't like being in little tanks, right? Maybe you can't turn without being stressed because your instincts know that isn't safe."

"Oh!" And Toga sounds excited. "What if we took you somewhere with like a big pool?"

"When did this become a group activity?" Tomura sounds more tired than annoyed now, seeming to resign himself to trying whatever the others offer which means he is very, very frustrated with the outcome of last night's activities. 

"We don't have any more meetings this weekend, please?" 

Shig sighs, "Fine." 

Toga is out of her chair like a shot, racing from the room the room in the next second. They all scatter for the time being, seeing to their own work before she inevitably comes back with whatever solution she's come up with. 

It's only a half an hour until she finds each of them, demanding they pack their bags for the weekend. 

///

Ending up at a hot spring resort was not what he expected when Toga had run off, didn't even know the PLF owned a resort like this, let alone could clear it out for a weekend for their use exclusively, but what the fucking hell? His life can't get any weirder. The resort has large public pools as well as, he's happy to note, private ones too attached to the nicest rooms, and of course their simpering lackies gave the Grand Commander the best room, which means Dabi gets the best room too. Duster still looks vaguely exasperated with the entire situation, but he also does want to test their theory about the new quirk so after they've all gotten a tour of the facilities, he breaks away to go to the private pool to see if he can manage the change while the rest of them get into swimsuits and head to some of the co-ed public ones. 

Dabi is pretty fucking sure Toga was just waiting for an excuse to get them all here because she had readily provided them all with bathing suits. He hates the fact that she'd given Twice a speedo, which the other man was embarrassed about in one breath and boasting about in the next, but unfortunately, her amusement had not wavered or shown mercy and it was that or nothing for the blond man. Whatever, it doesn't end up mattering much once they're all submerged in the dark, steaming water, the mineral scent of it floating from the surface and swirling around them. He's very glad that his seams have healed so much with the Doc's treatments and that he hasn't needed to overwork his quirk in a few months, because his seams are fully closed at the moment which means he can actually enjoy soaking in the pools with them. 

They shoot the shit and relax for maybe an hour before Dabi decides to go check on Shig. Just wants to be sure his lover hasn't accidentally boiled the fish parts or drowned himself due to his own stubbornness. The hallways are eerily quiet as he makes his way through them, made for the hushed hum of many guests behind closed doors and for plenty more to be walking through them. But there's none of that now, making the space seem unnaturally still. It sets his nerves slightly on edge as he goes back to their room. He opens the door and doesn't find Shig inside, which means he must be out in the private pool. 

This pool, while nowhere near as expansive as the one he'd left the others in, is still large enough that Dabi guesses that all six of them, and probably a few extras, could fit comfortably inside. Surrounded by bamboo and natural rocks to keep it feeling closed in and secure, it's a nice, quiet oasis-- that his lover is also not in. Dabi's about to start trying to figure out where else he could have gone when he sees the water ripple slightly. Hesitantly he moves over to the side of the water, kneeling down. The water is too deep and dark for him to see through, but Dabi tries anyway for a moment before he dips his hand into the pool up to his wrist. 

"You down there, Shig?" 

There's no reply for a moment. Then there are four fingers trailing lightly over the back of his hand. He flinches slightly, even though he’d been half-expecting it, not being able to see where the touch was coming from is still a little creepy. Gets a gentle, soothing stroke across the back of his knuckles before the fingers curl around his wrist and give a soft, but insistent, tug. Was just supposed to be checking in, maybe bullying Shig to come see the others, but he is curious and if anyone gets to see Duster's new quirk first it should definitely be him. 

So he eases into this pool and the hand retreats. Dabi settles against the edge, waiting for his lover to appear. And he doesn't. 

"Seriously? You're not like a shark or something, are you?" His breath catches in the back of his throat when Tomura's hands wrap around his thighs, spreading them wider as he pushes the leg of his swim trunks higher, before sharp teeth nip at the inside of his thigh. Dabi lets out a little gasp as a shudder runs through him. Expected he would be getting fucked in this pool as soon as Duster figured out his new quirk, but he didn't think it would be so soon. Really must have been the tub being too small if he'd figured it out in an hour. 

Dabi melts against the rocks at his back, spreading his legs a little wider, "Come on, Duster, I want to see." 

Doesn't get to immediately. Instead he gets that mouth pressing kisses to his thighs, up over his stomach, head coming high enough that he can sort of see Tomura's white hair drifting beneath the surface of the water. Really, really not expecting for something slick, smooth, and strong to curl around one of his ankles, slithering upwards along his leg too. Tomura keeps him still, which must mean--

"No, you are not a fucking octopus--!" He lets out an extremely unbecoming squeak as a few more of the thick appendages start to move across his body, two more replacing the hands on his thighs, one wrapping around his waist, and one, Dabi whimpers, curling over the front of his swim trunks and doing something. It's like a rippling, squeezing motion as the appendage presses against him, putting a gentle, teasing pressure all along him from root to tip, extending to around his balls as the tentacle presses even more insistently against his crotch. A strange, good sensation that has his breath leaving him in a harsh pant. 

Dabi fumbles, reaching beneath the water and managing to find Tomura's hair, tangling a hand in the long locks and giving a little tug. Duster obliges him this time, the movements of all his extra limbs going softer as he brings his head above the water and crowds into Dabi's space. His lover's appearance, from what he can see so far, is mostly unchanged, same pale hair and skin, same scars. The only changes he sees immediately are the gills running up the side of his neck, thin slits that are flushed a darker red on the inside, and slightly mottled with black pigmentation along the edges, and his pupils are now rectangular and horizontal across his iris. Doesn't see his sharper teeth until he opens his mouth,  

"And what if I am?" Expression and voice amused and teasing. The tentacles beneath the water stroke, and coil, and curl, moving all across his body, a few of the slick black limbs moving just enough so that the curves of them break the surface of the pool for just long enough for Dabi to catch little flashes of them. Tomura presses in even closer, lips brushing the side of his neck as he murmurs, one hand moving up across his chest as the other curves around the small of his back just above where one of his other appendages is holding him tight. "Would that really make you any less eager for me to touch you, pretty boy?" The tentacle against his crotch shifts and squeezes him again and Dabi lets out another little whimper as his cock starts to harden. 

"Tomura," his voice a breathy whine as his lover drags sharp teeth along the side of his throat. Tightens his grip in his hair, other hand curving over his shoulder because he has a feeling he is absolutely going to need something to hold on to if the tentacle prodding at his waistband is any indication of what's to come. 

"Do you want to stop, firefly?" 

His cheeks go hot. He is pretty fucking sure that he was not this adventurous or this much of a pervert before he started fucking Duster. Unfortunately for his dignity, there's no way he's going to be able to stop thinking bout this possibility if he chickens out now. "Are you going to put me in a schoolgirl outfit and keep fucking me while I cry and beg you to stop?" 

"Mm, didn't bring any of your skirts this time, princess," and Dabi walked right into that, face blushing hotly. "But I can make you cry and beg." The tentacles start to ease his trunks off, the one that had been stroking him though the fabric insistently curling around his naked skin. "Work you over until you can't move, and when the others come looking for us, I'll have to tell them you overheated again so you don't embarrass yourself when you can't stand." Dabi's cock twitches and is then engulfed by the tentacle, coiling completely around his length and pressing up beneath him, muscles tightening in a rhythmic pulse that has him moaning loudly and his hips twitching. Which sends fresh pleasure washing through him as grinding down on the bulge of prehensile muscle puts pressure everywhere he wants it. It has him gasping in an instant, cock completely hardening and any apprehension quickly banished from beneath his skin. "You want that, sweet thing?" 

He nods, pulling at Tomura's hair, getting his lover to press in for a kiss as his trunks slip completely from his legs. Tomura readily kisses him back, mouth as hot and hungry as his own and filled with sharp, sharp teeth that he's pretty fucking sure octopuses don't have, but Dabi won't complain about that if it means he doesn't have a beak elsewhere. Two of the appendages move to cup his ass and curl up over his back, supporting his weight and lifting him so that he's half out of the water, so that he can see the others as two more slither up his thighs. They are definitely slicker than he even thought they were with the water submerging his body, each one goes from nearly as thick around as his thigh to a tapered point of about two fingers. The underside of each lined with suckers. Dabi cries out when the one around his cock twists, shifting to put those along his length and they start to tighten and release in soft flutters that makes it feel like he has a dozen mouths kissing and sucking along his length. 

