#but then sans lies down on top of them just because he could

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Day 4: Lazy

What a messy evening...

[tgcg]

an open fly walking

i didnt like this one but i thought id finally air it out since its been sat in my folders for months now

TG: hey karkat

CG: YEAH?

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TG: you ever noticed you like

TG: walk weird

CG: WOW, OKAY.

CG: HAVE *YOU* EVER NOTICED THAT I DON'T GIVE A SHIT?

TG: pff

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TG: no listen because i got my ears scoping that shit im like a scouter for dude activity

TG: ok maybe me mentioning it to you is gonna fuck up your ecosystem or something but

TG: you have the heaviest feet of the century man

CG: I DO???

TG: just thrust them straight down into the ground like youre trying to homebrew a san andreas fault

TG: viciously tamping on tectonic plates hoping for top score on the richter scale

TG: waging war against solid particles and the basic flow of gravity

TG: i could ID those footfalls out of a million i mean it

CG: SERIOUSLY?

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TG: i mean theres nothing wrong with it but

TG: yeah

CG: I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU'RE FUCKING WITH ME RIGHT NOW.

TG: im not fucking with you striders honor

TG: when have i ever lied to anybody about anything

CG: NOT UNPACKING THAT QUESTION WITH YOU TODAY.

CG: BUT SHIT, HOLD ON. LET ME SEE.

TG: yeah take the umbrella go over there and just walk to me

CG: ON IT.

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TG: see you just kinda slam em straight down dude

CG: THIS IS THE WORST DAY OF MY RIOTOUS FUCKING JOKE OF A LIFE.

TG: dont your feet ache

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CG: MOOT POINT. THIS MIGHT SOUND INSANE BUT I'VE ACTUALLY HAD MY STRUT PODS FOR A WHILE. ANY KIND OF PAIN THIS WOULD'VE BEEN CAUSING WOULD BE TOTALLY FILTERED OUT OF MY SPONGE BY NOW AS BACKGROUND NOISE.

TG: damn i didnt think that through

TG: my shades

CG: ALRIGHT, GET BACK UNDER THE SHITTING UMBRELLA AND THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME.

TG: look ive fucked myself over here too i dont have shit to clean these with

TG: ugh

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TG: guess its karma

CG: HOLY FUCK. HOW DID I NEVER NOTICE THIS BEFORE?

TG: i dunno but im gonna assume having a dad thats a literal crab monster is probably a contributing factor

TG: im guessing thats not a great role model for this kinda thing

TG: just conjecture i mean

CG: YOUR ENVY IS OVERWHELMINGLY OBVIOUS DAVE. AS A DISCLAIMER, HE WOULD'VE ABSOLUTELY KICKED YOUR ASS.

TG: yeah probably

CG: THAT'S PRETTY MUCH ALL THERE IS TO SAY ON THE MATTER.

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TG: but see bro had me stringent on feather feets

TG: i bet i could slip across a bike horn warehouse with nary a fucking toot

CG: HAHA. ASSUMING YOU DON'T MAKE A TOTAL ASS OF YOURSELF, AS PER USUAL.

CG: IF YOU WEREN'T CONSTANTLY RUNNING YOUR GASH ABOUT EVERYTHING AND BEING AN INIMITABLE CLOWN I SERIOUSLY THINK YOU COULD BE ON PAR WITH YOUR CUSTODIAN.

CG: THAT IS A MONUMENTAL "IF".

TG: well look at it this way

TG: im basically doing you all a favor by being a dumbass

TG: never gonna get caught off guard by the bozo patrol

CG: WOW. GOOD POINT.

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TG: also screw this can i use your shirt

TG: this stupid hoodie is just smudging my lenses up

TG: i cant see dick

CG: UH

CG: SURE, I GUESS.

TG: cool

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TG: so yeah i could be prowling around like a goddamn verbal assassin sniping convos left and right

TG: but no ive got the decency to go bunp in the night

CG: YEAH.

CG: IT'S DEFINITELY COMPOUNDED BY THE CONSTANT INANE RAMBLINGS.

CG: BUT

CG: IT'S ACTUALLY PRETTY RELAXING, Y'KNOW? IT HAS ITS OWN RHYTHM.

TG: see yeah i sound it off and

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TG: wait really?

CG: YEAH

CG: I DON'T KNOW

CG: FUCK. HOW DO I EXPLAIN THIS WITHOUT WANTING TO CRAM MY FROND DOWN MY PROTEIN CHUTE.

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CG: IT'S LIKE

CG: A SALVE FOR MY AGGRAVATION SPONGE.

CG: YOUR VOICE IS THE HUMAN EQUIVALENT OF ASPIRIN.

TG: uh damn karkat hold your hoofbeasts i was talking about the rhythm thing

CG: ALRIGHT, THAT'S IT. I'M TAKING US BOTH THE FUCK OUT RIGHT NOW. YOU HAVE REACHED THE BAD END OF THIS CONVERSATION.

TG: you think thatd be heroic or just

CG: IF I WAS STILL GHOSTING AROUND THE RUINS OF SGRUB'S ARCANE FRIGGIN GAME SYSTEMS, THE COMPLETE LACK OF SHIT AFOOT NOWADAYS WOULD BORE ME TO DEATH.

CG: LIKE. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME OUR THERMAL HULL LEVELLED UP, DAVE?

TG: hah

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TG: but uh

TG: i mean we had aspirin on earth

CG: NO, NUMBNUBS.

CG: I'M SAYING YOU ARE MY ASPIRIN.

TG: oh

CG: YEAH, TAKE THAT TO THE BANK AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR 20-KARAT ASS.

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TG: heh

TG: well get this

TG: i will literally talk at you forever for free

TG: you got lifetime priority seating for the davealogues

TG: never gotta go to the drugstore again you can just get doped up on my dulcet tones for the rest of time

TG: take that and some of this

TG: im packin punches

CG: OW, FUCK! NO! MY MIGRAINES!

CG: SWEEPS OF VEINCLOTTING AND NERVEFRAYING DOWN THE FUCKING GAPER. BECAUSE OF YOU.

CG: YOU ASSHOLE, THIS IS THE WORST THING THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED TO ME.

CG: AND YOU'RE LAUGHING.

TG: chuckle up it only gets worse from here

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CG: BE HONEST WITH ME. DID FONDLING MY SHIRT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET EVEN DO ANYTHING?

TG: barely but yknow sometimes you just gotta deal the cards youre given

TG: ill just be astigmatic for a while its cool

CG: PFF… OKAY MAN.

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When Eight Becomes Nine - Chapter Thirteen

Okie so I know I said this chapter was fluffy, I lied. It took a turn and I'm sorry but not sorry?

Pairing: Ateez x 9th member!reader  Summary: Part one of Ateez taking y/n out for a fun day in Seoul! wc: 2.8k AU: a/b/o  Genre: Fluff/Angst  warnings: anxiety, fear of heights, panic attacks/almost panic attacks, sexist and misogynistic thoughts (Women/omegas belong in the kitchen, etc.), alphas being assholes, mentions of fighting, violence, insults masterlist

Wooyoung had decided the one place she had to visit was Lotte World Tower, because of course they have to start out at the tallest place imaginable. It didn’t take them long to arrive at the tower, and as y/n looked upwards, she felt herself get a little woozy. Yunho, who had been keeping an eye on her the entire ride, stepped up behind her, his hands coming to land on her shoulders as he leaned down close to her.

“Are you sure you’re okay to do this? You can back out and none of us will be mad. I think you know this, but Seonghwa is afraid of heights too, so he and Mingi will be going somewhere else in the area while we spend time up at the top of the tower.” Yunho informed her, keeping his voice at a whisper while the others were occupied talking to each other.

“I’m okay. But if it’s too much, can I leave and come back down to the ground floor?” She asked the alpha behind her.

“Of course. If it gets to be too much for you, come to me and tap me twice and I’ll take you down right away, no questions asked.” He told her, squeezing her shoulders before pulling back and letting go of the smaller omega.

This was when the others, minus the duo that Yunho had mentioned, came back over to the two, asking if they were ready to head in. After quickly nodding, Hongjoong guided the seven inside, bypassing the line and heading straight for the elevator to the observation deck. Wooyoung immediately took his place beside her once they were all situated in the elevator, reaching out to grab her hand as the ride up to the top quickly went by. She was dragged out of the elevator right to the windows to look over the city, holding her breath for a moment as she looked out at Seoul, amazed at how far the city sprawled outwards.

“Why are you gripping my hand so hard?” Wooyoung asked, whining towards the end.

“I’m sorry, just a bit uncomfortable with so many people here, it’s a lot for me.” She told the older man, not fully lying, but not telling him the actual reason.

“Oh, baby omega,” Wooyoung cooed, pulling her in for a hug, “It’s okay. We’re here, you’ll be okay.” He comforted her, which helped slightly, but until she was back on the ground, she wouldn’t be back to being fully okay.

San wandered over to the two, smiling at seeing the two omegas hugging. The beta wrapped his arms around them, rocking them back and forth, which made y/n’s nerves become even further on edge. She could see in the corner of her eye that Yeosang and Hongjoong were all milling around one of the windows, seeming to be discussing something with serious faces. Yunho and Jongho were nowhere to be seen, at least not within her eyesight. Before she realized it, Wooyoung and San were pulling her over to the part of the deck that had the glass flooring. She tried to calm her breathing, though it wasn’t working as well as she would have hoped. The beta/omega duo were insistent on taking her over to stand on it so they could take pictures of her, and so she could take the “cool looking down at the ground” photos, or at least that’s what her brain supplied to her as what they said. Her head was elsewhere, trying to figure out what to do, and what would cause the least amount of a scene.

They stopped pulling her, and she looked down to see that she was on top of the glass flooring, and her instinct was to jump away, but Wooyoung held onto her arm which stopped her.

“We’re gonna take photos, stop being so impatient to go and see the rest of the building!” He said to her, a smile on his face.

“I’m good, I don’t need photos, Wooyoung.” She told the other omega, trying to get her arm free from his grip.

“Of course you need photos! It’s your first time here!” He told her.

She saw Yunho pop up from the corner of her eye, and start heading towards the trio. She knew she had to stand up for herself, and make her fears known, but she hadn’t wanted to disappoint Wooyoung as he was so excited to take her here. She took a deep breath, gathering her courage to tell Wooyoung.

