#but then i can’t start the project immediately upon getting everything

[bog-horse]

so like. i want to make a giant xstitch project for my barn owner/trainer/unintentional therapist, who has known me since i was a child and who i love very much

but it involves a huge monetary investment because i have to buy cloth, floss, floss organizers, and a brand new frame situation, so i’m looking at like, $230 total for the whole shebang

and i’m trying to decide if i should split it up and buy the frame and such now separately while it’s all on sale during february, and then get the actual xstitch stuff later when i have more money, or if i should just do it all at once and say fuck it

ETA: i ordered everything all at once!! ^^; decided to just say fuck it and get all of it so i can start on it when it gets here instead of having a scroll frame laying around doing nothing for ????? time

[holyblonded]

teenage dream | stargirl

pairings: alexia putellas x teen!reader, olga rios x teen!reader

summary: your birthdays always left a bitter taste in your mouth

warnings: mentions of deadbeat parent, mention of neglectful and verbal abusive parent

notes: i feel like this isn’t long enough but i enjoyed writing it 👻

Your hand blindly reaches for the nightstand, fingers fumbling until they finally find the alarm and silence its relentless ringing. You let out a slow, heavy sigh, staring up at the ceiling as the quiet settles around you like a weight.

The thought lingers, unwelcome, like an itch you can’t quite scratch. You don’t hate it, not exactly, but something about it has never sat right with you. The way people look at you differently, how they expect you to be excited, how they project their own joy onto you as if you should feel the same. It makes your skin prickle.

Your feet hit the cold floor, the chill grounding you as you push yourself upright. The movements are automatic, muscle memory taking over. You pad into the bathroom, flipping the light on with a dull click. The harsh glow does nothing to wake you. The rhythmic motion of your hand brushing your teeth pulls you into a trance, the bristles scraping against enamel, the taste of mint sharp on your tongue. You rinse and splash water onto your face, but it does little to shake off the heaviness clinging to you.

Mechanically, you pull on your sweats, tugging the fabric into place before making your way toward the kitchen. The familiar scent of pancakes drifts through the air, accompanied by the distant hum of music. Then confetti rained upon you. Tiny, colorful pieces rain down on you, catching in your hair, clinging to your clothes. Your shoulders tense immediately.

“Happy birthday, mi amor!” Olga’s voice is bright and full of warmth as she pulls you into a hug, her arms wrapping around you tightly. Before you can react, Alexia follows, enclosing you both in her embrace.

You stiffen. Your body doesn’t quite know how to respond. The weight of them against you, the warmth of their affection, it should be comforting. It is comforting, in theory. But in this moment, it feels suffocating.

Your smile is tight, barely there, as you force yourself to mumble, “Thanks, guys.”

The words feel foreign on your tongue. Your heartbeat drums uncomfortably in your ears. You don’t understand why this kind of attention unsettles you so much, but it does.

You don’t like birthdays. You don’t like the way they make you feel like you’re supposed to be someone else. But most of all, you don’t like the way they remind you of everything you’ve lost.

By the time you arrive at Eli’s house, she’s already outside, standing on the steps with her arms wide open. The second you step out of the car, she swoops in, her hands cradling your face as she peppers rapid-fire kisses on your cheeks.

“Feliz cumpleaños, mi niña!” she exclaims, her voice full of warmth and excitement. The joy radiating from her is almost overwhelming.

You let out a soft laugh, though it’s mostly for show. “Gracias, Eli.”

Before you can fully pull away, another voice chimes in from the doorway.

“Mami, por Dios, let the poor girl breathe.”

Alba leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, a smirk playing on her lips. “You’d think she’s your actual kid the way you’re attacking her.”

Eli scoffs but finally releases you, though not before giving your cheek one final affectionate squeeze. “She is my kid. My granddaughter,” she says firmly, as if daring anyone to argue otherwise.

Alba just rolls her eyes, but there’s amusement in her expression. “Come on, cumpleañera, let’s get inside before she starts crying about how fast you’re growing up.”

You follow them in, grateful for the shift in attention, but the moment you step through the door, you feel it, the air is charged with anticipation. The house is too quiet, too still, and for a split second, your stomach twists with unease.

“SURPRISE!”

The lights flick on, and a chorus of voices erupts around you.

Your entire team is there, along with your closest friends, their faces alight with excitement. Balloons hang from the ceiling, a massive banner stretches across the wall with FELIZ CUMPLEAÑOS, ESTRELLA! scrawled in bold letters, and confetti, more confetti, rains down again.

Your body reacts before your mind does. A smile spreads across your face, bright and effortless, it’s perfect. You hear yourself laugh, you let your eyes widen in mock astonishment, you play the part flawlessly.

You thank them, let them pull you into hugs, allow the celebration to happen around you while keeping yourself just distant enough. You accept the cake, listen to the off-key singing, pose for pictures when someone shoves a camera in your face. It’s a script you know well, one you’ve had to perfect over the years.

But Alexia is watching you.

She hasn’t said much, hasn’t been swept up in the whirlwind of excitement like the others. Instead, she stands a little off to the side, arms crossed, sharp eyes trained on you with an expression that makes your skin prickle.

You know that look. It’s the one she gets when she’s reading between the lines, peeling back layers you thought you had carefully hidden.

You meet her gaze for only a second before looking away. You keep smiling. Keep playing the part.

But Alexia isn’t fooled.

The laughter and music fade as you slip through the back door, stepping into the cool night air. The moment the door clicks shut behind you, a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding escapes your lips.

You sink down onto the porch steps, resting your elbows on your knees, staring out into the quiet darkness. The distant hum of the party still lingers, muffled by the walls, but out here, it’s just you. Just silence. Just space to breathe.

You barely hear the door open again, but the soft sound of footsteps approaching tells you exactly who it is before she even sits down beside you.

Alexia doesn’t speak right away. She just sits there, arms resting on her thighs, gazing out at the same empty street you are. She’s never been one to force words out of you. She waits. Lets you come to her in your own time.

You exhale through your nose, fiddling with the hem of your sleeve. “I never really celebrated my birthday when I was a kid.”

Alexia doesn’t react with surprise. She just tilts her head slightly, listening.

You swallow, eyes fixed on the ground. “My mom never made a big deal out of it. Or—” you hesitate, pressing your lips together, before sighing, “—more like, she always ruined it. I guess that was her present.”

A lump forms in your throat, but you push past it. “Most times she never remembered, or she acted like she didn’t. The last birthday I spent with her… she was wasted before noon. I remember sitting there, waiting, hoping maybe this time she’d be different. But she just looked at me, really looked at me, and said she hated me.”

Alexia’s posture stiffens beside you, but she doesn’t interrupt.

“She said she hated me because I looked exactly like my father.” Your voice is quieter now, nearly lost to the wind. “Then she passed out, and that was that.”

You shake your head, blinking up at the sky. “I don’t even know why birthdays still get to me. It’s not like I expect anything different. But every year, I just—” You swallow hard. “I just spend the day wondering where my dad is. If he even remembers I exist. Why I wasn’t important to him, why I wasn’t enough to make him stay.”

Silence settles between you, heavy yet comforting in its own way. Then Alexia shifts, her shoulder bumping against yours.

“You don’t have to worry about that anymore,” she says softly, her voice steady, unwavering. “You don’t have to hold onto that pain. You don’t have to carry it alone.”

Something in your chest tightens, your vision blurring just slightly.

“I know it doesn’t change what happened,” Alexia continues, turning to look at you, her eyes full of something so achingly warm it makes your breath hitch. “But you have us now. You have a family. A real one.”

You nod, not trusting yourself to speak, and Alexia doesn’t push. She just stays there, solid and steady beside you, like she always is.

Then the door creaks open again, and Olga steps out, wrapping her arms around herself against the cold.

She doesn’t say anything at first. Just takes one look at the two of you sitting there, the weight of the moment still lingering, and without hesitation, she drops down behind you, throwing her arms around both of you.

She squeezes tight, resting her chin on your shoulder. “You better not be crying without me.”

A startled laugh bubbles up in your chest, and suddenly, the weight doesn’t feel so suffocating anymore.

Alexia lets out a quiet chuckle, shaking her head. “Dios mío, Olga.”

“What? It’s a family hug,” Olga says matter-of-factly, hugging you both even tighter.

And for the first time that night, warmth blooms in your chest. Because for once, it doesn’t feel like you’re alone on your birthday.

[mejaemin]

200 - lee minhyung

wc: 1.2k

summary: mark cannot lose you, so in a desperate effort to let you know, he does so in the way he knows best

warnings: fighting, they make up dw, i mentioned a crude joke towards woman being made but it was never explicitly said

an: what did i eat today that made me to a triple upload ?!?! and none of those three were pre written ?!?! crazy.. but anyway here’s my first (solo) work for markle sparkle !!! lowkey i prefer the minhyung version of 200 over the regular.. but anyway pls enjoy this !!! also tysm to @viasdreams for helping me come up with an idea for what the argument should be about 😙😙 ly queen

listen 🎧! : 200 - minhyung’s version

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mark is so done.

it’s been about a week since “the incident”, and a week of going through extreme withdrawals and torture on his end from being shut out. within your circle of friends and quite a few people outside of it, your “argument” has become quite a popular topic amongst the people.

it’s honestly very petty of you, but you can’t help it. your whole situation just doesn’t sit right with you. for reference, you were hanging out with mark and his friends last week, nothing new. it started when his one friend started making sexual jokes, and of course it’s gross but boys will be boys, so you chose to distract yourself in your phone rather than torture yourself with listening to that nonsense.

the real problem arose when said jokes started turning strange, almost feeling objectifying towards women. it was quite uncomfortable to have to sit in the middle of a conversation, but thankfully you didn’t need much incentive to leave when mark started laughing along with the group. you immediately snapped your head around to look at him, giving him a look, and you could tell that was all you needed to do because he was immediately leaning towards you, but you paid him no mind and just left.

he was following behind you, and you ignored him all the way until you were halfway down the block. he grabbed your wrist, and maybe your hormones were a little off balance because you did make it out to be a little more than it should have been, but you turned around and snapped at him. in public, standing in the middle of the sidewalk, you and mark had an argument about why it was so inappropriate for him to laugh at such crude jokes. of course, in the heat of the moment it went nowhere, and ended with him driving you home (he drove you to the hangout, and despite being angry he still didn’t want you walking) in silence.

as soon as you got home, you bid him a very upset goodbye before sitting in your frustration. you managed to calm down, able to admit that you were a little harsh on him, but upon remembering the fact that he just couldn’t get why you were upset made you upset all over again. thus, you got heated all over again and decided to block mark on everything until you were able to be calm about things again (that was an excuse, and the real reason you did that was just to be petty).

the next few days he tried contacting you many times, even through other people, and you completely ignored it. at some point you did start feeling bad, but you were already too deep into it to go back now. so, you kept on, even going to the length of ignoring him when you saw each other on campus. he truly looked like a kicked puppy, well, as far as you could tell without making direct eye contact, and it sucked, but you kept walking. he had yet to admit he was in the wrong, and maybe you both were, especially you for not letting him admit it, but oh well.

after about a week and a half of avoiding your boyfriend, you’re laying on your couch, alone, scrolling through your phone when you get a notification from one of mark’s friends. the text doesn’t say much, simply a pair of eyeball emojis followed by a screenshot of mark’s profile on spotify.

he’s a music major, and you’re aware of the fact that he sometimes posts his projects on spotify or other platforms.. however, this time is a little different. the numbers on his account are way larger than they were the last time you checked, and there’s a whole other album added onto it. immediately you’re going to your own app to look at his profile, and you see that it’s for real. the numbers next to all his songs have changed from under a thousand to ten times that, and there’s an ep with five songs under the ‘latest release’ section.

immediately disregarding whatever grudge you were holding, you play it. the first song, titled 200, begins with the quiet strumming of an acoustic guitar, and you hook it up to your speaker to really feel it. he starts with his vocals, and your heart picks up. despite being more involved with rap, you always told mark you loved his vocals. you always asked him to do more songs with them, because to you they sounded godsent. it seems that after all this time, he’s finally decided to listen. there’s no doubt in your mind that he’s talking to you, the lyrics full of love and mentions of little things that have always been staples in your relationship. it’s really the cutest, and your heart hurts at the fact that you’re ignoring him while he releases a song all about your relationship while simultaneously reaching a notable point in his career.

immediately grabbing your things, you get into your car and make your way to mark’s apartment. on the way, you unblock him on everything and send him an apology message before driving to him, as close to the speed limit as you could. he tries calling you, but you ignore it in favor of the fact that his apartment is close and you’re already almost there. on the way you listened to the rest of his ep, and all the songs are including the same things, all about love with one of them even including an apology with him nearly pleading for you to come back to him.

as soon as you get to his door, you unlock it with the spare key he gave you and let yourself in. he’s in the kitchen, his back facing you, and you waste no time in running up to him and closing him in your arms.