"Tomura!" 

His lover gives a pleased hum and starts to move that one again, mouth sinking back to his throat as his fingers move to tease at the barbells through his nipples. More tentacles-- he must only have eight, right? How can eight be enough to make it feel like they're sliding over every part of him?-- moving to catch his wrists and hold them tight so that all he can do is writhe as his lover does what he wants to him with his new appendages. 

The one around his cock moves slowly, but insistently, and Dabi watches as a little further down the length of shiny black muscle, it coils and twists, that bulge working up and along the length until it's meeting where the first loop goes around his cock. Thinks his brain might short circuit slightly as that knot smooths out and in its wake there is a thick pool of slick, viscus liquid that spills over the rest of the tentacle and is quickly worked down over his cock so that every slide, suck, and movement against him is so much messier and feels so much better. Fucking, trust Duster to have a new quirk for an hour and already have figured out how to use it for sex. Should have known breathing would only be one step higher on his list than figuring out how to produce his own fucking lube. And Dabi wants to be annoyed about that, he really does, but the problem is that it feels so good that instead of mocking him or bitching, all he's doing is gasping and moaning, rocking back up into every tight, heady stroke of the tentacle around his cock. 

Tomura chuckles against his throat, which must mean he sounds like a desperate whore as he's touched, but he really can't bring himself to care. Must be being loud though because that's usually when his lover pushes fingers into his mouth to muffle his sounds. Doesn't use his fingers today, though. Dabi doesn't even hesitate when the soft black skin rubs against his lower lip, opens his mouth eagerly, and Tomura fills it. The tentacle pushes inside, pushing all the way to the back of his throat roughly enough that it makes even his nearly-dead gag reflex twitch for a second before Dabi is moaning and swallowing. The skin is soft and smooth, filling his mouth completely, the suckers teasing at his tongue like his lover is toying with it, and it tastes... strange. Not bad, not quite like how he expects his Tomura's skin to taste. It has the mineral earthiness of the hot springs that has been a heavy smell in his nose, but there's a different kind of... tang almost. A flavor that he can't quite describe but that has his stretched lips tingling alongside his tongue and every part of his mouth where the tentacle is pressing. Not bad, strange, kind of reminds him of a tingling lube with the coolness of menthol. Numbs his throat and lips just enough for him to not have any qualms about swallowing hard around the appendage until Duster is feeding in another few inches, going deeper into his throat than even his oversized cock usually does, making Dabi's eyes roll back and flutter shut. Oh, he didn't know his throat could feel any fuller than that, but this is good, this is making his head float enough that he's not sure if it's the sensation or the lack of oxygen that's getting to him. 

Tomura fucks the tentacle in and out of his throat very gently as his other myriad limbs stroke every place across his skin that feels good, suckers kissing him everywhere. It doesn't matter that every movement against him is slow, everything is so much, and so overwhelming that it has his cock aching for release. Duster doesn't make him wait though, keeps the movements constant, shifting so one of the larger suckers is positioned directly over his head and suckling at it while more kiss along the length of his piercings, the whole tangle of the limb never stopping its serpentine, undulating movements along his shaft, until--

His moan is completely smothered by the tentacle in his mouth as his hips twitch jerkily in his lover's grasp as his balls draw tight and his orgasm overtakes him. Feels like Tomura drags out the waves of pleasure going through him as all of that sensation doesn't stop throughout it, and by the time he's blinking his eyes back open, he only gets a moment to be embarrassed at how obscene his spend looks seeping out of the tight coil of muscle around his cock, before the one in his mouth is kinking a few inches below where it meets his lips. He whimpers around the appendage when he meets Tomura's eyes as the kink works its way higher, but his lover just murmurs, 

"I know how much you like to swallow, precious, open wide." As if his mouth could be pressed any wider without tearing him open at the seams. But for as sinister as the words sounded, his lover doesn't force that bulge past his lips, instead just pressing the puddle of slick to his mouth. Fat drops fall down his chin and splash against his chest, but more of it does sneak past his teeth and Dabi sucks and swallows, the fluid thicker and more viscus than any cum he's ever had in his mouth and settling in his stomach with the same tingling sensation as was pressing all along his mouth. When he swallows everything that actually made it to his lips, Duster coos softly at him, pulling the limb from his mouth and gathering him close as he presses kisses to his cheek and temple. "Good boy. Do you still want me to make you cry, baby?" Strokes his hair softly, eyes so sweet and adoring on him. Makes him feel even better and more floaty in the wake of his orgasm. 

His tongue feels a little numb, but he manages a nod. Tomura presses another kiss to his cheek before he's moving them through the water. He has enough limbs that he quickly enough has a few of the thick fluffy towels laid out over the carved stones that lead to the lip of the pool, and then he uses his too many limbs to coax Dabi back against those too, lifting himself out of the water once he's settled on his back dazedly. Tomura's body is mostly the same across his torso, though there is another set of gills cut across his sides. The real changes start where his belly button used to be, the skin transitioning into black and staying solid to where the top of his pelvis is before changing into the branching, too many tentacles that are all over him again once he's settled. Two pushing his legs wide, one still playing with his soft, oversensitive cock, another stroking at his seams, his hands running over his skin as well. It's overwhelming and when he tries to reach for Tomura, his wrists are easily bound and pressed back against the ground. Wants him helpless today and for the first time in a long time Dabi feels it as his lover brings one of the tentacles between his legs and starts to prod at his hole. 

He lets out a shaky breath as it teases and toys, slick, but not as wet as his fingers usually are-- at least, not at first. Dabi watches as he squeezes the muscles of that tentacle around themselves again, gathering more of his slick and pressing a thick glob of it against his hole, enough that it's dripping down his skin and making him squirm a little as his face goes hotter. The slick makes his hole tingly and sensitive like it did his throat and Dabi can't bite back the little moan that slips out as even just the very tip of the tentacle breaches his rim and pushes a little inside him too. It's smooth and tapered, the suction cups soft enough that all they offer is a slight bumpy texture as Tomura teases him open. He works slowly, eyes dark with his lust, and dragging over every part of him. Loves to work him up, and to make him fall apart over and over again. 

He toys and teases at his hole until Dabi is whining and moaning, his cock starting to harden again, and his hips trying to twitch back on the appendage to get it deeper. But as soon as he makes that movement, Dabi knows it was a mistake. Because Tomura's eyes spark, a smile curling slowly over his lips. It's such a pretty smile, soft and sweet. It's the kind of smile that would make anyone else doubt he's a villain. But Dabi knows that smile. Knows its soft, and affectionate, and filled with his joy because he's about to take some fresh sadistic pleasure from his body. He whimpers and that's all the sign that Sir needs before he's pressing the tentacle in, and in, and in. 

His hole stretches around it, the taper and viscosity of the slick making it much easier for him to feed it inside of his body. His muscles stretch open around it as it goes deeper, the base much wider than Tomura's cock, and so much longer. He thinks Sir gives him three or four more inches than he usually gets, and that is so deep that Dabi doesn't think he could push any further without carving open a spot all for himself inside of his insides. And he doesn't start to thrust the appendage when he does eventually figure out how to breathe and not tense. Realizes Sir must have wanted him to cum before so he would be too relaxed to be nervous or think about the fact that Tomura probably doesn't have a dick in this form. Maybe. He doesn't know what octopus biology is like. Those thoughts are delirious and fleeting as they flit across his mind, lost quickly enough when Tomura starts to undulate and twist the tentacle inside of him. He feels his hole flutter around him as his insides try to clench down on him as pleasure sparks across his nerves, his cock hardening the rest of the way. Tomura must feel that against him, draws the one inside him out just an inch or two before pushing it so deeply inside again and rubbing more. 

Dabi is panting and moaning constantly as his lover sets a rhythm to his movements that slowly has less and less of the tentacle returning to push along his insides on each slow, writhing thrust. Makes him feel so much emptier than when they started and soon enough he's trying to rock his hips back to make him give him more. Forgot the lesson he just learned about trying to get more that Tomura was ready to give him, and is punished for it when the tentacle draws all the way out until only the very tip is rubbing circles around his hole again. 