“Wooyoung, I’m afraid of heights and the longer you keep me here on the glass, the more likely I am to have a panic attack or get sick or pass out, or all three. Please let me go.” She told her fellow omega, closing her eyes to avoid looking down as she normally would in this type of situation.

The result was immediate, Wooyoung’s arm dropping away from her own, and a set of arms pulling her from where she stood. She opened her eyes to see Jongho was the one who had pulled her away, before Yunho could get close.

“Are you okay?” The alpha asked her.

“I’m doing better now. I won’t be okay until I’m down on the ground again. Heights are not my thing, and glass flooring is definitely not my thing.” She told the alpha, taking a deep breath before stepping away to have some space, the youngest alpha allowing her that space, and San stopping Wooyoung from crowding her once again. The looks on their faces displaying how bad they felt for forcing her into a situation that she clearly feared, and that they were so hell-bent on making sure she experienced it, that they didn’t think to stop and ask if she wanted to do it at all.

“Why didn't you say that you didn’t like heights? I wouldn’t have brought you here, I would have taken you somewhere else? Did you not trust us enough? I’m sorry, y/n.” Wooyoung asked, apologizing in the end.

“I’m sorry I didn’t notice either, y/n. I never meant to cause you anxiety with my actions, and I’m sorry that I didn’t notice your anxiety and reluctance and instead was the cause of more anxiety for you.” San said, as he and Wooyoung bowed in apology to you.

“I didn’t want to ruin your good mood, Wooyoung. You looked so excited to take me here, and I figured I could deal with the anxiety until we were back down on ground level again. I’m not the biggest fan of heights, so these kinds of things are a bit scary to me, and glass floors cause me a lot of anxiety.” Y/n explained to the two.

Darling, you could have said something to us, we would have understood.” San said to her, his voice having just a hint of sadness in it at her words.

“Yeah! If you had said you couldn’t do this, I would have found somewhere else for us to visit, I would never want to force you to do something you’re not comfortable with just because it was somewhere I wanted to take you. So please, tell us no when we suggest things you don’t like?” Wooyoung followed up San’s words with a pleading look in his eyes that also spoke to the regret he felt for suggesting they come here.

“I promise I will speak up next time, okay? Today was just such a great day after all of the fighting earlier, I didn’t want to bring the mood down again by shooting your suggestion down.” Y/n said.

“I told her that if she needed to get out of here, all she had to do was come and tap me twice and I’d take her back down. She had an out, Wooyoung, if she felt this was all too much.” Yunho spoke up, reminding them all that he was here.

Wooyoung nodded at Yunho, seemingly feeling a little bit better knowing that one of the others knew about this and had a way to help y/n out of this situation should she have needed it. Jongho only pulled the smallest omega closer to him, feeling touchy and protective in a way that normally he wouldn’t, as the others usually were the ones to feel this way. She looked up at him and giggled, only adjusting herself so that she was a bit more comfortable, letting the youngest alpha hold onto her for as long as he felt he needed to.

A couple minutes later, the remaining two wandered over to the five, wondering what was going on. “What’s going on here?” Yeosang asked, tilting his head in curiosity.

“Wooyoung and San dragged y/n over to the flooring here only to almost make her have a panic attack. Because she’s afraid of heights, which the glass floor would only make worse.” Jongho said bluntly, knowing it would only result in consequences for the duo.

“Oh,” Hongjoong stayed quiet for a moment, “You two, in my room once we’re back home, yes?” The smile on his face sent chills down everyone’s spines, as they knew that smile on the pack alpha’s face meant nothing good.

This marked the end of their trip, as Hongjoong quickly ushered everyone back to the elevator to go back down to ground level, not wanting to cause anymore anxiety to his newest member. Seonghwa and Mingi met them outside of the tower, both carrying more than a few bags between the two of them. Both of them noticed Jongho’s closeness to the sole female member of the group and Seonghwa noted it to ask about later.

“Are we ready to go to the next place?” Mingi asked, looking at them.

“We’re ready to go. Yunho, it’s your place next, right?” Yeosang answered, looking at his fellow member.

The golden retriever of a man nodded, confirming that his chosen place was next. “I promise it’s not another tower, and technically this is Mingi’s favorite place too, but he picked another one so we had a bit of variety.” He told the youngest omega.

The journey seemed to speed by, even with the traffic on the way to wherever Yunho had decided on taking her. It very quickly came clear once the car came closer to Han River, dropping them off where directed to by the tallest member. Once all nine were out of the car, Yunho took the lead, directing them to an area set out for them, as the security members that had been guarding it for them left at the man’s command.

“You set this up? How did you get this done so quickly?” y/n asked Yunho, surprised at what he had arranged so quickly.

“I had some help from our security crew plus some other friends of mine, who were nice to set this all up for us,” Yunho explained, “You should dig in, before it gets cold.” 

He directed everyone, but especially y/n, as the platter laid out was a lot of Korean fast food that he thought she might want to try. Some of it she had tried before, while some of it was completely new to her, but she didn’t hesitate to try at least a bite of everything. The most foreign thing for her might have been the corn on pizza, as it seems like such an odd thing to have on pizza, but after having a bite, she could see where it fit in with the other ingredients.

She enjoyed the time with the eight men outside of the company and the group’s own dorm, the atmosphere was much more relaxed and casual, and she let herself relax and enjoy this down time. Y/n knew she wouldn’t get much more of it from tomorrow onwards.

“Are you excited to get to do all of the ‘idol things’ we do?” San asked y/n, a smile on his face as he laid down on the grass next to her, having moved over from the main group.

“Yes, but also no,” she answered, “I’m excited, but I’ve seen how busy life can get as an idol, so I’m going to miss all of my freetime.”

San nodded, the beta knowing that she wasn’t wrong, Ateez never really stopped working, not for long anyways. They did take breaks when the members’ heats and ruts occurred, but other than that rest was almost nonexistent.

“You’re not wrong, but I think you’ll find the work to be enjoyable. Plus you still have to get introduced to Atiny, which will be fun. Oh, and they’ve been working on other things too!” The beta enthused, rambling on excitedly about the plans he knew were happening in the near future, as well as where she’d fit in with everything.

At the sound of footsteps behind them, San looked up as y/n turned around, finding that Yunho was the source.

“Yunho-yah, what’s up?” San asked the dancer.

“I’m here to steal y/nnie away from you for a bit.” Yunho replied, making the beta pout.

“But I was just getting some time with her,” San whined, making y/n giggle.

“I’m sure Yunho won’t keep me for long,” she told the man, before getting up to stand next to the tall grey-haired man.

“Fine,” San said, “but come back soon.”

Yunho led y/n away, towards a quieter part of the area that also happened to be more secluded as well. It was a bit of a walk, so they filled the time talking about funny stories from their childhood.

“-and then the gym teacher picked him up and dropped him in the trash can. All because he joked about it and then didn’t pay attention when Mr. Mercer was talking.” Y/n told Yunho, causing the older man to laugh.

“I don’t think I have any stories like that from my school days, but I have many stories about Mingi-yah.” He told y/n, chuckling to himself as he’s reminded of more than a few things Mingi would be embarrassed about if y/n was told about them.

They were engrossed in their own little world, chatting and giggling until y/n ran into a wall, knocking her backwards.

“Ah yes, a stupid omega who can’t watch where she’s going.” The wall, which was actually an alpha, sneered.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going.” Y/n apologized to the rude alpha, disregarding the insult to not escalate the situation.

However, Yunho didn’t have the same thought. “You shouldn’t have been standing on the sidewalk, and she’s not stupid,” he said.

“I can stand wherever I want, and keep your fucking omega at home, where she belongs,” the alpha shot back at Yunho.

“Yunho, just let it go, it’s fine.” Y/n tried to convince the idol, not wanting to get him in trouble, or have the shithead alpha get any more violent.

“He’s insulting you, I won’t let that stand,” Yunho replied, before looking back up at the alpha in front of them.

A crowd had started to gather, making y/n feel unsettled, knowing that Yunho could get recognized soon if he hadn’t been already. And she didn’t yet have any of the other’s numbers, so she couldn’t reach out to them for help.

“...you really can’t control your omega well, huh? You really should just take her home and leave her in the kitchen. Or better yet, give her to me, and I can show you how a real alpha controls their omega. You obviously don’t like her that much, considering she has no mating bite on her neck.” The alpha continued, and the scent of burnt oranges coming from Yunho only grew stronger. 

Y/n grabbed Yunho’s arm, trying to pull the alpha away from the confrontation. She didn’t want them to get into trouble, plus she wasn’t the person for confrontations with alphas like the one Yunho is about to fight. They never changed their minds, and fighting wouldn’t prove anything. She’s dealt with enough of them to know that they wanted to get a rise out of omegas and anyone they could, while truly believing that omegas were inferior to them.

Yunho tugged his arm out of her hold, moving in front of her and closer to the other alpha.

“Yu, please. It’s not worth it.” She pleaded with the man, who only shook his head.

“You should really listen to the dumb bunny, wouldn’t want to mess up your pretty face.”

That was the final straw for Yunho, and y/n could only watch in horror as the tall alpha practically launched himself at the other man, his arm pulled back ready to throw a punch. 

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San ღ Drowsy [M]

ღ Ateez San x fem-bodied!reader ღ words: ~2.5k ღ genre: soft smut (switch!San, a bit of dry humping, unprotected sex, orgasm control) ღ warnings: (mentions of him running his fingers through reader's hair)

Desc.: Your boyfriend San is about to doze off next to you late at night, when you try to wake him up and gradually your sleepy cuddle session turns into something more than just that.

It’s the middle of the night. You stayed up late to get some more studying done, and because you just couldn’t wait another day to watch the new episode of the series you’re currently hooked on. Your boyfriend San isn’t much of a fan, though he occasionally joins you to watch an episode together, because that means a whole hour of being together with you peacefully among both of your busy schedules. Plus, he knows that as soon as he lies down on the bed next to you and he puts his head in your lap, your fingers will wander to his hair by themselves, brushing through it softly and playing with it absentmindedly. At some point you had joked that he trained you well, since it became such a natural habit for you to play with his hair after he had begged you a few times to do it, to which he had glanced up at you, smiling so his dimples showed, and answered, “Like a cat trains its owner?” You had laughed about it then, but the more you kept thinking about it, the more your boyfriend actually began to remind you of a cat. Starting with his facial features to the way he could sleep whole days away if anyone let him, you’ve been noticing these tiny details about him more than ever and making small connections in your head.