“oh my god, markie, i’m so sorry..” you squeeze him tight in your embrace, and although he’s startled and more than a little upset, he turns around and returns the favor.

“it’s alright, babe, come sit.” he pries you off of him, leading you to the couch where he sits down with you, keeping an arm around your shoulder.

“i heard your songs and i just, i’m sorry. i feel really stupid, and i shouldn’t have ignored you, and i really hope you can forgive me.” you ramble, saying anything and everything to help explain just how terrible you felt.

his thumb rubs reassuring circles into your shoulder as he turns his head to face you completely. “it’s okay, baby, i forgive you. and i’m sorry too, i was being immature and there was nothing funny about what he said.”

you nod, feeling a little more relieved, yet still very stupid now that you saw how easy everything was discussed. “so… we’re okay?” you ask, eyes meeting his with an unsure look.

he turns his body to face you fully, using one hand to hold your face and lean in to kiss you. “of course. let’s not do that again though, okay? i was on the verge of death, bro, i swear.”

seeing how quickly he returned to normal, you giggle, nodding as you lean back into his arms. “of course, mark, it was torture for me too. now.. you seriously made five songs about me in the span of a week and a half all because of this?” you tease, and that’s how you spend the rest of the night, celebrating his success and loving each other like the way he says in his music.

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[badkitty3000]

Do you have any head cannons of five as a dad? Like just any head cannons how he would behave but also like how that would change him being in the bedroom (like stamina, pace, etc…)!

Yeah, I might have a few *proceeds to furiously write 1.7k words*

I love writing Five as a dad! He's such a strong character that loves his family, so I can see him being a very hands-on, engaged father. I like to think that throughout most of his life he never would have thought having a family of his own would ever be possible, so that if he did become a dad, it would be the best feeling for him. He would want to give his kid everything he never had, which is a solid family life, and unconditional love. 😭❤️

Warnings: A little mention of sex under "pregnancy" and then the very end section labeled "sex" is smut and sappiness

Five Dad Headcanons

Pregnancy: Five is going to be over the moon excited when he learns you are pregnant with his child. Then, he’s going to become the most annoying person on the planet. He will remind you daily to take your vitamins and make sure you eat healthy and remain active. He will be the one reading all of the pregnancy and parenting books, glancing up every so often to tell you some fact he’s just learned and then making a little note in the margin to refer back to at a later time. He will go out of his way to make sure you’re comfortable and safe, to the point of going overboard and insisting he go with you everywhere. What if you go into premature labor at the grocery store and he’s not there? He better go along. Same goes with all doctor’s appointments. He needs a chance to ask the doctor about a few of his concerns that he read about in the most recent 'OBGYN Journal' article. Your car will be equipped with the safest damn car seat money can buy, and will be installed during your first trimester. Just in case. And if you think this is getting you off the hook when it comes to his insatiable sexual appetite, think again. You are even sexier while pregnant, so be prepared to learn some fun new positions. It’s actually very good for the baby! Trust him, he read all about it.

Newborns: Five actually loves the newborn stage. He can’t resist a good stress-project and thrives on no sleep and caffeine. He’s more than happy to let you sleep in while he gets up to take care of the baby and you’ll often find him passed out on the couch with the baby asleep on his chest. Babies are easy. They’re small, have basic needs, and can’t talk back or walk yet. He’ll adapt to fatherhood right away, and he’s not sure why people make such a big deal out of it; it’s not that hard.

Toddlers: Ok, maybe kids aren’t so easy after all. Why are they so loud? And irritating? And sticky all of the time? He loves his child more than anything in the world, but damn…he is old and tired; can he get five minutes of quiet, please? And what is with these absolutely idiotic kids' shows he is forced to watch? This is why the human population is getting dumber! Make no mistake, he will still be the doting father and take them to the park, read them books at bedtime, and play their little make believe games like tea party or dragon hunters. He loves hearing them laugh and his heart will melt when he feels their little hand in his or he gets a sloppy kiss on the mouth. When they fall asleep in the car, he’ll carry them to bed and stare lovingly down at their little sleeping face while he thinks how lucky he is to be their dad. Until he finds wet Play-doh smashed into the pocket of his favorite suit coat and he starts to reconsider a few things.

Hardship stories: Five’s kid will never be able to complain about anything in life without immediately getting an “I had it worse” story. Parents love to tell their kids how bad they had it growing up, so just imagine the jackpot of childhood trauma stories Five would bestow upon his child. He does not want them to suffer in any way, or get seriously hurt, but if they come home with a scraped knee after falling off their bike, he’s going to have a real hard time being sympathetic. “You know, when I was ten, I broke my tibia in two places and suffered a concussion after defeating an armed man twice my size, and I still had to show up on time for training the next day.” When your teenager is complaining about having to do chores around the house, there will be no end to the list of apocalyptic hardship stories. “Oh, you think mowing the lawn is hard? Do you know what I was doing at your age? Dragging all my shitty things in a rusted-out wagon across a barren landscape under the blazing hot sun looking for water after eating nothing but a can of rotten pears and one very scrawny cockroach. But please…go on.”

Powers: If it turns out that his kid has powers like his, Five would be so happy! He has a little mini-me that he can teach to blink and nerd out with about the physics required to do so! Then he’s going to get scared. What if they accidentally blink themselves into oncoming traffic? Or they try to time travel like he did and get stuck somewhere? His fear is going to bring out some of the worst in him; coming up with strict rules and insisting on constant practicing to make sure no accidents occur. This leads to some major butting of heads between the two of them. That’s where you come in to remind Five that he is not Reginald and he needs to stop acting like it before he destroys his relationship with his own child. Once you make him see that he needs to back off a little, things get a lot better and the two end up forming a strong bond over their powers

School: Five, overall, has no real use for school. Not that he doesn’t want his child to do well academically, because he does. Especially in high school, if their grades started slipping, he would definitely be up their ass about it. But school as an institution in general? Not interested. You won’t be seeing Five at a PTO meeting or volunteering to bring in snacks for a class holiday party. If his child gets in trouble for something minor and the school calls him about it, that’s probably the last time they are going to do that. “Let me get this straight…you called me in the middle of my day to tell me my kid said the f-word in class? Well, here’s a thought. How about you just do your fucking job and don’t fucking call me again unless someone is fucking bleeding or dead? We good here? Great.”

Proud Dad: Five would be so proud of everything his child did and he would tell them so all the time. But he would try and tone it down so he didn’t look so eager to brag about them to everyone he sees. When they are little, he’ll casually point out the picture of a house that is hanging on the refrigerator to anyone that comes over. “See that? Pretty good for six, don’t you think? I mean, I’m not saying it’s a DaVinci or anything, but it’s good right?” If they play sports, he’ll be at every game, but he’s not going to be the screaming, cheering parent in the stands. He’ll be watching everything very carefully, studying all of the players on the opposing team and learning their weaknesses to coach your child on it later. If the ref makes a bad call, though, he’ll be the first one to jump up screaming “Are you kidding me? What are you, blind? That was clearly a foul!” and then mumbling “Fucking idiot” as he sits back down again. At their high school and college graduations, he’ll let his siblings be the loud, whistling, embarrassing people in the crowd as his kid crosses the stage to get their diploma. Five will be standing silently, beaming with pride and trying not to cry (unsuccessfully). 

Sex: Sex after parenthood is different, there’s just no getting around it. In the beginning, you’re both so exhausted that it’s not exactly the hours-long fuck-fests you used to be able to pull off in the past. It’s still good, but it’s straight and to the point so you can get on with your lives or get some much needed sleep. After a while, though, you figure it out again. Five prefers to bang you hard and loudly, but now that’s not an option with little ears in the house. So, he settles on teasing you, instead. “Good girl, staying quiet for me” he’ll whisper with that arrogant smirk while he slams his cock into you with as much force as possible without letting the headboard hit the wall. He’ll get off on the fact that you want to cry out so badly that you’re biting at your lip and digging your nails into his skin. He wants to hear you gasping for air while you bury your face in his shoulder to muffle your moans. Maybe his stamina won’t always be as good as it once was, but that’s usually because he’s frequently getting cock-blocked by his own kid. When he can finally get some, it’s been a while and he’s not exactly performing at the peak of perfection. You better watch out when you have an evening alone, though. Five will happily ship your child off to one of his siblings for the night to get some one-on-one time with you. Now you can be as loud and dirty as you want, and he is going to take full advantage of that. Be prepared to get zero sleep, because Five is going to make up for some lost time. He won’t even wait a full minute after you’re alone before he’s slamming you up against a wall, flattening your body with his and kissing you roughly, or pulling you on top of his lap; his hard-on already straining against his pants while he desperately tries to strip your clothes off. He’s going to fuck you as hard and as long as possible, doing everything he can to make you lose your mind and come all over his cock while moaning his name. Calling him Daddy in the sack might be a little weird at first, but you’ll get past it eventually because he’s never going to get tired of hearing that, and Five is undoubtedly the hottest Daddy in and out of the bedroom. After he’s completely ruined you, he’s going to fuck you softly and sweetly, telling you how much he loves you, because sometimes he misses having you all to himself. Before you fall asleep in his arms, he’ll tell you how happy he is and thank you for making him a father and giving him the life he never dreamed possible  

If you feel like reading more about Five becoming a sexy family man with an eventual wife and son, check out my Halo series on AO3. 🥰

[yangjungwonisms]

7 Minutes in Heaven-YJW

warnings: NSFW in the middle| MDNI 18+

It was all a misunderstanding, at least that’s what Jungwon swore to you up and down when you caught him in a lie. He had been coming home late from work all week, which wasn’t like him at all. All week long he had been telling you he had to stay later at work to finish work on a big project. You’d never had any reason before to doubt what he was telling you, but when one of his coworkers who was supposed to be working late with him messaged you asking if you two wanted to get a late dinner you became confused. You tried to calm down and give Jungwon the benefit of the doubt, but when you messaged his friend back asking if Jungwon had been working late that day and they said that he had been leaving at the same time as him everyday that you started to second guess things. So naturally, you called Jungwon but he didn’t answer. So you decided to go to his office to see if he was there and maybe his friend had been mistaken. The office was closed, you figured that out in just enough time for Jungwon to call you back. “Hey baby, sorry I didn’t answer I was caught up at work. Is everything okay”? You didn’t know how exactly to feel upon learning your boyfriend of 2 years had been lying to you. But you were trying to keep your cool because you weren’t keen on having an argument over the phone. You had been silent too long for his liking and he was started to panic. “That’s actually funny you say that, I’m standing outside of your office, Sunghoon invited us for dinner. I'm a little confused because isn’t Sunghoon who you’re working on your project with”? He said nothing, he had been caught and he knew it. “So tell me, Jungwon. Where have you been going everyday after work”?

“It isn’t what you think baby”. Why couldn’t he have just answered the question, that’s what was pissing you off. Because if it was truly nothing he could’ve just told you. “Okay, if it isn’t what I think then you should have no problem telling me. Where have you been”? Within seconds of you sending that text Jungwon had called you, wanting to have this conversation over the phone instead of text. “Baby, it’s nothing I promise”. You took a second, sighing trying to calm your nerves but it was a battle you were slowly losing. “So then if it’s nothing just tell me Jungwon”. Now he was the one who sighed, in your relationship there were very few times you or Jungwon ever got into arguments. In fact, you’d almost never seen or heard him lose his cool. But now you were starting to see his demeanor slip. “Can’t you just trust me? You’re making this into a bigger deal than it needs to be babe”. Now you were pissed. “That’s not what this is about Jungwon, you’ve been lying to me every day telling me you were at work when you weren’t. I think I’m owed honesty from you”. That seemed to set him off. “I’ve never given you a reason not to trust me, so I’d appreciate the benefit of the doubt”. He made a point but you couldn’t concede, you hated lying and if it truly was nothing then why couldn’t he have just told you from the start. “And I’d appreciate my boyfriend not lying to me”. He immediately started trying to defend himself and push you away from the fact he lied. “Jungwon let me ask you this, did you stay late at work this week”? All you heard was silence, before he sighed answering with a short “no”. “Will you tell me where you were”? He knew that his answer was going to make things worse yet he chose it anyway “I can’t baby”. You were crying at that point and reaching the point of exhaustion after having argued with him for what felt like hours at that point. “Okay, well, I would appreciate it if you found somewhere else to stay tonight and for the foreseeable future”.

It was now a week later and you and Jungwon still weren’t speaking. He still wasn’t sure how he had managed to fuck things up so badly. He knew how it looked, and yes he had lied to you but it really wasn’t what it seemed. He had been at Jay’s house after work getting his help with something. Jungwon had recently started planning to propose to you, but after a little bit he realized he needed help. The only person he thought to ask that wouldn’t tell you accidentally was Jay. He hadn’t wanted to ruin the surprise so he just made up the first excuse that came to his mind. He hadn’t even considered that you would find out he was lying. Even still, when you confronted him he could’ve just told you the truth. But he couldn’t lie, hearing you refuse to take him at his word had pissed him off. He had always done everything in his power to be open and accessible to you. But seeing how easy it was for you to doubt him had wounded his pride. So, even though it was childish if you didn’t want to talk to him, he wasn’t going to talk to you either.