"Not enough, baby boy? You could have just said that you need more in your greedy hole. You know I'll give you anything you want, sweetheart." Knows he's in over his head when there's a second tip pushing against his rim then, and a fresh pulse of slick over and inside his stretched hole. A high wine fills his head as Tomura starts to press both inside, does it even more slowly, slick gushing inside of him and against him to ease the way as he goes, but he pushes them in, and in, and in, until they hit that spot inside of him again where they can't push any further. It takes a really long time for Dabi to realize that whining is coming from him. Takes even longer to notice that his cock hurts because it's so sensitive and softening rapidly in the wake of his second orgasm he didn't even notice approaching, body so lost in the sensation of being this full for the first time in his life, that the pleasure came and went with only the aftershocks making an impression. Tomura keeps his cock encased in his warm, tight muscles, wet from the pool, his slick, and Dabi's cum, but he doesn't torture him, doesn't stroke him or suck at him. Warms his cock the same way Dabi likes to do for him on occasion. 

He works the two tentacles inside him even slower and more carefully than he did the first, and Dabi can only lay there, lost in the sensation as his lover touches him everywhere else too as he presses kisses to his cheeks and lips, and strokes his hair. 

"You're doing such a good job, precious. You're taking me so deep, so proud of you, baby boy." 

Dabi embarrasses himself by mewling, his insides trembling at the words. Always wants to be good for Sir. Wants to make Tomura proud. 

"Do you think you can do even better? Do you want to take my cock too, firefly?" 

He whimpers, thought that Sir might not have his cock in this form. Doesn't know how he could possibly take anything else, he's so full already but... but he wants to be good. Wants to make sure that Tomura feels good too. His whole body is shaking but he still manages a little nod. Tomura gives him a soft kiss. 

"You know what to do if it's too much?" Another little nod, "Show me." And even with his wrists held in place, he can still snap his fingers. "Perfect, sweetheart." Then his focus shifts, the tentacles pulling slowly out of him, but the tips are more insistent around his rim, keeping him open, stretched. Dabi's face goes so hot when he feels how far he's spread and how the cooler air feels against his gaping hole as the tips of his tentacles tease him and keep him open. 

He expects to get Tomura's cock, doesn't expect a new tentacle to come slithering out from beneath the tangle of the others, this one stark white and shaped a little differently than the others, the suckers starting a few inches down from the almost spoon-like spaded head. But it's just as mobile as the others as it crawls up his thigh as the two that were already inside him ooze a little more of their slick into and around his hole, before Sir's cock is pressing inside. Dabi moans, voice raw with the sound, as Tomura immediately pushes in and reaches, crooking to rub against his prostate, the strange shape of his had almost cupping it as it rubs and presses and makes his whole body loose and tingly with fresh pleasure. 

Only gets that for a few strokes before the tips of both the other tentacles are sneaking in alongside his cock. Pull out almost all the way each time, but they do push in a little further each time they re-enter him, and soon Dabi is whimpering and trying not to squirm, as he becomes so full that he's surprised there's even room for air in his lungs. He has never been this full before. Pressure across every single nerve ending inside his hole, at his stretched rim, warm, slick, tight pressure around his cock. It's all so much. It's too much. Dabi doesn't know how he can even survive every sensation that is wracking his body. 

"Fuck, you feel so good baby," Tomura's praise makes him float even higher. "Didn't know you could be any cuter, but you're so pretty all blissed out of your mind. Have I finally found something that's enough for my needy size queen?" 

"Sir," his voice is so thin, and it was so hard to even get just that one word out of him, that Dabi doesn't even bother to try for another. 

"Stuffed you so full, haven't I?" Rhetorical, as he starts to move the members inside of him. Dabi's vision bursts with black and spots of white as that whining starts again. But if it was rhetorical, why is one of the other tentacles lifting his wrist from the stones. Tomura catches his hand with one of his own and brings it to his lower stomach, "There, precious, can you feel that?" 

Dabi's brain short-circuits. He has a flat stomach, never been able to put on much weight with his quirk, hadn't noticed anything strange before, but he can feel it now. That there's a pressure here too. Can't feel the tentacles moving from the outside, can't see them. But he's so full that just putting his hand here is such a strong sensation of added pressure that it has his breath catching in the back of his throat. Tomura chooses that moment to press a sucker to his prostate, and his breath breaks on the hitch of a sob. Oh. Tomura promised to make him cry. The tears fall fat and heavy as new pleasure overwhelms his body. He sobs and moans as Sir fucks him so slowly, and strangely, on his new appendages, the one around his cock squeezing and coaxing until he's hard again even though his body doesn't feel like it has anything else to give. 

"Oh, firefly, you feel so good," Tomura moans softly against his neck, the tentacles around his limbs tightening as he starts to move a little faster. Dabi's insides twitch and flutter around him, his muscles liquid from how stretched they gone. "Fuck, baby," and he laces together some of their fingers where he's holding Dabi's hand against his stomach. Dabi has no idea how long Tomura has even been inside of him, but he knows that, knows that means that he's close and there's no way that he'll be able to take any more. 

No sound comes out of him even as his mouth opens around a keen when Tomura starts to cum. His insides are even fuller, even wetter, as he does, because he's cumming in the same thick spurts as he was able to gather his slick. And he doesn't stop, Even his lover seems a little surprised, making a soft sound in the back of his throat as he rubs his tentacles inside of him as he keeps cumming. When they both realize that he's still got the same control over his cock as he did before even as he pumps Dabi fuller and fuller. He keeps moving them the way he was before, each one only serving to send more and more of his cum pouring out of Dabi's stretched, puffy hole. 

He thinks he might completely lose his mind then, just floats so high as his lover keeps using his body, that he can't even tell up from down, that he doesn't even know when Tomura stops cumming. All he knows when his other hand eventually touches his cheek and that he's so sticky with his bloody tears. Dabi blinks deliriously up at him and Sir's eyes are so warm, and a little alien with their strange pupils. 

"There you are, darling, thought you passed out for a bit." He might have, he really, really might have because the sky past Tomura's shoulder seems darker than it did when he first laid him down. 

The tentacle around his cock tightens and strokes him again, the suckers starting to toy with his ladder and Dabi manages to cry out then. Makes everything more when that also has him tightening his muscles, which tells him he is still full and soaked around the appendages inside him. He shakes his head desperately, tongue too heavy to find his words. 

"You can do it, sweetheart, just one more time for me." Words gentle and encouraging as the coils shift so that he can stroke along Dabi's cock like he would with his hand. Lets him see his flushed head peeking through the coils as he moves and moves, Tomura's cock shifting so that the strange head can cup his prostate again and rub and stroke there too. Dabi feels more of his cum ooze out of his hole and whimpers. Those warm eyes spark a little, and Tomura smiles that dangerous smile again. The two other tentacles draw a little further back too, making the stretch a little less, "Won't it feel so good to just let go, baby boy?" And then Tomura presses their joined hands a little harder against his lower abdomen. 

Dabi doesn't know if he's ever felt more humiliated than he does at the way he moans when the external pressure has Sir's cum pouring out of him, so wet that he feels it absolutely soaking his thighs, the towel, making a puddle beneath him and it still doesn't stop. He gives another hard sob as his cock twitches, somehow his body betraying him even more when his orgasm washes through him again, but is dry. Barely manages a single drop of cum and Tomura coos at him. 

"Oh, precious," Before leaning in to kiss him and lick away the blood on his cheeks as he pulls his tentacles all the way out of him and pushes a little harder on his stomach. 

Dabi might actually pass out as the cum spills out of his gaping hole. 

///

Absolutely fucking passed out, he realizes when he wakes up an unknown amount of time later clean, dressed in his pajamas, and tucked into the lavish too-big bed. His stomach twists a little, his mouth feels dry, and his limbs are very heavy, but not hurting. Might not be hurting though because Dabi's practically numb from the hips to his knees. Feels the echoes of an ache, like how it does when he has Tomura fuck him with his cock and a strap at the same time, but the tentacles were a lot more than that. He should really be hurting more he thinks. He tries to push himself up a little and he immediately hears movement in the dim room. 

"There you are, firefly." Tomura sits on the edge of the bed, turning the lamp light up to a higher setting. "How are you feeling?" 

His throat is thick and a little raw, "Like you fucked me six ways from Sunday. Fuck, what time is it?" 

"Late, baby." Tomura reaches for a pill bottle and a glass of water by the nightstand. Dabi doesn't need to be told, takes the offered pills and gulps down the water. Duster refills the glass for him and when Dabi has finished that one and set it aside he catches his lover's sleeve and pulls at him. Tomura doesn't protest, climbing into bed with him and wrapping him up in his arms. Dabi tucks his face against his chest, still exhausted. "Did such a good job pretty boy, so perfect for me, so proud of you." Words pressed to the crown of his head alongside soft kisses as Tomura strokes along his back. Turns him back into a puddle immediately. "Love you so much, firefly." 