Today though, those thoughts are nowhere near the center of your attention - quite opposite to what’s happening on the laptop screen in front of you. As it illuminates the room with its artificial light, your eyes follow every scene with great interest, and your mind feels awake as you listen to the dialogue in detail. San however is about to doze off in your lap, lulled to sleep by the gentle touches of your fingertips against his scalp. Sometimes you dare to take your eyes off the screen for a second to spare him a look or two, and you see his eyelids drooping. He’s fighting to stay awake, probably for your sake, though you wouldn’t be mad at him if he just drifted off to sleep like this. A faint smile appears on your lips and you lean down to place a gentle kiss onto his temple, before continuing to massage his scalp. He too smiles, and you return to watching your series.

Eventually the episode ends, and you close the laptop and then carefully get up so as not to wake a now sleeping San, tiptoeing to the bathroom to get ready for bed. You return and find him curled up, his body lying on top of the blanket, with a pillow safely wrapped in his arms. You chuckle at the sight, and as you try to shake his shoulders slightly, the pout on his lips grows bigger.

“San, you shouldn’t sleep without a blanket. You’ll catch a cold…” you whisper, unsure if he can hear you. When he doesn’t react, you let out a sigh and then lie down next to him, facing him, and trying to free the pillow from his embrace. “San,” you call out to him once more, keeping your voice down. But this time he furrows his brows and brings his knees closer to his torso, as if to protest against you trying to wake him up again. As he’s in the process of burying his face in the pillow up to his cheekbones, you reach out and run your fingers through his hair, just like you had done before, however this time applying a bit more pressure so as to guide him into leaning his head back. The pillow not covering his face anymore now, you move closer and place a soft kiss on his pouty lips, feeling them relax under your feathery touch. Getting sleepy yourself, you let yourself get caught up in the kiss, not pulling back after a few seconds as you had planned, but letting your lips melt together, and eventually deepening the kiss. A small whine escapes him as you part eventually, and you let your gaze scan his face in the dark, trying to make out as many details as possible. You barely see the moles on his skin, but the bridge of his nose stands out to you, and you can see him opening his eyes ever so slightly.

“Want another kiss?” you ask, not missing the pleading expression written all over his face. He nods, wordlessly, and his grip on the pillow loosens, ready to give it up so he can enclose your body in his arms instead. “Then get under the blanket with me,” you say, trying to make a deal, but your words fall on deaf ears. He puts the pillow aside, throwing it over his shoulder in a sleepy motion, and then he extends his hand to place it on your cheek. You lean into his touch for a moment, before his fingertips begin to wander, trailing a path down the side of your neck, to your shoulder, and eventually down your side, until it comes to rest on your waist. He moves a little closer and you let him kiss you again. As with most of his kisses, it’s a soft but intense touch, never demanding too much, yet pouring a strong sense of longing and passion into his actions. You allow yourself to start feeling drunk on his kiss, knowing that if he was to go any further, he would probably make you lose your self-control rather quickly. When you part, you feel his hand shifting from your waist to your hip, and he pulls you towards him like that, until you feel his core against yours, and as you realize what made him so needy all of a sudden, you can also feel his own body heat going over to you, as if you suddenly shared the same blood flow, rushing through your limbs and letting you both feel the electric sparks forming in the air around you. You grin at him and then slightly roll your hips against the bulge in his boxer shorts, the whine he lets out upon feeling the friction sounding like music to your ears. 

“Falling asleep on me and then having some very nice dreams, I see…” you tease him, and then you put your leg over his, rolling over so he ends up on his back underneath you, with you sitting on top of him. You reach over to the bedside table to turn on a light, and you don’t fail to catch the way he flinches from the sudden brightness. A blush from being teased is still present on his cheeks, and you can’t help but coo over how cute he looks like this. Watching his reactions with great interest, you sneak a hand under the shirt he usually sleeps in, and when your cold fingertips come in contact with the skin covering his toned abs, he sucks in a breath. You let your palm wander up his warm torso, pulling the shirt up along with it to expose his stomach and chest. In contrast to your fairly cold hands, you lower yourself and let your warm tongue come in contact with his skin. Starting from about halfway up his abs, you lick a stripe up to his breastbone, and when you’re about to straighten your back again, you feel one of his hands at the back of your head, fingers digging into your hair. You place a kiss right there, on his hot skin, and you feel him shiver as you breathe out, blowing some cool air onto his chest in the process. You tug at his shirt to signal that it’s in the way, and in order to slip it off him, he lets you sit up for a moment. He too starts roaming your torso from your shoulders down to your stomach restlessly, and you take off your shirt as well, both now being left merely with your underpants on. His palms immediately find your breasts, and you enjoy the way his touch builds up warmth in your core for just a few seconds. Then you take his hands in yours and as you lean in to connect your lips to his, you wrap your fingers around his wrists and place them above his head. You know he’d usually be strong enough to escape your hold if he wanted to, but throughout the time you’d been dating San you have learned that in certain situations he isn’t one to fight back much, unless you push him to his limits. You enjoy the unconditional power you have over him in moments like these, but what you love even more is pushing all the right buttons to feel him gradually melt underneath you, until eventually you’re left with but a whining mess of a boy. And even though, seeing how late at night it already is, pushing him to that state wasn’t the plan today, with how sensitive your boyfriend reacts to all your touches at the moment you feel like you might get there anyway. 

You kiss your way from the corner of his mouth to his neck, licking and biting just beneath his ear, as he looks the other way to expose the freckled skin fully. Your face buried in his neck and one hand tangled in his hair as much as his position allows it, you grind your core against his boxers again, and this time as well you receive a whine of pleasure. San throws his arms around you suddenly, and you can feel his nails digging into the bare skin on your back. You grin triumphantly from making him react like this, and you grant him another roll of your hips, to which he too tries to push his core closer to yours.

“Greedy, aren’t we today…?” you comment, whispering right into his ear, before you bite his earlobe and repeat the motion of your hips, falling into a slow but steady rhythm. His hands start becoming restless again, one of them finding its way up into your hair, while the other finds your ass, squeezing it in an attempt to pull you closer. It catches you by surprise and you yelp, before he turns his head to face you. Without hesitation you connect your lips with his, and you share a deep kiss, burning up a fire from inside, and you feel it spreading through your entire being. 

“San,” you call out to him, as you feel yourself breathless from the kiss. His eyes follow you closely while you sit up on top of him, and you make space to be able to pull down his pants just far enough. You quickly wriggle out of yours as well, probably not very elegantly, but at this point you don’t care. Something about the way he kissed you lit up a desire deep in your chest, and now you can’t fight the need to feel him inside you anymore. You weren’t going to give in this fast, yet here you are, lowering yourself onto his cock, while he holds your hips to support you, and probably because he’s yearning for some control. You feel him stretching you out, but the feeling isn’t uncomfortable, so once you’ve settled on top of his hips you immediately go over to riding him. You try to keep your pace slow, but the way he moans and makes you moan with him causes you to want to hear more, and so you fasten your pace rather quickly. You lean in to give him another open mouthed kiss, but focusing on kissing each other becomes difficult as you’re both rushing towards your highs. One after the other, you remove his hands from your hips, pinning him against the bed instead, and his name falls from your lips, once, then a second time. He too calls out for you, and from the way he’s clenching his teeth and squeezing his eyes shut you can see he’s about to cum.

“Not yet, San,” you say and stop all motions at once. You’re not sure where the sudden return of your control came from, but it’s not like you have the time or will to ponder on that right now either. You see him throwing his head back into the pillow, frustration engraved in his features, and he lets out a pained whine. As if to comfort him you lean in and place a soft kiss to his temple, then to the tip of his nose. “Don’t cum before me, baby,” you whisper, and you kiss him, this time properly. He nods, the frustration still present on his face, though when you pull back to take a good look at him, you find obedience deep in his eyes. For some reason you feel like there is also an apologetic expression hidden in them, and when you feel him tense his muscles underneath you, you begin to understand why.

“I won’t cum before you… I promise.” You hear him mumble those words, before he flips you over easily, like a piece of paper. After all, you don’t stand a chance against him when he uses his strength. Pinning you to the bed for just a second, you share one brief look, before he lets go of your hands and wraps his arms around your upper body instead, holding onto your shoulders while you throw your legs around his waist. He rolls his hips against yours, making you moan from the friction and the way every single one of his thrusts seems to send an electric wave throughout your whole body. He buries his face in your neck, and you can hear him grunt through gritted teeth in between moans of your name. Feeling your high building up in your core, you too hold onto his broad shoulders with all your might. Along with how he picks up his pace, you roll your hips, hoping to feel just a little bit more of him inside you. And then eventually, your moans turn into a string of curses as you feel your orgasm approach, and you clench hard around him when it hits you. Merely the blink of an eye later, he too lets out a desperate whine, and you can feel him filling you up inside.

Both panting, San collapses on top of you. That blissful sensation still fresh in your mind, you turn your head so the tips of your noses touch, and you brush your fingertips through his hair, feeling him lean into your touch. His eyes are closed as you watch him, still in the process of catching his breath.

“San, let’s get under the blanket now,” you propose. For a second he hesitates, but then reason seems to take the better of him and he nods. He switches off the lights for you, and as soon as you are both lying under the warm and fluffy blanket, his arms are wrapped tightly around your body and he’s back to burying his face in your neck. “Sweet dreams,” you whisper, and you place a kiss on his forehead. You feel him return the peck in your neck before he answers, voice drowsy,

“Sleep well, baby.”

[senawashere]

We're on this together...(Chapter IV)

Bradley Bradshaw x Fem!Wife!Reader

Summary: Is it over now? Or is it starting now?

A/n: A MAJOR change is on the way!!

Warnings: Infertility,mentions of miscarrige,mentions of hospital,mentions of getting pregnant,mentiones of ivf.Use of alcohol,arguing,use of bad languange. Mostly angst.

20 APRIL 2022.

You nodded.

That's why you're currently in one of the most well known clinics in San Diego because Bradley didn't want to "risk it" and your leg shakes with anger at the thought, causing Bradley to rest his hand on your knee.

