#damnit diego

[1zashreena1]

IT IS!

is this the boy with brown eyes you all have been talking about

[moonbyulsstuff]

Can you please write for gun, goo, johan, dg, samuel when they confess to their fem!crush she laughs cause she doesn't believe them (considering how they are) and tells them that they don't need to lie to her in order to use her/not to make fun of her. Thank you!!!

There's No Way.

Female Reader.

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Diego Kang:

Surprise.

That's what [Name] feels right now.

Eyes wide, mouth agape, and her heart hammering against her chest.

There's no way the DIEGO KANG said those words to her, it has to be a joke, right? There's no way the stoic, nonchalant, and laid back Diego said those 3 words to her.

And she couldn't help but burst into laughter as a result.

"HAHAHAHAHA!! There's no way, right? You have to be joking right now, Diego!"

[Name] said as Diego just watched her laugh with a straight, serious face. He just watched her continue to laugh like what he said was a joke.

After awhile, she finally calmed down and looked at him seriously.

"You're joking, right?"

[Name] asked, looking Diego straight in the eyes. He sighed and ran his hand through his hair and looked at her with his usual expression, but she could see the hint of vulnerability, genuine and love behind those stoic eyes.

"You really think I would joke about something as love?"

He said, making [Name] serious, her expression one of caught of guard. She could hear the sincerity in his voice. [Name] was taken it back to be honest, she never thought in a million years Diego could be so vulnerable.

She bit her lip and Diego could see that she didn't know what to do or think, he sighed as he walked towards her and gently held her hand.

[Name] looked at him in surprise, feeling his rough, calloused hands intertwined with hers. She could feel her face burning up from the gesture, she bit her lower lip even more.

".. I'm not joking on what I said, I'm serious. You know I would never joke about something like that... especially to you.." Diego softly said as he leaned close to [Name] face, [Name] stared at his eyes and she could feel her knees getting weaker.

"Please believe me..." Thump. "I do.."

Thump.

"Love you..."

Diego saw her face getting red even more, it made him chuckle as he softly caress her face. "Do you believe me now? Or do I need to kiss you to pr-" "Okay! Okay! I believe you!"

Samuel Seo:

"What did you say?" Samuel kissed his teeth as he looked away and tiny red blushes on his cheek. "I said I love you idiot..." Samuel said while scratching the back of his neck.

[Name] stared at him before she let out a chuckle making Samuel looked at her in confusion, he raised an eyebrow looking at her. "What? Why did you chuckle?" Samuel asked as he crossed his arms.

She looked at him with a smile. "I don't believe you Samuel, if this is a joke. You got me there." [Name] said as Samuel went quiet.

He stared at her dumbfounded at her words before he fully realized on what she said, he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I'm not joking.." Samuel grumbled which only made [Name] chuckle once more which cause his irritation to grow.

"I'm not.." "C'mon Samuel..." [Name] said looking at him with a apologetic smile. "You were never the type to joke around..." She said as his irritation grew and a tick mark appeared on his forehead.

Thud!

Her eyes widened as she looked at Samuel, her back pressed against the wall. Samuel had pinned her on the wall, though not harshly of course. His large hands gripping on her shoulders tightly but not too tight that it might cause a bruise.

"Samuel?" Samuel drew his face closer to [Name], their nose just an inch from touching each other.

"This is getting irritating..." He said pushing his hair back as [Name] looked at him, blinking profusely. "I am in love with you god damnit... I'm not joking... I wish I was... I don't know how or when, but all I know is that I am suddenly in love with you.." Samuel said with a serious tone as [Name] stood there.

Listening to his confessions.

"You and your stupid adorable face... your cute eyes... pouty lips... it's driving me crazy.." Samuel muttered, getting close to [Name] face who's breath hitched while making eye contact with Samuel.

"I am in love with you, and I am not joking." Samuel said before pulling away but not before [Name] grabbed his face and kissing him in the lips, it caught Samuel off guard at the feeling of her soft lips against his. But slowly he kissed her back, holding her close to him.

Pushing his body closer to hers as he wrapped his arms around [Name] body. After awhile, they both pulled away from the kiss and panted heavily. He chuckled and smirked, seeing [Name] face. "Damn, you look so cute right now."

Goo Kim:

"I don't believe you." "Eh?" Goo stood there, eyes blinking profusely while staring at [Name]. His mind processing the words before he let out a loud scream. "EEEHHHH??!?!" He yelled as [Name] covered her ears from the scream that the blonde let out, she sighed as Goo started to pace around the room in shock at what she said to his confession.

Mumbling on how [Name] didn't believe his words while she watched, [Name] sighed and coughed catching Goo's attention.

Goo stopped pacing around and stood in front of her and held her shoulders. "Why don't you believe me? Is it something that I said? the way I said? My tone of voice? My facial expression?" Goo said, wanting to know on why the girl he loves didn't believe him.

[Name] sighed and stopped Goo from continuing shaking her back and forth. "C'mon... this has to be one of your pranks, right? There's no way you would... have feelings for me..." [Name] said as Goo took a step back.

It dawned on him on why she didn't believe him.

He was a prankster, he teased everyone and wasn't serious all the time. No wonder his beloved [Name] didn't believe him, it was his notorious reputation.

[Name] stood there, staring at the now quiet Goo.

"Goo? Is something wrong?" The blonde took a deep breath, [Name] tilted her head as she raised an eyebrow. "Goo?" She asked once more.

He then kneeled down on the ground shocking [Name] at the gesture. "Goo?" [Name] asked before he turned his head to look straight at her.

[Name] was surprised at the look on his face, it was serious. She has seen him being serious before and mostly it was during fights, and now here...

"[Name]... the love of my life... the girl who captured my heart... listen to what I have to say... I am not joking, I am serious. I love you. I love you truly from the bottom of my heart, I love you more than anything in the world! More than fighting, more than my swords and more than money. I love you so much."

Goo said so seriously that it made [Name] heart thump at his words, she blushed as she slapped his shoulder. "Idiot!" "Huh?! Did I do something wrong?" Goo watched as she stomped off but swore he could see her face was red as a tomato, it made him smile and chuckle and followed behind her.

"My love!" "Don't call me that!"

Gun Park:

"Say what now?" [Name] said staring at Gun with wide eyes, he sighed and put his hands in his pocket. "Are you deaf? I said I love you idiot." Gun said as she blinked profusely.

"Yo-You're serious, right?" She asked as Gun nodded, [Name] didn't know if he was joking or not but Gun was not the type to joke about something or anything at all. And he looked serious when he said it.

But she didn't know if he was serious that he was feelings for her,

"... you're not... playing right?" Gun sighed and nodded, though it irritated him seeing her ask so questions like she doubted him, though she did, but he couldn't blame her. He was never the type to have feelings for anything except in fighting.

But [Name] was the one that showed him love, what love felt like. And it was a pleasant feeling he never wants to go away.

"I'm not joking, believe me.." He took a step forward and held her hand close to his chest, where his heart was.

[Name] could feel his heart beat and it was beating loudly, she blushed and looked at him as she could feel his thumbs caressing over her knuckles.

"You... you are the one making my heart beat faster than ever... you're the one making it beat faster outside of fighting and it's a pleasant feeling..." Gun said as he slowly brought her hand to his lips and gently kissed her knuckles.