"Love you," but his words are slurred and sleepy already. Barely manages to stay awake long enough to realize that his lover's libs are back to normal before he's out again. 

///

He is, decidedly, a lot more sore when he wakes up the next morning. 

"Yeah, the neurotoxin must have worn off, here, you can have another dose of pain killers." 

"Neurotoxin?" 

"It's just a mild one, Ujiko tested it, I didn't think it did anything unless it was more concentrated, but you said you couldn't feel your lips last night." He doesn't even remember that conversation. Doesn't know if he's ever been that high in his subspace. "Do you feel alright otherwise?" 

He considers, "Yeah, I'm fine, Shig." Though his stomach protests with a loud growl. Makes his lover smile at him indulgently, and Dabi flicks him off. "Shut up." 

But they put on their robes and slippers and go to the private dining room that they were told would be set up for the League's use. He does not limp, no matter what that smug look his lover keeps giving him might say. They can hear the others through the door and they are all very pleasant when they greet them. Small talk, food, some work stuff, and Toga demanding that Tomura show them his new quirk if he's gotten it working. Shig agrees easily enough, and by the time they're done eating, have put their bathing suits back on, and reconvened back at the co-ed pool, Dabi is feeling mostly normal, though he's still a little sore and definitely not ever going to be able to look at takoyaki the same way again. 

Tomura gets into the pool and disappears beneath the water for a moment. When his head pops back out of the water he's blinking, his pupils horizontal once more and the gills on his neck twitching, opening wide before he gives one soft cough before he's turning his attention back to them. He moves a few of the tentacles out of the water and Dabi doesn't think he or Tomura were expecting for Twice, Toga, and Spinner to all burst into laughter. 

"Oh my fucking god, you were right! How did you know?" Toga is wheezing she's laughing so hard.

Spinner is trying to gasp for breath as he chokes out, "Only blow us off for sex. It either it worked and made them insanely horny or it didn't and sex was the consolation prize." 

"But tentacles? How scandalous!" 

"What other sea creature do you think Dabi would fuck?"

"I am going to burn you alive!" Means it too, his hands lighting up as he lunges for them, his face burning with his shame. Barely gets a step towards them though before slick coils of tentacles are catching him around his legs and his middle. And then gravity is gone as he's pulled from his feet. The hot spring water rushes over him as Tomura pulls him into the pool, dragging him in close so that his back is locked against the other man's chest, holding him in place with an arm as his extra limbs dart out to catch Toga, Twice, and Spinner before they can run out of his range. He drags the three of them in as well, making three loud splashes.

Dabi swears that he hears Compress mutter, "Children," as he gets into the pool more leisurely. He doesn't give a shit about being mature, he has a lizard to drown.  

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[forsaken-headcanons]

WAIT PHOSPHORUS MENTION ON THIS BLOG??? i hate that stupid fish man (pos) i need him out right now.... anyways headcannons time!

-phosphorus like gardening, (this is canon) i feel like his favorite flower would be corpse flowers. but like. he doesnt have any so his second favorite would he something simple like lily of the valley or something.

-i feel like he would NOT get along with anyone. him and 1x would hate eachother..... maybe in like a "i want to kill you" eachother way maybe in a gay way, maybe both. who knows. they sure dont.

-john doe is basically like a dog, hes just following what hes been ordered to do by the spectre. he also just.... doesnt have the cognitive function to realize what hes doing and stop, because of his like virus and stuff. jane also has a bit of the virus but shes been able to get that under control and it now just acts as more of a like chronic illness for her.

-i saw the DID shedletsky post so i present, system 1x1. i dont know what type of plurality they would have but ill figure that out.

-the spectre kinda sees forsaken as like... playing with toys and stuff..... idk.

-forsaken is a kind of.... afterlife? purgatory even. noone really did anything to deserve being put into a purgatory besides maybe like 007n7 because of the hacking and stuff. but yeah, theyre basically in purgatory.

-chimera 1x and c00lkidd. maybe 1x had some part in c00lkidds creation, maybe he didnt. they wont ever tell. c00lkidd does feel some form of connection to them though, so he usually sticks around 1x. they find this annoying, but they also just suck it up and deal with it because even though c00lkidd is annoying at times hes just a kid so they should be nice.

-twotime is like a cryptid to the other survivors. they barely are seen inbetween rounds and when they do they leave as soon as they appear.

-007n7 feels like hes not worthy of heals, he wont ask elliot for any, hell avoid buildermans dispensers, refuse dusekkars offers of a sheild or a boost, and he always gives the medkits he finds away to people he think "deserves it more" even though hes on lower health.

-elliot bottles his emotions up untill he cant anymore. any bad emotions he feels he stuffs inside himself until the dam breaks and all of them flood out in one giant burst. this has happened a few times before and he always isolates himself from the others after this, scared that the others hate him now. -this has resulted in chance getting beaten up once because he was being annoying.

-elliot doesnt actively hate 007n7 anymore, yes he dislikes him but he doesnt hate him as much as the other thinks. elliot makes sure to learn what 007n7 likes and doesnt like food-wise. he wants to try and forgive him for what hes done and eventually become friends with the guy but 007n7 feels like he doesnt deserve his forgiveness.

-dusekkar and guest 1337 (guest 666 too) are both mute. dusekkar (somehow) communicates telepathically, the reason why they dont talk is because their head is a pumpkin and if they tried it would probably not go well. guest is mute because hes... well.... a guest. he uses sign language, probably asl but maybe there could be a specific robloxia version of sign language. i dont know.

-builderman is (suprisingly) the most mentally-well out of the cast. twotime is.... twotime. elliot as see above. guest just went through a war. shedletsky is shedletsky. 007n7 has immense guilt and borderline child loss. i just feel like dusekkar is not the mosr stable. chance gambles..... and noob probably has some form of anxiety and/or paranoia disorder.

-1x1x1x1 is SHORT. like barely taller than c00lkidd short. i feel like heights in order would go:

c00lkidd, noob, 1x1x1x1, elliot, twotime, chance, 007n7, guest, jason, dusekkar, shedletsky, builderman, john doe, guest 666

Best regards, anon^4

Many interesting ones here. I'm not sure why I haven't thought of guests being mute in Forsaken before. It's a very good idea.

[tmicouture]

Sword Catcher thoughts/theories

I really enjoyed this book, wasn’t sure I was going to read it until it came out and decided to give it a try. Being a big fan of Cassandra Clare’s Shadowhunter books I wasn’t sure how I would like reading a different world from her but it was so well written and the characters really draw you in and I’m invested now lol and already needing the second book!

Now I’ve got some thoughts or theories on some stuff that left me with ??? 🤔 (spoilers below)

There is some mystery with the King. And before I get to my possible theory, maybe someone can refresh my memory but I can’t remember if they specifically said if Jolivet (being the captain of the arrow squadron) was the kings sword catcher or not? The tradition with the sword Catcher wasn’t new with Kel and Connor, it was a Malgasi tradition that the king grew up in. It was mentioned that once Connor married and had his own kid, Kel would then lead the squadron and eventually have to find a new sword catcher for the new prince and basically the tradition continues. But if that’s the case wouldn’t that mean jolivet was the kings sword catcher? Again maybe I missed it and they had mentioned it but I can’t remember top of my head, but if they didnt, that leaves the mystery of who the kings sword Cather was which then leads to my theory…..

The king is apparently mad/ill but later on in the book he has this great strength that isn’t normal which makes me wonder how? What if he isn’t the original king? What if the entire time he was the kings sword catcher having never taken off the talisman and it could have had an affect on him driving him a little mad and giving him some side effects (weird strength).

