#did i FINALLY remember i drafted these? y e s

[watercolorwench]

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tune into today’s episode of meet my ocs! here’s ten (ish) facts about isaac, everyone's favorite time traveler!

his full name is isaac andrew rafferty, he's currently 379 years old, and he's a scorpio. he's also a bisexual disaster, uses he/they pronouns (i think)

he's half-elven warlock, pact of the blade, great old one patron (if we're being technical) with a lovely cork accent

he's not quite immortal but his weird powers and his curse seem to have afforded him some strange measure of pseudo-immortality and if it gives him more time in this world, he's really not going to complain

in a past life (or just one absurdly long one), he used to be the cabin boy on a sailing vessel with his older brother (read: pirate ship). other occupations over the years have included: barkeep, mapmaker, fence, a sell-sword, an honest-to-yeehawness cowboy, a glorified mailman (herald), and a part time carpenter. current occupation? temporal assassin for a syndicate, though he's very tight-lipped about it.

he's got a small family — blood relatives are his mother, paloma, and his older brother, ash. but he'll tell anyone that thea is family. and annia too, though he's less vocal about that.

his dating life is...complicated but!!! he's madly in love with the aformentioned (and absolutely wonderful) thea seabright, AND they eloped by the sea and exchanged little tokens of love a few centuries back. he regularly brings her trinkets he finds (seaglass, smooth rocks, bits of pottery, even bits of gold here and there! anything he can stash in his pockets til he sees her next). though his curse keeps him from seeing thea as often as he'd like, he'll always find his way back to her, fight it back to her if he has to. he loves her and always will. little more difficult to pindown but he and annia have...something or could have had something...at some point...idk he's as confused as you are. immortals, amirite?

his sleep schedule is royally fuckt. you've never met a more tired man. but when he can grab some sleep? it's naps here and there, for whatever time he can afford, always in the strangest places. he has a habit of falling asleep clutching a compass tightly in his good hand

isaac love love loves film photos and hand-written letters. his handwriting is atrocious but he's been known to write very heartfelt and romantic letters (he'll deny this to most who ask). similarly, every letter he's ever gotten from thea he keeps bound in a leather journal in the breast pocket of his coat. he's never misplaced a single one, not even the time he was in the path of an errant fireball. dumbass immediately put the flames out and made sure the journals were safe. whenever he is, wherever he is, he makes a point to check the little safehouses and safeboxes they have around the world, both to pick up things from thea and to leave her notes and little presents. two crows in love.

sand. so much sand. his hair, his eyes, his clothing? sand-coloured and also often he's shedding sand. it's part of the weird magic he possesses or maybe it's part of the curse, we're not sure. but he's a very nondescript and colourless individual. almost completely unassuming, unless you have a reason to be looking for him

he's fairly skilled with herbs (centuries of knowing two very capable women have helped him immensely) and any time he runs into annia, he tries to convince her to make some poultices and things of the like for him, to help ease the aches of his joints. turns out, even near-immortal half-elves ain't immune to osteoarthritis! impacting mainly his hands/wrists (with the right being worse) and also his left knee, which caused him to limp slightly when he walks. he wears wraps or braces, depending on how he's doing.

okay wait one more! he's most often found appearing in the most liminal sorts of spaces. train platforms, gas stations at night, empty laundromats first thing in the morning, etc. and when he appears/disappears, there are always more grains of sand left in his wake. what an eerie bitch we love him

thea belongs to @tazunari and annia to @shutokushintaro (thank u for the ask i love the chance to ramble about my ocs)

[practically-an-x-man]

OC/Ship Ask Game: Firsts

We're back with another super-long ask game! Send a number + a character/ship for a description of their "first"... plus a couple questions for the author as well :D

If you reblog, please send asks up and down the chain for reblog courtesy! It's not a requirement but it does make things more fun for everybody 😊

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For the Character:

First big aspiration (i.e. what did they want to be when they grew up?)

First time meeting their best friend

First opinion of school as a kid

First time experiencing grief

First time breaking a bone

First time they realized their "calling" in life

First time they experimented with their personal style

First time they took a risk, or the biggest risk they've ever taken

First time living away from home

First time adopting/taking care of a pet

First "big purchase" they ever made on their own

First time leaving their home country

First time being drunk/high

First time facing their fears

First thing they remember feeling proud of

First thing they remembered feeling ashamed of

First favorites - favorite color, animal, movie, etc.

First example of real character growth along their journey

First time they felt rejected by another character

First time they felt accepted/welcomed by another character

First major change in their life, and how they dealt with it

First introduction in their story (share a snippet or description)

First display of their powers or abilities

First major loss/failure in their story

First major success in their story

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For the Ship:

A. First meeting B. First impression of each other C. First physical contact (handshake? hug? something else?) D. First kiss E. First time meeting the other's family F. First date G. First time seeing the other one sick/injured H. First time sharing a bed (non-sexual) I. First time sleeping together (sexual) J. First concert/show/festival they attended together K. First fight L. ....And the first time they had to make up M. First time they introduced the other as their partner N. First road-trip/vacation together O. First double-date with another couple P. First time seeing the other all dressed up Q. First act of non-sexual intimacy (e.g. washing the other's hair, taking a bath together, sharing food) R. First time cooking for the other S. First anniversary + how they celebrated T. First time dancing together U. First pet names/nicknames they give each other V. First time they felt insecure/jealous, and how they worked through it W. First time they realized their relationship is endgame... or isn't X. First major hardship they got through together Y. First time living together Z. First time they said "I love you"

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For the Author:

🐣 - First piece you ever wrote (share a snippet or description)

🥹 - First time describing strong emotions, and how you've improved since then

🎬 - First fandom(s) you wrote for, and if you still write for them

💀 - First time writing character death, and how you felt about it

🤝 - Favorite "first meeting" scene you've written between two characters

💋 - Favorite "first kiss" scene you've written between two characters

🔥 - First time writing romance/spicy scenes, and how you felt about it

🌍 - First attempt at worldbuilding, or a notable piece of worldbuilding you're proud of

🐉 - First genre you wrote for, and if you still write that genre now

🖌️ - First character you created, or first character you wrote for

🤩 - First big inspiration for writing (an author? a piece of media? a plot idea?)

🕷️ - First time writing something that scared you, and how it went

📝 - Pick a character: first draft of that character + the final version of that character

🏳️‍🌈 - First queer character/story you wrote

🤖 - First nonhuman character you wrote

🪶 - First longform/multi-chapter piece you've written

✒️ - First shortform/oneshot you've written

🪢 - First time writing a crossover or gift fic

🤯 - First story that gained traction/attention, and how it made you feel

📦 - First story that really took you outside your comfort zone

📖 - Piece you'd recommend as a "first piece" for a new reader to enjoy

‼️ - Free space! Tell us about a notable "first" in your writing journey!

[tmwcs]

S E 7 E N : A F T E R M A T H P A R T 1 N E

Okay so I went ahead and retyped in SOME of the stuff, the other parts i'm going to need to dedicate some serious time to regain all the content i had lost and need to type over, but for now, enjoy part 1 of this final chapter of the series ;) NOT PROOFREAD and there might be alot of mistakes because i was literally typing away trying to get everything drafted back. nearly forgot to mention, slight bit of time skips in this chapter. so when you see the border and the discussion is featuring past content, thats just a scene from back before the current events.