[Name] blushed as she held his hand tighter, he looked at her through his sunglasses. "So... do you feel the same way?" Gun asked, his heart beating faster at her answer.

She smiled which caused Gun view to bright. "Of course!"

Johan Seong:

"I love you.." "Eh?" [Name] blushed at Johan's sudden confession to her, her heart started to beat loudly but she quickly shook it off and looked at him. "Why are you saying that?" She asked, acting casual. He looked at her with his childlike eyes which she couldn't resist. "Because I love you..." Johan said tilting his head.

She gulped. "There's no way that you love me... you're just joking right?" [Name] said looking away from him, Johan's face deflated at her words. He sighed before he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, catching her off guard.

"Jo-Johan?!" [Name] stuttered as she felt her face burning up from his gesture, he snuggled his face against the crook of her neck which made her shivered.

"I do love you..." Johan mumbled, [Name] bit her lip as she listened. "Ever since we were kids... I never got the courage to tell 'till now... I've been coward... hiding and running away from my feelings for you.." Johan said as his arms around her shoulders tightened.

"But now... I won't... I won't run away from these feelings anymore.." He said as he looked up his head to look at her flushing face, Johan smiled at the sight of her face.

"So... I'm not joking... you know I'm bad at telling jokes.." Johan said as he turned her around to face him, he watched as she averted her gaze away from him.

"Look at me.." Johan pleaded with puppy dog eyes before he gently gripped her chin, forcing him to look at her. [Name] heart welled at Johan's face.

It was so cute that it made her heart burst. "I love you to the bottom of my heart..." Johan said as [Name] flushed, steam was coming out of her head.

"I... I love you too.." Johan smiled brightly at her words and kissed her cheek which made her squeal and hid her face against his chest, he chuckled and hugged her.

"I love you so much.."

[lowkeyrobin]

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[katsu28]

i don't know if you've done this, but a 🍭 “You told me not to worry about them.” with bradley bradshaw maybe??

thank you sm for requesting, my dear ari!! much love for u <3

bradley "rooster" bradshaw x aviator!reader, callsign Casper (like the ghost hehe), some swearing, 1.3k

They were just some harmless pranks; you could handle them. That was what you told Rooster over and over when he found out you were getting hazed by some other pilots in your squadron. It wasn't uncommon for stuff like this to happen to newer pilots, but damnit if he didn't hate seeing it happen to you. 

It was what he had to keep reminding himself when you called him at three in the morning one night and asked him to come pick you up from one of the shadiest districts in San Diego. His mind was reeling the whole car ride to you, because you’d sounded so quiet on the phone. Whether it was because you were embarrassed, upset, or even scared, he didn’t know. 

“Are you okay?” was his first question as soon as he’d put his car into park and rushed over to you, eyes squinting in the dingy, flickering streetlight to scan your whole body for any sign of injury. You just nodded, and when he seemed certain that there was nothing wrong with you, he frowned. “What the hell is going on? Why are you even out here this time of night?” 

“It was nothing, just another stupid prank,” You muttered, drawing your jacket tighter around yourself. Rooster’s eyebrows furrowed. “What?” 

“Pranks are funny. This? Ditching you alone here of all places, that’s not a prank. That’s risking your life.” 

“You say it like I don’t do that for a living everyday.” You were joking, even though right now definitely wasn’t the time to be cracking one. 

Rooster’s jaw clenched. “This isn’t a fucking joke, Casper, okay? I know you wanna fit in and prove that you belong here, which you do, I know you do, but this hazing shit with your squad isn’t okay!” 

“It’s nothing I can’t handle.” You set off to the Bronco after that, effectively cutting the conversation short. Rooster was worried, you understood that, but every pilot went through this kind of thing. Making it through the pranks meant that you’d finally be accepted as a real part of your squadron, so you were fine with it. But Rooster had a problem with it, and he wasn’t afraid to tell you. Case in point. 

Rooster slid into the driver’s seat a few seconds later, turning to you and opening his mouth like he was going to say something, but decided against it, instead opting to just start driving. 

The atmosphere in the car was tense, to say the least. Neither of you wanted to break the charged silence, too headstrong to give in. 

Rooster was the first one to break a good while into the drive, voice defeated. “You told me not to worry about them, Y/N.” 

Y/N. Not your callsign. That was how you knew he meant business. 

“And you still don’t have to, Bradley. I have it under control.” And that was your stubbornness talking. It was one of the qualities you possessed that gave you the grit and determination you needed to make it this far in the game, and you’d be damned if you let a bunch of chauvinistic asses take it away from you. 

“If you had it under control, it wouldn’t’ve got this far. I can talk to those assholes, let ‘em know not to mess with you.” 

“Oh, and then what? I get let off the hook because my big scary Lieutenant boyfriend said so?” You scoffed, crossing your arms tightly over your chest. “They’re never gonna take me seriously after that. So thank you for picking me up, but just leave it alone, okay?” 

“I’m just trying to help you!” 

“Help me?” You let out a humorless chuckle. “You don’t get it, do you? However hard it was for you to earn the respect of other pilots, it’s fifty times harder for me. Nobody takes me seriously because of who I am. What I look like. I need to prove that I’m just as tough as they are, and if they think I’m pulling favors from you, I’m right back where I started.” 

Rooster hesitated again, taking a second to digest your words. He’d never actually thought of it that way. He was so focused on what he could do to get them to stop that he never considered how that would bode for you. Rooster knew the type of guys your squad members were. Hell, he’d even been that type of guy at one point in his life. 

But you were right. If he stepped in, that would only make things even harder than they already were for you. And if they suspected you’d gone running to him to get him to pull his rank, maybe even escalate it further. 

“I’m sorry,” Rooster said softly, settling his free hand over your knee. You continued to stare out the window, jaw clenched tight so he wouldn’t see you falter.

He tried again, a different approach this time. “I get it. Finding a good groove with a new team is hard. You just wanna take it, muscle through whatever they throw at you. Show them that you can play with the big boys. But sweetheart, this is getting out of hand. Stupid pranks are fine; I’ve pulled a shit ton back in my day. But when it comes to compromising your safety, that doesn’t fly with me.” 

Your breath trembled as you exhaled, and Rooster noticed. He flicked on his blinker, maneuvering off to the side of the street and killing the engine in one smooth motion before swiveling to face you in his seat, one big hand coming up to cup your cheek. 

“I was really scared, Bradley,” You admitted, your words nearly a whisper. You leaned into his touch instinctively, fingers curling around his wrist. “I—I didn’t know if I should call you, or just find my way back on my own. I didn’t—I didn’t know what to do.” 

“Oh, my sweet girl,” He cooed, stripping off his seatbelt. You thought he would try to hug you from here, but instead he held up a finger, hopped out of the car and rounded the hood, pulling your door open to gather you in a much better hug than you were expecting. His arms folded around you just right, lips pressing into the top of your head, heart a comforting thud against your ear. “Thank you for calling me. Always call me, no matter what time it is. If I can be there, I’ll be there. And if I can’t, I’ll find a way.” 

“Thank you,” You mumbled, voice muffled against the softness of his hoodie. 

“Of course.” Rooster sighed, giving you one last good squeeze before holding you at arms length for what he was going to say next. “You’re a good pilot, Casper. I’ve seen you fly, you’re one of the best I’ve ever seen.” 