Now here you both were, too stubborn to talk to the other first. Jay, who had been letting Jungwon crash at his place for the last week was losing his mind at how stubborn you were both being. There were several times he himself had considered just going to you and telling you what was going on. But it wasn’t his place. He as well as your other mutual friends had; had enough of the moping around. They were tired of hearing you both complain about an argument that should’ve been over by now. So they came up with a plan, without telling either of you, they dragged you both to a party at another friend's place.

You were beyond pissed at your friends, you were pissed at a lot of things this last week. Pissed that your friends tricked you into talking to your boyfriend. You were pissed that Jungwon wouldn’t just tell you what he was doing. Jungwon was pissed just the same but for different reasons. Still even though you were mad at him, you missed him more than anything. You two never fought, and on the rare occasions you did it was always over before it really ever began. So when Friday had hit and your friends showed up at your apartment wanting to take you out, you were thrilled. It was just the distraction you needed. All week long you had been spiraling over the fact that Jungwon still hadn’t reached out to you, so you very much needed to get your mind off of it. So maybe you had drank a little more than was necessary, but you were having fun nonetheless. That was until you looked across the room and saw Jungwon staring daggers into you. Frantically, you turned to your friend pulling her into the hall “what the fuck is Jungwon doing here”? Your friend rolled her eyes moving to push past you “he’s here because you two need to grow up and make up already”. You knew your friend was right but you weren’t ready to put your pride aside yet.

Jungwon on the other hand, was livid. He hasn’t seen you for over a week and the first time he does, you’re out drinking in a tight little dress. He hated how it made him feel. Normally he would’ve had the smug satisfaction of knowing that you were dressed up for him. But he didn’t know who this was for. You had yet to realize Jungwon was there, so he had to watch you unabashedly accept drinks from every stranger that walked by. He’d had enough of it, before his brain caught up to his body he had already walked across the room to you. “What the hell are you doing here”? You didn’t have to look to know who it was that was talking to you. “I could ask you the same thing”. He stood there seething with every second that passed. “I asked you a question baby, answer me”. He had a lot of nerve to get an attitude with you when he’s the reason this argument was even happening. “Why should I tell you anything? It’s not like you’ve been answering any of my questions lately”. That seemed to piss him off more.

Within seconds Jungwon had grabbed you by the arm dragging you into the next empty room. “You’re pissing me off right now baby”. Jungwon wasn’t proud of how angry he was getting, but he had been drinking after all and was hardly able to control his temper. “How am I pissing you off? This is the first time I’ve seen you in a week”. His only response was to slowly back you up against the door, he had been slowly inching forward and all that remained between you two was a couple of inches at most. “Because, you look so fucking sexy in that dress and it’s driving me crazy. Not being with you this week is driving me crazy”. The atmosphere in the room had flipped at a blinding speed, by his sudden confession. “Yeah, well whose fault is that won”? His body was flush against you at this point, you could feel how hard he was against your leg. “Fuck baby, it’s mine I know it is. I’m sorry”. Him being so close to you, did more harm than it did good. You were okay being mad at him from a distance but up close and alone with no buffer your body was succumbing to him. “Oh fuck this”. Were the last words you said before grabbing him by the collar and pulling him into you.

Your bodies were moving on autopilot at this moment. You had both had a long week and you were both exhausted pretending you didn’t need the other. The only sound in the room was the sound of your heavy breathing and kissing. It didn’t take long before Jungwon had pulled you across the room until he had you backed up against a desk. “baby, I need you. Been thinking about fucking you all week”. You couldn’t judge him for it, because you, yourself had been thinking about him railing you all week. “Then shut up and fuck me already”. That seemed to set him into action, he grabbed you, turning you around and pushing you down onto the desk. He didn’t bother taking your clothes off, instead he just pushed your dress up and pulled your underwear to the side. “Fuck baby, so fucking wet for me. Gonna stretch you out real quick so you can take my cock”. He did just that, his movements were quick and impatient with the way he pushed two fingers into you and started fucking into you vigorously. He was quick to slap a hand over your mouth, not wanting anyone to know what you two were up to in that room. “Baby, I need you to shut up and take what I give you. Can you do that”? You simply nodded your head, he took that as his sign to continue. He removed his hands from you and moved them to quickly undo his pants.

He started fucking into you so hard that you couldn’t even remember what it was you were mad about. You could feel how frustrated he had been in the rough way he was handling you. “Feels so fucking good baby, missed you so much. Missed your pussy so much”. You don’t say anything, partly because the way he’s fucking you is so intense that you genuinely can’t form sentences. But also because you are still just a little angry at him. Jungwon noticed how quiet you were being, faltering ever so slightly. “Are you feeling okay baby”? That snapped you back to the moment, deciding that you needed him more than anything else. “Feels s’good won. Fuck me on the bed please, need to see you”. Wordlessly, he picked you up and moved you to the bed, readjusting before starting to fuck you in missionary.

Time moves by in a blur after that, he must’ve fucked you 3 times before you two finally pulled away from each other. When you had finally recovered enough to get up and get dressed the tension in the room had set in. You were getting ready to walk out of the door before Jungwon grabbed your arm and turned you to face him. “Baby, wait. Will you let me explain”? You look at him nodding, moving past him to sit on the desk allowing him the opportunity to speak. “I’m really sorry I lied to you”. You take a second making sure he’s done speaking before responding. “Then why did you”? He moved across the room standing right in front of you before kneeling down in between your legs, grabbing both of your hands in his. “I was trying to plan a surprise for you and Jay had been helping me. That was the reason I didn’t wanna tell you. I didn’t want to ruin the surprise”. You make eye contact with him for the first time that night, shaking your head and pulling him in for a brief kiss. “Okay. I accept your explanation. I’m sorry for being so stubborn. I love you”. Jungwon felt a weeks worth of stress dissipate when you kissed him. “Does this mean I can come back home? I’m sure Jay is tired of me and I’ve missed you so much. Plus, I’m out of clean clothes”. You can only laugh at that before standing up, grabbing his hand in yours and walking out of the room. The minute you two step out, all eyes are on you. From the corner of the room you hear Jay yell out “who bet they’d have sex in Jake’s room before the end of the night”? The only response was Jake yelling from the kitchen “you’ve got to be kidding me”.

[therocketeer0501]

Emptiness Machine

Starscream X Reader (Mech Pilot AU)

Author note: Hey everyone just for this chapter I wanna explain that in this universe scanning a spark signature can reveal a designation. If you have any other questions send me an ask. Enjoy!

Chapter 8:

Your optics come online and you sit straight up at the sound of your designation. How did he get ahold of this information? The Autobots had been so careful not to let any information slip about the secret project Dr. Antonov had been working on. Humans weren’t even involved in the conflict until a cycle ago when they were called upon to deal with an actual Decepticon on the surface. You narrow your optics at him as he smiles at you in a sadistic way. Chuckling he turns and addresses the drones stationed outside the door.

“Restrain the prisoner I wish to speak to them unobstructed by this.”

He waves a servo at the humming energy wall that separates you. At that you sit up ready to fight, but your servo immediately goes to your forehelm as dizziness overcomes you. you had taken the Energon, so why were you still struggling? Sifting through the error messages you can’t make sense of the situation. You hadn’t been poisoned or drugged so what was the issue? One message though sends alarm jangling through you. ‘Unable to disconnect. Disconnection unavailable.’ What on earth could that mean? You hadn’t even noticed the approaching drones or heard the energy field disengage. They wrenched your servo from your helm and had you in cuffs before you could react. Something was off with your connection and you didn’t like it.

Looking back up at Starscream where he was stepping inside your cell, he looms over you. Wings flared out and bent over slightly to keep his helm from bumping against the ceiling. Clearly this cell was made for much smaller bots. You sit on the bench restrained at the wrists but nothing more. They were underestimating you again. That or they knew more about your current status than they were letting on. You vent and meet his optics. There was no choice but to talk to him. You let your helm lean back against the wall behind you but don’t break contact with his optics.

“Alright. I’ll speak with you. I cannot promise answers to everything and for that you might have to take me offline. But I will let you speak.”

He seems surprised for a moment, looking awkward in the cramped space. He shifts on his peds and produces the data pad and speaks once more.

“So it can speak in something other than obscenities. Very well. We were able to obtain very little information about you from our sweep of the digital network here.”

He pauses and his optics flick to your chassis and back up to your faceplate. So he was curious. He was speaking to you like an intelligent being and that was a start at least. Though the tone of his voice suggested he thought of himself as the higher life form here.

“Shockwave was the only mech Megatron wanted interacting with the native life. Unwise in my opinion.”

You raise an optic ridge at him. Why was he telling you all of this? Wasn’t he afraid you were going to use it against them? Of course he didn’t expect you to make it out of here still online. That was most likely the reason. You nod and respond.

“Whatever his reasoning for that is I’m sure it’s monstrous. Especially if it has to do with that mech.”

He looks at you and then back at the data pad.

“As second in command, it’s my job to be an advisor to Megatron in matters of great importance.”

He seems to preen before continuing.

“He however, believes I should have disposed of you. But how is it…that you look exactly like us. Down to our very biology. It’s…”

He doesn’t finish but instead he shakes his helm as if trying to get rid of a stray thought.

“Just what are you?”

His voice a dangerous growl that rumbles through his entire frame as he asks the question. So he thinks you are an abomination of some kind. You look him up and down.

“You are the alien here. You came to my world. So what exactly are you?”

Your tone accusing as you turn the question on him. Of course you knew Cybertronians well and why they were here. For a moment he looks affronted and his wings flick up, tapping the ceiling. You suppress a wave of amusement as he looks for a second like a bird whose feathers had fluffed out in indignation. He sputters for a before replying and regaining his composure.

“I suppose…but that’s beside the point. Here I am talking to what I thought was a very offline Cybertronian femme. Shockwave had torn out your spark. But here you are sitting in front of me as if none of that happened. And that-”

Emphasizing the word Cybertronian as he says it, he lays a digit on the seam that ran down your chest. The very same one that opened to reveal your true self.

“-that is in no way a Cybertronian spark. It’s something different altogether. An abomination.”

The scientist in him became morbidly fascinated with the new scans that had been taken of your form when Knockout and Hook had done the repairs on your frame. Where once a newspark had been detected, there was now a fully developed spark signature. It had a designation assigned to it and everything. An EM field, a scannable signature, it gave all appearance of a Cybertronian spark. But he wasn’t about to tell you that. Something had happened in the aftermath of that broken connection. Something that made his plating crawl in an unpleasant way. He continued to speak.

“Whatever those Autobots are doing is just as unethical as whatever morbid experiments Shockwave is conducting.”

He mumbled and that made you sit up straighter with a snarl as you reply to him.

“Never compare us to the likes of him! You are the bad guys here. You are the reason I was created in the first place. So that Earth had some defense against you. You are the reason Cybertron is ash and you had to come all the way here to find Energon!”

You had taken it too far. In a flash his servo was around your throat lifting you as Megatron had done. He was visibly shaking in anger. His red optics flashed and he bared his denta. Rage barely contained as his wings flicked fitfully behind him.

“You dare! You have no idea what happened on Cybertron! You insect! We tried to save Cybertron and your so called chosen leader doomed it!”

He seemed to take a moment to calm himself as he took a shaky vent and released you. Your optics were wide at his outburst. You swear you could have seen a hint of regret and pain behind his expression. It made you wonder what exactly he meant by what he said.

“What do you mean? Are you saying Optimus doomed Cybertron? That’s not right. He said you bombed it all to slag. Trying to get rid of everyone but those who aligned with your beliefs.”

Starscream looked as if he might have another outburst but instead he just spoke through gritted denta. Leaning forward so his face was barely an inch away from yours. Barely contained rage seeping out of his every word.

“Those deceivers would have you believe they were the spotless victims of this war? What if I told you there wasn’t a war before Optimus Prime became what he is?”

He didn’t get to finish before several drones rush in and the main door to the circular room slides shut. There were distant klaxon to be heard before the noise was abruptly cut off. They hurriedly took defensive positions and Starscream looked around, more annoyed than alarmed.

“What the pit is it now?”

He places a digit on the side of his helm activating his communicator.

“Report. What’s going on out there.”

You couldn’t hear the other side of the conversation but he ducked quickly out of the cell. Throwing a brief ‘stay put.’ over his shoulder at you. The energy field hummed back to life caging you once more in the small room. Whatever it was must be big because there were now eight drones in the room with you.

Still reeling from the conversation you just had, you try to imagine what on earth he could have meant by that. There was no way Optimus Prime started the war on Cybertron. You couldn’t think about that right now. Whatever was happening most likely had to do with the Autobots and that made you smile. It was only a matter of time before they came for you. Their fierce protectiveness of the human race was one thing the Decepticons couldn’t flip around on them.