Warnings: not so much in this one. mentions of death and graves but that's about it.

…………………

“You knew her from high school?” 

“Yeah….Lily…she and I were pretty close.” 

“Oh….I’m sorry to hear that.”

Gazing upon the fallen lettering of the tomb, a young man and his fiancé lay their respects. The world has returned to its former glory since the defeat of the archangel Jol, and the disappearance of Senator Forras. Unbeknownst to everyone, no one knew of the truth behind the angels appearance. With the events that transpired, the unknown seven men who dawned a demonic appearance with their Angel wings, had slaughtered the soldiers of Heaven. 

Laying a bouquet of flowers, mourning the death of a former friend, the young couple submits a prayer and part ways from the grave. 

Walking through the narrow walkway, decorated by a myriad of tombstones, the young man catches a glimpse of a name that pauses his motion. A name that he also was familiar with. 

“Maurice? Baby? What’s wrong?”

Looking at the stone, it was very vague as there were no pertinent information other than a name. 

“I knew this girl….sort of. She was really close with Lily, and I remember seeing her a couple times….”

Recalling the events that occurred a year ago, the imagery of the public becoming astounded well after the defeat of the angels, had all developed an eerie sense after noticing that the young woman, the one who was doomed to receive the execution, just before the imminent rescue by the mysterious group that appeared out of nowhere, display shadowed, gray feathered wings. 

“Y/N  L/N” 

………………..

“Oh isn’t that the girl that had disappeared? Did they ever find her body?” 

“No….not a single thing concerning her whereabouts.”

“That’s a shame…”

“Yeah….I remember…she was really nice….I wonder…..with her and Lily…..with what had happened….I wonder if there is a logical explanation as to why those things appeared in the first place….and why those who were selected….what made them stick out to receive such harsh deaths….”

The young man ponders for a moment as he takes his beloved’s hand, and continues to lead her away. 

“What did they end up burying if they didn’t find her? How do they even know she died?”

“They don’t…..but the government assumed, since her remains or whereabouts was never found out, that she died from the incineration that occurred between the two monsters. But since they couldn’t find anything, they buried a photo of her instead.”

“Oh….what a sad time….”

Indeed it was. Despite that one year had passed since then, the world was still recovering from the harshness of its former state. Relishing in the freedom of living without having to worry about sin, personal gratification was no longer frowned upon, the people moved forward, but not without learning a harsh lesson from everything that had occurred. 

“Babe let’s go inside the coffee shop real quick, I want to grab a drink, is that okay?” 

“Yeah babe, go ahead. I'll be right in.”

Opting to wait outside as he checks his emails on his new phone, he glances up for a moment upon something or..... someone catching the vision of his peripherals….

“Wait….is that……?”

The long hair that reflected a slight yet vivid violet hue from the suns rays, the glowing complexion, the cherry stained red lips, he immediately recognized the stunning young woman who walked out of the cafe, dawning a simple white halter dress with black trim. She walked around the corner of the cafe, enjoying a small coffee drink, yet remained absolutely aloof in her expression and was quiet, despite the passerby’s acknowledging her, admitting small greetings and gasps as they set their sights on the unreal beauty she displayed through the coloration of her features and that gaze in her eye.....a sight to die for. 

“……y/n???”

Trailing after her, the young man turns around the corner of the building just seconds behind the woman's trail. The moment he made it around the corner, his eyes widened with shock and panic.....

As if she had disappeared, the woman was no where to be found. Instead, a long strip of shopping outlets remained in sight. They were all closed as none would be opened this early in the morning, and with no other immediate turns or crossings, the young man found himself confused and anxious as there couldn’t have been any way for the woman to vanish so suddenly out of thin air….

“Was I imagining it? Did I really see her?….maybe…”

................

Approaching his elder brother from behind, he seldomly stares at the back of his form. His dark hair laying nicely and tapered towards the back of his neck, the back of his head delicately wrapped with the lace wrap he had adorned over his dark, lustful eyes.

He felt sorry for him.

Watching as his elder stood in between the large marbled pillars of his kingdom, the younger brother, Jungwon, had sensed a deepened fore longing within the man as he remained within his dark kingdom, quietly, always taking the time to admire the work he had spent these years in beautifying it.

Breaching Heeseung, Jungwon watches him gaze out into the open horizon of his region.

"What it is it....Jungwon?"

Without breaking his gaze or stance, Heeseung remained standing as his hands rested within his pockets as he continues to stare at the moon. His voice was calm, soft, and gentle.

"Nothing...just came to check on you really. Still deep in thought I see." Jungwon casually states as he walks up and stands next to his elder brother.

With a gentle pat on his back, Jungwon smiles as he lightly taps his elder's shoulder, before sharing the view.

"Jake says that you've been standing here since last night. It's not surprising though....ever since you left with the muses that day, you've been very melancholy. "

Looking up at his elder, Jungwon watches as the masked figure next to him slightly gulps down a breath as he maintained the view of his sight through the lace of his mask.

Leaning against a pillar, Jungwon focuses his gaze on Heeseung as he leans his head back to rest against the marbled surface.

".......I know Jake already tried, though he said he couldn't get a whole lot out of you.....won't you tell me what's been on your mind all these years?" Jungwon softly speaks out as he performs a half smile.

"................"

"I can't say that I miss the way you used to roam and slaughter, that version of you was a bit too much." He chuckles out as he jokes out of his elder brother's former manners. "But that doesn't mean that we as your brothers, wouldn't take a change that we see in you as something to be alarmed of. Please......talk to me Heeseung....what happened all those years ago when you left with the muses?"

..........

A quiet but deep sigh emerges from Heeseung's mouth as he slowly dragged his tongue over his upper lip before finally he spoke.

"It haunts me when I'm awake.....it teases me when I'm asleep. It's festering inside me....like insects devouring a carcass. It won't let me rest until......."

Jungwon displays a slightly concerning look as he leans away from the pillar his body rested on.

"Until?....."

"Until I take it....and bring it here...."

"Whats "it"?"

"...................her.........."

"...her?"

Nodding with a side smirk, it was very faint but evident, and the first one he issued in a long time. Jungwon tilts his head while admitting a faint chuckle upon seeing his elder brother displaying some normality in his features. Finally, after nearly seven thousand years, the Devil was finally breaching the moment that he had been so patiently waiting for.

"....Who is she?......." Jungwon asks, immensely intrigued that a woman had been the reason behind the change in his brother's temperament.

".......Y/N.........."

.......................................

"......MY.....Y/N....."

Authors note: Part 2 is under way.

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[jostystyles]

the four times he almost said it and the one time he did | cm

a/n: it's finally here! this is my submission for @antoineroussel 's winter fic exchange! thank you so much for putting this together demi, your hard work doesn't go unnoticed! although this took me way longer than i'd have liked it to to get out, here she is! my first cale fic and my first fic using gender neutral pronouns. @gravestrain , I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it! as always friends, feedback is much appreciated xx

word count: 3.4k

the first time

The first time he almost said it, he was about to leave for Denver. Cale had been at UMass for almost a whole year, and he’d done it all: got drafted, started school, and scored his first collegiate goal.

He also fell in love.