It crossed my mind when towards the end of the book Connor left that note and Kel had to be him at the party to save face. With all the mystery around what happened with the king especially with Fausten…

Anyways random but a guess

Also does anyone else think Jerrod is Kel’s friend from the orphanage? Idk something about him seeing kel’s face and not killing him gave me the thought even though later on when asked about it he just gives another excuse. Plus he has a part of his face hidden so maybe Kel wouldn’t be able to see if it possibly could have been him, idk I feel like characters being someone different then who they were is a feeling a lot of people have with this book having seen some theories others have had on who the ragpicker king is or beck

[caffeiiine]

OK HI SODA HI HI HI I HAD IDEAS FOR THE V3 REWRITE THAT I WANT TO SHARE (IDK IF U WANTED TO SEE THE GENIUS IDEA FOR THE REWRITE WITH THE OC BUT ILL SEND THIS AND THEN IF U WANNA SEE JUS TELL ME) ANYWAY !!!

ok i dont acgtually have too much but!! but but but i do have some ideas right

as of rn ive got two survivors (korekiyo, kokichi), a potential mastermind (miu?), chapter 3's first victim (kirumi), chapter 3's second blackened (korekiyo), and chapter 5's victim (rantaro). idk if this is good or not biut like !!!! ebehebh !!!!

miu being the mastermind is something i had for my own rewrite like with my oc but also i really like the idea, we could also have her do something with kiibo at some point like install a virus on him or wtvr that would make him kill someone? because she operates on him in the game anyway so having her do so and then have that fall into place later but like not give him time to say somethingabout it is really fun to me

kirumi i dont really have a reason for her being the first victim other than im a sucker for kirukiyo and i think he'd be pretty distressed that she died (im being very self indulgent here but we can change this if u want to, idk ur opinions on kirukiyo so !!! its up to u), we could also do something where the murders happened at almost the exact same time so he could have saved her if he had just been somewhere instead of trying to kill someone for his sister to have another "friend" in the afterlife

kokichi i want to live because i love him. end of explanation

rantaro i wanted to die at some point but not at the start, in part bc i love him but also because i think itd be really interesting if he was killed in ch 5 instead of kokichi because he has a lot of importance too, right? so i think a killing with him could be just as good, he could have helped the killer because he wanted them to try to find out the mastermind during his trial or something idk. still in speculation but i think it would be cool

as for like, protagonists and stuff, i have zero idea, but !!!!!! i think it would be super mega awesome to have both kaede and shuichi survive but also that is like not possible because kaede's death made shuichi actually be able to be good and smart at things and not feel bad IDK WE CAN FIGURE THIS OUT AT SOME POINT BUT HERES MY IDEAS SORRY THIS IS A LOT OF PARAGRAPHS

starting out i’m gonna be all over the place with this <33

first off: THE KIRUKIYO ISEA IS SO COOL THO honestly i never thought of that ship, and im not a huge shipper myself outside of bsd so im super neutral about most ships <33 so yeah!!!! we can ahve kirukiyo!!!! i like that!!!! :3 <- since you asked about my opinion on it

ALSO ARE YOU IN MY HEAD OR SOMETHING. MIU MASTERMIND!!! MIU MASTERMIND!!! or if not a mastermind, then in the very least a killer. i can’t tell you how many times i’ve ranted to my rl friends about how miu should’ve gotten to kill somebody. like ik in canon she was supposed to be the killer for 4 but that got swapped last minute but SHE SHOULDVE BEEN ALLOWED TO KILL SOMEBDIY and yes yes yes yes yes she should do something with kiibo that’d be very fun

YOURE SO CORRDCT ON RANTARO BTW his character generally suffers from the fact he was killed off way at the beginning, and ugshdh he could have done. so much. if he was left alive a little longer. i’ve said this before but that’s a common issue just in general with the type of game danganronpa is especially with the writers not adjusting the arcs for their allotted time which causes me PAIN. yeah leave him alive for longer for sure. and oooo i like rantaro, i think he could go either way being a killer or victim. especially if at the end of it all no matter how it goes down, hes wrong. whether he kills the wrong person, or if he’s caught in the middle of a planned murder and happens to be collateral damage/the mistaken victim while he’s trying to go after the mastermind and either way their only lead to the mastermind is now just gone

one of the things i do really like about v3 despite all my criticisms against it, is the fake-out protagonist. i’m not saying we have kaede die again or shuichi goes in her place, but i think it’d be cool to include something like that with one of the cast members? maybe kaito? idk im throwing things at the wall rn but basically im trying to figure out a way to have a character haunt the narrative like kaede did

yeah i ahev no clue about protags either yet, we can always just figure that out down the line sometime🎉🎉🎉

also side note but i propose to throw out the real fiction plotline or whatever it was called that v3 went down in the game, thoughts?

also also second unrelated side note: do we have to keep the 3 survivors? not like the literal characters, just the number. like obviously we wont have everyone survive, but idk let’s not confine ourselves to a number yet

for my input regarding cases: in no particular order/killer - ryoma -> victim/survivor ; himiko -> killer/victim [i think it’d be cool to have her as a killer but i’m not sure how she’d even go about it or even why] ; tenko -> victim ; tsumugi -> killer [i think her execution would be super interesting] aaaand i ahve yet to think about the rest

inout regarding survivors: idk i really want angie to survive and i am shooting you with shinounaga found family propaganda

anyways!!! give your opinion!!! sorry this took me forever to type!!!!!

[fabdante]

For the DMC reboot:

This might work better before they took down Mundus, and of course the twins would have to know one another better for this to actually work, but:

Dante switching places with Vergil for a day or two because Reasons and being shocked and probably more than a little envious of the sheer contrast. Not even just in how much more money Vergil has than him (tho Dante IS jealous of that; Vergil shows Dante how much he makes and how much Vergil has in his bank account and Dante's brain just kinda stops working for a few seconds, trying to process how big the numbers are), but in how people treat Dante-as-Vergil, compared to how they treat Dante-as-himself. Because yeah, some of it is down to the way Dante acts when he's being himself, and Dante knows this (he just doesn't really know how to be anything different/better, or if its even worth the effort- or if he'll even live long enough for it to matter)... but that's not ALL it is.

The money and status Vergil has helps, that's true, but even just. Being able to walk into a fucking room, say what (you're pretending) your name is, and not have demons or demon collaborators drag you into Limbo or have people otherwise hate and fear you as some monster, and/or treat you like they can tell you're "worthless gutter trash" just by looking at you is... Something. It sure is something.

Idk. I just think it'd be a fun concept to play around with. Especially if Vergil made himself look like Dante and spent the day (or week- however long this takes) running around fighting demons and dodging demon collaborators and probably living in shitty hotels or sleeping on the streets (if he really had to), too, just to really sell whatever ruse they're trying to pull here.

Hopefully this would bring the twins closer together, but I could see it causing problems between the two, too. Which hopefully they could work out, but still. Idk, I just think it'd be Neat.

Side note: They'd probably have to switch swords to make it REALLY convincing, so that could be fun too.

I do think the idea of the twins swapping would be interesting and possibly quite silly!! And it'd give them insight to each others lives!

However I don't know how convincing they'd be asdfghjk they are identical twins in the reboot as far but Kat would 100 percent figure this out immediately upon seeing one of them, which in itself is also very funny asdfghjkl like, beyond the fact Vergil in the reboot is just so insanely pale and Dante is not, it'd take so much work for them to get each others mannerisms down and they might be able to fool others at the Order but definitely not Kat. I can see her walking in on Dante pretending to be Vergil and just immediately like 'ok, where is Vergil, what are you two doing?' to which Dante is going to try and salvage this and fail spectacularly because Kat is not buying his Vergil act, especially now that he's talking asdfghjk I love this concept. I tend to imagine they all didn't leave the Order much at the Dante stage of the plan, but they'd definitely be more convincing around strangers then in the Order.

Flip side of this is also I can see Dante suggesting this for funsies and Vergil just absolutely declining, he does not want to live in Dante's life asdfghjk he is not built to be around dirt he will cry.

If he were to take him up on it though and had to live parts of Dante's life, I definitely think he'd be woefully ill prepared for that. Which might bring him a little more understanding as to why Dante is the way he is, but I do think it might further Dante's resentment towards Vergil because he is definitely just very jealous of how easy Vergil's life has been this whole time.

I also propose a funny alternative: which is Dante wandering around the Order pretending to be Vergil while Vergil is unaware as part snooping mission (he's trying to figure out information on the Order and his brother and Kat and if he can trust any of this) and part just for funsies to see what happens. Some of the newer members are buying it, none of the older ones are, he went on a caper to steal Vergil's clothes from his closet and everything, he acquired a wig, eventually Kat and Vergil catch wind of this and it ends with Dante, in full Vergil cosplay, in Vergil's office while Kat and Vergil are just like ???