There was a thunderous crash and rubble bounced off of the energy field as the door to the cell block was blown open. Dust and smoke filled the air and there was shouting. Familiar voices made you stand, that hope filling your lines as you try to see through the smoke. Drones opened fire and were taken down with ease. Two familiar color schemes make their way towards the field. One pair of big worried blue optics stare through the field at you, making you almost sob with relief and recognition. The field drops and a flash of yellow was all you see before you are practically taken off your peds. The yellow mech clinging to you like you might just crumble in his servos. Of course you’d recognize him anywhere.

“Bee! Oh thank goodness!”

[underthecielblu]

Afternoon in Apotos

Synopsis: Sonic takes Shadow out for a treat in Apotos. Between spoons of ice cream, Shadow can’t help but ponder.

For 30 years, Milos had run Surfside Seagull Sundries, and ever since Sonic had stumbled upon the place, he hadn’t stopped raving about how Shadow had to try the ice cream. Well, now was the perfect chance.

Shadow eyed the Chocolate Chipped Cream Sundae Supreme—the pride of Apotos and, as Sonic claimed, the ultimate dessert after a satisfying meal. The sheer size of it was ridiculous. How could anyone possibly eat this much after lunch? He frowned, skepticism written all over his face. Then again, knowing Sonic’s bottomless appetite, it started to add up.

“Come on, it’s gonna melt if you keep staring at it,” Sonic teased, grinning as he waited for Shadow’s first bite.

Shadow sighed and picked up the long-handled spoon, his gaze lingering on the sundae. The swirling layers of chocolate and cream glistened under the soft afternoon light streaming through the diner’s windows. For a moment, he hesitated. The dessert felt almost symbolic—an excessive, indulgent, ridiculous thing, just like Sonic himself. But it was also inviting, promising sweetness and maybe, just maybe, a little joy.

“Well?” Sonic leaned his elbow on the table, propping his chin in his hand. His grin widened. “I’m not gonna let you leave until you at least try it.”

Shadow rolled his eyes but dipped the spoon into the sundae anyway, scooping up a perfect bite of chocolate chips, whipped cream, and velvety ice cream. He brought it to his mouth, bracing for… well, he wasn’t sure what.

The flavor hit him like a soft, warm wave. The creamy richness melted on his tongue, blending with the slight crunch of the chocolate. He didn’t realize he’d closed his eyes until he heard Sonic chuckling.

“See? Told you,” Sonic said smugly, leaning back in his chair. “It’s good, right?”

“It’s… acceptable,” Shadow muttered, though he took another spoonful almost immediately.

Sonic snorted. “You’re terrible at pretending you’re not enjoying yourself, y’know.”

Shadow didn’t reply right away. Instead, he focused on the sundae, each bite giving him a moment to think. Sonic was right—he was enjoying himself. And that realization felt strange. For so long, he’d kept his distance from… well, everything. People, places, experiences. He told himself it was better that way, safer. If he didn’t let anyone or anything in, then nothing could hurt him.

But here he was, in a quaint little diner, sharing a table with the most persistent, obnoxious, and oddly caring person he’d ever met.

“You really don’t give up, do you?” Shadow said, breaking the silence.

Sonic blinked. “Huh? What d’you mean?”

“This.” Shadow gestured vaguely to the sundae, to the diner, to the situation as a whole. “You’re always dragging me into these… things.”

Sonic laughed, not at all offended. “Yeah, well, someone’s gotta get you out of your head. Can’t have you brooding 24/7.”

Shadow huffed but didn’t deny it. He took another bite of the sundae, letting the sweetness linger. Brooding. That’s what he’d been doing for years, wasn’t it? Ever since the ARK, ever since Maria…

His chest tightened at the thought, but then he glanced across the table at Sonic, who was now happily demolishing his own sundae with the enthusiasm of someone who truly enjoyed life.

Shadow set his spoon down, his gaze softening. “Why do you bother?” he asked quietly.

Sonic looked up, mid-bite, and tilted his head. “What d’you mean?”

“With me.” Shadow gestured vaguely again. “Why do you keep… trying?”

Sonic paused, as if the question genuinely surprised him. Then he shrugged, a lopsided smile spreading across his face. “Because you’re worth it, duh.”

Shadow blinked. “I—what?”

Sonic leaned forward, resting his arms on the table. “Look, I know you like to act all tough and distant, but I’ve seen the real you. You’re a good guy, Shadow. You just… make things harder for yourself than they need to be. And I’m not about to give up on someone I care about.”

The words hit Shadow harder than he expected. He looked away, staring out the window as he processed them. Care. That word felt foreign, like something he wasn’t sure he deserved. But hearing it from Sonic, in his casual, matter-of-fact way, made it feel… real.

For so long, he’d been afraid to open up, to let anyone in. But maybe, just maybe, he didn’t have to do everything alone. Maybe it was okay to rely on someone else, to let someone like Sonic pull him out of the darkness every once in a while.

“You’re insufferable,” Shadow muttered, though his tone lacked its usual edge.

Sonic grinned, taking it as the closest thing to a compliment he’d get. “And you’re welcome.”

Shadow allowed himself a small, almost imperceptible smile as he picked up his spoon again. For the first time in a long time, he felt… lucky. Lucky to have someone who cared enough to stick around, no matter how hard he tried to push them away.

As they finished their sundaes, the conversation shifted to lighter topics—Sonic’s latest adventures, the eccentricities of the townspeople, and which chili dog stand in Apotos was truly the best. Shadow found himself laughing, an unguarded, genuine sound that felt strange but good.

By the time they left the diner, the sun was dipping low on the horizon, casting a golden glow over the town. Sonic stretched, hands behind his head, as they walked side by side down the cobblestone streets.

“See? Told ya today’d be worth it,” Sonic said, glancing at Shadow with a triumphant smile.

Shadow shook his head but didn’t argue. Instead, he looked up at the sky, the warmth of the moment settling over him like a gentle embrace.

“Yeah,” he said quietly. “It was.”

[havocskies]

ways Brian shows his affection (preferably physically) to his younger sibling headcanons please?

tags : platonic , brian being possessive, lowk a little sad here and there sorry , i fear i have to stress it’s platonic in this one

in general, i think brian is a pretty touchy person

it shows when he hugs dexter immediately upon ‘meeting’ him, and when he kissed rita on her face as a greeting

it’s safe to say he enjoys being pretty affectionate

even so, i don’t think he’d be very affectionate at first

as much as he’d want to, he’s well aware being touchy with a kid he’s just adopted, one that doesn’t know him, isn’t the best move

but, he’s patient

of course, it would still slip occasionally and he’d forget to catch himself

once you start being physically affectionate with him is when he gives in entirely

if you manage to finally view him as a father, the role he’s supposed to be playing, he’ll indulge in any affections he can

really, however, it’s pretty basic affection

hugs, an occasional kiss on the forehead, slight ruffling of your hair

anything he can get away with

in a general sense, brian enjoys being a caregiver

he wanted so badly to protect dexter, he only got a general taste of what it was like to care for someone physically and emotionally before laura died died

brian projects this heavily onto you

as much as he wants to do the same for dexter, brian still knows his little brother isn’t quite little anymore

you, however, are

brian indulges entirely in being your caregiver, in showing you all the love and affection he can, because he has so much for you

you’re his way of gaining control back from his childhood

he holds you if you cry, helps you if you injure yourself, and generally finds any excuse to have his hand on your shoulder or on your head, would beyond enjoy if you happened to fall asleep on him

he’s without a doubt touchy, but he can’t help it

he hasn’t been able to show affection to a family member in so long

emotionally wise, he’d do everything he could to ensure you feel safe and happy with him

he wants to give you the life he never had, the life he wanted to badly to give to dexter

he hated you for being joe’s second chance, but you’re brian’s second chance, too

he’d especially find any excuse to touch you when comforting you

he’d hold you close, hold your face, run his fingers through and into your hair

in his mind, you’re something that could easily break

even when he isn’t comforting you he’s still finding ways to touch you

you’re the first sibling he’s had close in decades, he can’t help but want to be there for you, even if it’s as the role of a father

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✧CHAPTER 2✧

Within just a few seconds, y/n had fallen off of her chair, now lying on the ground, Riki’s body on top of her. They were stuck under a whole mountain of books, topped off by a dismantled cupboard. She could feel the rapid heartbeat of his, as his chest is literally pushed against hers. His eyes full of shock were staring right into her flustered ones “A-are you ok?” he asked in a soft yet deep tone sending chills down her spine. 

“I tried to warn yo-” Y/n started “We’re trapped and my back hurts so I can’t get off!” Riki cut her off. His face was close. Too close. She could feel his hot breath on her lips as he spoke. As she tried to speak, she felt her lips tremble, the close proximity making it hard for her to not blush, she couldn’t even look away from him.

Before she could even manage to say anything, she felt Riki, the Riki’s soft, plush lips suddenly touch hers. His head immediately jerked back. It was her first kiss, with her 1st and only crush. The two looked at each other in utter shock, the glossy, pink-ish nude shade smudged across his lips. A book had hit his head, causing him to hit your lips with his. “S-Sorry” he finally apologized. 

The awkwardness was stopped by an angry Jay and a worried Sunghoon. The 2 dug out Y/n and Riki while the librarian went about the business shushing other students. As soon as Riki stood up with Jay’s help, he tried to help Y/n up despite having an aching back. It was only after he got up that she realized she was in so much pain. As soon as Y/n managed to stand up, the librarian walked into the mess, a nail file at her hand as she examined the room. 

The 2 were let off the hook as it wasn’t their fault that the book cupboard broke apart upon them. Poor Y/n was crushed beneath a 6’1 male, a bookshelf and multiple books. Her head spinning as she could barely even walk, using the wall for support. Riki however, despite being hit in the head by a big book, seemed to be doing just fine. 

“Meet me at the Gemini café, we can discuss our project there” he suddenly said. “Ok” Y/n replied with a sweet smile before leaving with Sunghoon following behind. Sunghoon smirked, teasing her about the lip gloss stains on Riki’s lips, it’s so obvious that it’s Y/n’s. He was so god awful annoying about it, but she’s glad it happened, a memory she’ll cherish. 

"So... what did he say after the kiss? did he look disgusted? tell me everything without missing a detail." Sunghoon asked as y/n frowned at him "Why? you want to know what a real kiss in real life feels like?" Y/n asked as Sunghoon slapped her butt, the girl glared at him, chasing him down the corridors.

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Hi! Can I request protective!lilette suarez x reader? Where someone asks reader out and Lilette sees it and decides to send a message to that person that reader is taken

Don’t Be Fooled

Lilette Suarez x fem! reader

Warnings: coarse language, jealous & protective Lilette, smut ending(fingering, marking) & pet names(all reader receiving)

Lilette finally shows off the side of her that the school’s never seen when she sees a guy asking out reader

Lilette was shy, very quiet, usually kept to herself unless called upon by a teacher to answer questions. Her circle of friends was small, with Simon being her best friend. Well, you, being her girlfriend was no doubt a part of this ‘circle’.

Not once has anyone seen her get angry with the exception of you and Simon. And when she did, it was terrifying. Ever since then, Simon has been very mindful about everything, vowing never to get her angry again. What was the argument about? Simon had burnt their entire home ec project. Lilette had to take over, while she was worried about you on the phone, having an anxiety attack over something you’ve forgotten about. But anyway, you could hear how angry she was, and was shocked. She did apologise to you for her outburst, though. And Simon, too.

Monday: Getting snapped out of your thoughts thanks to a group of rowdy students walking by you, you blink profusely, finally getting the textbook you needed out of your locker and closed the door. Immediately, a guy showed up before your face. You exclaimed in shock, “Yes?”

“I’ve been watching you for awhile.”

“And?” You wanted to scoff.

“And, I was wondering if I could take you out? For a dinner? Or coffee sometime?”

You didn’t know this at that point but Lilette saw the most of it, she ran up to you and wrapped both arms around your torso firmly. “Hi, baby.” She smiled at you sweetly, connecting your lips together for a deep kiss. Unnecessarily deep, to you. But to her, it was absolutely what she needed to do to get the guy to go away.

“Come on.”

“What, Zane?” Lilette smirked, “This ring, she gave it to me last night for our first anniversary. You are way too late, bud.”

The guy’s brows were raised, at a loss for words. “Uh—” He gulps.

“Scram.” Lilette snarked, her hold on you tightens as she crashes her lips onto yours again.

~~~~~

Tuesday: Walking into homeroom and up to your usual desk, you spot a folded piece of paper on it. A note. Well…more like an invitation to a party at Zane’s. From Zane. Sighing, you pushed the paper away and had your eyes to the front of the room, watching the teacher enter the classroom.

“Tossed the invite in the trash the second I left homeroom.”

“What’s not to get about what I told him?” Lilette looked at you, perplexed.

“Some guys just…can’t get it into their heads.”

“He’d better, soon.” Lilette scoffs, “Ignore him.”

“I have been.” You answered.