Cale and (Y/N) met in class at the start of freshman year. He was in a new country, a new school, and the only friends he had were the guys on the hockey team. As a psych major, he had to take a few intro classes so he figured he’d make some friends there.

Cale arrived at class about 10 minutes early, because he hated being late and was anxious about getting a seat. When he walked into the lecture hall, he was met with quite a few kids who had the same idea. Blue eyes darting around the room, his eyes landed on someone before his body took him in the direction of them. He sat down in the tiny desk, flashing a tight lipped smile towards the person next to him, cheeks glowing red as their (Y/E/C) eyes met his. Cale’s heart began to beat a mile a minute, and he reached into his bag to pull out a notebook and a pen. He rummaged through the pockets, before remembering the new pack of pens was still sitting on his desk in his dorm.

Shit. He thought to himself. With no other choice, he turned towards the person next to him. Clearing his throat, he spoke up: “Um, excuse me?”

They looked up from the notebook they’d been doodling in, eyes wide and a brow arched before responding, “Yeah, what’s up?”

Shyly, Cale rubbed the back of his neck before asking, “I know this is like, the most idiotic thing to do on the first day of class, but do you think I could, um, borrow a pen?”

The sweetest laugh he’d ever heard was elicited from that statement. Reaching down into their backpack, they pulled out a pen before replying. “Sure thing, no problem. Here.”

Cale took the pen and uttered a shy reply: “Thanks, uh, I’m Cale.”

Tossing a stray strand of hair out of their face, his classmate responded “I’m (Y/N). Are you a freshman?”

“Yeah. Psych major, you?”

“Minor. Majoring in Social work actually. Are you on the hockey team here?”

Cale furrowed his eyebrows in question. “Yeah, how’d you know?”

(Y/N) giggled. “You’re, um, wearing a shirt that says ‘UMass Hockey.”

Glancing down at his shirt, he was met with the words they just spoke. He felt his cheeks grow redder.

“Oh. Uh, yeah I do.”

“You’re a funny kid, Cale. I think we’ll make great friends.”

And make great friends the did.. As the semester went on, Cale and (Y/N) grew much closer. They spent hours together in the library studying for exams, and at each other's dorms just to hang out. It got to the point where they started to just mesh friend groups, which meant that (Y/N) was most usually in the crowd for all of Cale’s games with the rest of their friends.

And as the year passed, Cale couldn’t help but feel himself start to feel something much stronger than friendship for (Y/N). From the way they looked in the stands wearing his sweatshirts, to the way they’d come to him each month and ask what color to paint their nails.

Cale thinks he was in love.

As summer came along and he returned home to Calgary, and (Y/N) to their hometown, he found himself missing the comfort he found when they were together. Then Sophomore year came along, and Cale decided to return to UMass despite interest from Denver.

“You’re really sure you don’t want to go play? I mean, Cale, it's the NHL. This is literally just Massachusetts.” (Y/N) said, as they were walking back from dinner.

Cale chuckled. “Yeah, I know. But I want to better myself before I go, you know?”

“Better yourself? You’re a freaking beast on the ice, Cale. I think you’d be fine.” They replied.

That brings us to April 14, 2019.

Cale signed his first entry level contract with the Avalanche. And he’d be flying out tomorrow to go play in his first game, in his hometown. His whole family would be there, everyone he’d ever want to be there. Except one person.

“Holy fuck, Cale. See, I told you you’d be gone before classes ended. This is insane! Your first NHL game. Oh my god. I’m so proud of you.” (Y/N) said to him, sitting in a chair in the corner of his dorm as he packed up his stuff.

Cale blushed. “Thanks, (Y/N/N). I wish you were going to be there though. I told you. I’d buy you a ticket right now if you’d asked me.”

He heard (Y/N) audibly sigh before responding. “Cale, I can’t go with you to Calgary. I literally have a test tomorrow. Besides, I don’t even have a passport.”

“Yeah, I know. I just really want you there.”

“Someday, I’ll be there. Cheering the loudest of course, because I’m your biggest fan.”

They were hugging now, Cale’s arms wrapped around (Y/N)’s waist. He was just tall enough that he could rest his head comfortably on top of theirs. He breathed into their hair, the sweet scent of lavender shampoo filling his nose when it hit him.

He was leaving tomorrow. He didn’t know for how long. Would (Y/N) miss him as much as he’d miss them? Cale liked to think so.

Feeling his heart begin to beat fast, (Y/N) looked up at him. “What’s wrong, Cale?”

(Y/E/C) met his blue ones. His heart was racing. He had to tell them. It was now or never.

“(Y/N)... I- I’m uh, I’m really gonna miss you.”

Maybe next time.

the second time

The second time came the summer after his debut season with the Avs. He had an amazing season: breaking records, and even winning the Calder. But nothing could compare to the excitement he felt when (Y/N) agreed to come visit him for a few weeks in Calgary. They’d just finished up finals and would be flying out in a week.

“I can’t believe you finally convinced me to get my passport, Lettuce.” Cale chuckled at the nickname he’d earned when they got drunk one night at school after (Y/N) made the connection that Cale’s name was synonymous with the vegetable.

“How else would you have visited me though? I haven’t seen you since we played Jersey at the start of the season.”

“In my defense, school’s been kicking my ass now that I have clinicals and stuff. And in your defense, you literally are a professional athletes. You don’t have time to keep up with measly college kids like me.”

Cale could hear the sarcasm through the phone and rolled his eyes. “You’re an idiot. Text me when you’re boarding ok? I’ll see you soon.”

“Can’t wait, Veggie.”

Cale stood in the airport lobby, heard searching through the see of people until he saw who he was looking for. (Y/N) walked towards him, (Y/H/C) swinging over their shoulder as they pulled their backpack closer and lugged a suitcase behind. Cale knew he’d be hearing complaints and apologies about how disheveled they looked, but to him (Y/N) was the most beautiful person in the world without even trying.

Lost in his own thought, he didn’t realize just how close they’d gotten to him, before he felt someone jump into his arms.

“Hey stranger.” (Y/N) said, a smile wide on their face as they looked at each other.

Cale shot a familiar tight lipped smile, but (Y/N) knew the weight of just how happy he was.

“I missed you so much. I can’t believe you’re here. In my hometown.” He said, picking up the luggage and leading the two of them out of the airport.

“I know right? I feel like you’ve been home with me so much when you were still at school. Hey, do you think Matthew Tkachuck is still in town?” (Y/N) joked.

Cale stopped in his tracks. “Seriously?” He said, a feeling of jealousy suddenly running through him.

(Y/N) let out a laugh before grabbing his hand and tugging him forward. “I’m kidding, Lettuce. C’mon, I’ve got to meet the ‘rents.”

They arrived back at the Makar household, where (Y/N) was met with a warm welcome from his family. Seeing his mom hug them, and watching them joke around with his dad and Taylor made Cale feel… something. Having (Y/N) around him again made the feelings he’d pushed far away come right back up. And seeing the way they interacted with his family didn’t help either.

As the days passed during the visit, Cale had taken her to every possible attraction his hometown had to offer. It was nearing the end of the week and (Y/N) would be flying home in a few days. God knows when they’d see each other again. Currently, Cale and (Y/N) were sitting in the bed of his dad's truck overlooking a cliff at a park by his house. They fell into a comfortable silence, just enjoying the nighttime summer air. Cale was happy. (Y/N) was tucked into his side, wearing one of his many Avalanche hoodies.