Car ride was complately silence. And after around one and half an hour you both finally parked your car to the parking lot and walked into the big hospital.

The sterile smell of the hospital immediately caught your nose. This scent wasn't helping you feel more stressed than you already were. But Bradley's tight grip on your hand seemed to comfort you at least a little.

He's nervous too, damn, he feels like he's going to throw up, but he has to stay strong for you and he relaxes a little when his lover rests her head on his shoulder and kisses her temple, which works because he's a little less nervous now.

"It'll be alright." You whisper and your husband smiles to hear you thinking positively.

"Exactly." He answers, his heart pounding with pride when he hears you optimistic for the first time in a long time.

You both are distracted by looking at socials on his phone for a few more minutes until a woman in white emerges from the office and looks up, reading a spreadsheet to say. "Bradshaw?"

You both stand up, You instantly reach out for Bradley to hold your hand tightly, and after greeting the woman, you both enter where the doctor is waiting for you behind her desk.

“Bradley, Y/N, this is a pleasure.” She shakes both of your hands.

"Thank you. Pleasure is ours." Bradley responds with the hand now holding on your lower back and gently pulling the chair forward for you to sit down on.

"Okay, I understand you're here because you're having trouble getting pregnant, right?" The old woman asks, looking under her round glasses.

"Yes." You hum, swallowing dryly.

Bradley takes your hand but continues to stare at the doctor, knowing his wife hates public attention, something he's learned the hard way over the last dozen years.

"We'll be running some tests on you both next week, don't worry, just to make sure everything is as it should be."

You both nodded, and both felt small in the hospital chairs, holding hands, afraid, feeling that time had not passed, and feeling that you were still sixteen years olds and had no idea what life was really like.

Talking about a future that would never come, wishing they could be like them again forever, they gathered in the treehouse as You stroked Bradley's uncontrollable hair, as he clumsily talked about his dreams, thinking that maybe one day he would love to be become a fighter pilot. Like his dad.

They both are individually subjected to multiple tests and studies, and after about three hours both of your works finish, returning home exhausted and not even eating dinner, you both quickly crawl under the covers and seek each other's warmth.

While Bradley plays with the ring on his ring finger, his head lies on his lover's chest. "Are you scared?" he asks and your hands stop in his hair.

"Maybe a baby isn't for us."

You look up and look at him in shock, feeling your throat close at the raw and harsh words and you heart starts pounding when you see his face.

"Darling, don't say that."

You look away, staring at the ceiling, feeling the tears gathering in your eyes until they fall down the sides onto your pillow.

You are not even sobbing, not screaming, nothing, just...crying. Silently.

"Oh, my love.” He grabs your arms to pull you closer, switching positions so you are on top of him, dipping his bare chest in the salty drops.

"We're going to have them, fuck, we're going to have the baby or maybe babies. We just have to wait for the results. I know we are going to."

He wants to cry too, but he can't cry in front of you when you need him more than ever. He will find a moment of solitude where he can lighten his own burden, but not now.

"I just want to make you happy." You cry and he frowns.

"You think I need a baby to be happy?"

Bradley questions, holding your waist and carresing with his thumb.

"Darling, as long as you're with me, anything can go to hell, I'll be the happiest man on earth. I don't need a baby, I don't need anything but you, my soul."

You hug him tighter, digging your nails into his shoulders and closing your eyes, breathing in the scent of home your husband gives off. Now you understand and blindly believe in it.

As long as they are together, they don't need anything else.

I know this is sad but it might be the last sad chapter hehehe!!!

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Armand & DM Theory

Paris:

Armond orchestrates *the play* and brings Lestat into it in Paris because he has convinced himself (through his perspective of Louis and their relationship) that Louis will never pick *him* over Claudia. Over Lestat.

So he gets pissed that Lestat (essentially, in his perspective) got one over on him *again* and decides fuck it- I’ll kill them all and finally Lestat will be as miserable and alone as me (also if he comes crawling to me for companionship in the future.. we could talk about it then).

So that’s why it seems there was no planned way to get Louis out of the death sentence. Perhaps Louis really was supposed to die with Claudia.

So then Lestat saves Louis and *just in his luck* Louis thinks Armand did it. And I mean, Armand is king of lies and deception so it’s easy enough to go along with it. *On top of that* he gets to be apart of Louis’ plan for revenge against Lestat. Armand is quite *literally* getting all of his dreams fulfilled.

San Francisco:

Only for the steam that was moving the spite train along (aka Loumand’s relationship) to slowly fizzle out and grow stagnant. Only for both Armand and Louis to be in a state a free fall. Louis turns to those boys he’d take back to his apartments and Armand, well, he doesn’t know what to do with himself. He got what he wanted, right? So what did he do now that it turned to ash in his mouth?

Enter Daniel and his cute-little, drugged-out face. Fascinating. Daniel’s reaction to Louis’ story causes the whole mess in San Francisco and he’s sent packing with altered memories.

Devils Minion:

But Armand doesn’t forget. And he kind of starts obsessing over it. Over Daniel. Louis’ words ringing in his ears. Words that Louis himself no longer remembers and therefore reverts back to how he was just before the interview. A pale shadow of his former self with no passion for Armand whatsoever.

So Armand starts tracking down Daniel. Just to get a glimpse of who he is and what’s so great about him. But it turns into full-on obsession and we get a version of the Devils Minion. They have a long, sordid and dark romance throughout the 70s *and* 80s. The details of the mind wipes can be any of the available options.

There’s some sort of breaking point and eventually Armand feels he has to erase all of Daniel’s memories of him and their relationship. Whether it’s to protect himself because he doesn’t fully trust Daniel yet, he thinks he might cave and make him a vampire, or he simply wants to stop being selfish in his love and wants Daniel to live a full, human life without his influence. Whichever reason he has for it- Daniel forgets it all.

Dubai:

Then *years later*, Louis eventually finds himself back at that threshold he was at in San Francisco and is itching to tell his story again. No matter Louis’ reasons for it, Armand sees it as a second suicide letter… but also sees it as the opportunity it affords *him*… To at least see Daniel again.

So they summon Daniel and Armand convinces Louis to go along with his Rashid disguise, saying it’s because of San Francisco when it’s really so he doesn’t trigger any DM memories in Daniel *and* to make sure Louis doesn’t hurt Daniel this time.

If all goes well after the interview, Louis and Daniel would get what they wanted out of it and Armand can see Daniel again without triggering his memories/ruining his human life and keep Daniel safe from Louis.

However, Louis fucks that up and Armand has to unmask.

From there on out, he knows Daniel is a ticking time bomb of memories and emotions and complications. And yet he involves himself in the interview, even when he doesn’t even want it to be happening in the first place. Because he knows how much it means to both Louis *and* Daniel. He tries to hide parts of himself, out of regret of what he did in Paris (cause he really does regret it knowing he misread his relationship with Louis) and so that the details of his life and of his true self don’t pop up and trigger anything in Daniel’s mind.

But then he realizes the Talamasca has gotten involved, being able to read at least Daniel’s mind if not Rashid’s. He knows his time with Louis is slowly drawing to a close, but he also feels like there’s nothing he can do to stop it. Not *really*.

So Daniel spills the beans about Paris. Lestat was the one to save Louis and wasn’t apart of the orchestration of Claudia’s death. And all the spite that fueled their union crumbles, and Armand is staring down the barrel of an eternity alone.

He’s not mad at Daniel, not really. It’s actually quite impressive that he got it all figured out and had proof.

But since Armand doesnt want to ruin Daniel’s human life- and he doesn’t want to be alone- he chases Louis.

Then as Louis is telling him not to touch Daniel- the reality of his life hits him. Armand has lived his life worshiping. Gods. Devils. Vampires. Lovers. That’s how he thought love worked.

And he knows full well that his relationship with Louis has never been about him. It’s been about Lestat. Of course he knows that. But the loneliness of that statement hits him square in the chest, looking up under his eyelashes at the vampire who has shackled them to each other and the boy who has always allowed him to be free. To be himself. To be fucked up and okay with it. The boy who he never worshiped in his love, for it was probably the purest of love he’s ever experienced.

Of course he’d never hurt Daniel. Not in the implied malicious ways that Louis means. But Louis wouldn’t know that. Neither would Daniel.

The Future:

So Louis leaves. Maybe it’s in Dubai or it’s sometime later in another place but Armand finds Daniel and tells him he knows what his doctors have been saying. Daniel’s dying. He doesn’t have much time left.

Something said in this conversation triggers another memory for Daniel. And he asks about it, and maybe a few others he got flashes of while in Dubai but didn’t tell Louis about. And Armand makes a decision. Daniel is dying, Louis is gone, and he will forever be alone.

So he gets selfish and emotional and full of love and gives Daniel all of his memories back. They spend time delving through all of it and Daniel asks him to stay with him, until the end. He family, his ex wives, his kids no where to be seen. He’s ruined the biggest gift he ever got from Armand- his human life. And now as he’s dying, he just wants Armand to stay. To finally say yes and stop running away.

And he does. Until the day finally comes- it’s a small shift but Armand knows what a body *sounds* like when it’s giving out. Dying out. He tells Daniel and tries to hold himself back from asking to turn him. And when the hour grows ever nearer… Daniel asks in a whisper, in a delusion, in a prayer.

And Armand falls to his knees, turning him before either one of them can think on it more.

After it’s done and Daniel has taken to vampirism like a champ… Armand realizes he can no longer hear Daniel’s thoughts. He knew it would come, as it always does, but the lack of insight (lack of control) hits him like a tidal wave.

And Daniel realizes some of his memories were not restored before, just by mistake, and feels relief at having all of his mortal memories back and all of the emotions related to it. But before he can talk to Armand, ask for guidance in this chapter in his un-life and delve further into their past, Armand leaves. Skips out.

And Daniel does the only thing he knows how to do. The only thing he’s ever been good at: His job.

Cut to that scene in 2x08.

*fin*

[maxverstappensflatbrim]

Show Me Yours | Matty Healy [44]

chapter forty-four, act five: the ballad of me and my brain

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-this is the final chapter of this part, I'm slolwy writing the next part but I am alos doing my midterms right now so there may be a wait until it's out.

December 25th 2017

It’s Tommie’s first Christmas alone in five years.