[jemmo]

his man 2 ep 8 and 9 thoughts!!!! I started ranting bc a lot happened and I didn’t cover everything (ill rewatch later with my mom and sister) so ill put it under a read more, but tl;dr

POETIC CINEMA ^^^^^^^^^

there is…. so much to unpack. but let me start of with YES and YES. yes to everything about sungho and junsung’s date, and yes to everything about minsung and hyungjun’s date. and having them sandwich the date between yonghee and seonwoo shows me even more how different the vibe and interactions are, bc yonghee and seonwoo together had like this melancholy… idk how else to describe it, maybe bc seonwoo planned for this to be with sungho, but he just felt emotionally removed. I get that he might’ve felt unexpectedly weird bringing someone to where he works and those worlds clashing, but even after, it leaves me with a bad taste that yonghee was so forward and sharing and honest and when he tried to ask seonwoo something he couldn’t get a solid answer in return. the whole point of these two dating was to determine whether there was something there, and still seonwoo can’t give him anything to be certain about. and just when I felt like yonghee could start to look elsewhere, he’s tied down to these unanswered questions bc of the possibility there is something there. we’ve made no progress, and it’s frustrating.

and completely 180 to that… god. i could gush about that sungho and junsung date forever. it’s the way it felt both comfortable and familiar but also new and exciting, like they were the same people they’ve always been and didn’t let the pressure that this is a proper date effect their behaviour, and instead just let it feel exciting, let it take it’s course and see what happens, and i love that. i love that they could take nonsense and bicker and also talk about more serious things and there was never any tension. and just the closeness, the ease in each others presence, not even doing anything, just going to eat and chat and walk by the beach, like they don’t need an activity to bring them together or break the ice bc they’re past that. god it just felt so electric and soothing and I don’t know how that’s possible but I adored every second. and i cannot believe they then left us on the cliffhanger of what that voicemail is and then gave us that preview bc I don’t want to think about all the other mess, pls just let me be happy for now.

and sticking on being happy for now, minsung and hyungjun. minsung and hyungjunnnnnnnnn god it’s happening all over again. he may not be showing it as boldly as junsung did to sungho, but I know that hyungjun is down for minsung just as bad. the way he watches him and just smiles and is so endeared, god it’s sickening to watch people in love. but again, their date was so comfortable, the way you could see hyungjun trying so hard to do everything he wanted and express himself properly after being misunderstood before, and minsung being able to mess with him and tease him, like I can see them both endearing themselves to each other so well, it’s so good. and don’t even talk to me about them dozing off, don’t even talk about the list, don’t even talk about the dumb couple rings, it’s just too much I could scream. and I love love LOVE how minsung approached hyungjun after agreeing to hyungjin after refusing him, hyungjun worrying about the situation and him just saying just give me a yes or no, as to say don’t worry about others, that’s my stuff to deal with, but I’m making this decision so just respond to that, like… how good is that. minsung i adore you.

as for hyungjin and jungwook… sigh. a lot happened but i almost can’t bring myself to talk about it. the date was lovely, but the whole time my heart was breaking thinking that jungwook had planned this for yonghee, after that first date and them talking about dogs, like he really wanted to further that connection, it meant something to him, and that breaks me. and it breaks me that this misunderstanding muddies the comfort and encouragement he felt from hyungjin bc it clearly moved him, even though there’s no affection. I do appreciate hyungjin for wanting to clear that up and not have jungwook misunderstand his intent, but I just think the way hyungjin approached it, and approaches things generally, he can come off very serious mostly bc I think he does like to have things resolved, he doesn’t want to have these worries lingering, but jungwook is very chill, and I don’t think he’s offended at all by hyungjin clearing up that there’s no affection bc I don’t think he felt that either. it was very clear to him that this was friendly, so that being verbalised I don’t think hurt him, but for hyungjin to say he wouldn’t have gone on the date after the fact, I can see how that would hurt jungwook after sharing so much. it did feel like hyungjin was stepping in to something much more intimate that he wasn’t prepared for, and like he was experiencing something he shouldn’t be, like it wasn’t for him, but in the face of jungwook doing that anyway and sharing himself, yes clear up that it wasn’t with affection, but don’t then backtrack. I get that he doesn’t want to take it back and their meaning does get lost when they talk, he’s saying he wouldn’t have gone bc he didn’t want to create a situation that can be misunderstood. the mission card says invite a crush and by inviting him, that implies something so he’s saying I wouldn’t have gone with you bc I don’t feel that way. there’s good intent there, and I don’t think it is that deep, I just hope it doesn’t leave either of them feeling bad.

and finally, god I can’t believe I have to wait 2 full weeks to hear all these voicemails, but the ones we did get… wow. i was expecting hyungjin’s voicemail to be for either seonwoo or yonghee, and while I would’ve preferred yonghee bc I want someone to say those exact words to him, stop waiting around and explore other options, im also kinda glad it was for seonwoo, if only bc I want other people to play on his mind and keep him away from sungho, but then he does call him so I guess not. i mean… it’s pure opinion at this point, and I want seonwoo to keep away bc I like sungho with junsung so much, but I can’t exactly sit and complain that he’s sticking to him if he has genuine feelings, it just maddens me that I can never know what’s going on in sungho’s mind. I just know that when I hear that full voicemail of sungho to junsung next week I might cry. i mean… you’ve waited a long time??? god you know how to destroy both me and junsung. I’m just so glad junsung is actually getting these things now tho, that he has something to have faith and strength in that this isn’t all pointless. and the yonghee voicemail… I just adore him, and I can’t help feel like all his charm is wasted on seonwoo bc he is just so lovely, and I’m glad he is finding meaning and comfort in other relationships, and I’m so glad seonwoo didn’t get a voicemail from him bc it sends this ever so subtle message of he won’t go after you forever. those feelings can only be unwavering up to a point. look and sungho and junsung. idk if junsung would’ve given up if he got notbing back, but the fact he is getting signals in return gives him the faith to keep going. if seonwoo continues to not reciprocate in a meaningful way, I just need him to know that yonghee will not be there forever, and I hope that not getting a voicemail tells him that.

[evildoombringer]

hi nakamura (i'm. not entirely sure which name you prefer to go by,,)

i. don't really know, personally, the depths of hurt that came from min leaving can't claim either. to understand what your going through right now

you both seem really close. it was always funny, to  read ur asks that you'd send i remember reading the "happy morning" one you sent and it had like this image of a smiling kid for some reason, for like a solid 5 months i just thought "oh cool, so that's what they look like:0" before i looked back and thought, "huh wait. they always added (very funny,  mind you) meme/pics to their asks. was that pic a meme too-?" and only then did i realize lmao

looking back on his responses, i can almost hear the amused tone or, however min would react. lol it was nice to see him talking to people who cared about him

im. not really sure what to say, without coming off as like.. pretentious.? but. if i can just assume for one second, from the asks they'd answer of yours, to everything i hear about min from all the people who know him, i. i. assume he really cared for you, and. i assume you cared for him as much.,

i dont. know your situation, at all. min had. already made up his mind when i even found his blog. so, just. i hope you'll be able to make a decision, you'll be. happy with

the future could get better. it could get worse i can't really see which one it'll be. i don't understand how close you and min were, at all but know. you arent alone im not sure, if you need to. understand or know someone to be there for them,but from the looks of it, min was. never really alone if he had you. so,i hope you also know your not alone there'are people here for you

im sorry. this is probably, meaningless to you in hindsight i just. yeah. in the end, whatever you choose is your decision but. your not alone im sorry if this comes off as assuming.  please. feel free to ignore this ask, if it oversteps in anyway or is just uncomfortable. i know sometimes one might just want- to vent and let it all out and the to have that acknowledged or responsded to might be. uncomfortable i. hope i didnt come off that way

but .yeah,

nice to. meet you by thw way. O(∩w∩)O (im sorry the kaomoji is so out of place jhsjsh i just remembered that one ask u sent hh)

hi custard

it hurts that he's gone, obviously, and i just haven't been on Tumblr for a minute, so seeing everything again is having a terrible effect on my psyche (ill live though haha). im just super weird about him and i realize that uhh nobody really knows that. but I'm super . . weird about him and uhhh yeah and um i regret everything lol

im surprised you thought i was a young chinese boy :sob: but. i understand how you could make that.... mistake.....

did you know the :smile: :sob: thing is a discord reference? :sob: is 😭 and :grimace: is 😬. if you're on a phone and u type the emoji out it should probably pop up, and the same thing happened on discord so he. um would do that when posting on Tumblr too out of habit, and i guess it eventually became a Min-Pal staple haha

and yeah he definitely cares about me, and im mad at him because he cares about me and left me his emails and shit to take care of and he did that because he knew im. weird and needed more than old messages and tumblr posts and i . m glad he did do all that and i love having some stuff to hold onto like his Spotify but. it's just upsetting i guess, since you know, id rather have him.