“I’m really glad I came to visit you, you know. ‘S not the same without you at school.” (Y/N) said softly, as if they were embarrassed to be vulnerable.

Cale’s heart jumped into his throat. “Yeah. I’m really glad you came. It’s hard, you know. Being away from home all that time. Even when I was at school. Like, this place means so much to me and I don’t really get to, you know, show it off. And you, um, you mean a lot to me too. So I’m really happy you came.”

(Y/N) was looking at him now, and Cale lifted his eyes to meet their was a look in their eyes he didn’t quite recognize. He felt himself lean forward a little bit, and they did too.

It was now or never.

“(Y/N)...”

“Yeah Cale?” They spoke, and he could feel the heat of their breath.

“I uh, I’m just… I’m gonna miss you, that’s all.”

He couldn't. Not with them leaving tomorrow, for God knows how long.

Maybe next time.

the third time

The third time he almost said it, (Y/N) had come to visit him in Denver over holiday break. It was right before Spring semester was about to start, and they were graduating this year.

“Fucks sake Cale, If your leg shakes any faster you’re gonna take flight buddy.” Tyson chirped him.

Cale sent him a glare, and Nate spoke up before Cale could defend himself.

“Eh, lay off, Josty. The kid’s nervous because his little lover is coming to pay a visit.” He tossed up.

Cale rolled his eyes and blushed. “(Y/N)’s not my lover.”

“You wish they were though.” Nate responded.

This was going to be a long week.

Cale pushed his way past the other people in the crowded bar as he made his way back to the tables where everyone was sat. It was (Y/N)’s last night in Denver. So far, they fit in perfectly with the team and the other halves. Cale didn’t really find that helpful given his situation. He had tried desperately to get over (Y/N) this season, meeting and hooking up with a few people. That wasn’t like him at all. And of course, it didn’t work.

As he approached the table, he was met with the laughing faces of (Y/N) and Sydney, who were practically merged into one person at this point. JT sat across from them, a stoic look on his face, clearly not amused with whatever had been said about him.

“Oh, good, you’re back. Now you can deal with these drunk idiots while I go to the bathroom.” JT said, slipping out of his chair.

Cale slid (Y/N)’s drink across the table, and they started sucking at it like a baby on a bottle. “My god, Cale, your friends are So. Fun. Fuck school, I’m staying here with you forever.”

Sydney piped up, “I’d support that.”

Chuckling, Cale added, “As much as I love that, you need to graduate college first. Then we can talk about you moving to Denver.”

“Hmmmm, ok.” (Y/N) responded before turning back to a conversation with Sydney about something completely random.

As the night drew to a close, a barely buzzed Cale found himself ushering a very drunk (Y/N) into an Uber back to his apartment.

When they returned back, (Y/N) stumbled into the bathroom to get ready for bed, and Cale slipped out of his jeans and into a t-shirt and boxers. When he returned to his bed, he saw that (Y/N) had made themselves at home in his bed. He shook his head softly because he knew it wasn’t worth arguing, and they’d end up sleeping together in his bed tonight. It was nothing new, they’d shared a bed before, but each time Cale felt his heart ache just a little more.

“You still awake, Lettuce?” (Y/N) whispered loudly.

“Haven’t even laid down yet, (Y/N/N).” he replied with a laugh.

“Oh. Okay.” (Y/N) said, a sad twinge in their voice.

“What's up?”

��Do you love me?”

Cale felt the blood rush to his head and his heart drop. “What?”

“Do you love me? I’ve been thinking lately about whether or not my friends actually love me.”

Of course. It was just a drunken thought. With a sigh, he responded: “Go to sleep.”

He almost said it though. But not this time.

Maybe next time.

the fourth time

The fourth time it almost happened, it sort of did happen.

(Y/N) was back at school, and the Avs were having a record breaking mid season. Cale and (Y/N) had fallen back into the usual routine of texting and video calling when they found the time between games, and practices, and work, and classes.

Cale missed (Y/N). A lot. It wasn’t even the fact that he was missing them that made him so agitated. It was the years of lying to himself, and to his family and friends. The pining. The pushing away of feelings. Sleeping with other people and drinking his feelings away. It was the jealousy he felt when he saw Gabe and Mel embrace after games, or when JT would talk about rings, or when Josty would light up talking about the person he had started seeing.

Cale was tired. He was tired of denying his feelings. He was tired of missed opportunities, and stolen glances. The hours he would spend in his camera roll or on Instagram, watching replays of videos and pictures and memories and wishes.

He knew he loved (Y/N). From the moment they met, he didn’t know. All he knew was that there had to be a reason they were in his life, and that they met. All these feelings and moments couldn’t just be for nothing. It wasn’t meant to end in heartbreak. It couldn’t.

(Y/N) was like a sculptor with a chisel. And Cale was the block of marble. As the years passed, (Y/N) had chipped away at the surface of him. Through quick pauses in conversations, and discovering things about each other, and learning personalities, they chipped away at Cale until he was a masterpiece. One that belonged to them. The marble of his heart was sculpted perfectly to fit right into the hands that had created it.

Cale had been on edge for weeks. No one could really figure out why. He was putting up points like crazy and breaking records like no ones business. But he just wasn’t himself, and he knew it.

He had to tell (Y/N). It had been eating him alive for too long. For years, he’d been waiting for the perfect moment, but the timing was never right.

It was now or never.

With shaking hands, he pulled up the familiar contact and pressed call.

“Hey, Lettuce! What’s up?” (Y/N) answered.

“(Y/N)?” Cale said, a shakiness to his voice.

“Yeah? Cale, are you ok? You sound like you’re about to cry.”

“Yeah I’m uh, I’m good.” He swallowed the lump in his throat. “Listen, (Y/N). I need you to just listen ok? I can’t. I can’t do this anymore. God, it’s so… it’s so..”

(Y/N) cut him off. “Cale, you’re scaring me. Are you ok? What’s wrong? Do you-”

“Fuck, (Y/N), no. It’s not okay. I’m so, I’m so fucking in love with you it’s literally killing me. It’s killing me. And I never get to tell you. I’ve tried so hard. I’ve tried so hard. Fuck.”

“Cale…” (Y/N) cried softly into the phone.

“Fuck, I’m sorry. I gotta go.” Cale said, hanging up the phone.

He threw it across the room, hearing it smack against the wall. He put his head in his hands, feeling the tears fall down his cheeks. After sitting there for what felt like an eternity, he lifted his head and ran his hands down his face.

“Fuck.” he said to no one.

That’s not how he wanted it to go. At all. Making a spur of the moment decision, he got up to pick up his phone, which thankfully wasn’t broken. Shooting out a quick text to the group chat and an apology to Bednar, he shoved a few things into his backpack, grabbed his keys, and opened the flights app on his phone.

That couldn’t have gone worse.

Next time, it would be perfect.

the one time he did

The one time he did say it, he was rushing across the UMass campus in the middle of the night. After pulling the “Don’t you know who I am” card with the public safety officer at the gate, Cale managed to find a parking spot before he rushed out of his car in the direction of (Y/N)’s campus apartment. He knew exactly where to go, because they’d been so excited to show him on Facetime at the beginning of the year.