She doesn’t really know what to do with herself, she’s currently sitting on the floor of her kitchen, staring at the TV that’s playing some shitty hallmark film in her living room.

She’s waiting for her pizza to finish cooking, she doesn’t want to eat a cooked dinner alone.

Adam invited her to go along to Christmas with him, but he’s going with Carly’s family, who she doesn’t know that well. So she lied and said she’s going back to LA to spend it with Phoebe in the studio. 

She’s not entirely alone, she has Allen who is currently curled up beside her on the floor, and Button who she’s been tossing a ball for every now and then the last few minutes.

There’s a letter in her hands.

Printed on the front is that familiar messy writing with her address spelled wrong and scribbled out.

Ross dropped it off three weeks ago now, she still hasn’t opened it.

Allen nudges the letter closer to her with his nose, as if he can smell the scent of his owner on it.

She sighs and nods, patting his head gently, “I know, Als.” Allen looks up, “I miss him too.”

Then despite her better judgement she finds herself tearing into the envelope. 

Dear Baby,

I don’t know how to start. I’ve written fourteen letters to you and every single one has ended up being crumpled up at the bottom of my bin. I know the reason that I can’t write is because deep down I don’t deserve for you to hear me out. I fucked up. I fucked up way too many times. And he was right. About you giving me too many chances, letting me walk all over you because that’s what I did, what I do. I took advantage because I knew you’d always be there. I knew I could fall back on you and you’d pick me up because that’s what you do. You’re so good. I don’t deserve that.

One of the therapists I’ve been working with here told me to write letters to the people most important to me. To the ones who I feel that I’ve wronged with my addiction. Apparently it’s a part of my healing journey. I think it’s just to make me feel like a dickhead.  I wrote to my mother first, for falling down the hole she worked so hard to steer me away from, the hole she herself fell down.  Then to Louis for being a shit older brother. To the guys for what happened in San Jose. And now to you. For everything I’ve ever done to you.

I’m not going to list all my mistakes. I’m sure you already have your own list highlighted and neatly stashed away somewhere. I’ve had a lot of time to think while being here (And I already know what you’re thinking, ‘wow, didn’ know you could do that’). I’ve had to think about what to do when I get out of here. I’m not sure if you’ll want to see me. But in my head the first thing I’ll do is come and see you. I’ll get on my knees before you, lit up by those fairy lights we spent three hours trying to hang on your front porch. You’ll open the door and you’ll probably be wearing that old AM concert shirt and your stupid rugby zip-up I keep telling you to replace but you won’t because you’re too sentimental (it’s one of the things I love the most about you). I’ll beg you to just say that you forgive me. Even if you don’t really mean it. And I know you will. I know you would forgive me in an instant because I know you. Then we’ll have everything we’ve wanted, our own studio, we’ll be back on the road, never having to settle, just us the guys and the open road up ahead of us. Endless music, endless time, whatever we want. But I’m going to stay away. Or at least I’m going to try to. I want you to move on and have a better life without me. You’ll do great things. And I can’t be a part of them as much as I want to be. It’ll be hard, for both of us, but in the end you’ll come out on top. You’re the smarter one, with the talents, you have the voice, the skills, the lyrics, the heart. I just have the confidence. I’m nothing without you. Matty Healy is simply nothing without Tommie McDuff, it’s always been that way. But Tommie McDuff is everything. You are everything.  I’ll watch from afar as you keep doing amazing things, with Phoebe, alone, whatever it is you’re doing. I’ll be your biggest supporter, I want you to know that. But I’ll do it from afar. I’ll try to do it from afar.  I say try because you’re my strongest addiction. It’ll take everything in me to stay away. I’ve always been addicted to you. More than any drugs I’ve ever taken. I’m addicted to the way you touch me, a hand on my arm as you laugh, the way you smile at me, those little sarcastic ones you do when I annoy you are my favourite because I know you’re trying your hardest not to break into the biggest grin. I’m addicted to the sound of your voice. And the way your mind works, from your lyrics to your solos, I want to see inside your mind. To study you like an old Victorian sculpture. I’m addicted to your laugh, even when it’s directed at me. To the way you love and the feel of your lips. Ever since your lips first touched mine I’ve searched for others who may make me feel some sliver of the way you did. None have ever compared. Not one. They’re not soft enough, not gentle enough, not exciting enough, they’re not you. They’re never you. I hate myself for doing that to them, to myself, to you. Most of all to you. I hate myself more and more everyday as I sober up, because as each day goes by I’m forced to sit with the knowledge of how I treated you for longer. 

One of the questions I’ve been told to answer is what would I do if I saw you again? What would I do for you? I’m not sure if you’ll want to see me again. But if you did, if you gave me that gift of blessing my eyes with you one last time, I’d hold you. For as long as you let me, hours, days, weeks, months, years, until we both grew old and grey. I’d love you until the moment I died, and even longer if you let me. I’d wait as long as you wanted me to, until the earth ends or just the first sign of spring. I’d collect the stars and bottle them up because I know how much you love them. I’d create a whole new religion just to worship you. I’ve realised now that I’ve rambled. (I’ve run out of paper and only have three lines left) But I have so much more to say. I’ll sum it up in a few words for you. ‘I would give you the moon.’

Yours, Matt.

She puts the letter down. 

One tear escapes her eyes.

There’s a knock on the door.

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[redrobin-detective]

Iruma is an invasive species within the Netherworld, and like many invasive species he will conquer if left unchecked.

We know at some point, humans and demons interacted though, at some point, they each became each other’s myths. I propose that the separation was intentional on the demon side, relegating humans to bedtime stories. They did this because they knew a single human could elevate or devastate the Netherworld. Humans are weaker in demons in most ways physically but their real strength lies in their cooperativeness and desire for community, adaptability  and perseverance despite adversity.

Right from the start, Iruma has unnaturally succeeded in a world that incredibly hostile to him. And yet from the start be began building relationships. We’ve seen demons don’t have much of a concept of ‘friends’ the closest being ‘allies’. The Misfits individually were lazy and self-centered which is what got them sent to troublemakers class. Only when Iruma reached out and formed positive relationships, created a foreign system of giving and receiving help did they really flourish. With each arc, we see the class cooperating and relying with each other more and more, even in individual events. Its helped them grow exponentially in power and personality and only occurred because Iruma planted the notion that they are stronger together.

Iruma is also extremely adaptable not only from his hectic upbringing but his innate humanity. Despite not knowing the context of what is happening during most of his day, he adapts extremely well. He uses what skills he gained in the human world by tweaking them to suit his needs and picked up new demonic skills (such as using Ali-san’s stored magic) very quickly. Part of the ‘special training’ leading up to the Harvest Festival was forcing the kids to break out of just using their bloodline abilities. Iruma has no power himself and thus isn’t limited in what he uses to complete a task. We’ve seen on a few occasions he wins simply because his opponent is too stuck in a particular way of fighting and thinking. Being able to think on his feet and not just stick to the familiar is what makes him such a fierce opponent.

Finally, we’ve observed that demons on the whole are self-centered and lazy. This is not always the case but overall many lack the ability to pursue or accept change. Even the Six Fingers is all about returning to origins and reviving Delkira, in other words, moving backwards. But since he arrived in the Netherworld Iruma has boldly moved forward. He integrated well into a completely alien environment and not only became popular but powerful very quickly. He worked hard to unlearn an ingrained skill (dodging) to win a contest going head to head with the most powerful student. Even when his fellows wanted to give up, his dedication and well known compassion helped win them the Royal One. He became an expert archer even when his master said most demons gave up, refusing to put in the effort. Challenges that most demons backed down from, Iruma charged on ahead.

Iruma used his ability to bring people together, to adapt to any situation no matter how strange and to see his ambitions through to go from someone who should’ve been eaten on day one to a stand out demon. Iruma himself is a kind, extraordinary young man but he also has a natural advantage in an environment he is unknowingly adapted to. It’s one of the reasons why he will eventually be demon king because who else deserves to stand at the very top than the creature who can outnumber, out-think and outlast any demonic opponent?

[codename-adler]

[Haikyū!!] DIY Ask Game

doing this myself bc i'm anxious and making lists makes me feel safe. also bc sometimes you want to answer ask games so bad but nobody sends them...... eh.

First character you liked: Tanaka, my funny bald hype man. He still manages to have soft spot in my heart, to this day, and always. Truly underrated, imo.

Love @ first sight: Kenma (˃ᆺ˂) & Kuroo

First character you strongly disliked: ...Tsukishima

Hate @ first sight: ...Tsukishima

First favorite character: Kenmaaa 🫶

Favorite character now: still Kenma & Kuroo ofc 😭, but also Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Tendou, Kiyoomi, Atsumu (derogatory), Noya and Yaku my libero boyos

Character you strongly dislike now: Tsukki you are never escaping my hater ass i respects u fr fr bruh

Character you did not expect to like as much as you do now: Tendou!!! i was fr scared of him at first, and now he is baby

Character you did not expect to dislike as much as you do now: no one tbh, my hating game's been pretty consistent (lies. i could never hate any of them. none!), tho i have to say that i also don't really enjoy Yamaguchi's character come to think of it... got mads respect for Gucci

First pairing you shipped: Kuroken <3

Favorite ship now: Sakuatsu, Iwaoi, and Kuroken still (+ Brokuroo them morons are life)

Other ship(s) you read fics about / like: Ushiten, Semiten, Kurodai, Bokuosa, Kagehina

Pairing(s) you strongly dislike: well anything Tsukki really... but especially, especially Kurotsuki (Tsukiyama's fine tho) oh and Ushihina & Sakuwaka & Atsuhina.