“Yeah well, you’re biased,” You said lightly, nudging his ribs with your elbow gently. 

“I’m not! Professionally speaking, as someone who’s seen dozens of pilots come in with the potential to become something great and fizzle out, I can honestly, truly say that you’re not one of them. You don’t have to prove yourself to anyone, because you’re just that good.” 

“Are you trying to woo me and get me into your bed right now?”

Rooster’s cheeks flushed pink. “No! Well yes, eventually, but—stop distracting me! I mean it, okay? You’re going places. So tell those dickbags to knock it off, because chances are, if you’re as scary as I know you can be,” He earned another jab to the gut for that comment, “they’ll take the hint. Show them you’re not playing their stupid games anymore.” 

“I will.” Your fingers loosened their grip around his torso, lips quirking into a soft smile. 

“Good. I’m glad. And if they keep being jerks, I’ll gladly be of service.” He shrugged. “As your boyfriend, not Lieutenant Bradshaw. No pulling rank of any kind, I promise.” When you laughed, he straightened proudly, always pleased to be the reason you were happy. Some would even say it was his greatest mission in life. “Stay at my place tonight?” 

“Okay.” 

“See, now I’m trying to get you into my bed. I think it’s working too. Is it?” 

“Definitely.” 

[sorchathered]

Sacred New Beginnings- Chapter 7

A/N- we have a new header photo! Since the story has progressed into mainly Jake and Stormy’s relationship it seemed like it was time. This one is a little short and super angsty, don’t kill me!

Y’all send me some feedback after this chapter. I want to know what you’d like to see happen next!

Pairing- Jake Seresin x reader (OC Stormy)

Song inspo- “never let me go”- Florence and the Machine, “ if you need to, keep time on me”- Fleet Foxes

Summary-Stormy is on her first deployment with her new squad, missing their 6 month anniversary and gearing up for a hell of a mission.

Warnings- language, violence, injuries (it’s an angsty one guys)

The lumpy twin bed on the aircraft carrier didn’t do much in the way of comfort, but damnit you’d been having the best dream. You and Jake at some seaside restaurant, slow dancing and toasting to your anniversary. It had felt so real, when you’d startled awake by your alarm you could almost feel his warm embrace, tears welling up in your eyes as you came back to reality. You were in the middle of the Atlantic, nowhere near San Diego, and today you and Jake had been together 6 months.

You’d gotten your deployment papers and shipped out almost a month ago, infrequent emails and the occasional phone call all you had to hold on to, along with a handful of letters and photos Jake had printed for you to decorate your bunk to spruce up the empty space you’d call home for the next 2 months. Long distance had been hard, but being deployed without him was a whole other level of pain. For years you’d worked together as pilot and WSO, enduring the shitty conditions and battling the homesickness as a team, doing this alone with a brand new team was a choice you’d make all over again but the loneliness stung no matter how you sliced it. Startled by a sharp knock to the cabin door you threw the covers back and called out for them to wait. It was Viper, your front seater who had become a damn good friend the past few months of integrating with your new team. He and his husband had welcomed you with open arms, game nights at their home and family dinners on Sundays were infamous in your squad, you truly did love this group of misfits despite missing the Daggers something fierce.

Flinging the door open to his smiling face you felt a little lighter, “Come on kid, let’s get some breakfast in you, we’ve got a hell of a day ahead of us! You can dream about your golden boy later!” He let out a cackle as your cheeks tinged in embarrassment and patted you on the head, ushering you both towards the mess hall in preparation for another long and tedious day of maneuvers.

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On the opposite coast Jake is feeling much of the same, he had complete faith the two of you could weather any storm but the longing he felt without you took his breath away sometimes. He’d never loved anyone like this before, and he’d certainly never been the one waiting for his loved one to come back from deployment. How did spouses do this every day? Just sending the ones they love off to far away places for months at a time and praying to whatever deity existed that they’d come home safely, it was a selfless burden he’d never take for granted again. He checked his email as he inhaled his breakfast, seeing an email and photo attachment from you and he nearly tripped over himself to open the message. There you were, half unzipped flight suit with your cleavage on display, blowing a kiss into the camera just for him. But it was the message itself that sent him over the edge, you explaining in graphic detail all the ways you wanted him to take you apart when you were re-united, how much you loved him and couldn’t wait to be back in his arms. He was the luckiest bastard on earth, shaking his head with a soft chuckle. He held his phone up, took a selfie of his shirtless form and messy bed head, sending you kisses from across the world and typing out a quick reply. “Just a little longer Stormy, it’s you and me baby we can do anything, you’re my moon and stars baby girl I love you. Kick ass today, and thank you for the best 6 months of my life. Love, Jake.”

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The day which started relatively normal, went to shit almost instantly. The mission had to be moved up, enemies were in the area; pirates hired by a foreign nation to carry out a terrorist attack against the very vessel you were sailing on. Your COC wanted a team in the air within the hour to take them down and it left everyone scrambling to throw together a plan and get to their aircrafts. You’d had a bad feeling gnawing at you from the moment they described the plan of attack; two much could go wrong and there wasn’t enough information about the kind of weaponry the enemy had trained on them. Viper gave you a pointed look to keep it to yourself, he didn’t feel good about it either but time wasn’t on anyone’s side today, better to keep your head down and do whatever was needed to survive.

It was a shitstorm, between the enemy aircraft on everyone’s backs their warship seemed to have a never ending supply of missiles, raining down explosives from every direction. It was a dogfight no one had expected and with what was truly a miracle you all made it out alive, barreling across the sky back to the carrier. As you all made your descent warning lights began to appear on your radar, something was coming in hot and it was headed for the ship. You were calling out coordinates while everyone rallied into a formation to see if they could take it out, but it was too late; it had been a diversion. Heat seeking missles were drawing in from another round of jets, and it was either take out the jets or risk everyone on the carrier. Just as Viper began to howl in victory over his first air to air kill, an explosion landed on your left side, taking out the wing and sending you both plummeting. You could barely hear yourself screaming to eject, heartbeat roaring in your ears, your last thought before being flung from your fa/18 was of Jake.

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It had been a boring day filled with lectures and Jake couldn’t be more happy to get the hell out of the school house, a beer and sports highlights were calling his name. He’d made it halfway through the lot before he heard someone calling his name, more like screaming it as they hurdled towards him through the parking lot. It was Cyclone’s assistant, gasping for air as she told him he was needed immediately in the admiral’s office, it was an emergency. He felt his heart sink, the only reason your godfather would need him for an emergency was you, and he took off towards the building as fast as his body would carry him. Flinging the office door open was unprofessional but he couldn’t be bothered to give a shit, he knew something was wrong and when he crossed the threshold Beau Simpson’s normally callous demeanor was gone, tears in his eyes as he looked up at Jake.

“What?!” He gasped, “Don’t sugar coat it Sir, just tell me, where is she?” Jake was shaking uncontrollably now, if you were gone it would be the end of him.

“She’s alive, but her injuries are severe. She’s being transported to Walter Reed as we speak, and you and I are heading there as soon as possible. She’s been placed in a medically induced coma.”

Jake’s knees hit the floor, and the tears began.

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[escapedaudios]

Ok future series planned, with introductory synopses.