its really funny seeing how other people view him, to me, at least, i guess since i got to see not just him being bad-pathetic but him bad-bad in general (and I'm not going to explain further than this, as i, despite claiming to find it funny, am happier than not that he died with a t least a somewhat positive. Uh. Perception.)

idk I'm not like, a great persoj, and i did Just let him die instead of going to unimaginable lengths. and I regret that everyday, but he was so steadfast. he just didn't care anymore , and he had me to talk to but it was like he didn't care about trying (because once he decided he'd died, what really mattered past that?) Ssorry this is all so congested and contradictory and I make no sense

and, id love to believe you when you say stuff like "you're not alone" but it's terrible because I really am. like it's out of personal fault, but even the people I feel as though I could go to for help, I coukdnt bring myself to,, not when it's anything Too serious,, not to mention the fact I just got dumped because he said I was 'unhealthy' (after 10 months of reassuring me that its ok if I am cuz he'll help... but that's. A whole different thing and has nothing to do with min and I'm just bitter and bringing him up out of.... bitterness.)

and im glad u left the ask mikey i really am

idk it's just kinda sweet. now I feel more like angel and saki..... Auuuhhuhhh

i don't know what to do in any regard currently though so I think I'm just gonna continue mourning something that's been gone for a year now. Someone. and being bitter and upset, and reminiscing and trying his memory into music I like (and emailing my bf. [not considering him an ex] [email cuz he blocked my number] obsessively until he decides to take me back)

[hospitalterrorizer]

diary457

12/26-27/24

thursday - friday

very long night,

we left the house at 4, now we're finally getting to relax / be out of a social situation 12 hours later, but the last couple hours were basically cheating, my gf and her bestie / one of her besties were sitting on the couch watching instagram reels. it was rather nice, she was pretty sad about dumping this guy it feels like, or not sad, just complicated and weird, because she's so not used to this whole thing.

however we started the day in the house normal, and were walking around chinatown for a bit before her friends got there, we got boba before and it was like... she did a funny surprise, the place was this chain doing an omori collab, which is very funny to me. i'm not a hater of that game, i played it expecting to hate it, and then i ended up liking it, it charmed me somehow, i think it had just about everything going against it but it won out. it was cute, the milk tea was good but i think the milk made me feel ill, before i started feeling ill, we went to this cute stuff store basically, i found this miku who is making a face like every time you are held captive in a conversation with a guy:

there was also like a little artist alley type deal in that store, which was cute, too much sonny angel trash in there though. i've come to hate those stupid babies. and the green smiski cunts. fuck them.

then we walked to the shanghai plaza area of chinatown, and went into a skincare/makeup store (i suppose i ought to say 'beauty store' instead?), my gf got some makeup and stuff, she just decided to order the skincare off amazon though better prices, mostly. sometimes i feel bad, when she buys stuff, i feel like i wish i wanted more or something or like i should want something so i don't feel stupid being there, or like, i don't know. isn't that stupid? it's pointless and best to not waste money aimlessly. the effect though, is that i feel bad, and want something and don't know what i want, and also i guess i'm worried about running out of stuff we need, and that fear stems from things re: self image and fear of not being able to 'maintain' my face as if it's going to fall apart over night. but i do sometimes think that way, like a curse is going to come for me, bad karma and sin is going to wash over me and make me ugly and expose how evil my soul is or something. some kind of dorian grey deal. or is it gray? no matter, in that store we also saw some other stuff, they sell really excessive japanese sex toys in there, not just like, abstract holes or vibrators, but now like, one is supposed to be a face / mouth / head you throatfuck? and then there are the couple anime girl fake vaginas, it's rather scary, that they're just out, people walk in not knowing that's there... i imagine kids must see them. it's very very strange. the other things were these:

this second my melody has to be the best rendition of her ever... good packaging...

then we walked around more, went into miniso which is a store i basically hate and i started to feel sick in there, and then i had to leave and go sit on a roof and wait to not feel really sick, like i'd puke or something. that went away and her friends slowly started to show up, except one but he showed up late cuz he woke up late and stuff, which was a little sad. we ate at a japanese curry place, it wasn't my favorite really... i've had better curry + katsu elsewhere, but it's nice as an option i suppose? idk. it's fine. i think i was disappointed because i was waiting all day for that... i wanted it to be super good. instead it was just fine.

then we walked around some more, her friend showed up late, her friend who is back from shanghai for a bit just talked about her recent woes and stuff, and stories with her friends. some of my gf's friends have some things they say/do that bother me... like when they hear people do drugs or something they're so shocked, or, i know the guy my gf's friend was with blows, i don't really like him, but him being unemployed is treated so... it frustrates me, it just bites idk, it's an unpleasant way to deal w/ people i think. they're very nice though, i shouldn't give such a shit.

then we went for icecream, i didn't get any because i thought i'd be home sooner and eat some of the pie we have left but we got home really late, because her friends decided to sit in the icecream place for like... 2... 3?? hours?? and it was basically okay but i felt like i was falling asleep and by 11 we left to go home, her friend and her talked a while here, which was nice, she's very good to talk with/ joke around with. we got this dumb huggy wuggy thing from a gacha on the way to la, when we last took a trip there. it was really funny to see so i felt like we had to get it. she kept playing with it, fidgeting with it, in a way that made her seem very nervous or sad. hopefully that dissipates.

here's something odd i saw while out, a man overspraying perfume on himself in his car, to go out i suppose, or maybe to cover something up for his wife? i guess now i think, what if he's cheating, and masking another woman's smell? or maybe he's masking something else, for anyone else, or he really might have been trying to go out... or masking the smell of cigs... anything... could be anything.

when she left i had her hold a cig because it was funny, she looked like a small detective holding it, because of the jacket she was wearing. she dresses very cool, sometimes.

anyhow, here are some photos i took of myself today, i really liked the outfit, kind of strange but cute:

here is a song:

not a lot done, i got a tiny thing written in the notes app though, for something much longer.

what else... idk. tomorrow i will go back to sitting inside all the time and probably not seeing people a lot, it's sort of nice to have all this right now, wish we could all hang out more but the holidays being over will also make seeing some other people easier, my friend will come over and watch me play games soon probably, and we'll just talk about whatever. that's something to look forward to. oh, my gf's friends talked about starting a minecraft server... worried about that. i imagine they'll decide it's not worth the hassle. i don't know why i'm worried. i guess like, what if i like it too much, or something. sometimes i feel so dumb when i play videogames. unless it's like a good one, which really just means it's good in the ways i need things to be good, which makes me kind of a psycho.

oh well,

that's basically it,

so,

byebye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[quackywastaken]

.

[w0nnielov3]

enha hyung line - calling them another members name

layla's note

hehe ,, someone suggested this so here I am :p (these are kinda long ,, and i got carried away with jakes ...heh)

warning!!: lowercase intended ,, curse word (one) ,, not proofread :)

Heeseung

heeseungs is in the middle of playing video games with the younger members when he hears you shout from the kitchen "hey jay- heeseung...sorry- can you come to look at this." he doesn't realize the slip up at first as he makes his way towards the kitchen. once he reached you it fully registers what you just said: "did you just confuse me for jay?" doesn’t really take it to heart since he knows you and jay have been hanging out quite a lot lately since you both found out that you had a common interest in cooking. apologizing about the minor slip up you quickly show him what you got him from the art store. "I got you this,, and jay said you might like it a lot." okay so maybe heeseung did take it a little bit to heart ...you hung out with jay way too much. "you've been hanging out with jay a lot ...you should hang out with me I mean I am idk YOUR boyfriend, now I want you to think of doings and reflect on them, and thank you for the gift ill put it up on our wall." taking the gift you got him he kissed you on the cheek and walked back to your shared room with a little grin on his face as he saw your startled look before leaving.

Jay

you and jay are currently shopping for his family ,, they invited you guys over and you wanted to get them the best gifts in the world. "okay so sung- JAY- heh ...what do you think your grandmother would like?" hearing his members name slip out your mouth he quickly shot his head up and looked straight at you in confusion. trying to play it cool you looked around at the clothing that was hanging on the wall. he helped you pick something out for your grandmother without uttering a word about your slip up ...that was before you guys exit the store that he turned towards you; "stop hanging around sunghoon so much , you somehow manage to mix our names up ..which I'd like to say aren't even close to similar , nor do we look alike." he then held your hand and walked towards the food court like he didn't just scold you for mixing his name with his members. even though jay wouldn't admit it he would be a littleeeeeee jealous at the name mix up but not too much because he knows your his and vise versa.