Crackship you like: Matsuhana let's gooo! also Aone x Asahi is cute

Rarepair/Crackship you like but are lowkey very serious about: Osamu x Meian, Bokuatsu

Favorite m/f pairing: there's only really Kiyotana, but damn do they deliver

Character you think you are most like: this has been a plague on my mind ever since my first watch. nowadays i think i would say Asahi? or Fukunaga. subject to change. hold on—I might be Makki actually o_o

Favorite female character: not a lot there to begin with, but i do appreciate Saeko and Natsu

Sexiest character: IWA-CHAN, Kiyoomi, Kuroo, Atsumu (derogatory), Oikawa (derogatory), Suna

Favorite uniform/outfit: Karasuno boys for the school uniform - Aoba Johsai in close second and for the girls too - MSBY for volleyball as well as Nekoma 😍 and Seijoh || fav outfit that got me down bad is, like all of us mere mortals, Iwa in his hoodie & jean jacket casual combo

Favorite position 😏: Libero!! Yaku and Noya take my breath away every time, but it’s also the role i’d want to play if i were part of a volley team! i think i’d do ok (lmao)

Favorite character name: Iwaizumi Hajime

Favorite motto: 飛べ Fly (Karasuno)

Favorite quote(s): "Don't you ever forget my worthless pride." - Oikawa Tooru to Ushijima *CHILLS*

Favorite scene/episode: Uhhhh too many why did i put myself inthis position. Training Camp obviously!!! but also the Shiratorizawa match arc, for the Tendou content 🔥 and i can't not mention the Seijoh matches for the Iwaoi content and the Matsuhana crumbs.

Unpopular opinion: *sigh* this will get me killed–i do not care for Akaashi. i wish i understood him more, got to see more of what’s underneath. i love Bokuto, and i'm sorry babe, but his character and physique are really just average to me. and i've already got the Tsukki kinners and lovers on my case, so yeah, i'll be dead by sundown. while i’m at it, same goes for Kita-san. i’m sorry!! always mad respect tho 👍

Favorite fic(s): Stick with You (Sakuatsu) by lettersinpetals without a fuckin' doubt. Also i'll mention the latest 2 fics i read, Lockdown and The Loyalty of a Traitor (both Iwaoi) by DeathBelle because they are a pillar of the HQ fics community and their shit hits every goddamn time and it hurts so gooddddd 🤌

Favorite art: @amezure @fullwarmth @iinoruu @amalasdraws @viria @dictearchive @mookie000art @cranbearly (soodyo) and so many more that i can't remember off the top of my head but i thank you all for your dedicated work and creativity to the fandom 🫡😩🧡 oh and special love to @gayaest for their paravolley AU art <3

Character(s) you like to write/draw the most: have done neither officially yet, but i do have a Sakuatsu x Grey's Anatomy WIP, so i guess them?

Pairing(s) you like to write/draw the most: ^^

Favorite AU(s): Post-Time Skip, College AU, Mafia/Yakuza/Detective/FBI/Police AU (ik, ew & ACAB, but somehow for hq this one hits)

Guilty pleasure?: BokuAkaKuroKen - TikTok skits & memes & dance animations - my Sakuatsu MCD wip ^^

Favorite Opening: oh god... there's only 1 i don't like (u know the one)... i HAVE to say before i answer, this anime's intros are hits after hits after hits, and they hold such a precious and nostalgic feeling in my heart 😭 ok i'm allowing myself two: Imagination (S1PT1, SPY AIR) & FLY HIGH!! (S2PT2, BURNOUT SYNDROMES). honorable mention to the few first seconds of Hikariare 🫶

Favorite Ending: Tenshi Gaechi (S1PT1, NICO Touches the Walls)

Favorite team: Canonically, Nekoma and MSBY. Fanonically, Seijoh, MSBY still, and Shiratorizawa. (obv my heart always soars when Karasuno wins bc that's the way the story is supposed to make you feel! but i love them dearly so.)

Team you dislike the most: none? i'm not fond of Date Tech, but i appreciate Aone, and none of the teams are villains, just antagonists from the Karasuno pov.

And for the finale, Favorite meme(s): god so many this fandom has the best

obviously there are many more questions i wanted to fill in but this was getting too long and it's already OOC for my blog, but i encourage all of you to fill my asks inbox with anything you wanna know about my haikyuu fan experience!! 🫶🏐

i'll be filling in this lil questionnaire for other of my fandoms, and feel free to use the template and reblog with your responses!! 🤍

[bullet-prooflove]

Hi. This is an ask for Vostanik Sabatino ❤️ The prompt is: 64. So many questionable choices. Thank you so much.

Burn!Series:

Part One: Burn - Nik returns home to a nightmare.

Part Two: Calling Card - Nik realises who is responsible for the explosion that nearly claimed your life.

Part Three: Promises - Nik need you to make him a promise.

It’s almost a week later that The Kid turns up at the Boatshed. Nik’s been staying there since the explosion that tore through your home, on a shitty camp bed upstairs. It’s not the worse place he’s stayed, but it’s one of the most secure.

The Kid been tracking Ferris since Nik left the CIA. It had been Nik’s op originally but when he’d hit his termination date, it was either sign up for another couple of years or come home to you. He’d made you a promise, one that he intended to keep. He’d done his time.

Ferris was someone else’s problem, that was until he’d tried to kill you.

Now he’s very much Nik’s problem.

The Kid is the only one that Nik trusts to handle this the way it needs to be handled. Your team are talking about arresting Ferris, locking him up. They don’t understand that he needs to be put down, that even from behind bars, he’d hunt you to the edges of the Earth. His relentlessness was what made him such a good operative, it’s also the thing that’s making Nik’s life a living hell.

“I almost caught up with him yesterday in Fort Bragg.” The Kid tells Nik as the two men sit across from one other. “Missed him by a couple of hours.”

He’s had a haircut since Nik last saw him, shaved. It makes him look much younger than his twenty five years, it’s the reason Nik calls him The Kid. A baby face like that, people tend to underestimate him and he uses it to his advantage. They don’t realise that he’s one of the best marksmen in the country, that he has twenty seven kills to date and that’s just the ones on record.

The two of them had spent six months out in the wild chasing down Ferris, they’d lived in caves, derelict buildings, anywhere they could seek shelter because while they were hunting him, he was also hunting them.

“He left these behind.” The Kid tells him, removing an envelope from a holdall that’s resting on the chair alongside of him.

Nik frowns as he picks it up, tipping the contents onto the table in front of him. They’re photographs, high res, glossy images. It takes Nik a second to realise what he’s looking at and when he does his pulse accelerates, his heart thudding wildly in his chest because each and every picture is of you.

His fingers grasp the top one, the paper crumpling as he clutches it so hard his knuckles turn white.

You’re standing on the end of a wooden jetty, alongside Sam’s boat. The other man is in the background, refuelling the vessel. Your hair is tied back and you’re wearing one of his sweaters over a pair of white jeans. He’d given it to you before you’d left, a little piece of him to carry with you.

“You know who she is?” The Kid asks him.

“She’s NCIS.” Nik says, his voice his coming out in a rasp. “He blew up her house last week.”

Our house, he corrects himself. The place the two of you had made a home.

“It doesn’t make sense.” The Kid says, his eyebrows furrowing into a frown. “She’s not even his type…”

“No.” Nik says, setting the pictures down before he raises his eyes to meet the other man’s gaze. “She’s mine.”

It takes a second for The Kid to understand what he’s saying.

“There’s a Mrs Sabatino?”

“No.” Nik says leaning back in his seat, his knee jangling. “At least not yet.”

“She’s the reason you decided to get out.” The Kid summarises, his fingertips rapping out a tune upon the surface of the table. “You told me you weren’t the kind of man that settles down.”

“I lied.” Nik says simply. “The same way you lied about your boyfriend back in San Franisco.”

“You said it’s best not to have any attachments.” The Kid says, shrugging his shoulders. “They could be used as leverage against you.”

“Evidently I was right.” Nik says pushing the photographs back towards The Kid. “I thought I’d managed to keep her safe, instead I put a target on her back.”

“For now.” The Kid says, inclining his head. “We can use this to our advantage, he’s tracking her but we know the end location. We can set up a trap, move her elsewhere. Take him out and you get your happily ever after.”

“Do you really think he’s going to make it that simple?” Nik asks him, picking up one of the images and shaking his head. “He left these behind intentionally, he wants me to know he’s going after her.”

Nik knows that Ferris wants to torture him. It’s just a matter of time before he tracks you down to Portland, if he hasn’t already.

Nik has no choice, he has to follow.

The only saving grace is that you have Sam with you and he knows the other man will do everything in his power to protect you. He doesn’t count you out either. You survived Afghanistan, faced down more criminals than he can count, you’re clever, scrappy and above all you’re a fighter, he has no doubt you will do everything you can to stay alive, to come back to him.

“It’s a sixteen hour drive to Portland.” He tells The Kid as he raises to his feet. “We better get moving.”

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[ginger-snap-talkin-nonsense]

what are the core ingredients of a Tumblr Sexyman

Now you see THIS is an interesting question because in it lies a cultural shift in hotness that we can observe in real time.

You see, in an earlier era one could easily describe a tumblr sexyman as a character with the following traits:

-White/White Presenting in the fandoms eyes should the character be humanized in fanon only as was the case for characters like Bill Cipher

-Tall and Thin: tumblr girlies love looking different while not being different and therefore the average tumblrite would reject the “hunk” archetype for the slimmer figure, though having no regard for chubby or fat body types.

-Morally Dubious Characterization. Now this could range anywhere from a “fall from grace” in which a true good character finds themselves becoming the villain, to just straight up being a genocidal maniac but they were nice that one time to another conventionally attractive character (likely a protagonist). The point is to have a villain without the baggage of them being true evil.

-Tragic Backstories. From lost friends to corrupting outside forces to abusive daddies to abusive daddies to abusive daddies (there’s a lot of abusive daddies), you want your characters morally questionable choices to be blamable on anybody but themselves.

-Expensive Aesthetic. Suits, waistcoats, vests, even white button-up undershirts all portray someone as having money (regardless of their wealth status), while showing off that slim figure.

-“Charming”. Now what a tumblr girlie would call charming was often as dubious as the characters moral standings and it tended to come in two flavors: Coy and smarmy, which has a man who feels on top of the world, always has a quick retort, and can often be seen making half-lidded eyes at the protagonist with a sly grin on their face. They have not a care because they’ve already won. Conversely, they could be “Awkward”. Dorky and soft, tripping over sentences and their own feet, but they’re just sooooo cute about it. These tend to be the types to have meltdowns where they could be seen breaking things in a room and shouting while tears roll down their face because they’re “so emotionally available”.