My Greasefire Life (Slice of Life, Satiric Comedy): A theater school graduate relegated to working at a Burger restaurant with a theatrical gimmick befriends a night shift server from the Denny's that he dramatically broke up with his girlfriend at. On the same night, he befriends the profoundly stupid but oddly wise rugby player that his girlfriend cheated on him with. Together they try and fix their pathetic lives.

Neon Memoriam (Drama, Supernatural, High Romance): After helping to set Raven's life right from beyond the grave, the haunting ghost of Crow ponders his purpose. He is met by a swan, who reveals herself as a beautiful scythe-wielding angel clad in white. She is the angel of death that was meant to take his soul to the afterlife years ago, but for some reason was unable to. Together they he accompanies her through her day to day life as a reaper, as they explore Crow's own life and death to come to understand his nature and destiny.

Matador Oscuro (Action Adventure, Gothic Horror, Drama): 24 years after the events of Matador Gothic, a newly turned vampire couple struggles to survive in a compound of fledgling vampires. The vampires quickly turn on each other to compete for prey and power. To worsen matters, a deadly attack by a Matador Gótico named Diego Villaba (son of Alfonso Villaba) on their compound sends them running. As the sole survivors, these two not-quite-in-love lovers resolve to go on a journey of vengeance across Spain to find the vampire who turned them into monsters and destroy him, all while being relentlessly pursued by Diego Villalba.

My True Love is Dead (Slash and Basher sequel): After the events of the Reddening, time is unable to turn back in Slasher's world. Slash ressurects naturally as a ghoul, a natural ability of slashers, but Basher does not. Learning from the Reaper that this is because Slash has supplanted Basher's territory by surviving The Void Maverick a few minutes longer, they make a deal with death to go on a dangerous quest to ressurect the Basher.

Blue Infinity Season Two (Nautical Fantasy, Alternate History): After being captured by the feared pirate Blind Simon, Lass learns the reason why Simon seeked her out. Knowing that her pendant has something to do with ending The Drift, Simon resolves to destroy it, knowing that the end of The Drift would mean the end of pirate domination over the Blue Infinity. When she refuses, she flees overboard and is rescued by Fletcher and a siren who's voice Simon once loved. Together they go on a journey to end The Drift, culminating in a battle of destiny against Blind Simon and the crew of Persephone's Bleeding Heart.

I'm going to make this happen come hell or high water god damnit. Desmond ASMR is still in, though it's gonna take some patience from me.

[1zashreena1]

Here, take this old short snippet from early on in their relationship

Rated E for sex toys, mentions of dick, Murder Panther being Murder Panther

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Bring your vibrator⚡🔋

That's it. That was the whole text from Diego. At 4:42 in the morning.

He's probably asleep now, but you have to answer him. Its impossible to ignore Murder Panther.

Its only Wednesday. Do you have any chill?

Getting him riled up is half the fun. You start to head for the bathroom when the little bouncing dots appear. Oh god, he is awake.

No. What are you wearing

You're not even mad. A pic of your bare feet in the bathroom disappears into the ether. You get a pic of his pants abandoned on the floor.

Now get in the shower Princess

Okay, you really do send him shower nudes because you can hear the growl and you like it. But the video he sends you almost makes you late for work.

So. Much. Dick.

[daniigh0ul]

tag yourself i'm the unphased trio in the background

prev || next context + transcript under the cut. big shout outs to @madebycoffee for the poses <3

some contextual worldbuilding: werewolf pups are werewolves who have not shifted yet and do not have control of their abilities. while the abilities are innate for diego because he inherited them, it's still something that has to be honed in on. the werewolves he meets have the advantage of 1) embracing their werewolf nature, and 2) being in a pack so they have each other as mentors to learn from and refine these skills. even more context, rough housing is really common in packs. but still, lou bullying diego would be equal to a lab fighting a yorkie lol.

transcript:

LOU: In wolf mode, I can bench at least 350 lbs. Diego walking toward the abandoned steel factory. Lou stops talking to sniff the air. LOU: Who the fuck are you? Get lost. DIEGO: Just passing through, man. LOU: Get lost, runt. DIEGO: It's a free country. Just let me g— Rory exits the werewolf tunnels to her usual haunt, the abandoned steel factory. She sees her pack lounging around and a newcomer. She smells the anger before she hears it in Lou's voice. LOU: I can smell the fear on you, pupsqueak. Bet you haven't even shifted yet. DIEGO: Get out of my face, you freak. LOU: What are you gonna do about it? DIEGO: Fuck y— Rory sees Lou punch the kid and runs. RORY: Ah, damnit. RORY: HEY. LOU. STOP THAT RIGHT NOW. Lou is distracted by Rory's commanding voice. Diego takes the opportunity to roll them over. Diego cannot process any thought. Blood. Flesh. Rip. Tear. Throat. He is snarling. No part of him wants to stop. Lou's laugh cuts through him. Diego snaps back to his senses. Both look up at the commanding presence before them. RORY: Care to explain? DIEGO: He attacked me for no reason. LOU: He has a punchable face and I'm not sorry. RORY: Lou, you're too old to be fighting pups. LOU: Aw. It was just a bit of fun. Wasn't it, pupsqueak? DIEGO: What did you call me? Diego is still too close to the brink and he goes to fight Lou. Lou holds him back with his hand with little effort. LOU: Runt of the litter can't even get a punch in. RORY: Listen, chucklefucks. Stop that. Lou, go for a run. Kid, we should talk.

[valeria-garza-enjoyer]

I want to have you to myself for once

Valeria Garza x Reader.

She looks at you, eyes sunken in and dim, exhausted does not begin to describe how either of you feel.

“If they’re not here by tomorrow night, I-I…” You trail off, looking at her intently. “I don’t want you to die… so I want you to eat me.”

Or: You and Valeria get stranded, and in your last act of love and service to her, you offer her your body and blood. And she swallows you whole.

Based on Vore by Sleep Token.

MAJOR CW: cannibalism, murder, suicide.

Valeria is carried back by Diego once found. Her hands, almost to her elbows, covered in blood and peritoneal fluid, mouth stained by the maroon ichor and caked on her teeth. Splatters reach her eyes, clumping her lashes. Down her jaw, covering her neck, staining the neckline of her shirt.

Nothing reaches her eyes but the blood. No smiles, no screams, not even tears can reach her from here. Loaded on the helicopter, she looks down at the ground below her, thinking it would be a better fate to join you now than wait. To hold you in her arms once more, not stained in your gore. Diego wraps an arm around her shoulders tighter, a rare sign of affection he wouldn’t normally give. He knows this could be life or death, not holding Valeria down when they’re hundreds of feet in the air.

She gave the order to retreat, the Vaqueros could have this one. They could win the battle, but she would win the war. And she would win, there was no doubt. But as she was packing up and heading out, running with her men, she sees you. Her sweetheart, her bebita, was stuck under rubble. She breaks off and runs back to you, resting her hands on your shoulders.

“Baby? Baby!” She calls, slightly out of breath from the heat and intensity of the day. She shakes your shoulders, huffing. “We have to go, now! Can you walk?”

You cough up dust and debris, ground concrete filling your airways and ruining your lungs. Your entire abdomen below is stuck under hundreds of pounds of cement, and a feather’s touch would send it crushing you.