He raced up at least 4 flights of stairs before reaching the hallway.

402. 404. 406. 408. 410.

He halted in his tracks. This was it. He brought his fist up to the door, knocking a few times.

Cale’s heart was beating out of his chest, and it seemed like an eternity before the door clicked open.

(Y/N) stood there, eyes red from crying. He’d made them cry.

“Cale?” They spoke, shock evident on their face. “What? What are you doing here?”

Cale leaned forward, hands flying up to cup (Y/N)’s face in his hands.

“I came here to tell you I’m sorry. And to ask for a second chance.” He rushed out.

(Y/N)’s hand met his before saying, “A second chance? What do you mean?”

“A second chance to tell you I love you. Because I do. I love you so fucking much I don’t know what to do with myself. You are the only person on planet earth that I think I could ever truly be in love with. And I’ve been trying so hard to tell you, since like, Sophomore year when I left for Denver. I love you.” Cale said, whispering the last part.

“Cale. My god. I’ve been in love with you since the moment you asked for my pen freshman year. I just never thought you could ever feel the same way about me.” (Y/N) confessed.

Cale smiled. A real, genuine, toothy smile. One that was reserved for (Y/N). His (Y/N).

“I think we’re both idiots.” He said.

“Yeah, I think we are.” (Y/N) giggled.

“Can I kiss you now?” Cale asked.

“Please.”

Cale pulled (Y/N) flush to his body, their lips meeting in a harsh force that settled into something sweet. Almost like a fairy tale, Cale felt like his foot could lift off the ground, he was in such bliss.

They kissed for a few more seconds, before (Y/N) pulled away. Cale went back in for more, and they kept exchanging soft pecks.

They finally caught their breath, foreheads touching in harmony, and they began laughing.

Cale did it. He finally told (Y/N) how he felt.

Now there didn’t have to be a next time.

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[messers-moony]

Hope 2 | R.L

Paring: Remus Lupin X Wife!Potter!Reader

Summary: Life is unfair in numerous ways but it seems like it’s out to get the Potters in every way shape and form.

The huge eight-foot man who introduced himself as Hagrid was bringing Harry around London. It was amusing to see Hagrid turn his cousin - Dudley - butt into a pigtail after trying to eat his birthday cake. It was the first birthday Y/n, and Remus hadn’t shown up. Harry didn’t blame them. Of course, to be fair, they didn’t know where Harry was. 

“Um, excuse me, Hagrid?” 

“Yes, ‘Arry?”

“Where- Where are we going?” Harry questioned hesitantly, and Hagrids lips curled into a smile, “‘Er gon’ meet with som’ of yer folks.” Hagrid answered. 

Harry wanted to jump with joy, “Moony and Y/n?”

Hagrid nodded, and Harry smiled brightly. It took a couple of minutes and walking of a couple more blocks. But eventually, they were coming up on an old-looking building made of black stone bricks. In front of the door was a familiar sandy-haired male with green eyes. He was accompanied by his wife with h/c hair and gleaming e/c eyes. 

“Y/n! Remus!” 

Y/n turned to see her little nephew running up to hug her tightly, “Hey Harry.” 

Remus ruffled his hair while Harry hugged his aunt, “Hey there, mini Prongs.”

“I missed you.”

“Awe, I missed you too, Harry.” Y/n replied, pulling apart from Harry, “I’m sorry we didn’t show up right away. But we’re here now. I hope that’s okay. We wouldn’t miss your birthday for the world, okay?”

He nodded, “I know. I can always count on you.” 

“Good.” Remus stated, “Now c’mon mini prongs. Gotta get your school supplies.”

Walking into the Leaky Cauldron with Hagrid, they were greeted by multiple people. Many people were flabbergasted by meeting the famous Harry Potter and were welcoming to see Y/n Potter. In the back of the Leaky Cauldron, Hagrid tapped his wand against the brick wall, causing it to open into Diagon Alley. Harry’s mouth was agape at this new form of Magic. 

It was astonishing. The narrow alleyway was packed with people. Clusters of them walking in groups. Some were carrying animals, or brown-wrapped items Harry could suppose were books. Y/n smiled and intertwined her hand with Remus’. She could remember the first time she stepped into Diagon Alley. James was acting like such a prat. 

“Woah!” James gasped, “Look at all the cool stuff!” 

Fleamont chuckled, “Yeah. Isn’t it cool, sweetheart?”

Y/n nodded, completely entranced in the stonework in the alleyway. It was littered with different shops, and the roads were an uneven stone. Euphemia and Fleamont shared a look of pure glee. Their children were magical born, and they were finally experiencing it first hand. Of course, they had their incidents where Y/n would make lights flicker or James blowing plates. 

As they began walking, James began to run off, bumping into people left and right, “James! Get back here!” Fleamont scolded, but he was out of sight. 

Euphemia sighed, “He’s gonna be a handful.”

“Definitely.” Fleamont agreed, running a hand through his dark brunet hair, “Perhaps he’ll be even worse than me.”

His wife glared at him. Despite James disappearing, they took Y/n into Flourish and Blotts to get their books. They needed books such as The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1), A History of Magic, Magical Theory, A Beginners’ Guide to Transfiguration, One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi, Magical Drafts and Potions, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, and finally, The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection. 

They didn’t find James until they reached Quality Quidditch Supplies. He was already eyeing the new broom on display. His mouth seemed to be salivating at it. Y/n rolled her eyes at James, drooling over a piece of wood. Euphemia chuckled and motioned Fleamont to reel him back in. It seemed that Euphemia would never get a break, and her heart would be in a constant attack of worry. They had a mischief Quidditch player on their hands. 

“C’mon Harry,” Y/n beckoned, “Lots of stuff to get.”

His smile faltered just a tad, “But I don’t- I don’t have any money.”

Harry’s embarrassment made the tips of his ears red, “That ain’t true. ‘Course ye got money.” Hagrid replied bluntly, making Y/n nudge him harshly, “Hagrid!”

“What?” Hagrid queried, confused, “‘S not like ‘m lyin’.” 

“Yes, but you don’t just say that.” Y/n scolded, laughing lightly. 

“Oops?”

Harry looked up at his flustered aunt, “Come on, Harry. We’re going to Gringotts.”  

They began walking to the bank of wizardry. The goblin at the front allowed them to the vault, where Harry was able to pocket a couple of handfuls of galleons, sickles, and knuts. Hagrid made a separate trip for Dumbledore as the other three waited patiently. When they exited Gringotts, Harry began to buy all his supplies. 

Their first stop was getting him a wand at Ollivander’s. Harry pushed the door open, and it sounded a bell off, but no one appeared the be in the shop. Remus and Y/n stood behind him as he let out a hesitant, “Hello.”

It took a minute, but then an older male appeared with hair as white as snow and wispy as whiskers. Ollivander smiled brightly at the familiar people in his shop and at the little boy who resembled the older female greatly. 

“Ah, Y/n Potter.” Ollivander said, “James broken his wand again?”

Y/n released a shaky breath, “No, not this time.” 

“We’re here actually for Harry here.” Remus motioned to Harry, “He’s getting his first wand. He starts at Hogwarts this year.”

Ollivander's lips quirked, “He yours?”

“No, sir.” Y/n shook her head, “He’s James and Lily’s son.”