~~~~~

Wednesday: He tries to smile at you, first thing in the morning, earning a glare from Lilette. He was so smug about it, simply shrugging it off then went about his day. Lunch time, he came up to you and Lilette in line, leaning close to your shoulders. “How you doing?”

“Great without you, thanks for asking.” You responded sarcastically. But boy did he love that feigned enthusiasm.

~~~~~

Thursday: Lilette sees him walk up to you immediately stopped talking to Simon. “Back off, dude. She isn’t interested.” Lilette deadpanned, staring him in the eye.

“Are you really gay or do you just want to show off your ‘girlfriend’?”

Her eyes closed, she takes a deep breath, “What? Can’t a girl do both? Look at her, she’s beautiful. But look at you, a pathetic idiot who can’t take no for an answer!” Lilette slams her locker door, but the commotion alone was attracting hell of a lot of attention. Students started chattering, the noise fills the space quickly. Lilette smirks, “Everyone’s watching you, Zane. Still not going to back down?”

He scoffed, “Try me. You’re just a broke girl still living with your mother.”

“How dare you?” You snarled.

“Oh, shit.” You heard someone remark.

“Say that again. Say it— say it to my face.” You looked up at him. “Can’t do it? Good. Keep doing that. Keep your bloody mouth shut. Never in a million years would I even consider going on one measly date with someone like you.”

“Fuck off. Don’t you ever think about her again. She’s mine.”

A bunch of ‘oohs’ resounded in the halls, hearing Zane get absolutely humiliated by a typically sweet Lilette. Phones were up and recording, so this moment? It’ll last forever without much effort.

~~~~~

Friday: Flowers showed up at your door. Lilette peeks over your shoulder before you stepped onto your porch and grab the bouquet. “Twelve?” Lilette snorted, “I did way better than that.”

You smirked, “Oh, absolutely.” You were about to toss it when you saw your neighbour exit her house to get rid of her trash. “Oh, Mrs. Geller! Some annoying guy at school sent me these, but I have no use for them. But I figured I might as well gift them to someone who’ll appreciate them.” You plucked the card off the center of the bunch and crushed it in your hand.

“Guys are adult babies.” The older woman guffaws, “Thank you, dear. These flowers do look lovely.”

“Tell me about it.” Lilette spoke through gritted teeth.

You flashed her a smile, “You’re welcome, Mrs. Geller. See you around.”

Lilette follows you into your house.

“Hey.” Lilette says as the front door shuts. “Yeah?” You ask. “You know what will really fuck him up?”

“What?” You replied while setting your backpack down.

“Going to his party is a great start.” Lilette began, “What do you say I do a little something to you where he can hear us?”

Your eyes bulged, “…what?”