Valeria, normally cool and calm, is hysteric. She left her entire cartel behind just to save you. No idea where they are now, Vaquero’s probably still in the area, and you are stuck with no way out, she can’t think. She aimlessly pulls on your arms, hoping to pull you free and call it that, run after her men with you over her shoulder. But life is never that easy for a woman who has turned on everyone she knew. Karma was going to catch up to her, God was going to strike her down, and this is where. You were her ending, you were her penance and purgatory.

She sits there beside you, resting her head against yours as tears of frustration begin to fall, cleaning her face of the dust in tiny trails. She could never be mad at you, no no no. She’s mad at herself for letting you stray away, letting you continue fighting after you two fell in love, letting you in her heart in the first place.

“Are you okay, mi princesa?” She whispers softly, the only way to keep her voice from cracking. “Are you in pain like I am?”

Your words are hushed and indeed pained, a grimace on your face as the rebar and chunks of concrete press down on your feet, cutting off circulation slowly. You try to wiggle your feet out, and scream as the concrete slams down on your toe.

“Val!” You cry, thrashing and clawing at her vest. There’s a primal look in your eyes, but it’s not the kind that makes her shiver and devour you like a man starved. It’s primal fear, so basic and simple that it scares her back. “Get me out!”

“Darling, please, I don’t want to hurt you!” She pleads, placing her hands over yours and squeezing them. “Please don’t make me hurt you…”

“If I’m going to be in pain, I’d rather you cause it, damnit!” You hiss back, pulling her vest so she leans into you. “Just get me out of here!”

“Okay, okay okay okay, just…” Valeria huffs, looking over the situation. She knows not even an army could get you out of this, how is she meant to do it on her own?

She pushes up on the lower edge of the broken slab, inching it up with all her might. She slows, holding it up with her back. It’s just enough room for you to start wriggling yourself out. You pull on your foot, falling out onto the ground. She lets the rubble fall and pulls you into her arms, letting out a breath she was barely aware of, pressing you to her chest.

“I-” Valeria starts to laugh, and you laugh, too. Shock and hysteria prevail. She sits on the ground, pulling you in and l rubbing your back, keeping your head cradled to her chest. Above all else, her priority is to keep you safe and calm. And since she’s already failed at the first one, she might as well try to accomplish the second one. “Bebita, you’re okay, we’re okay. See? Both fine.” She murmurs, repeating fragments of the sentence over and over, maybe more so to soothe herself.

After some time has passed, she looks at you, tears welling up in her eyes once more. There’s nothing around here. No bases nearby, no cities to walk to safely, nothing. And with her radio broken and phone with no service, she’s shit out of luck. You both are shit out of luck. She knows the general direction that her men went in, but would you two be able to catch up with them? Would you be able to stay up with her with what was probably a broken foot or toe? She certainly wouldn’t leave you behind when she didn’t even know where she really was, there was no way she’d know how to get back to you or find you.

“Valeria…” You whisper after a small coughing fit, hopefully forcing the last of the dust from your lungs. “Where… where are we?”

She doesn’t have an answer to that.

Valeria purses her lips and hums, looking around nervously. It’s not normal for her to be nervous. She’s always the level headed one of the relationship, but now? With nowhere to go and no one to help? Nothing but the clothes on your backs? Even the toughest crack a little under these conditions.

“I don’t really know, preciosa.” She finally pushes past her teeth and tied tongue, the words sounding weird and breathy. “I really don’t know.”

The sky starts to darken, the chill setting in quickly. She hugs you tighter and lays against the rubble, cocooning you in and trying to keep the heat between the two of you in this isolated, abandoned town.

The night is long, unfortunately. Constantly getting woken up by gusts of wind pushing and pulling at you, biting your skin in the thin, breathable layers meant for the daylight only, chilling you inside and out. And when the wind dies down and Hypnos is about to let the two of you find rest once more, the coyotes start to yip, each time getting closer and louder until it’s as if they’re on the opposite side of the building you two lay against.

You curl into her side and whimper after the fourth time getting woken up by the howling of the feral. You blink, barely able to see Valeria in the pale moonlight. She’d look like an angel if she didn’t have stress permanently etched onto her face right now.

“Do you think we’re gonna make it out, Valeria?”

“We can’t afford to think like that, sweetheart. We’re gonna make it out.”

“Valeria.”

“We will make it out.”

She pulls you tight, breathing in the remnants of your shampoo and perfume. Her eyes water and she blinks them away, burying herself in your warmth and willing herself to sleep this nightmare away.

When day breaks, the chill finally leaving your bones, She looks around the brightening horizon. Nothing in any direction. Nothing for miles. Nothing. Just nihil, nihil, nihil. She sighs, stands up and walks around, looking at what little tracks stayed intact over the windy night. Footprints going in all directions, the indents of where tires once rested, but no clear direction. Valeria huffs, looking through abandoned buildings on the brink of collapsing in on her, looking for any resources. Some have empty cans in them and wrappers of old soldiers MRE’s. Some have rats feasting on their dead friends in desperation, some are made more of cobwebs than concrete. She’s shit out of luck again. She comes back to you and kneels to you, kissing your dusty and cracked knuckles. Your ankle is swollen, your knee bruising something fierce.

“Think you can walk chula?” She whispers, looking over the other bruises making themselves known. It’s not that Valeria wants you to walk. No, if she had it her way, you’d be wrapped in the finest silks in her mansion, never to taste iron in your mouth or gunpowder up your nose again. You’d be her belle of the ball until time simply stopped.

You try to put weight on your leg once she stables you on your feet, but your leg simply crumples. The ankle rolls on impact with the ground, pain shooting from your toes and knee joining your ankle in collapsing. You cling to her, fingers gripping her vest and begging for respite. Valeria shushes your whimpers and lays you back down in the shade, kissing your forehead.

“I’m going to survey over that hill, okay? If there’s anything I see I’m coming back to grab you. I don’t care if that means I carry you on my shoulder the entire time, I’m not leaving you, baby. Just stay put, please. If I’m not back by sundown go hide in a building, some of them look pretty secure.”

You nod reverently, sitting up to press a kiss to her chapped lips. Valeria sighs and kisses you back, cupping your cheek for a moment before letting go, patting your jaw as she leaves the safety of your lips. You two make eye contact. Two sets of tear stained eyes, two sets of cheeks, caked with sand and powdery concrete, sunburns starting to develop on both your faces, lips chapped to the point of blistering.

Valeria makes the trek to the hill, sighing as she looks over the new horizon in front of her. In the distance she thinks she sees something dark, too dark to be a plant or more desert. It has to be water or more buildings, but she can’t take that risk. She’d die making that walk with you over her shoulder, and she knows the two of you have about a good day in a half before dehydration becomes a genuine problem. She cusses under her breath, fishing in her pocket for her phone, desperate for a signal.

She gasps.

SOS.

No cellular signal, no wifi, no satellite. But She’s still somewhere close enough to a tower to get an SOS signal through. Who will it reach though?

She doesn’t have time to think about that when she dials Diego, praying it’ll get through. After the third ring, it picks up.

“Diego. Dime que puedes encontrar las coordenadas de este teléfono, por favor.” She doesn’t even wait for him, the words rushing out without thought.

A beat goes by.

“Cortaste, ¿qué dijiste?”

Her heart sinks. She has to get this through, she can’t let the call drop. She can’t.