“Where are they? I’d love to see them, you know.”

Remus shifted awkwardly, “You haven’t heard?”

Ollivander shook his head, “My parents are dead.” Harry informed, “Someone killed them.”

Everything clicked into place in Ollivanders mind. How stupid could old age make him? He had just sounded terribly insensitive, “‘M so sorry. Pardon me and my old age. I didn’t mean-“

“It’s perfectly fine, Ollivander.” Y/n smiled reassuringly.

The older man smiled and began giving Harry wands. The first one was horrid. It made wands on the shelf fall onto the ground, making a vast clatter noise. The boy smiled sheepishly and placed it back in the box. The next wand caused a shatter of a vase which Harry cringed at. It took a couple of minutes until Ollivander came out with the following wand. It was 11 inches long, made of holly, and possessed a phoenix feather core. 

Harry waved the wand, and nothing disastrous happened. Remus and Y/n smiled with joy. Ollivander charged him seven galleons for it, and Harry placed down the golden coins with glee. Ollivander could remember the way James had done the same while Y/n beside him. Their identical toothy grins as Fleamont paid the man.

“My wands cooler than yours!”

“No way!” 

James nodded in triumph, “You’re just lame.”

“And you’re boring!”

“No way!” James gasped, “I am far from boring!”

Y/n crossed her arms, “And I’m not lame.”

Euphemia chuckled, redirecting her children to look at the counter while the two parents stood behind them, “Ignore them. They like to try and be better than the other.”

Ollivander grinned, “Ah, siblings. What amazing pairs they make.”

Fleamont scoffed, “Yeah, try having two at the same time. Felt like the crucio curse.” 

“What do you say?” Euphemia beckoned, and both twins turned to Ollivander, smiling gleefully, “Thank you!” 

“They’ll be a handful.” Ollivander informed Euphemia and Fleamont, “But they’ll change the world, and they’ll do it together.” 

The older man smiled at Remus and Y/n as Harry went outside to see Hagrid carrying a giant golden cage with a beautiful snowy owl inside, “That boy is something else.”

Remus chuckled, “We know. Little mischief-maker, just like James.”

“Perhaps he is,” Ollivander replied, “But he’ll change the world.”

The rest of the day went by blissfully. After getting all his school supplies, they retreated into the Leaky Cauldron to eat dinner. The tavern was practically empty as they sat at a long narrow table. Hagrid at the head, Harry to his left, Remus across, and Y/n beside Remus on the other side. They were eating in silence before Harry spoke up. 

“What happened to my parents?” Harry questioned, and before anyone could answer, he continued, “Truthfully. No lies.”

Hagrid and Remus turned to the female at the table who swallowed thickly, “Something horrid, Harry.”

“How horrid?”

“Harry-“ Remus began. 

“A death I wouldn’t wish upon anyone, even my worse enemy.” Y/n answered, staring at the soup in front of her, “The way they died doesn’t matter.”

Harry crossed his arms, “I believe it does.”

“In the grand scheme of things, it doesn’t.” Y/n replied, taking deep breaths in and out, trying to stay calm, “It doesn’t matter how they died. They’re dead, and they aren’t coming back.”

Tears collected in her eyes when she muttered, “No matter how badly I want them to.”

Hastily Y/n wiped her face and placed her napkin on the table. She sniffled before standing and pushing her chair in. Y/n leaned down to kiss Harry on the forehead before retreating to the room they got upstairs. Harry sighed and stared at his bowl of soup that remained steaming hot. Remus rubbed his face with his palms. 

“Harry,” Remus called, and Harry’s green eyes met similar ones, “Your parents died at the hands of a very evil Wizard. He went as dark as one could go.”

Harry looked intrigued, and Remus continued despite his throat beginning to constrict, “His name was Voldemort, but most people call him ‘You-Know-Who.”

Hagrid flinched at the actual name being said, “James risked everything to try and save you and your mother. When he died, Lily tried to save you. In the end, it all worked out because you were saved. You didn’t die like you were supposed to.”

“Why did aunt Y/n leave the table?”

“Talking about this is still hard for her.” Remus replied, and Harry could see the tears in his eyes too, “It’s hard for me too, but- but you need to know.”

“What were they to you?” 

“James and Lily were everything to me, Harry. Everything and so much more. Your mother saw the good in people when they didn’t see it themselves. Your father? Well-“ He chuckled, “He was a trip and a prat. But he cared for those around him. Treated me like family and took care of me like a brother.”

Harry fiddled with the sleeve of his sweater, “James was a mischief-maker that one.” Hagrid said, “Always up to no good.”

“Him and that Sirius boy.” Hagrid chuckled, “Dynamic duo those two.”

Remus let out a tearful chuckle, “Yeah, that was Padfoot and Prongs.”

“Always up to no good.” Remus whispered. 

The following day Remus had waken up to what he swore was the most perfect sight. Y/n was still sleeping beside him. Her head was nestled under his chin, drinking in his body heat. Her hair was laid against the fluffy white pillow. Their legs were intertwined together. Gently Remus kissed her forehead before seeing the clock read about nine o’clock. 

Remus took five more minutes to admire her before waking her up. He began to kiss all over her face, and Y/n scrunched her nose, waking up as his lips kept attaching to a new place on her face. He smiled as she opened her eyes to meet his green ones. 

“Mornin’ love.” 

His Welsh accent was to die for, “Morning, Rem.”

“You ready to take Harry to Platform Nine and Three Quarters?”

Y/n shook her head, “No. Not really.”

“Hey,” Remus said softly, stroking her hair, “You’ll be okay. We’ll be okay.”

“There are so many memories there, Rem.” Y/n replied, “Like- Like meeting Sirius for the first time.”

“Or seeing you come back after fourth year with an entirely new style.” Remus chuckled, “Or- Or seeing James almost fall out of the train. 

Remus caressed her cheek with his thumb, “We’ll make it through, love. Harry needs us today.”

“Yeah.” She replied breathily, “He does.”

They both ventured out of bed into the cool air of London. Remus, Y/n, and Hagrid walked Harry to Kings Cross. When they arrived, Hagrid had departed from them to do something for Dumbledore. Harry was bluntly confused when his ticket read Platform Nine and Three Quarters. Last he checked, that wasn’t a platform. 

As they reached the main floor of the train station, Remus and Y/n recognized the Weasleys almost instantly. Molly had embraced them tightly as they all went through the platform. Harry gave his trunks to the man at the end of the train and turned to the only family he had left. His eyes glistened with tears, and he tried to hold them back but failed. 

“Harry,” Y/n knelt to his level, “You’re gonna be okay. I promise. James and I made lots of friends at Hogwarts.”

He smiled at the mention of his father, “Do you think… Do you think he’d be proud of me?”

“They’d be beyond proud, Harry.” Remus replied, smiling, “You’re everything they wanted you to be.”

Harry turned back to Y/n and hugged her tightly, “Please make sure you write to us.” 

“‘Course, Auntie.” Harry replied as they pulled apart, “Love you guys.” 

Y/n stood beside Remus, “We love you too, sweetheart.” 

Harry smiled and wiped his cheeks before hopping on the train. He found a compartment alone and watched out the window as the train began moving. Y/n and Remus watched as the train hauled by. Kids who started waving their last goodbyes to their parents. 