“He doesn’t want to back down? I sure as hell am not giving up until he leaves you the fuck alone.”

~~~~~

Saturday: It was a little after midnight, you and Lilette have both gotten a little tipsy. But, it was just what you needed to carry out your plan. Stumbling into an empty room while making out, this move’s certainly caught Zane’s attention. In fact, Lilette sees him following behind the two of you. “Okay, you ready?” Lilette asks, breaking away from the kiss.

“Let’s do it.” You shrug, kissing her again unendingly.

“I’m gonna be a little…rough, okay? Just to speed things up a bit. God knows whose room this is.”

You nodded with a laugh, “Okay. Go for it, I’m all yours, Lil.”

She turned around and plops you down onto the mattress, hovering over you, covering every inch of your body with her kisses. It efficiently made you giddy with pleasure as you began to get lost in the moment.

“Oh, god.” You yelped when she bit down on a spot along your neck. “Fuck! Keep going, baby. Keep going~” The closer you got, the louder you were. And, so was the message Lilette was trying to get across. You were hers and that was that. You belonged to her. Only she could make you feel that way. “Oh, yeah? You want more?” She purrs into your ear, sucking at your neck again while her fingers pumped in and out of you relentlessly.

You gave her and whoever was outside a high-pitched whine when you felt yourself tightening around her fingers. With your back arching off the mattress, she continues ramming her fingers into you harshly while being all sweet talking to you. “Holy fucking shit— damn it, that feels so—” You got cut off when you felt a particularly hard poke at your sensitive spot.

“Ah— ah— mmfuck—” Your words started to all get strung together, incoherent. But fuck, were you loud. That smug look on Lilette’s face made you feel insane, you were going to come. And very, very soon. “I’m gonna—”

“Just like that, you got it, baby.” She chuckles, “Go for it, come for me, y/n. You deserve it. My pretty little princess deserves everything she wants…”

“Oh, my god…” You mumbled, trembling from the intensity of your climax. Your hands were clinging onto her back, keeping her on top of you. “Ugh, fuck. Fuck, I can’t believe— how long—”

“Ten minutes.”

“Ten!? Okay, that— that’s enough for now.”

Lilette shrugs, a grin plastered on her face as she kisses you, “Whatever you want, you’re gonna get it.”

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[catboyidia]

how i think asgzc handles being/behaves while sick

(except im actually projecting because im really sick and miserable and mildly (very) delirious)(also this was written mostly in the short period between like 30 min fever dream plagued naps… so its all over the place and don’t expect accurate characterization)

angeal: hes that one motherfucker that can have a high fever and will still insist on doing everything, he could be on his deathbed and still trying to do stuff and care for everyone else until everyone else literally forces him to stop and rest, and even then he will still try to downplay his illness and worry about everyone else

sephiroth: realistically he doesn’t get sick but like… we’re ignoring that… he’s absolutely pitiful but without even meaning to be, like he’s perfectly fine being alone and letting it run its course but he ends up just looking so pitiful that genesis and angeal can’t resist him, they won’t leave him alone and end up trying to comfort sephiroth in any way possible, and upon trying to cuddle him, sephiroth will immediately cling to them, betraying his original ability to be alright alone

genesis: gets super clingy and whiny and refuses to let sephiroth or angeal leave him alone, inevitably forcing them to get sick with him, and hes total crybaby the entire time, needing reassurance about everything he has ever done and will ever do because for some reason being really sick makes him reflect on himself which makes him emotional and regret everything he’s ever done and fear that he isn’t good enough for sephiroth and angeal, all the emotional baggage and insecurities come flooding out until he cries himself to sleep again, wakes up from the strangest fever dream, clings to whoever is closest and the cycle continues, only breaking every so often when he forces sephiroth and angeal to feed him or they force genesis to take medicine, all the necessities ect.

zack: whiny clingy and needy, will cling to cloud like his life depends on it and uses cloud as a living teddy bear, unable to be left alone because if anyone even mentions leaving him alone for a second he immediately starts looking like a kicked puppy and clings on even tighter, desperate to be comforted, and needs to be distracted often from the fact that he is sick or else he will complain about how shitty he feels 24/7, also he will throw a fit and refuse any medication like a child until angeal either shoves a pill down his throat like a dog or crushes it up and hides it in some kind of food… also like a dog… angeal basically has to employ every dog medicine giving tactic

cloud: tries to isolate and let the illness do its thing, not wanting to get anyone else sick, and also not really wanting anyone else to see him sick and think he’s weak because he thinks every little thing, including unavoidable things like getting sick, will make him seem weak, but zack refuses to leave him alone, trying to comfort cloud in any way possible, trying to tend to every single one of clouds needs and constantly makes sure cloud is okay, although cloud tries to push zack away because he doesn’t want zack to get sick, plus unfortunately zack can get a bit stressful and be a bit of a pain in the ass to handle at times

[rhinestoneskye]

Kick It Off Right

Word Count; 5.7k

Warnings; brief sex jokes, mention of alcohol, slight discussion of religion and mention of disbelief, Josh being Josh.

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A whole month off. Tour had finished, a new album released, their record company had the ball in their court. The final decision? Let the professionals plan while the band took a break.

“I don’t know what I’m gonna do.”

Josh had a mini crisis in the middle of the living room three nights after they got the news.

“I can’t do anything. I can’t perform, there’s nothing to record.. I have no inspiration to write… the guys are all doing their own thing-“

I sat on the couch and tried my best to listen without seeming too excited. I already had ideas of ways to keep him busy, but I’d been waiting to suggest any until I knew for a fact he was at a loss for plans.

“Let’s go on a road trip.”

“That’ll never work…” he drew in a breath to continue before pausing. Josh’s arms folded across his chest, brow furrowing in question as he looked down at me. “A road trip?”

“I’ve always wanted to visit the state parks. Let’s go do something with nature.”

“A road trip?” This time he asked to make sure he was hearing me correct.

“Yes, Josh.” I folded my own arms across my chest. “We have a few months to do our own thing. Let’s escape.”

“What if they need me?”

“The label said they wouldn’t, and if they do, that’s the beauty of phone calls and FaceTime.”

“What if my band needs me?”

“They’re doing stuff too. And if your brothers really need something, they’ll have Danny. And Danny will have them.”

“What if-“

“Just pack your shit and go on a road trip with me, Kiszka.” I couldn’t listen to his endless worries any longer. He just needed to get out of his house in a way that wasn’t involved with work. Josh let out a sigh. He pursed his lips, a sign I knew all too well. He was ready to argue. To tell me no. To say I should go with the girls. I looked right back at him with a stern gaze. “You need it.” I pressed on.

There was a beat before his shoulders fell, and a sigh escaped his lips.

“Just a week.” He tried to compromise. I decided it was best to give in and not test further limits.

“We’ll start with a week.”

“Can we leave on Friday? So I can tell everybody and- and just be prepared?”

“Yeah. We’ll have to get a rental anyway.”

“A rental?”

“Absolutely. I’m not road tripping in an uncomfortable car.” Josh bit his bottom lip in consideration. “Let me handle it. Okay?” I offered.

“Yeah.. that’s fine.” He gave in easily. Josh seemed to be so stressed and yet so carefree at the same time. I could rent a van if it meant he wouldn’t have to worry about it. I’d already called a few companies anyway when I came up with the idea of road tripping. Id stumbled upon a perfect vehicle when I visited a place with an old Volkswagen camper van. Josh had talked about them before, and how much he loved them.

I already knew where I was renting from, so it made the task so much easier.

The week came and went. Josh became more and more comfortable with the idea of a road trip as the days passed. We purchased a few maps and planned our route together during quiet evenings on the couch. His excitement began to radiate as he talked about all the places he wanted to go. And of course he asked about my stops as well. Our compromise on one week immediately turned into the full month once he was fully on board with the idea. Josh and I settled on a few different bottles of alcohol to take, as well as snacks. We packed our bags according to the locations and the projected weather. Mostly shorts and tank tops. A few pairs of jeans and a sweatshirt or jacket in case of emergencies. A first aid kit was set out by our things, and a few blankets. Josh insisted on bringing his favorite pillow. Our pile was by no means big, considering the space we’d have to fit our things in, but we had certainly covered everything.

I thought we’d finished packing until I stepped out of the shower one night to see Josh sat on the floor by his nightstand, gently placing a camera into an old black bag I hadn’t seen in ages.

“You’re taking your camera?” I smiled, a laugh bubbling from my lips when he jolted at the sound of my voice.

“Uh.. yeah. I thought maybe it would be fun.. to film a little.”

“Oh yeah?” I prompted him to go on.

“I’ve always wanted to make a traveling documentary.” His cheeks flushed, embarrassed by the confession. But I found it endearing. If he hadn’t been so artistic and passionate, I never would have fallen as hard as I had.

“Only if I’m in it.” I teased, watching the way his eyes lit up.

“Of course.”

By Friday, Josh and I were practically sprinting out of the house to get to the rental company. He quizzed me the whole way there on the car I’d rented, but I didn’t let up until we got inside the building.

We spoke with the woman at the desk before we found a place to sit.

“What color is it?”

“White and blue.” I placed my hand on his knee, a gentle reminder to relax.

“Are you sure you got a good one?” He didn’t doubt me, he simply wanted to double check.

“I got the best one on the market.” I perked up at the sight of the man I spoke with when I visited, approaching with a pair of keys in his hand. I quickly stood, and Josh took it as a signal for himself to stand as well.

“Kiszka?” He asked, and we both nodded. “You two are going to love this piece of history. The company we bought it from spent quite a bit fixing it up to make it road safe and comfortable.”

“History?” Josh whispered in my direction. I grabbed his hand and squeezed it.

“It’s right outside. You can leave your car in the lot, and if you’d like to hand your keys over somebody will move it for you.”

“Thank you so much.” I held my free hand out to Josh, who fished his car keys from his pocket and rested them in my hand. I passed them to the man in an exchange for the van keys.

“Babe.” Josh whispered the moment the man turned to lead us outside.

“What’s up?” I asked, barely able to contain my smile.

“Can I see those?” I gave him the keys, allowing him to do his inspection, furthering his theories.

“No way-“ I had to assume Josh caught on the second he saw the logo on the key fob. “No fucking way.” I laughed quietly. The moment we got outside, Josh’s last theory became a reality. “Oh my god. It’s breathtaking.”

I released Josh’s hand to let him explore, giving a grateful nod to the man who stood by the front door. My lover looked nothing short of a kid in a candy store.

“If there’s any issue you encounter or if there’s information you need, you can give me a call. Ma’am you should have my number, and if you lose it, there’s always a backup in the car’s information package in the glovebox.”

“Thank you so much.” I flashed the man a smile. “We just have to get our things out of the car, then we’ll be out of your hair.” He nodded in understanding before turning to go back inside.

“Josh.” I caught his attention and tried to stifle my laughter when his wild expression caught my eyes. “Let’s go get our things.”

We decided to kick off our trip at Fall Creek State Park. It wasn’t a long drive, and it gave Josh and I a chance to get used to the van and all its glory. He loved it. Driving was a little different, the wheel turned a bit more stiffly, and the gear shift was a whole different style, but overall he adapted well. I sent a few pictures in the group chat with the band, most of which earned replies of excitement and playful jealousy. The three hour drive to the park was full of conversation. I’d never seen Josh so talkative, which said a lot. We stopped in between the second and third hour for dinner in an old diner, sharing quiet conversation over a stack of homemade pancakes and blueberry syrup. Then we got back on the road. Once we got to the park, it was a struggle to find a campground to settle in. The help of a ranger though, got us going in the right direction.

“I told you.” I pointed to the sign we’d passed a few minutes ago.

“You didn’t tell me shit.” Josh sassed with a playful grin.

“You better watch it.”

Josh pulled into the first empty lot, and we’d crawled out of the van with speed, pulling open the sliding door to step into the vehicle. It was a cramped space, and I had to shove Josh multiple times to get his backside out of my face, but we knew we wouldn’t be in it much other than sleep and driving. The space was sufficient for the things we’d need it for.

“We can’t change at the same time.” I informed him as I sat on the bed, watching his head turn to look at me.

“Sure we can!” I rolled my eyes when Josh pulled the door shut and tossed my bathing suit in my direction. “You just change there, and I’ll change here.” He gestured wildly to the small area, and I merely rolled my eyes at his persistence. I made sure the blinds in front of the windows were closed, and asked Josh to hold a blanket up between the back part of the vehicle and the windshield so nobody could see me. He was happy to do so. He was just as happy to stare at me while I changed too. But I let it slide.

Once I got my bathing suit on, I slid back into my shorts and t-shirt. Then Josh and I switched positions. I held the blanket while he changed into a pair of swim trunks, though I would say, I didn’t stare as much as he did. Only a little.

“Let me grab a few things to throw in a book bag, then I’ll be ready.” I informed him as he slid the van door open again. Josh gave a nod and snagged the strap of his camera bag to haul out with himself. It didn’t take me long to pack a bag. Two water bottles, a few bandages, a couple granola bars. I grabbed a towel too, stuffing that into the bag before I stepped out of the van, an immediate blush spreading across my cheeks when I caught sight of the camera in Josh’s hands.

“Josh.” I scolded in a whined tone, holding a hand up toward the lens, but I didn’t dare touch it.

“It’s okay, just smile. I want a couple pictures.” He was videoing, but I was none the wiser. So I gave in, lowering my hand and standing awkwardly for him. His smile was bright as day while his face lowered to look through the lens once again. “You look beautiful, hun.” He certainly knew how to make me open up. “Absolutely stunning.”

“Are you done yet?” I grew impatient and suspicious quickly, placing my hands on my hips.

“Yeah, yeah. Okay.” He waved a hand dismissively before finally lowering his camera, the item hanging from his neck by a brown leather strap embroidered with a white flower pattern.

“Can we go now? I wanna find those waterfalls.” I asked, hopeful to officially begin our trip.

“Yes, we can go.” Josh held his hand out, and I was swift to interlock our fingers. Work was long forgotten. Miles away back in the heart of Nashville. I had Josh all to myself.

We found a map of the walking trials and tourist spots. I helped Josh locate one of the beautiful waterfalls, and we spent some time trying to find the trail we were supposed to be on. Once we found it, our journey began.

Sometimes we shared a few words, but overall it was a quiet journey. A few stops were taken for photos, some I made Josh take, others he made me stop so he could take. We didn’t have to talk or pay much attention to one another to feel together. Doing this side by side was enough. I was certain Josh was at peace. Feeling a type of serenity he hadn’t felt in a long time. His silence was as comforting as it was off putting. I wondered what he thought. What was going through his head.

“Do you have a paper?” His voice tore through the silence at one point, tentative and distracted. Clearly still enveloped in his thoughts.

“Other than the map? No.”

“Do you have a pen?”

“Yeah. We needed one to write on the map.”

“Can I have it?”

My brow furrowed in amusement, but I turned my back to Josh for him to get the pen nonetheless.

“Side pocket.” He looked in the right one first, inconvenienced to find it wasn’t there. He quickly pulled the pen from the left pocket before unzipping the bag and grabbing our map.

“Hold still.. okay?”

“What?” I craned my neck to peek over my shoulder.

“Just hold still, please. I need to write something.”

“Okay.” I tapped my feet a few times, glancing down at the dirt while I waited for him. When the pen stopped against my back, and I heard it click, I finally turned toward him. Josh had to stretch over me to stick the map back into the book bag, flashing me a quick and lighthearted glare. I chuckled and turned back around so he could zip the bag.

“Can I know what that was?”

“Not yet.”

“Don’t make me wait years.” I groaned dramatically. Josh slipped his hand back into my own and gave a gentle tug to get me walking again. I fell into step beside him.

“You’ll be the first to hear whatever it is I’ve come up with. Okay? I promise.”

“You said that the last time.” I gently swung our hands between us.

“Well.. I mean it this time.”

“Mhm,” I smirked, glancing at him to catch the smirk on his lips.

“Can you at least tell me what’s on your mind then? Clue me in a little.” I bumped my shoulder against his own. Josh’s silence after such a question was normal. He liked to formulate his sentences in his mind before he spoke. At least when it was meaningful. When it wasn’t meaningful, he never gave a single thought to the words that came out of his mouth.

“How beautiful it all is.”

“The forest?”

“Creation.”

I should have known it was deeper than just the surface level things.

“As in.. the entire world?”

“No.” He didn’t elaborate, but I caught on.

Creation as in, the biblical creation. The creation that took seven days. Six if you don’t count the day God rested. The creation that quite literally marked the beginning of the universe.

The creation Josh wasn’t even sure he believed in.

“Somebody made it.” He paused. “Or something made it.”