“¡Rastrea mi ubicación!” She yells clearly into the phone as the wind picks up, tears of frustration and helplessness stinging her eyes. Please, please please please-

“On it.”

Oh thank God. Valeria stays on the line, constantly shifting her weight from foot to foot.

“Sending Perez’s group, Señor.” Diego mumbles. She sighs in relief, laughing hysterically and gushing her thanks as the call drops. She runs back to the abandoned city and rushes to you, bringing you into her arms.

“I had enough signal to get a call through, amorcito. They’re coming for us.” She whispers, giddy and out of breath. She kisses you repeatedly, peppering your cheeks with soft pecks. You giggle softly, kissing her back and wrapping your arms around her neck.

Except a day goes by.

And both your throats are starting to seriously dry up and there’s no sign of Perez’s team. Valeria paces around all day outside, making short, quick loops around the small town, praying she’ll see a few armored trucks drive up and call for her. But they never come.

She collapses next to you that night, both your stomachs rumbling and eyes starting to sink in, Valeria looking particularly dizzy. She rests her head on your shoulder, moaning quietly as her head continues to make circles her body stopped hours ago.

Dehydration is a bitch.

The next morning comes and you wake up, Valeria already gone. In her state? Both of you severely dehydrated and in pain? She’s going to die out there! You crawl, limping to the opening of the building, looking around. Valeria rushes close to you, eyes dry and dazed, pupils blown wide. She looks hysteric.

“Bebita!” She laughs, picking you up and throwing you over her shoulder, ignoring the pain in her limbs and the hiss of pain that comes from you. “I saw them! I swear I saw Martinez’s team! They’re here, just over the hill!”

Wasn’t it Perez’s team?

“Valeria, honey, please calm down. You need rest!” You whisper, voice cracking slightly. You pound your fists against her back, begging her to let you down. This isn’t her, she isn’t here. Her eyes when she picked you up were crazed and distant, skin sickly and dry, fingers shaking and legs swaying. She stops mid-way to the hill, looking over at you, setting you down in the dirt. Her eyes focus for a moment before she sighs, shaking her head and picking you back up, heading back to the building you two were perched in.

“I’m so sorry, honey… I’ve failed you so badly…” She whispers, voice hoarse. If only she had the tears to express her pain, but the look in her eyes and tone in her voice are enough. She sets you back down in the corner you two will call home and your eternal resting site soon.

The two of you sit in silence, looking over your bodies as the day goes on, trying to commit every last piece of skin to memory. As the sun sets, both your sets of eyes getting hazy and blurry, you finally utter the words that have been on your tongue all day.

“Valeria… I don’t want you to die.”

“We are not going to die, love.”

“I don’t want you to die, though.”

She looks at you, eyes sunken in and dim, exhausted does not begin to describe how either of you feel.

“If they’re not here by tomorrow night, I-I…” You trail off, looking at her intently. “I don’t want you to die… so I want you to eat me.”

Valeria gasps, eyes widening horribly so.

“No, no way! I could never! I would rather die than do such a thing!”

“Valeria we are running out of time and I don’t want you to die!”

“They’ll come tomorrow!”

“So I’m planning for if they don’t!”

“No, that is final, cariño.”

“Valeria I love you! Let me service you this one last time, please! Let me have my last moments being loved so wholly you live off of me!” You cry out, hugging her so tightly you feel your lungs ache from the pressure. She sobs in unison with you, hugging you back just as tightly.

“Fine. If they… don’t… come tomorrow night, I will. I will.”

You smile weakly and shuffle into her lap, coughing quietly and laying your head against her chest. She cards a hand through your hair and looks down at you, gnarly whines and pitiful wails bubbling up, begging to be released. But she holds them down, locking them away for when you two are saved.

But that never comes, not for you at least.

The next day comes and goes, and by the end of the night, she’s forcing back sobs as she holds you. Her fingers claw into your back, face buried into your neck, body wrapped around yours.

“I can’t do it, amor. I can’t.” Valeria whispers, sobs bubbling up freely as she looks you over. “You’re my everything…”

“So make me a part of you.” You whisper back, just as quiet as her. “Welcome me in.”

She looks at you and nods wordlessly. Her knife lays strapped onto her thigh, warm against her skin after the long day. When morning comes she will wrap her hands around her knife and crack your sternum open, looking for anything she can eat from you. But tonight, she holds you close under the night sky, knowing this is the last time you will be in her arms, living and breathing and loving.

Well, you’ll always love her. And she’ll always love you.

Under the cover of nightfall, she wraps her body around yours, kissing you with as much strength as she can muster, forging your souls together and minds into one. Her hands, shaky and desperate, ride up your shirt, cupping at the bottom of your bra and squeezing oh so gently. Your hands find their way to her hips, sliding under her cargos and resting, squeezing just the same as hers, on the fat of her hips. Teeth clash, tongues tied, eyes open and drinking in what little of the other they can see.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

The day of rapture comes. Valeria starts to undo all your tactical gear, slipping your vest off and sliding your shirt off your body, unclipping your bra as well. Her hands find your cargos and she unbuttons them, pushing them and your panties down to your boots. She unties your boots and makes sure you’re bare for her to see. One last time.

Valeria unsheaths the sharp blade from her thigh and grips it in both hands, looking down at your soft body. She has to do this, she must survive.

“I love you so much, cariño.”

“I love you, too, Valeria.”

Her knife plunges horizontally through your chest, puncturing your lung and diving straight into your heart. The gasp that falls from your lips, the gasp of pure shock and adrenaline, makes a sob wretch from her own lips.

“¡Te amo, lo siento! ¡Te amo, lo siento! ¡Te amo, lo siento!” She sobs, pulling her knife out and forcing it into your sternum, cracking it in one sick thud and slicing the layers of tissue that protect it. She cuts down your abdominal cavity, sobbing and laughing as the blood gushes from you. Liquid, she thinks, but she knows somewhere deep down that even if blood didn’t dehydrate her more the action of drinking your blood would only kill her inside.

Regardless, though, she finds herself lapping up the fountains of ichor spilling from you. And liquid is liquid when you’re about to die of dehydration. She drinks until the supply on your stomach trickles to a stop, in which she comes up to your breast, kissing the pert nipple before lapping at the hole of her original incision. Her tongue slips in just barely and she pulls it out immediately, getting the taste of genuine fat on her tongue.

Her hands, a little more steady with some liquid in her, pry at your exposed sternum, grunting as she pulls it apart and looks at your heart. She stares at it, pulling at it and gently cutting the arteries away so she can hold it.

“Oh, mi corazón…” Valeria whispers, kissing your heart. She puts it back in, saving it for last. For now, she focuses on the meat in front of her, the ichor before her, spilling over her and the ground.

Like the butcher she is, she cuts away at your body, sobbing as she gnaws on your flesh and bone, chews on your raw meat and spits out gristle and fat. She tears at your thighs, kissing the insides of them before taking her first bite. As much as she doesn’t want to do this, she understands. She’s welcoming you in, swallowing you whole, making the two of you one.

She cuts away at every soft part of your body, harvesting what she can eat and scarfing it down over your open carcass. Your intestines are gently thrown to the side so she doesn’t threaten to spoil your meat. But then she sees it as she’s cutting your vaginal canal away to clump all your intestines out.

Your womb.