AND THEN SUDDENLY SANS

Sans became something of a base-breaker as Sans broke many of these conventions. He dresses down, his body type-while being literal bones-is still fat presenting, his only “moral pitfall” doesn’t actually exist as he only attacks if you prove yourself to be actively genocidal, and he’s a short king. By all means, Papyrus SHOULD’VE been the TSM, if not Mettaton (who was near made for the role). And yet, Sans. Why?

Well, a shift was coming. Body positivity was on the rise and genuinely likeable characters were in shorter supply than ever before because too many pieces of fandom media were pandering to the TSM tastes, and if there’s one thing a counter culture fella loves it’s jumping to the next counter cultural movement when counter culture becomes the culture.

This means that Sans actually heralds in a new era, as different sizes, demeanors, and aesthetics started to break the base (see also: Alex Brightman’s Beetlejuice). However, there are some principles that still remain

-Coy charms and awkward charms alike are still pervasive in the TSM arsenal and a tragic backstory still has hooks in the audience, even if nowadays it may not necessarily apply to a morally dubious sort. Also they’re still like, all white. Because fandoms at large have a racism problem.

As one might note the TSM isn’t often an applied term these days, and that’s because as the TSM scope broadened new terms were being used to describe subsets before the umbrella term was dropped all together. Girlypop, babygirl, himbo, blorbo, glup shitto, etc. are all in their own way just a branch off the gnarled root of the TSM.

[icemavly]

ICEMAN + MAVERICK: A PLAYLIST (PART ONE/?)

THE LONELIEST, måneskin

and i just keep on thinking how you made me feel better and all the crazy little things that we did together. in the end, in the end, it doesn’t matter if tonight is gonna be the loneliest.

let’s start with some angst, because aren’t we all suckers for it? this song fits perfectly a scenario where ice and mav get to be together (post-canon, 1986), but as time passes their relationship starts to become more and more difficult because of their positions. tom is trying to climb up in rank and everybody has a lot of expectations for him. he’s forced to marry a woman, start a family, focus on his job only. but tom did make pete feel better, he did since the beginning, since goose’s death. the night after tom’s wedding is the loneliest of pete’s life, because he knows that everything is over forever. tom is part of pete even though he will never be his.

homemade dynamite, lorde

a couple rebel top gun pilots flying with nowhere else to be, don’t know you super well but i think you might be the same as me / i’ll give you my best side, tell you all my best lies, seeing me rolling, showing someone else love, hands under your t-shirt, know i think you’re awesome, right?

during top gun, mav and ice go to the o’ club quite a lot. it’s always with the others – goose, slider, hollywood, wolfman – but even with the loud music playing in the background and their friends joking and laughing all around them, they can’t ignore the looks they give each other. tom thinks he’s hallucinating, he’s almost sure of it, but sometimes maverick’s glances and jokes make him think that he might want more. during those nights, a lot of people flirt with mav. he’s often surrounded by girls, and tom is absolutely not going crazy about it. but one night something changes. mav convinces tom to go out with him alone, to some bar in san diego – the others are busy anyway. tom accepts, and when they get there the situation doesn’t change much: mav still gets surrounded by girls (and boys) and tom curses himself, because he can’t believe he got himself dragged in a bar by maverick mitchell only to watch him flirt with other people. but when he’s about to lose his hope, mav comes back to him saying something like “couldn’t stand watching you being here all by yourself” and ice can only laugh it off nervously. then a good song starts playing, and mav drags ice on the dance floor. that’s the night maverick boldly confesses his feeling to ice and finds out they’re reciprocated.

wings, birdy

oh lights go down in the moment we’re lost and found, i just wanna be by your side if these wings could fly for the rest of our lives / i’m in a foreigner state, my thoughts they slip away, my words are leaving me, they caught an aeroplane because i thought of you, just for the thought of you

believe me when i say this just describes ice and mav’s life together. them meeting for the first time, flying together, falling in love, deciding to share a life, being there for each other, getting old side by side.

[fookinhellcurly]

So last night, one of my fave music reactors on yt dropped a reaction of Right Now live in San Siro, and it was requested by his sister whom he hadn’t really been close with especially the past few years (they were when they were younger). It was out of nowhere when she messaged him, asking if he could do 1D reactions - so of course, he did because he felt it was time.

The whole time he was speaking about Liam in his intro, his was already in the verge of tears and I could feel the pain in his eyes and voice. He’s British and he’s been following the news about Liam since it broke out. I tried to not break down AND MIND YOU, he hasn’t even started the video yet. That Right Now live is arguably one if not the most emotional live performances of 1D for me. It was the perfect song to share with this reactor because he’s not afraid of showing his emotions.

When Liam sang his first solo lines, he straight up looked into the camera while holding back his tears and said “this is my first time hearing Liam sing” and it broke my heart. Throughout the entire video, my mind kept on thinking how beautiful the crowd was in that moment, how they were on top of the world, and how we got to show them how much we loved them so deeply - that we were by their side as they fought through the hardships in reaching their dreams.

And it killed me. Because I remember when the boys were talking about the end of it all; what if their peak was THAT exact time - them in that moment, being in the band, touring with their best mates and being in the height of their careers. Liam referenced Benjamin Button and said maybe they’re meant to do it backwards. That after the glory and the fame, they’re supposed to enjoy life and have families and kids. I’m so glad Li got to become a loving father, but it wasn’t supposed to be cut short and abruptly like this.

Bear was supposed to grow up hearing more stories about his dad when he was a younger and trying to make it as a singer. How he dreamt of becoming a fireman before realizing he has a shot of becoming a star. How he got to be a part of the greatest team this world has seen, sharing the stage with 4 other simple boys who were just like him, just trying to make it, and they did more than that - they are ETCHED IN HISTORY.

And Liam, our sweet Liam, he deserved more time in this world than what he got. He was supposed to release more music he’d been working so hard for to share with us. He was supposed to have his own moment and tour just like the rest of the boys do - those same tours he supported them with. He was supposed to reunite with his best friends and share the stage with them again when the time is right. He was supposed to grow old with us, find help and peace in time so he could heal, and recover from the cruelty of the world he’d faced. He was meant to be bigger than this.

And I wasn’t supposed to be writing down these heartbreaking thoughts so early in the day because it wasn’t supposed to be like this.

Liam, love, I hope you know how much we love you. I hope you have finally found your peace.

It just… it wasn’t supposed to go this way. He was supposed to get the help he deserved and recover. They were supposed to eventually get back together and rob us all (happily, of course) blind of our life savings for their reunion tour tickets. I was supposed to be able to see him in person, bounding around stage, singing his harmonies and verses, doing mic flips, saying “sing it” and reading silly fan signs. He had so much more life left! He had so much more to do!

This isn’t fair! It isn’t right! This shouldn’t have happened! It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

[shanehughcs]

━ his father was loud laughter and notebook after notebook of solid writing and was also the smell of vodka and staying up too late for his own good. 'dad, dad, please go to bed,' and his father would laugh and say 'not yet.'

Character name: Shane Hughes

Age: Forty-one

Gender identification & pronouns: Cis-male & he/him

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Residential area: Masonboro

Hometown and length of time in Wilmington: San Francisco and moved to Wilmington 7 years ago

Occupation: Florist and Owner of Branches + Vine

Positive traits: protective, loyal, charming

Negative traits: single-minded, stubborn, relentless

Faceclaim: Jesse Williams

TLDR ; Shane Hughes is the ultimate protector. After losing his mother to his father's abuse, his grandmother to old age, and younger brother to a kidnapping overseas, one might wonder if Shane has experienced far too much trauma for one person. But with therapy and gardening, the florist is finally learning how to navigate the minefield of triggers that life seems to throw at him.

PINTEREST / CONNECTIONS

TW: verbal and physical abuse, parental abuse, parental death, grandparent death, mention of kidnapping, sibling death

From the outside looking in, Dominic and Tracy Hughes looked like the perfect couple with the perfect life. But behind closed doors, Dominic was an incredibly verbally and physically abusive husband. The abuse was so bad, that Tracy isolated herself from her family who had begun to ask questions. When the couple had kids, Tracy hoped that maybe it would calm Dominic down. Instead, the abuse just continued. At first, just verbally, but the pain from being verbally abused by your father wasn’t any less just because it wasn’t physical. 

As the oldest child, Shane did his best to try to protect his little brother, Josiah, from it, but their father was a perfectionist who was impossible to please. Nothing the boys could do was ever good enough for Dominic. Anything they did well at, whether at school or in sports, Dominic hounded on them to practice and get better at, but no matter how much they succeeded, no matter how many awards they won, it was never good enough 

One summer, when Shane was 14, he came home from summer camp and found his father and mother arguing near the top of their staircase. Shane watched as his father shoved his mother and pushed her down the stairs. Tracy broke her neck and died on impact. Dominic ordered Shane not to tell a soul or else he would leave with Shane’s younger brother. Shane felt like he had to protect Josiah and lied to the cops for his father. It is a decision that haunts him to this day. 

Shane was so traumatized by his father and his childhood experience, that he swore he would never, ever be a father. Not if there was a chance he could end up like his own father. He feared for his future children’s lives and for his future spouse’s

Shane grew to become a very determined, very protective, young man. He refused to go out of state for college because he refused to leave Josiah at home alone with their father. So he went to Stanford, living at home throughout his studies, until his younger brother was old enough to go to college as well. During his MBA at Stanford, he met and quickly fell in love with Samira Iyer. He was a TA for several of her classes and the two quickly struck up a close friendship. 

Several years after they had both graduated, they finally fell into a relationship and the years they spent together were truly some of the happiest years of Shane’s life up until that point. They even got engaged, preparing to spend the rest of their lives together, until suddenly two pink strips on a pregnancy test sent Shane’s life into a spiral. 

The positive pregnancy test triggered a lot of unresolved trauma for Shane, and admittedly, he didn’t respond positively, instead immediately going into panic mode. He had assumed that because they never talked about kids, they were on the same page about not wanting them. Evidently, he was wrong. Samira wanted to keep the bably and Shane, in a desperate attempt at maintaining his own sanity, knew he couldn’t be a father. He begged Samira to give the baby up for adoption, but Samira knew she wanted more for their baby and herself, so with the decision to keep the baby, she ended their relationship 

Shane went into a very intense downward spiral. He quit his job, which he been in line for a promotion for, broke his lease, and very quickly left San Francisco. Having put together - through bits and pieces his mother told him - that her family lived in a town called Wilmington, Shane packed up and moved there, only telling his brother, who had become a photojournalist and camera man for a international news agency, where he was going. 