His family had been raised religious. And while Josh always struggled between believing in the existence of a god or not, he did believe in something. He just didn’t know what.

“Everything has a purpose, you know?” Josh’s eyes fell to the ground. “It all fits together so perfectly. Every thing assists some other thing when it comes to living. It really hits you when you’re in the middle of it all. They used to tell us in Sunday school, that God made everything with a purpose. Sure as hell, everything has a purpose.. it’s just.. you know, there’s no real physical proof of anything.” He glanced at me, and I gave a nod for him to continue.

“There’s never an answer for any of it. You don’t know where it comes from, and even scientists can’t tell you for sure how each atom came together. I’d love to know how something so beautiful came into existence. It’s not fair we don’t get to know everything.” I chuckled softly at the almost childish expression.

“If you knew everything, you’d be unstoppable, rockstar.” I couldn’t stop him from thinking, nor did I want to, but I could try to bring him back from the existential cliff he stood on the edge of.

“Maybe.” Josh delved back into his thoughts at the end of our conversation, eyes trailing back to the forest around us.

I was thankful Josh had as much time on stage as he did, running about and simply being on his feet for hours at a time. He was certainly fit, but his short legs did him no favors when it came to physical activity. So to have the extra strength, it certainly helped. The hour walk went by fairly well, other than the occasional whine about his feet being sore or a groan about his back. Mostly just for attention.

When we came through the clearing in the forest, Josh and I finally came face to face with the beautiful waterfall we’d been on the search for.

“I’m so hot.” I mumbled, the sight of a body of water quickly making me realize my own temperature. I dropped our book bag by a tree and stripped out of my shirt and shorts, tossing both articles haphazardly into the grass before I took off toward the water. I heard Josh’s giggly laughter behind me. “Josh!” I called for him, a shiver wracking my spine the moment my feet hit the water and the droplets splashed up my body.

“I’m coming!” The water slowed my steps the deeper I got, and eventually my feet got caught so deep that I had to stop. I turned just in time to spot Josh running full speed ahead into the body of water, picking his knees up higher as it got deeper. A gasp escaped my lips the moment his body jerked forward, tumbling right beneath the water with a wild yell that sounded incredibly similar to any yell he’s ever let out for an album. I knew before he even surfaced that he had a mouth full of water. Josh’s once wild hair was completely soaked. His head whipped out from beneath the water along with most of his upper body, a scrape on one of his shoulders and one along the left side of his chest. He coughed and coughed, and my concern quickly dissipated. If he could cough he could breathe. He’d be fine.

“This is why we don’t run like idiots into shallow bodies of water.” I scolded as I leaned forward, brushing my fingers along the scrape on his shoulder. I tried my hardest not to laugh. Josh flashed me a distasteful glare and flinched away from my touch. His frown, no matter how real, couldn’t last long. His eyes met my own, and in a flash his lips turned upward in a smile to match my own. Though mischief was masked in his gaze. In my own, pure love and adoration.

That damned camera was recording again. Somewhere set up in the clearing. I caught one glimpse of it when Josh jumped upright and wrapped his arms around my midsection, lifting me up and promptly dropping me right into the water. I tensed in anticipation, prepared to scrape my own body on something, but no pain ever came other than a slight pressure when my back rested against a few rocks. I came up gasping for air, teetering on my feet and moving my hair out of my face. I caught my breath before I shoved Josh’s chest.

“You ass!” I yelled. He laughed.

“Let’s do it again!” His arms reached for me once again, but I immediately backed away.

“No!” His jovial giggles were contagious. The lighthearted nature of the entire ordeal had me laughing along with him. We looked like kids. We felt like kids. Josh always knew how to make anybody feel young.

“Josh I’m soaking wet!” I shouted through laughter as I tried to keep away from him. Though it became harder to move as he backed me deeper into the little lake.

“I am too! Just come here!” He reached for me again, but I swatted his hand away. Josh let out a rather pathetic gasp, cradling his hand to his chest in a flash.

“That didn’t hurt.” I immediately glared at him. But he merely responded with wide sad eyes and a pouting lip. “Josh, fuck off. That didn’t hurt.” I scolded him for his antics. We both knew that if he kept it up long enough, I’d give in. “Joshua.” I glared. He sniffed. I glared harder. “I swear to god, if you start crying in the middle of this place I’m gonna abandon you here.” I’d never dream of it, but we both had a rather aggressive sense of humor. Josh knew I didn’t mean it either, because the second I gave him the idea, he started acting like he was tearing up, drawing in a deep breath and readying for a long wail. Curse his family for supporting his theatre kid dreams. Since when did the the oldest children become so needy for attention?

“Okay! Okay!” I swiftly waded through the water to get to him, forcing my hand over his mouth, dangerously close to being a second too late. Josh’s arms immediately wrapped around me. I tensed, but relaxed when his hands rested on my back. A cheeky grin on his lips.

“That’s all I needed.” He confessed, content to stand there with the sun beating off our backs, wet and chilled, looking like a pair of rats. I rested my hands on his shoulders.

“You stress me out sometimes.” I teased with a quiet laugh somewhere between a sigh and a groan.

“But you love me.” He clarified. I had no choice but to agree with a nod. “May I have a kiss?” He asked, feigning a posh accent.

“You may.” I granted with a curt nod, gasping when he leaned forward and dipped me, the initial shock making my muscles tighten. Then our lips locked. I moaned in delight at the feeling, eyes closed while my hands struggled for a mere moment to slip around Josh’s shoulders. Every kiss with Josh was meaningful, but I saved the word passionate for the ones that felt truly magical. The kisses that made sparks fly. Kisses like these. He pulled away first, careful to help me up onto my feet before he pulled me by my sides into his chest.

“Will you take a few pictures underneath the waterfall for me?” He dipped a finger beneath one of the straps of my swimsuit top. Innocent, but fidgety.

“Yeah, of course. Anything for our documentary.”

“Our?” Josh acted outraged, pulling back with a bewildered look.

“If I’m your star, then yeah, it’s ours.”

“Fine. We split the credit 60/40.” He held his hand out to me.

“50/50 or you can find another star.” I argued. Josh pretended to consider it before he gave in.

“Fine.” We shook hands before trekking out of the water together. I fished the towel from our book bag and helped Josh dry off before he grabbed his camera. Ending the video I was oblivious to him taking.

“Come on.” Josh surprised me by grabbing ahold of my hand, pulling me in the direction of the water fall before I had even dropped the towel. I had to leave it in the grass a few feet from our bag, but with nobody around I assumed it would be fine. He guided me down into the water behind the water fall, holding onto my hand until I was off the slippery rocks.

“I just want a few of you behind the water.” He said, walking a little ways away, occasionally checking the lens to see what the camera would capture. Each area he wrinkled his nose at, until he stepped down into the water and found what he was looking for. What that was, I didn’t know. He gave me a thumbs up and told me to pose. I wasn’t sure what that meant, but I’d been a teenage girl once, so I recalled the old dramatic bathroom photo shoots and mirror selfies, and pulled a few poses out of the old memories.

“Can you cross your wrists above your head?” I raised my brow at Josh’s words, but did so nonetheless. “Stand sideways and arch your back.” I couldn’t help but chuckle as I did so. I felt silly. “Look up.” He paused. “Beautiful.” He complimented, per usual, before taking a few more pictures. “Look over at me.” I turned my head to look at Josh.

“My back is starting to hurt, twinkletones.” I called, just barely hearing the faint click of a few photos being snapped.

“Twinkletones.” Josh laughed. “I like that one.” His head finally lifted. “I’m good now.” He stepped out of the water and came to my aid, pulling me out with a delighted expression. Josh loved music. He loved performing. But there was always a look on his face I could never describe when he was behind a camera. It was his first true love. His first dream before everything else.

“What’s next?” I asked, resting my hand on his shoulder as I stepped up the bank and onto the dry grass.

“I don’t know.. what time is it?” I checked my watch when he asked.

“Seven thirty.”

“The sun sets soon. We can go back to the van? Try to catch it before we shut in for the night?”

“That sounds like a wonderful idea.” I slid my hand into his own as we walked back to our things, grabbing the towel on the way. Josh helped me pack our bag once again, and he slipped his shirt on after.

“We’ll wash off those scrapes too.” I made note of it, and he nodded in understanding.

The walk back to the campground was full of more conversation. Josh showed me the photos he took, and though I insisted he show me the videos, he refused, saying he’d show me when he had the ‘film’ all put together.

“Water?” Josh asked near the end of the trail. I slipped the book bag off my back and unzipped it, retrieving our waters. I passed one to him and asked him to zip the bag for me. “Yeah I got it.” Josh had mumbled before sealing the bag. With the van just in sight, we had stopped to take a few sips of water. I took note of the frizz in his half dried hair, a holy mess I knew I’d have to get used to during the month we’d be out. After we closed the distance between ourselves and the van, Josh dropped down by the sliding door of the vehicle, a long sigh tumbling from his lips as his head fell back against the siding door. I laughed, gently nudging his thigh with my foot as a signal for him to move over. As he did, I slid the door open. I dropped the book bag on the floor and stepped in to gather something for us to sleep in.

“What do you wanna wear?” I called, met with silence. “Josh?” Nothing. I swiftly turned and peeked out of the vehicle. I wasn’t sure if he wasn’t listening, or if he was asleep, but his eyes were closed. I crouched down and leaned forward to pinch his shoulder.

“Ow. Fuck- what?” His eyes quickly opened, looking up at me in irritation. I chuckled.

“What do you wanna sleep in?”

“Got my sweatpants?”

“If you packed them.” I answered swiftly. His expression shifted into consideration, uncertainty, then annoyance again. He slowly stood up, groaning all the while. I slipped back into the van and sat down on the bed, making space for Josh to go through his own bag while I rested my own legs.

“Got ‘em.” He held them up triumphantly, almost slamming his fist against the top of the van.

“Perfect.” I leaned forward to grab the clothes I’d laid out on the small countertop. One of Josh’s t-shirts and a pair of silk shorts. Josh shut the van door and reached for the blanket again. He considered holding it up before he lost interest in the idea, opting out for a new one. He draped the blanket over the headrests of the van, concealing us from the windshield and front window view. There was only a sliver of light coming through, and if one looked in, all they’d see was the tops of our heads.

“Come over.” I patted the empty space on the bed, and Josh quickly sat down next to me. He leaned into my side, sliding his shoulder past my own in such a slow fashion that I knew he was testing the waters. Trying to get away with laying down. “Not yet, troublemaker.” I laughed, pushing him upright. “Pull your shirt off.”

“For sex purposes… or?” I slapped his shoulder.

“For the scrapes on you. Behave.”

“Fine.” He pulled his shirt off and tossed it onto the floor. I began to change while he slipped his shorts off and got into his sweatpants. Once we were both re-dressed, I moved Josh to the floor of the van and opened one of the cupboards below the counter. I grabbed a washcloth and the bottle of hand soap we had, using one of the bottles of water to wet the cloth.

“Tomorrow morning we are finding a place to shower.” I spoke as I prepped the cloth.

“You think there’s shower-houses around here?”

“Probably.” I answered as I put a few pumps of the soap on the cloth, lathering it before I carefully pressed the cloth to his shoulder. I let him hiss through the initial burn before I gently rubbed the raw skin. “But the sun will have set by the time we even find them and that’s not safe.” Like the many true crime documentaries and podcasts we listened to.

“That makes sense.” Josh watched as I worked, using the dry half of the towel to wipe the water and soap from his shoulder before I repeated the process with the scrape on his chest.

“Thanks, beautiful.” Josh whispered as I dried the last scrape, tossing the towel into the sink while I put the soap back.

“Anytime, songbird.” I pushed his frizzy curls back from his forehead, laughing softly at the state of his hair.

“If we open the windows we can catch the sunset from the bed.” Josh slowly stood, walking maybe two steps before he collapsed into the surprisingly comfortable mattress. He reached upward to open the blinds opposite of the pillows. A perfect view.

“I can’t believe I ever ripped on van life.” I whispered as I followed him into bed. I waited for Josh to get properly situated before I laid down beside him.

“I can’t believe you had to talk me into this.”

“You seemed like you needed it. And I know road tripping is something you’ve always been interested in.”

“I couldn’t be happier right now. With you, and this beautiful van, and the wilderness. And I get to capture it all on camera.”

“You should teach me how to take some of those beautiful photos sometime.” If it meant getting a glimpse into his creative world, I would have loved to learn. I shimmied into Josh’s side, resting my head on his chest. I pressed a kiss to his skin, enjoying the warmth he radiated.

“I’d be delighted to.” He shifted his upper body away from my own only for a moment, moving his arm up to wrap beneath my shoulders, pulling me further into his body. I rolled onto my side and draped a leg over his own, placing my head on his chest again.

“How about a normal one though?” I suggested, glancing back toward the counter to grab my phone. I had to stretch to reach it, but once I had it, I opened the camera and raised the device above us. “Smile, J.” I spoke in a sing-song tone, laughing at the over exaggerated smile he gave me. I snapped a few photos with the flash unexpectedly on, but I had no interest in taking more. They didn’t need to look good, I simply wanted a few.

“Oh, oh,” Josh reached for my phone. I quickly handed it over. “Let’s get one of the sunset.” He turned the phone sideways and flipped the camera around. How he found the straightest angle, I’d never know, but he snapped a few photos and looked through them all before handing the phone back. “Okay.. now we can relax.” I set my phone on the mattress beside us.

“Thanks for your permission, sarge.” I teased softly, relishing in the way his chest rose and fell with his sporadic laughter. As the silence settled, I closed my eyes. It had been a great first day. An easygoing one, but a perfect opener to a month full of travel and sightseeing.

“I can’t wait to see the world with you.” I whispered as I rested a hand on his chest by my head. I felt his own hand come down on top of my own.

“The whole month is ours, baby.” I smiled, comforted by the feeling of his lips pressing a kiss to my head.

The whole month was ours.

[triscribeaucollection]

Shuri for the Win snippet

It starts with an error message.

More specifically, it starts when Shuri enters her lab early one morning, still half asleep, and attempts to pull up her itinerary for the day, only to blink blearily at- static. On her worktable. From her systems.

She finds herself abruptly awake, and distinctly uneasy.

Attempting to run a diagnostic comes with... disappointingly little information. According to the computer, there isn’t anything wrong with her schedule. No corrupted data, no broken connection between files. Only the error on Shuri’s part, attempting to pull up something that- wasn’t there.

Which could not be right.

From the age of six, she meticulously planned her schedule, cramming in as much time as possible for lab studies and projects around lessons and events - Shuri can handle spontaneous developments just fine, but when Wakanda and the world beyond were not actually in danger from criminal or alien threats, she likes to have everything neatly laid out each day. She could- could not actually recall what had been on the schedule for that day, but if she’d neglected to plan anything in advance, then there should only be an empty file, not an error message.

So.

Her own mistake, or external interference?

A little over two hours later, after combing through her systems with the digital equivalent of a fine-toothed comb and opening up several panels to check physical hardware, Shuri concludes no one has gotten into her lab’s private network to deliver any sort of virus or commit other sabotage. Yet, the error message persists. Assigning an algorithm to search for any other signs of static turns up several: at least one block of time on any given day every two weeks or so, going back over a year. Shuri wracks her brain, but cannot recall anything significant she’d done or attempted to avoid on those dates. The only stand-out which she does remember was a three day visit to New York City, which involved meeting with a Stark Industries liaison, checking in with the Wakandan representatives assigned to the United Nations, and- and-

-and something.

Upon realizing she can’t recall what else happened on that trip, Shuri pulls up memory files downloaded from her kimoyo beads, hastily seeking out the dates in question. No visual footage or audio recordings, unfortunately, but at least the data of her movements remain. Shuri opens a screen with a map of the city, transfers the recorded coordinates, and watches an accelerated accounting of where she went each day. At first, only the official buildings she can remember; then, a large amount of time traveling by foot around the section of the city known as ‘Queens’. Which Shuri does not recall in the slightest.

Her fingers drum against the edge of her worktable. When the simulation ends, she saves the map and painted route, then dismisses everything in order to sit back and stare at her blank screens.

An error in the computer was one thing.

An identical error in her own mind... it left an uneasy twist in her stomach.

At least the benefit of her itinerary being unexpectedly clear meant Shuri could immediately go find someone to ask for help.