She throws the guts to the side and sifts through them, holding your womb in gentle, blood soaked hands. Her eyes tear up for the first time in days as she sobs once more. You two were talking about settling down, about doing surrogacy or adopting. About finally stepping away from the cartel like she wanted to, about hiding far away in the mountainside and keeping you as hers and hers alone.

Well. You are hers and hers alone now.

She finally circles back to your heart, now cold. She squeezes it gently and brings it to her lips, sinking her teeth in and biting down as hard as she can. She forces your ribs to move and curls up in your emptied body, gnawing on your heart, warming up in her hands.

Valeria’s never felt more close to you, unfortunately.

She sobs into your neck, kissing at the cold, unforgiving and unmoving skin. She begs to hear your heartbeat, begs to feel you breathe or see you smile. Her hands claw at your spine, running her hands over it like she used to, now inside and out.

“Please, mi preciosa, you’re all I have… please…” Valeria whispers brokenly, clawing at your well loved body. “You’re all I need.”

“Valeria?”

She cries softly, tears staining your face set in stone. They came. Had she just waited, like a sane person, she’d be laughing and kissing you and helping you walk to the car or helicopter. She screams loudly, a blood curdling, glass shattering, earth ending scream as she bashes her head into your sharp spine, begging for you to take her with you into the afterlife.

Diego and the men behind him grimace, but he advances, slipping his arms under her armpits and wrapping them around her shoulders, forcefully pulling the lovelorn, ichorous filled Valeria away. One last sob falls from her lips as she looks at your empty body,

“No, no, Diego, grab her!” She screams, reaching out for her other half, flailing with renewed strength. Diego just sighs and tugs her closer, walking to the helicopter. He mumbles something to one of the men behind him to grab the body and put it in a bag. He wouldn’t want to piss off his boss on a regular day, but when she’s like this? He’d rather be safe than sorry.

She looks down at the ground below her, getting smaller and less defined. And with one swift motion, her other knife plunges into Diego’s leg, and she jumps out of the open door of the helicopter.

She’s with you again. Never to be separated from her other half.

----

been listening to vore (sleep token) a lot lately and it just popped in my head. No, i will NOT be paying for anyones therapy. That includes you Nex.

Idea: Listening to vore again. Thinking of a one shot where valeria and you are stuck and in the end you let her eat you so she can live and she never recovers.

have a good day. I hope you hate me.

[1zashreena1]

I LOVE YOU

I LOVE HIM

@1zashreena1

[botanicallyinclinednerd]

The Umbrella Academy season 2 episode 7

"Some say the best luck is to die at the right time" Yeah but somehow I doubt you say that

Damn he's a feral old man, jfc Five

Bennnnn >:(

"God I hate your face" "I hate all of you" Hey now... 😟

Oh thank God, a ground rules conversation

Yeah this isn't gonna end well

This feels like a trap

Considering this is episode 7 and not 10, he's not going to be sucessful

Oh my god you IDIOTS it means eye for an eye

Diego just threatened an old lady

Five, you aren't going to kill Diego or any of your sibilings

Hes all bark no bite when it comes to his sibilings. The rest of the world? Well he did just murder a bunch of people. But for his family? He loves them

Those were not the type of ground rules I was expecting? But okay

BEN

Oh Ben

This is so cute they're makingdirt angels

Fucking Carl

Oh Allison

Ben is a dork confirmed

Ben buddy, I'm trying not to judge cause you know, being dead for 16 years but bud

Jfc. That does imply Klaus is aware of what's been happening

Tell me Ben gets to give Diego a hug and tells Diego that it's him. Please please please

YES!!! IM CRYING THIS MAKES ME VERY HAPPY

Okay, well, it is still Klaus's body, you can't just keep Ben in there all the time

The meme!

He needs them. He needs them so much it makes him irrational and stupid

Is the briefcase even a briefcase? He did not check

Damnit I knew he shouldn't drink from that

B E N! GIVE KLAUS HIS BODY BACK

Alright that's the cruelist rumor she's done

Uhhhhhh

They could have gone the 3 of them. Though I suppose that wouldn't have saved the world?

If Sissy looks at Vanya like she's a monster imma get upset

[lowkeyrobin]

DIEGO HARGREEVES ; the house

summary ; yours and diegos last look at the house you were raised in

warnings ; language

disclaimers ; platonic, set in a no-doomsday au where the house was sold after reggies death in 2024, also Reggie wasn't as abusive and the kids had special normal kid core memories cause I want them to have some sort of peace damnit, y/i = your initial

track ; the house that built me, miranda lambert

word count ; 1.1k

masterlist

Colorful Christmas lights hung around the home, just the way Mom would always hang them up. But this year, they weren't hung up by Mom. They were hung up by someone else's mom, someone else's protector, someone else's safe space.

You and Diego stand close together, solemnly walking up the front steps.

The umbrella logo had been removed from the glass front doors, leaving two red, wooden doors in their place. In some of the front windows, you could see fake battery-powered candles and snowflake decals.

Diego knocks on the door, looking in the little window above. A warm light illuminates the front space.

A woman opens the door, unknowing of who you were.

"Hi, can I help you? Are you a friend of Adam?"

"Uh, no" Diego replies. "We used to live here. Uhm..." He looks to you for reassurance.

You turn to the woman. "Can we walk around for just a moment? We never got to say goodbye after our parents passed. I promise we won't take anything other than our memories. Just to feel it, relive it one last time... I just wanna find myself again. This house built us. Our parents died unexpectedly, we couldn't come to even go to the funeral."

The woman's face softens. "Oh, of course" She steps back, allowing you entrance to the home.

The old black and white checkered floor was no more, replaced with some sort of white wood, contrasting against the dark oak accents. The light was warm, different than from what you remembered. This front room was always so cold.

"Take your time," She speaks. "I'll be in the kitchen. Would you like some hot chocolate? It's cold out there"

"No, ma'am," Diego answers, tapping the snow off of his boots on the welcome mat.

She nods, retreating to the other room.

You and Diego look at each other, quickly rushing to the stairs in front of you. On the side, in black paint, rests all of your handprints.

The first was Luther, always number one. He wrote his name like he was creating text to head the newspaper. Then there was Allison, her name painted underneath in cursive. Next was Five, his a little blotchy as he had to do his twice. He wrote his name in his palm, covering up his legal name, which Grace tried to get him to use, Max.

Then there was Klaus and Ben, theirs overlapping each other. Klaus had a mini paint fight with Ben, who'd disapproved immensely. Klaus' name was barely legible, Ben's neat and tidy. Next was Viktor, his hand perfectly placed on the side of the staircase. His name was written underneath in italics, slightly messy since he was in a rush to give the paint to you and Diego.

Speaking of you and Diego, your handprints rested on the end. You'd created a little heart, kind of, out of your hands. You took the left, he took the right. In the middle rested Mom's hand in dark pink paint. He'd begged and pleaded for her to join in for a good ten minutes. He was always a mama's boy.

Little eight-year-old Diego couldn't have been happier in that moment.

Your name was messily scribbled beside your hand, Diego's just the same. Grace wrote Mom with a little heart in cursive in her palm.

Your hands caress your little hands, remembering the cold paint on your hands, the mess it created on the floor.

"You think our height board is beside the hallway closet?" Diego asks softly.

"Wanna find out?" You ask

He smiles, leading you across the house. Beside the white door that led into a cleaning closet rests the height chart on the side board. L, D, A, K, F, B, V, and Y/I. Color coded, too.