In Wilmington, Shane finally settled himself. He developed a relationship with his maternal grandmother, who loved gardening and taught him everything she knew about plants and flowers. He also finally began to go to therapy, to deal with all of the trauma he clearly still held onto from his childhood. When his grandmother passed away, a year after he moved to Wilmington, she left her family’s fortune to him, and it was just enough for him to open his own floral shop, where he could put the skills he had learned from her to good use. 

Five years ago, Shane got the worst news of his life. Josiah, who he loved more than anyone else in the world, had been kidnapped while working on a story overseas, along with the rest of his crew, and Josiah had been killed. Shane was devastated. He traveled back to San Francisco for Josiah’s funeral and saw his father for the first time in years. The two nearly came to blows when Dominic dared to insinuate that it was somehow Shane’s fault Josiah had been killed. But truth be told, the protector in Shane can’t help but wonder if his father is right. 

He returned to Wilmington, having taken several steps backwards on his healing journey and has been continuing to go to therapy to get to a better place ever since. His love for gardening has turned into a bit of therapy on it’s own and there’s nothing better for him when he feels triggered than to go spend some time in his garden. 

[mymomisdrunkagain]

My Mother is a Fat Fucking Drunk - Origins - Chapter 1

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And because we live in America's Finest City, she moved into my living room. She's been sleeping on the couch. AND SHES KILLING ME.

Origins - Chapter 1

This living arrangement has been going on for about a year, I think? It certainly feels much much longer tho. It was going okay for a while, but shit got real at the beginning of this year (2024) when it finally started to sink in that everything she'd been telling us (my Auntie/her sister, and I) since moving in and onto our couch, all these ideas and goals, and intentions of self-help and general life-re-tooling to get herself back on track--- they were all lies. Manipulations. Fabrications that I don't think she ever even believed in. She told us what we needed to hear to lower our guard and welcome her in with open arms.

My Auntie and I get along famously. We've been living together in her 740 sq.ft. home in a decent-sized area of San Diego called Clairemont. It doesn't have the proudest pedigree, but its certainly come a long way since its general inception in the 50's. The part of Clairemont we call home was actually a planned community of naval housing. Block after block of the same house, offered in 5 variations with all the essentials for military families, but no over-the-top bells and/or whistles.

The house we live in had actually belonged to her late husband, Mike, who owned and operated one of only three auto shops that specialized in maintenance and repair of Alfa Romeos. He'd always been a big fan of the zippy little Italian sports cars and started racing them when Alfa/FIAT made a big push for the American market in the mid-to-late-70's. Mike was one of the most unique characters I've ever met. For the sake of brevity in this "Intro," we'll discuss Uncle Mike in a sidebar sometime later. His character stats in the CCG of my life would feature some very unique abilities, but in bold caps at the top of the list would be LOYALTY rank 11, out of a 1-10 scale.

Which held a tinge of irony, as I found myself moving into the empty 3rd bedroom of a condo Auntie shared with the man she'd left Uncle Mike for. I had just been forcibly "rescued" from my life up in LA by my half confused, half frustrated, all disappointed father just 6 months prior, and we all thought it wasn't a totally terrible idea that I rent a room from Auntie. Dad's Loyalty stat is unfortunately significantly lower than 11 (as I've borne witness to him cutting off, or bailing on, family members just because they'd become 'inconvenient'), but he does have a proper rating in Honor, aka, staying true to his word, aka, sticking by promises he's made.

In January of 2003, as he was trying to explain to me over the phone, between my panicked, dramatic wails of betrayal and condemnation, what was expected of me and how the next few steps would play out; how he would be at my new apartment's front door with a 17ft u-haul on January 31st, and how I was expected to be all packed up in moving boxes ready to go before his arrival, about how the apartment was to be cleaned and repaired from top to bottom because he was expecting a 100% refund of the rental's deposit, and how we would then drive back down to San Diego, lock whatever I had in storage, and how on February 1st, he'd be picking me up from the hotel room he'd gotten me in San Diego's Historic Old Town (mere blocks away from his house), and we'd be enrolling me in whatever form of therapy or counseling or rehab or clever combination thereof that I needed to hit the restart button on my life to begin things anew.

Well, somewhere between his emotionless, monotone exposition of why this and who that, and during any rare breaks in my sobs and threats and accusations and unintelligible pleadings and promises of sorting my life out, if he'd just let me stay-- somewhere in all that, he made a promise that as long as I was either in therapy or working at a job in whatever capacity I could, that he would cover my rent. And he did, because I did, and he continued paying my rent all the way up to my 42nd birthday.

HARD STOP due to length.

To be continued…

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[homo-rashi]

Kinktober 2023 | Virginity

Original Male Character x Original Male Character

Yuu can't control himself. It's as if his wildest dream is coming true. He is kissing someone, a man,not just any man. Akihiko and it feels so nice. His lips are so soft and the little noises he makes when Yuu presses his tongue against his teeth, begging to be invited in is adorable. Akihiko’s voice is adorable. Yuu grabs the back of Akihiko's head, his long hair is nice, Like a womans but better, because it smells like cologne, and that's hot. Men smell nice, Akihiko smells nice and oh- 

“Yuu,mmmn” Yuu keeps kissing, his mouth doing things on its one he didn't even think he would enjoy, but it all feels nice, too nice he thinks when he realizes the two hard masses he is feeling down below. He is hard and he is pretty sure Akihiko is too from the odd throb or two he feels through the blanket over his lap. He isn't sure what to do about that so he keeps kissing.

“Mmm, ah-” Akihiko pulls back for a second, a wet flush is visible over his face, Yuu also feels like he is panting from making out for so long, but he doesn't even feel close to wanting to stop. “I just, If we keep going I, um, I haven't done this in a long time and i’m getting close too…” Akihiko lets his words trail off. 

“Close too, what?” Yuu asks, just eager to get back to kissing. He doesn't really care what it is, he doesn't want to stop.

“Finishing, sorry I know we're just making out but, you're grinding on me and-” Yuu didn't even realize he was so into what they were doing, but it explains why he is so hard. He looks down between them, easing off Akihiko just enough to move the blanket out from between them. He sees a small, 100 yen coin size wet spot on the top of the bulge in Akihiko’s light blue pajama pants. 

“It's okay, let's keep going.” Yuu setting his lap back down into Akihiko’s with the blanket out of the way, he can feel just how turned off Akihiko is and it definitely has an effect on him. 

“Are you sure? We don't have to, we can take it slow.” Yuu presses another kiss into Akihiko, grabbing his hand from his face and placing it on his cock. “I want to. I've never felt like this before and I wanna keep feeling like this, with you, right now.” Yuu goes back to kissing, biting At Akihiko's lips until he lets him inside again. He feels Akihiko’s hand wader past the elastic of his sweatpants as they kiss, He takes this an and invitation to grind into his hands, in turn drinking his pelvic area into Akihiko's hard member. 

“Ah-” The feeling of Akihiko's hands around Yuu was something he had never felt before. His heart was beating faster and faster as Akihiko's hands moved over his body in a way that seemed so foreign yet so familiar. He pushed himself further into Akihiko's grasp, allowing himself to be guided even further into sensation.

Yuu felt a wave of fear rise up within him, but then he remembered how he never thougt he would be able to do something like this, to explore this new experience with someone he trusted completely. With this thought in mind, he took a deep breath and allowed himself to sink further into the sensations that surrounded him as Akihiko explored his body with increasing confidence.

Yuu soon found himself in an almost trance-like state as Akihiko’s fingers expertly explored every inch of him until finally settling on his cock which now stood rigidly against his thigh, he was more than ready to proceed. Akihiko began to apply the slightest bit of pressure in a rhythmic way, sending ripples of pleasure through Yuu's entire body.

 it seemed to grow stronger with each passing moment until finally, Yuu could no longer contain himself and let out a loud groan of delight.

“Hnnng- Akihiko-san!” 

 Yuu’s moans only seemed to egg Akihiko on and soon, his hand movements became faster and more intense as if he were determined to push Yuu over the edge, forgoing all hesitation from earlier. 

 The sensation is unlike anything Yuu has ever experienced before. Like being on some sort of carnival ride where the intensity kept increasing at every turn. His breathing grew heavy and erratic as Akihiko expertly seems to touch every single nerve ending in his member, sending sparks of pleasure through him that threatened to make him lose all sense of control.

 At this point, there was no turning back – Yuu knew he was going to cum soon. He shuddered slightly as Akihiko teased him mercilessly, slowing his movement just a bit, before finally letting go and allowing himself to succumb to the powerful sensations that were running through out his entire body. As his orgasm came over him like an unstoppable wave, it felt like time had stopped for a moment and nothing else mattered but this pure bliss which slowly started fading away as he returned back down from his high. 

Yuu lays panting heavily on the bed, exhausted from the experience yet content with what had just occurred between them both, He suddenly realized something important, rolling over and looking over Akihiko worriedly, This wasn't just about his physical pleasure! It was about two people sharing something special and intimate, 

"D-Did you cum?" Yuu asks, surprised by how breathy his voice sounds. Akihiko laughs, motioning down to his Pajama bottoms, and the large wet patch of pleasure now coating them from the inside

"Yes," Akihiko says, eyes twinkling with joy. "Didn't you?" 

Yuu smiles shyly and nods, His heart races as he remembers the intensity of the orgasm that took over his body.  Akihiko reaches out and grabs his hand, their fingers intertwined in an intimate way.

Yuu looks down at their hands in awe, still amazed by how easily Akihiko made him feel so alive and pleasured. He can't believe how different holding his hand feels now versus when he first grabbed it at the train station hours ago.  He takes a deep breath before speaking again, feeling like he has to expel some of this newly discovered emotion from his chest. 

"That was amazing," Yuu sighs dreamily. Akihiko grins back at him, nodding in agreement before scooting closer to him on the bed and resting his head against Yuu's shoulder lovingly. They lay there contentedly for a few minutes longer, each one's thoughts clearly wandering off into what Yuu imagines is a big mush of good feelings after what they just shared together. 

Every touch and every kiss felt exactly like it should have been - perfect, sexual harmony between them. Perfect for Yuu. He wouldn't have had his first time, losing his Virginity, go any other way.