“Mum, dad!” James exclaimed from inside the compartment, “We love you!”

Euphemia and Fleamont chuckled tearfully, “We love you guys too!” 

Truthfully James never wanted to leave his parents. They were his entire world. When Kings Cross was no longer in sight, he plopped down in the seat beside Y/n, who put her head on his shoulder. His left arm wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her tightly to his side. 

“We got this, sis.” James assured, “We always have each other.”

It didn’t take long for Harry to get in trouble. As a matter of fact, it made Y/n laugh that within the first month, he had already managed a detention. She had settled for a letter rather than a Howler. Remus had made sure to tell him his fair of scolding words (“Say hi to Minnie for me!”). Harry smiled when the letter arrived in the morning. 

Harry definitely made sure to say hi to “Minnie,” which made McGonagall smile like an idiot despite her usual strict nature. She could see and hear James saying the name when she gave them detention or Sirius’ pouty face begging her to have some form of mercy on them, for they had just turned the Slytherin robes red. Ever the dramatics that Black. 

When he arrived back at the Platform, he nuzzled into Y/n and Remus’ arms before departing to the Dursleys. But all was good because in just a month he’d see them again for his birthday, which he did. They took him to Diagon Alley to get his second-year stuff along with some ice cream to celebrate his twelfth birthday. 

He spent a week of his summer with them in their little house in London. It was far better than Privet Drive, and he felt a lot safer. But after the week was up, he was forced to return to the Dursleys. Within a week of being back, he’d managed to screw everything up. A thing named Dobby had quite literally dumped puddling all over one of the Dursley’s guests, and that got him trapped in his room. 

Thankfully, Ronald Weasley, who had become his close friend, had saved him. Harry went to the Burrow for the first time and met everyone else. Molly had notified Remus and Y/n of his entrance. Sadly, they couldn’t make it to the Platform for reasons. Molly wouldn’t tell Harry, but he was okay with it. 

Until Ron and he smashed into the brick wall, making them late for the train. It was then Ron had a brilliant thought of taking the flying car to Hogwarts. It did work until they got stuck in the Whomping Willow and then got caught by Severus Snape. A letter was sent home to Y/n and Molly. Both of which made two very different Howlers to their children. 

Molly’s howler was scolding them, and it made Ron’s ears turn pink. Y/n and Remus’ howler was a different story. The moment it opened, laughter rang through the Great Hall. Familiar laughter of Remus and Y/n. It made McGonagall furious and happy at the same time. 

“Merlin Harry!” Remus’ voice rang out, “You’re brilliant, aren’t you!” 

“Remus, we’re supposed to be scolding him!” Y/n retorted jokingly, “I’m scolding myself for never thinking of it!” Remus replied. 

Y/n chuckled, “Obviously, you shouldn't have done that, Harry; however, as long as you’re not harmed, we aren’t mad. Just be more careful next time.”

Remus was still dying of laughter, “Remus is still dying of laughter. We love you, Harry. Stay safe.”

Ron looked appalled with the coolness of the howler, “Bloody hell, you have a cool family.”

“They’re pretty cool.” Harry shrugged, smiling. 

Y/n and Remus would be lying if the whole petrifying thing didn’t scare them. They were worried for Harry’s safety but weren’t surprised when Harry ended up saving them all like last year. When they were on the Platform, Remus began getting on the train with him after kissing Y/n goodbye. 

He was grunting and groaning at every movement. The bags beneath his eyes looked more prominent than usual. Remus moved sluggishly, which was very unlike him. But Harry didn’t question it until he began to get on the train at Harry’s side. 

“Uncle Moony?”

“Yes, Harry?” Remus replied after sitting in a compartment, his cloak covering most of his body. 

“Why’re you on the train?”

He chuckled, “I’m your new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor.”

Harry smiled, and Remus fell into a dreamless sleep after a rough full moon the night prior. Hermione and Ron joined them not too long after as Harry began telling them about Sirius Black. The year went by as eventful as usual. Harry found out the accurate way his parents died along with Remus and Y/n. Peter Pettigrew being the culprit and then leaving before someone could catch him. 

Afterward, Sirius had been staying in the guest bedroom at Y/n and Remus’. He didn’t want to go back to Grimmauld Place. That was the last place he wanted to go. So despite not wanting to be a burden, he took the position that Y/n offered him. Ever so kind, just like James. When he walked through those doors, Y/n had hugged him tightly and kissed his cheek. 

“It’s good to have you back, older brother.”

Sirius could’ve cried on the spot, “It’s nice to see you again, little sis.”

The next couple of years were a trip. Fourth-year Harry had managed to get his name pulled out of the Goblet of Fire, leading to a new adventure of challenges. After finishing his fourth year, Cedric Diggory had died, marking the return of Voldemort, which had traumatized Harry in more than one way. That summer, he decided to stay with Y/n, Remus, and Sirius. They were all fantastic help throughout the entire thing. Through his nightmares, Y/n would make him hot chocolate and sit on the couch with him as he talked. 

Fifth-year was dreadful. Delores Umbridge had come into the office as the new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor, and the Order of the Phoenix reformed. Her detentions were terrible and horrid, especially for the first years. They were just kids, for Merlin’s sake. It made Y/n fume when she saw the back of Harry’s hand. The night they ventured to the Department of Mysteries was almost the worst night Harry could have dreamed of. 

Sirius had almost died if Y/n wasn’t as quick as she was. Bellatrix was stunned to see her spell deflected but kept firing nonetheless. When they got home, it was silent. Remus had made tea for himself and Sirius while making hot chocolate for the other two. Harry had laid his head on Y/n’s shoulder and fallen asleep. 

Truth be told, sixth year wasn’t any better. Dumbledore had died, and Harry was left to find the rest of the Horcruxes. It was then Sirius learned the actual death of his brother, making him mourn him all over again. Seventh year Harry, Ron, and Hermione ventured out to find the rest of them. 

When Harry returned to Hogwarts through the passageway to the Room of Requirement with Snape as headmaster, the war had officially started. In the end, everything had fallen into place. When Harry used the resurrection stone, he saw them. He saw James, Lily, Remus, and Sirius. Harry almost wanted to laugh at seeing them all together. They looked so happy. 

“Where- Where’s Y/n?”

Remus gave a solemn smile, “She made it. She’s still out there. Waiting for you.”

“Does that mean…”

“Turns out my sister is a tougher cookie than I thought.” James stated, and Harry turned to him, “She misses you.”

James chuckled, “As I do her.”

Harry turned back to Remus, “Does she know?”

“She was there when it happened.” Remus replied, “I had to give her one last ‘I love you’ and kiss goodbye, right?”

A noise rumbled from a distance, “It’s time, sweetie.” Lily stated. 

Harry released a shaky breath before dropping the stone on the ground. He had to do this for Y/n, for Ron, for Hermione, for everyone. He was ready. When he stepped in front of Voldemort to die, all he could think about was his Aunt's eyes. The way they glittered with tears when she let him go for the first time. The way they creased when she smiled at his first Christmas. The way they gleamed with mischief when she gave the Weasley twins new prank material. 

His last words would be ones he’d never regret, “Thank you, aunt Y/n, for everything.”