Diego chuckles, seeing the height that represented him at ten. "God, I was so short. Allison was so tall"

"She still is" you reply, looking up at your final height checks. Luther's was at twenty-one. 6'3. "Wow. I never realized we all left at different times like that"

Diego nods, looking over Ben's final height at sixteen. He felt his heart trying to fix itself in that moment.

"I thought Klaus left at eighteen?" You comment, looking at the last number he had, being seventeen as he'd run away.

Diego shakes his head. "Seventeen. We left at nineteen, we got a little help from Mom, remember?"

"Oh, yeah"

You're both silent for a moment before you silently agree to go up to your rooms, wanting one last touch of Five, Ben, and yourselves.

You separate ways as you enter your rooms, sitting on the floor. You could remember where every last poster and item had gone like it was yesterday. From the bed placement to which one of Luther's records you were borrowing that day, it all stuck in your head.

The memories kept in the floorboards spoke to you.

Diego used to sneak into your room when he had nightmares up til the age of fifteen. He was mortified of the dark.

Viktor used to read with you on days off from training, all day long.

Luther sat in your room to listen to music with you while you tidied your room.

Klaus would often smoke in your room at because you were the only one with a table fan to wash the smell away out the window. Turning the lights on, even with a closed door, would've got you in trouble. Reggie was a night stalker.

Ben would trade posters with you everytime he wanted to reorganize his room.

Five would make you puke in your room by teleporting you around a kajillion times.

Allison would come to your room so you could style her hair.

You close the door as you leave, moving to Ben's. You can't enter, like the wound was torn into your skin just an hour ago. You look over the blank walls, your eyes set on where his old bookshelf sat.

In Five's room, newspapers were always plastered on the walls, much to Reginald's dismay. The foot of his bed usually housed a row of uniform shoes. There used to be a trunk under his bed where he kept his stuffed animals, which he'd outgrown before he disappeared. He couldn't bring himself to let go of them.

Diego approaches from behind, resting a light hand on your shoulder.

"You remember when Allison made a journal full of homes from magazines that she'd want to live in?"

You chuckle. "Yeah"

You're both quiet for a moment before he speaks again.

"Weird being here again"

You nod. "Hard to say goodbye to what raised you"

He nods. "I miss Mom"

"Me too"

[fiveapocalypse]

Five: if you give me four chocolate bars I might let you in

Klaus: but I only have HALF a chocolate bar

Five: no entry!

Klaus: that’s not fair….

Five: it’s MY pillow for and I make the rules!

Viktor: can I come in the fort? I don’t have any chocolate though

Five: you can come in :)

Klaus: oh so he gets to go but I don’t?

Five: give me fucking chocolate and maybe I’ll make an exception

Allison: no cursing. Put a quarter in the swear jar

Five: damnit—wait no I mean fuck, shit, heck, hell, GAH!

Klaus: with all those quarters, you can buy yourself a dozen chocolate bars.

Five: get off my lawn!

Klaus: it’s not a lawn! It’s the living room floor!

Five: GET OFF

Viktor: I think one of the walls collapsed

Five: this is all Klaus’s fault

Klaus: I didn’t do anything!

Five: my CHOCOLATE

Klaus: I have HALF A BAR. YOU DONT EVEN WANT IT

Five: get off my lawn. See this? It’s my cane, I will hit you with it

Klaus; that’s not legal!

Five: have I ever cared about what’s legal? OFF!

Diego: he’s right. He’s never cared about legality

Klaus: you are all so mean

Five: and you don’t have my chocolate. Begone! Perish! Remove yourself from my sight!

Klaus: would I be allowed back in if I got you hot cocoa

Five: ……perhaps

[ask-dinopants]

I don't want your affections.

I bet your hands are sticky like a toddler's.

Good then! Why would I associate with such a cheap bastard?! And I'm keeping the money! And for the last time, I wear gloves damnit! My hands are clean as a whistle! - Diego

He acts like one, too. - Hot Pants

[joshinyou-a]

➠ @actiongrrl

.·:*¨ ✘ ☠︎︎ ✘ ¨*:·.  Halloween in the rich neighborhoods of San Diego meant outlandish parties. Josh was in his second year at UCLA, which meant he wasn't too far from home. When a good buddy of his decided to throw an all out rager on the weekend before the big day, Josh knew he couldn't refuse. After all, it was his favorite holiday. Moreover, the year had been entirely out of wack since spring break, and he longed to feel some normalcy -- even if that normalcy meant the hazy, numbness that followed the bottom of a bottle.

March felt like a lifetime ago. It was the last time he'd seen her. Both were in town for spring break to hang out with their friends and take advantage of La Jolla's perfect beaches. Everything was fine until that night. That night that ended with him following the footsteps of his childhood friend down the hall to the empty greenhouse room. Tequila shots certainly played their part, but there was something far more inherently instinctual when he took her face in his hands, fingers gliding along the golden locks of her hair. It was everything he'd wanted for years. The taste of her lips, the feel of her warmth, sound of her sighs...

That was the night that Josh learned that heaven was a real place -- and it was in Samantha Giddings embrace.

As fleeting as a fairy tale, though, it was over. Too soon they realized that what they'd done would only irrevocably tear the fabric of their friend group. Hannah and Beth and long since deemed Sam off limits to their older brother. He couldn't betray them like that, and apparently neither could Sam. Thus, after one perfect night of pure bliss, they decided to move on like nothing ever happened.

Except it had happened, and it was all Josh could think about. In the months that followed he found different way to get those green eyes off of his mind. Be it throwing himself into side projects, or into girls, or boys, but nothing completely worked. Luckily for Josh, Ryan McKinley's house party (more like "mansion" party) provided every manner of distraction.

Chappell Roan blared from the speakers, her ode to the pink pony club nearly drowned out by the din of raucous college kids. People filled every room of the house, the place bursting at the seams as word of the rager traveled. True to form for Josh, he found himself encircled in attention of a particularly rowdy group of people outside on the pool deck. He was in the middle of shot gunning a can of Pabst, doing his best to finish before his opponent, Jake, could. The host of the party was at his side, yelling his name to cheer him on. Everyone clapped and yelled shouts of support or discouragement at the two battling bros.

For whatever reason, it was just as his can felt close to empty that Josh's eyes cracked open. Though the can blocked a good portion of his vision, time seemed to slow just enough for him to catch a glimpse of her. Blonde hair. Green eyes.

Sammy!

She wasn't supposed to be there. UC Berkeley was too far north. Yet there she was, walking by and catching his gaze in the blink of an eye. Beer went down the wrong pipe and immediately Josh choked, pulling the can away from his lips. Cheap alcohol spilled down the front of his Halloween costume, a black body suit with black gloves, leaving no skin exposed below the neck. "Fuck!"

Everyone laughed and jeered, pronouncing his opponent the winner. "Yeah yeah. I can't win 'em all. After all, you know what chicks dig more than a winner?" He posed the question at Jake, poking him hard in the chest. "An underdog." Josh threw his head back and howled at the moon, eating up the jeers that turned into cheers. Then he slipped away, hearing Jake challenge the next sucker to try him. Moving to a table, he grabbed a napkin that only looked lightly used and started to dab at the dark spot on his already dark leotard. "Damnit."