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I've got this plus two more pages up on my Patreon page, behind the paywall for now but scheduled to be available to anyone in a few weeks. Hopefully I jot some more down soon and get a chapter onto AO3, but not until after I make some more progress on my other big fix-it fic projects

[dalgursbate]

sick as a god (2/?)

Summary:

The last thing Gracia remembers is dying. — A solo run AU where the Emperor and Orpheus have no involvement in the main plot. Instead, Raphael has taken it upon himself to prevent the Tav from succumbing to ceremorphosis—though not exactly out of the goodness of his heart, of course.

Pairing: Raphael/Tav Rating: T (for now) WC: 3.5k CW: check the tags

gracia.

Gracia kills the elf holding a dagger to her throat, channeling the Morninglord’s radiance and incinerating him with a single touch. Immediately, his skin blackens and crumbles in a manner that reminds her of how tissue paper turns to ash in a fireplace. 

It isn’t on purpose; she simply did not anticipate that her magic would destroy him so easily, although she supposes in the moment she was more concerned with getting him off of her than she was with pulling her punch.  It is not until after he burns to a lifeless crisp that she realizes he was infected with a tadpole as well, his parasite calling out weakly to hers as he dies.

She frowns. He might have been able to be of use to her.

You don’t need him, little mouse, Raphael whispers, low and dark, inside of her head. Were she a more reactive person, the sudden intrusion might cause her to jump. Instead, her only response is the slight widening of her eyes. You don’t need anyone but me.

Is that so? she thinks back to him, and she wonders how deep this connection between them runs. If he can hear her every thought.

I protect my investments, he responds, which is not quite an answer to her question, and yet nevertheless tells her what she needs to know.

Gracia hums aloud. I’m an investment, am I?

His chuckle fills every corner of her mind, then, warm and sultry and indulgent. Yes, doveling. And a precious one at that.

Which is it, Raphael? Am I a mouse or a dove? she asks, and the corner of her lip twitches up wryly; despite herself, she finds him amusing. 

You, my dear, are everything.

As she continues traveling, Raphael repeats pretty much the same line about the man in the stone, the gith in the cage: You do not need them. 

So Gracia leaves them to their fates.

It’s not that she believes him about being important—of course she doesn’t. But she knows he’s the only thing keeping her transformation at bay and she doesn’t really see the value in displeasing him to partner with adventurers who’d only slow her down, or who wouldn’t understand that she’s on a mission more vital than merely preventing her metamorphosis into an illithid. 

More than that, she can’t find it within herself to care about any of the strangers she’s met since waking up on the beach. If she’s honest, most of them have seemed kind of annoying.

Gracia never used to be this callous, she knows. She should probably be worried about what that means. At the very least, she ought to start learning to fake it; she doubts anyone will be willing to help her if they’re able to see the true depths of her indifference. So she practices her faces as she walks, idly chatting to herself and trying on different expressions. By the time she’s reached the Emerald Grove, she thinks she’s maybe figured out how to feign a smile that doesn’t sit so awkwardly on her features.

Keep it up, mouse—you may well trick them into thinking you’re still human.

raphael.

Ever since the Nautiloid first crashed into Avernus, Raphael has been intrigued. 

So often, the schemes of evildoers lack any regard for style, for flair. Frequently, he has found himself lamenting the utter absence of joie de vivre in the plans of today’s masterminds—have these villains no sense of panache?

Evidently, in most cases the answer to that question is ‘yes.’

But the Chosen of the Dead Three have done something a little more interesting than your typical, run-of-the-mill ne’er-do-wells. First, they’ve stolen the Crown of Karsus, an ancient relic of potent Netherese magic, from Mephistopheles. This is already a tick in their favor, given Raphael’s opinion of his father. Additionally, he must admit that using the crown’s netherstones to subdue an elder brain is an excellent touch. But infecting mortal minds with illithid parasites and turning them into a starving army of slaves to the brain that they control? Now that’s inventive. He has to give credit where it’s due, and the Chosen clearly deserve it. 

Which makes it all the more enticing to thwart them and take the Crown for himself.

As such, he’s been a tad fixated on those with the parasite of late; the vulnerability of that position makes them prime targets for manipulation, the alluring scent of their desperation so very sweet to his nose. His plan had been to partner with a handful of them, the most capable he could find, to offer them protection from the ceremorphosis looming over them in exchange for the delivery of the Crown.

But then he met her. Gracia, the lovely little cleric without a soul. 

The very instant he noticed her plight, he realized that he must have her for his collection; the irony of it all is simply too delicious for him to resist. Still, his plan at that point had been roughly the same: to encourage her to form a party with the other infected until they became strong enough to take on the elder brain. Once they succeeded, he intended to collect his prize. Or—if he could manage to play his cards right—his prizes, plural.

He thought it to be a pretty solid plan. Not quite foolproof, but Raphael has never been a fool.

Except, then he saw that roguish vampire wrestling with her on the ground, and he knew he couldn’t abide any interference with his control over her. It wouldn’t do, would it, for her to be distracted from her mission by some handsome nobody, or swayed by the righteous into resisting his temptations. 

No, if he wants to accomplish all of his goals here, he needs her alone. Besides, she clearly possesses more than enough power on her own to take care of herself.

And if she ever needs a helping hand? Well, Raphael’s more than happy to lend her the one that isn’t holding the pen.

gracia.

When she arrives at The Grove, there’s a skirmish happening in front of the gate. The decision to join the fray with the humans and tieflings is an easy one; it is clear this is a settlement of some kind, and her aid may be the quickest path to engendering their favor. 

With her fighting alongside them, the battle passes with relative expedience. The group of them slaughters the attackers in a matter of minutes, with only a couple of human corpses joining those of the goblins on the blood-soaked ground. Gracia probably could have prevented their deaths if she had thought to heal them, but she didn’t, and she hopes the survivors do not hold that against her.

They must not, because once the last goblin falls, she is quickly ushered inside the gate.

She learns that there is some tension between the tieflings and the druids, but figures it’s not really her business to get involved in that; instead, she focuses on the much more promising information she’s been given, about a healer called Nettie who might be able to help her. That leads her past the sacred pool and into some sort of stone building.

As soon as she enters, she sees a tiefling girl being threatened by a venomous snake.

“Please, I’m sorry!” the girl begs, and Gracia thinks she must be rather brave, because she is managing not to cry despite her position.

One of the druids in the room, a human man, says, “This is madness, Kagha, she’s just a—”

“—a what, Rath?” a wood elf, presumably Kagha, interrupts. “A thief, a poison, a threat? I will imprison the devil.” She looks over at Gracia, then. “And I will cast out every stranger.”

“What did she do?” she asks. “Presumably you have bigger threats than children to contend with, given the scene at your gate.”

“This ‘child’ stole our most holy idol,” Kagha hisses, and the snake beside her bares its fangs in tandem. “She is a parasite.”

“No, she is a waste of your valuable time,” Gracia says. “Let me handle the girl; consider it a favor for your hospitality.”

Kagha agrees, though her reluctance is evident on her face. The child, whose name she later learns is Arabella, runs over to her and clutches her leg gratefully. 

Gracia leads her out of the sanctum, then crouches down to face her. “Run along to your mum and dad. Pretend I gave you a stern talking to.”

Arabella giggles, high on the adrenaline of not being dead, which is something Gracia can relate to. “Okay, miss.”

She pats the child’s head and sends her off skipping back to her parents, surprisingly relieved to have been able to help in some way. It is at least comforting to know she hasn’t turned into a complete monster. Not yet.

It very quickly becomes clear that Nettie isn’t going to be able to help her with the tadpole; Gracia doesn’t even bother asking about her soul.

When she sets up camp in the Grove that night, Raphael materializes across from her in his human disguise, lounging in a distinctly leonine sort of way.

“No luck with the healer?” he tuts with a pout. “What a pity.”

“Yes, I’m sure you’re very broken up about it.” Gracia continues to make dinner as though he weren’t there.

“Poor little cleric.” He heaves a sarcastic sympathetic sigh. “Whatever shall you do about this problem of yours?”

She looks at him coyly, fluttering her eyelashes exaggeratedly in a mockery of his own attempts at seduction. In a breathy simper, she says, “If only there were a big, strong devil to take care of it for me.”

He sneers at her. “My, aren’t you precocious.”

Gracia grows tired of their game. She drops the voice. “What do you want, Raphael?”

“In due time, pet,” he says, smiling again. “Tonight, I just came by to say hello.”

“Why?”

Raphael places a hand over his heart, pretending to be hurt. “Am I not allowed to simply enjoy your company?”

“If this is about my company, I can think of more interesting things to do than trade useless banalities with one another.”

He looks at her curiously. “Like what, precisely?”

“Fighting, fucking. Whatever.” She shrugs. “Anything to cut through the tedium.”

He blinks at her in stunned silence for a moment, before leveling her with a beaming grin brighter than the moonlight. “Why, little mouse, I didn’t know you desired me like that.”

“I don’t, really,” Gracia says honestly. His brow furrows. “I’m mostly just bored. Especially since you’ve insisted I journey alone.”

“Well, in that case.” Raphael stands and bows politely. “I shall leave you to…entertain yourself.”

“All right.”

She doesn’t miss the scowl on his face as he disappears, filling the air with the scent of cherries.

[canni8al]

hi! i’m so sorry this is gonna be weird and out of nowhere.. but i just started getting into league of legends/arcane recently & going through the grapevine of old posts & fanart (from 2012-2017), and i stumbled upon some of your old jinx cosplays!

first off, just wanna say ur cosplay is very cool, even like, a decade later.

secondly, i noticed some of ur old reposts & commissions of vi/jinx, and i thought it was interesting! i’ve pieced together that they weren’t considered siblings back then since ive came across alot of different ship art of them from that era.

i also noticed that you and your (maybe former?) gf cosplayed them together & had matching usernames and i thought it was sweet. there were a few other people that i came across who did the exact same thing with their partners & it was so cool to look at. unfortunately i couldn’t ask them anything as they’re inactive 😞.

to get to my point,,, i basically just wanted to know if the ship was popular at all? what were peoples reasonings for liking it? and when they were confirmed as sisters, were people disappointed? were you? and when did that confirmation happen?

i’m asking this because i saw that some people still ship them to this day, and i thought it was odd at first but then i wondered if i was in any place to judge, as i’ve just learned that them being sisters wasn’t always a thing. so i’m assuming there’s just still people out there who’ve shipped them for so long and just can’t let go despite what happened.

if it was MY favorite pairing that got turned into siblings, i know i’d be super pissed. that’s alot of passion, art, cosplays and more down the drain immediately. i could tell that you used to like them a lot so i just wanted to hear your experience. & maybe ur thoughts on their new sibling dynamic in arcane as well!

again, this is SO weird and out of the blue. you absolutely do not have to answer if you feel uncomfortable, but any kind of response is appreciated. i also don’t mean to sound like a stalker or anything like that, i’ve just been extremely curious since i joined the fandom not too long ago, and just wonder what everything was like before arcane. i also like to see how people perceived certain characters and ships before the show, and compare and contrast them. i’ve been in ask boxes pretty frequently today so ur not the only one😅, just trying to learn. if there’s any other information you’d like to give me for my journey, please feel free.

thank you so much if you answer and have an amazing day! really hope u see this ^_^

this is totally not a DM i ever expected to get, but hi!

thank you so much!! i really appreciate that!!

yes, that's my ex. we broke up well before arcane was released so i can't speak for how she felt about it, but i can totally talk about how i felt.

honestly? the story that's been cultivated with them and their sibling dynamic has surpassed anything i could have ever expected. i adore it. i love love love arcane.

when i was roleplaying jinx, i felt that i had come up with some random sort of headcanon backstory just to have something (being in the roleplaying community, it didn't always feel like you had to have as much information as possible, but it definitely felt like i should and that it helped, if that makes sense), but i never jived with it. it was just there to fill an empty page for the sake of filling it (and having a little fun with it).

in hindsight, it's obvious that they were sisters--but i think that (for me at least), because my ex and i loved them both so much, and we were together, it was sort of unthinkable that they'd be related. so in a way, with that hindsight, i believe it was a bit of projecting LOL

as soon as it all came out, i had that sort of "ew" moment thinking back on all of the shippy things we'd done, but i didn't like, make myself feel too bad about it because we really just didn't know. and especially with when jinx came out and in the years following her release, riot reworked a lot of the lore, did away with "the league" altogether, and revamped their entire world. it has us thinking, "well, is any of this info to be trusted anymore?" about everything they'd written and released pre-change.

once it was absolutely confirmed that they were sisters, i logged into my old jinx blog and started deleting or hiding what i could easily find of the shipping content. it felt a little gross to leave up if i had the ability to do away with it. there is no sense of posterity in keeping it.

as an unasked-for-addendum, i love cait/vi. i always have. it's a fantastic dynamic to say the least. i absolutely feigned childish hatred for it for awhile because of the ship i already had, but cait/vi is, without a doubt, where it's at.

i'd imagine that jinx/vi shippers had a similar feeling of "oh, ew, this feels kind of gross--but let's move on, because we didn't know any better, and now we do." or at least i'd hope so.

[crimechannels]

By • Olalekan Fagbade Minister to Ministry officials: Wahala don come, I'll increase your BP Peeved by the growing level of filth and haphazard transportation system in the nation’s capital, Abuja, the Minister of the Federal Capital Territory FCT, Nyesom Wike, has charged top officials of the administration to sit up or seek redeployment elsewhere. Specifically, he ordered the director in charge of the Abuja Environmental Protection Board, AEPB, to clean up the city, saying he would be on his case to the point of increasing his blood pressure. On transportation, Wike told top officials of the secretariat in pidgin that wahala don come. He gave the charge yesterday in Abuja while receiving handing over notes from the Permanent Secretary in the FCTA, Mr Olusade Adesola. He said: “I will ensure that Abuja gets the best. You will see projects upon projects, and projects that will be completed and not abandoned. “I am not a party to abandoned projects. I start a project when there is money, as such we will look into our finances before we begin any project. “I believe in the renewed hope of President Bola Tinubu, and Nigerians will see the difference in no distant time”. He said in the meantime, there had to be immediate deliverables to assure the people that the government was determined to turn the fortunes of the territory around. “We are here to deliver the short-term deliverables for people to see that Abuja is coming back to what it was supposed to be. People are complaining of street lights not working, I am complaining too. We must fix it within the shortest possible time”, he said. The former Rivers State governor charged the director in charge of street lights to do everything possible in the shortest possible time to restore lights to the streets of Abuja. On sanitation, Wike said he would be mounting immense pressure on the director in charge to the point that he might even develop high blood pressure. He declared: “You must be ready to work hard. I must make sure I give you BP, so you must work hard. You can’t be sleeping when the environment is dirty. You can’t be a director for anything. ”It is an opportunity for us to tell Nigerians and Mr President that we cannot disappoint. If you are in charge of sanitation, buy your drugs, carry them all the time because I will disturb you all the time to make sure Abuja is clean.” On transportation, Wike said: “Wahala don come, there are too many illegal bus stops in the city. I have respect for women, but this one I will not. If you don’t have the capacity, let us replace you now. ”In this job, people will not like you, but in the end, if you do it well, you will be appreciated. Things are tough, yes, but we cannot live in a lawless society because things are tough.” On her part, Minister of State in the FCT, Dr Mariya Mahmoud, said with the support of staff, what Wike had done in Rivers would be replicated in the FCT. “I am of the firm belief that, together, and with your support, we will replicate what the Minister (Wike) has done in Rivers in the nation’s capital, especially at the area councils and satellite towns. “This is so that the lives of our people in the rural areas will be positively touched. It is also instructive to state that maximum commitment, cooperation, and loyalty are expected from all staff because it will not be business as usual. “We will run with the vision of President Tinubu, which we will be unveiling as we hit the ground running,” she said. Earlier, the permanent secretary assured the ministers of the unalloyed support of the entire staff of the FCT Administration in ensuring the actualisation of the mandate of President Tinubu. Also, Executive Secretary, Federal Capital Development Authority FCDA, Shehu Hadi, thanked Wike and Mahmoud for accepting to serve and reposition the FCT.