Jake

"niki !!" snapping his head up jake looked around to see if he would spot his member too who you just called out to. before it hit him ...you guys aren't in Korea why would his member be there? looking towards you as you walked his way, he replied ...or questioned: "yess?" he was a little lost on why you called out the younger boy instead of him. he tried to brush it off as a mistake but ...the names aren't even similar? but you have been hanging around niki a lot recently so maybe that's why? but you haven't seen niki in a week so that doesn- "Jake!!" snapping out of his little daze he blinked at you. "yeah?" he looked over at his dog, layla, who was now sitting next to you playing with a toy bunny you got her at a dog store before leaving Korea. "you dazed off ,, what's wrong?" he thought for a second thinking on either or not to confess his feelings. thinking it through he couldn't really lie to you since he knows you will be able to see right through him. "why did you call niki's name and not mine? is it because you've been hanging out with him a lot? It would be odd since you haven't seen him in a week? is he bett-" you cut him off by tackling him into a bear hug with layla joining into the hug right after ..even though she just jumped on top of you guys. you laugh at Jake's rambling. "Jake you're saying nonsense ...niki is like my brother and i said his name on purpose to see your reactions ,, I'm sorry love." will only accept your apology if you give him a dozen kisses.

Sunghoon

At the ice skating rank with sunghoon you’d randomly come up with the idea of miss calling your boyfriend. "sunoo come help me please." probably doesn't realize you said someone else's name instead of his ,, you guys were in an empty skating rink ...why would you be speaking to someone who isn't him? He made his way towards you unbothered while helping you back on the ice making sure to hold both your hands securely to make sure you don't fall. It doesn't hit Sunghoon till maybe ten minutes later that you called him by his members' name. "wait .. why did you call me sunoo?" is kind of confused at your actions but just lets it slide while he continues to glide on the ice still holding onto your hands. after a few ,, he probably notices your disappointed face after you said it was a mistake and you didn't mean to call him someone else's name ,, which more than likely made him realize you said his members' names on purpose and not because it was an accident ...you were very close to sunoo but why would you ever mess their names up? sunghoon wouldn't believe such bafoonery. "you did that on purpose right?" will probably let your hands go and skate away from you once you nod your head at his question ,, "good luck not busting your ass." ...he was joking he returned in less than two minutes because quote on quote "your hands might get cold ...and next time you forget ,, im sunghoon the one and only love of your life."

© w0nnielov3

[megsironthrone]

Shy

Based on this request: Could you write something with Oberyn? idk something along the lines of you being a Lannister and usually being brave and outspoken, but everytime Oberyn is close by, the reader just gets like really shy, and Oberyn is like teasing them. ^_^

Here you are! *Familiar Characters are NOT mine!*

Warnings: Slight angst, Surprise kiss??(consent is hot, people!), Oberyn is a warning all on his own.

Pairings/Characters: Oberyn Martell x Lannister!reader, Oberyn x Ellaria

Like most Lannisters, you had no trouble letting your opinions be heard. You were outspoken and headstrong to a fault. Every bit the Lannister lion. That is until he came into your life. Oberyn Martell was the only person in the world that could turn you into a shy, stuttering mess. And he knew it too! He never missed an opportunity to point it out.

"Such a proud lion brought to silence by the Dornish viper? I never thought I would see the day, Flower," he teased you, earning a laugh from Ellaria and a half-hearted glare from you. In truth, you couldn't help but clam up around him. His whole demeanor just oozed sensuality and power. You were drawn to it, but were powerless to actually do anything about it. Your tongue simply wouldn't work around him.

Oberyn was a lot of things. Brazen, crass, and handsome. He could have anyone in his bed in a matter of minutes if he wanted to. You knew that. You wanted to be like that. To be so bold as to tell the gorgeous man that you wanted him. You wanted him in your life more than anything at this point. But your family raised you differently (though Tyrion was the exception to that). Maybe that was why you were actually so shy around Oberyn.

Something else Oberyn was, was observant. He noticed how your face would light up when he entered the room. How you would open and close your mouth several times before summoning up the courage to talk to him. He saw the way your pupils dilated when you were close to him and how you seemed to gravitate to him even though you couldn't speak very much. Oberyn hated to be the reason anyone was ill-at-ease, especially someone he admired the way he did you.

Oberyn asked Ellaria to give the two of you a moment and he dismissed Baelish's employees. They all left, leaving only you and Oberyn. "Something is troubling you," he stated, "Have I offended you, Flower?" You looked into his eyes and shook your head. "You could never," you whispered. He smiled before reaching over to take one of your hands in his.

"Tell me what troubles you, my Y/N." You blinked in surprise. Oberyn had to hold back a chuckle at the effect his words had on you. "I think I may-that is, I think I might-" you couldn't get the words out and you groaned. Oberyn took a step closer. He hooked your chin with his fingers, making you look at him. "What is it?" he asked quietly. You surprised him for a brief second when, in a moment of uncharacteristic boldness, you leaned in and kiss him.

Before Oberyn could respond, you pulled back with a soft noise. "I'm sorry," you said and then? You were gone. Oberyn hardly registered the fact that you were no longer right in front of him. It wasn't even the fact that you'd kissed him. It was the intimacy of the kiss that had thrown him. He'd shared many kisses in his life with many people, but none had felt as soft and pure as the one you'd just bestowed upon him.

So why were you apologizing? Was it the fact that you kissed him without asking first? That could be it, but he'd often told you how much he'd wanted to kiss you. Perhaps you'd thought he had been teasing. Or maybe you were angry with yourself for feeling anything for him at all. Oberyn didn't know, but now that he'd felt your lips once, he wanted to feel them again.

His brain took about 20 seconds to catch up before he was on his feet, desperate to catch you before you left the brothel for good. Lucky for him, you didn't move quickly as to not draw attention to yourself. Oberyn was able to catch up and gently grip your wrist.

"Wait, please Flower," he asked. You turned back to him and he could see tears forming in your eyes. "Come with me, please?" Not wanting people to think he'd hurt you, you nodded. He lead you back to his empty room and poured you a goblet of the Dornish wine he'd brought with him to King's Landing. "I'm sorry," you said again, "I shouldn't have-" Oberyn gently soothed you. "You've nothing to apologize for, Y/N. Nothing at all. I am unaccustomed to you being bold. Your gesture was not at all unwanted, though I appreciate your consideration of my feelings on the matter. I know it is important to you. I have wanted to kiss you for weeks now. I thought I'd made that clear."

For moment, you simply stared at him. Oberyn was a notorious flirt after all. How did you know he wasn't teasing you now? "What happens now then?" you finally asked. Oberyn's grin grew. "Whatever you want. I can take you to bed, we can leave King's Landing together, or you can tell me to leave you alone and you'll never see me again. I leave the choice to you, Beloved."

"And what of Ellaria?" Oberyn chuckled. Of course you would be considering everyone else's feelings above your own in this. "For a moment, forget about her. If she were not in my life, what would you want without hesitation?" he asked. You bit your lip but replied that you would want him to take you away from King's Landing.

"Does that change when you picture Ellaria?" You shook your head immediately. While you didn't harbor the romantic feelings for Ellaria that Oberyn did (at least not at the time), you knew you couldn't destroy another person's happiness. You weren't like the rest of your family that put their needs and desires above others. "Then there is no problem, my love. Ellaria knows who I am. She knows that I love her, but that I have room in my heart to love more than just her. If you wish for me to end my relationship with her, I shall. You have been forced into unhappiness for too long and I wish for you to see joy in life."

Once more, you shook your head. "I-I think I can accept that you will be with both of us. But only us. And I do not wish anyone to come between you two anymore than I want Ellaria or anyone else to come between you and I." Oberyn drew closer to you and slowly wrapped his arms around your waist.

"I can agree to that. And if Ellaria cannot, then she is not the woman I thought she was. I love you and I want your happiness, just as I wish for hers. You are the only two people who matter to me besides my children. Nothing will change that." It was your turn to smile shyly and Oberyn laughed softly as he rested his forehead against yours.

(a/n: I hope this is what you were looking for!)

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