Because through everything, she was the only constant. She was the only one to hold him through anything. Through every nightmare, every battle, every tear, every smile. She was there with her radiant smile and caring nature. 

When Harry defeated Voldemort, the world stopped. It was done. It was over. But the pain wasn’t gone. The trauma wasn’t bypassed. This was more than a war. Harry walked into the Great Hall to see crying parents, kids, and siblings mourning their dead loved ones. His eyes zoomed on Y/n sitting crisscross beside her husband, holding his hand tightly. 

Wordlessly Harry sat beside her and leaned his head against her shoulder. Y/n tilted her head onto his. No tears fell from her eyes despite everything she had gone through, two wars, friends dead, parents dead, brother dead, and now husband dead. 

“His last words were- they were,” She choked, and Harry rubbed her shoulder, “I love you more than Moony loves the moon.”

Harry smiled, “Dad said you were a tough cookie.”

Y/n chuckled, and Harry relished in the sound, “He said that if anyone could get through this, it’s you.”

“Damn it, James.” She said to no one, still holding Remus’ hand. 

“We’ll get through this.” Harry said, “And we’ll do it together.”

“Together.”

[zukuist]

first selfie [hcs]

“you send them a full faced selfie for the first time in your relationship, after skating around the idea”

fandom/s: 僕のヘロアカデミア // boku no hero academia [bnha]

PART ONE (CURRENT) • PART TWO

includes: e. kirishima, k. bakugō, s. todoroki

your name is shortened to y/n, gender neutral

side note: yeah <3 my drafts are building up sooo.. i should probably upload all of those finished drafts (soon, anyway)

kirishima eijirō

let’s be real, he’s always wanted a pretty little selfie of you even if it’s just one.. or a dozen of them.

he’d be grateful of anything you sent him

it first started off simple with a mirror selfie, one of you leaning on your desk, with your phone covering your face

much to eijirō’s dismay

and from that point on, you’ve been sending him pictures of yourself consistently

though for the first few times, you’ve been showing him only a peek of your face, not allowing him to bask in your glory

fully, anyway

until one day, he was well.. attempting to study. he normally can’t be productive in studying, if he’s by himself

but you were out of town for a few days, due to a family meeting. he remembers you saying it was ‘super important and i can’t skip it out’

and the angry blond was out training angrily, and though he’d normally be fearless, he knows well not to bother him too much anyway

really, he was this 🤏 close to falling asleep. notebook on his lap, and the cozy atmosphere failing on giving his body some motivation to stay awake

until he hears a few ‘ping!’s coming from his phone, and eijirō jolts awake, immediately checking who it was

it was you, of course it was you, but the contents of your text message did catch him by surprise and the good kind of surprise

the picture you sent was a beautiful, beautiful selfie of your face in full view. the lighting may not be perfect but.. you sure are.

he’s ecstatic. eijirō rubs the lingering sleepiness away from his eyes, wondering if he’s just hallucinating that you’ve just sent him a full faced selfie

plot twist, he’s not

he jumps up from the position he’s in, switches on a proper light, and starts walking vigorously in circles

he jumps, absolutely elated, his heart’s racing at such speed ‘today’s my lucky day, wow!’ he repeats the last word frequently, like a mantra.

“the fuck are you doing?”

it doesn’t seem like it’s been a while. and a voice interrupts the gleeful moment, without much hesitation. it was just that easy

he stops in his tracks, and he sees his best friend at the door, staring at.. whatever he was doing

“how long have you been there?”

“i don’ know, five minutes?” the angry blond squints his eyes in similar bakugō fashion “you begged for me to help you study your ass off, remember?”

“oh, i did.”

“now snap out of it, you simp. the picture ain’t going anywhere.” bakugō stares at his phone

and the faux red head’s cheeks flush red

bakugō katsuki

he’s pretty.. indifferent about them. it’s not something he needs to have for survival.

i mean, if it was anyone else sending him unsolicited selfies of themselves, he’d block them without hesitation 😃

but i suppose.. one picture from you wouldn’t hurt. though he’d never actually admit that out loud

besides, if he’s going to have a picture of you, let it be a selfie that you’ve sent to him

because if someone were to catch him staring at a picture that was from your instagram..

he’d never live that down, because he says that he’s not following you anywhere. oh, and that person’s gonna get blown away

the first time he received a picture of you, it had him thinking. do you know what calm bakugō looks like?

that was his reaction

the first time was again, quite similarly to kirishima, a mirror selfie, with your phone covering your face

the first thing he thought when he saw the picture was why is your phone blocking out your face?

and second, are you teasing him or something? sending him a picture, only for the most important part to be blocked out.

he finally replies after 15 minutes, “stop sending me this shit” yet, he doesn’t block you, nor does he seem to mean what he said.

he forces himself to sleep, in furious katsuki fashion.

and you’d only continue to send him weekly updates from then on, despite his harsh words stating that you should ‘quit sending pictures of your shitty face’

your boyfriend still makes an effort to check them out everyday. he’s just.. letting you be, even though his eyes narrow into slits when he sees that the picture doesn’t include your face.

it’s around 6pm on a thursday, when he receives a text message during his training, the loud buzz interrupting him.

the blond grumbles, wondering out loud on “who the hell could be texting me right now?”

initially, he was going to ignore it, until he sees that it’s you. if there was anyone that knew about his training the most, it would be you.

a picture is attached to your text message, and he rolls his eyes. “don’t tell me, it’s another picture of themselves..”

but he’s taken by surprise, his expression faltering when he sees your face in full view.

“what the hell..”

those absolutely beautiful eyes of yours stare into the camera, and you’re dressed in your cozy pajamas.

‘i know you’re training right now, but i wanted to send this, so you could have something to look at when you’re done!!’

he’s left staring in silence, his eyes run over the picture a few more times, wanting to memorize every single thing about the selfie.

katsuki saves the picture, importing it to the secret camera app that has 2 passcodes, and he quickly gathers his things, wanting to get to your room as fast as he could.

‘i’m coming over, now.’

todoroki shōto

the importance of having a significant other’s picture didn’t really.. cross his mind?

i mean, the two of you have pictures together but that’s all it is. most of them being class photos, and pictures of the two of you with your friends

but those don’t really count, do they?

as the relationship hit the one month mark, he found himself subconsciously searching for pictures of you, whenever he was missing your presence.

only to find that he didn’t have much to work with. lacking what he really needed to see, which was your face

yeah sure, he could just.. ask? but how is he supposed to word ‘hey, i want you to send pictures of yourself’ into well.. more fitting words?

and purely by chance, his phone snapped him out of his contemplation.

you’ve sent him a picture of yourself, the plushie he bought for you covering everything but your eyes, with the context of

‘just felt like updating you :)) i hope today goes well for you <3’

did they know that he wanted a picture of you?

he replies back in an instant, with a simple ‘thank you. <3’ as it sounds cryptic, it’s really not.

from that point, shōto assumed that the regular updates from you, would be enough for him. he’d take anything, as long as you’re in them

but he’s wrong, super wrong. shōto must’ve underestimated his neediness.

the fire and ice quirk user initially thought that you were just skating around the idea of sending a full faced selfie

however, you’ve went from sending faceless selfies, to just sending pictures with just half of your face in them.

so.. maybe not?

shōto eventually drew to the conclusion that he just.. needed to ask, out loud.

“love, can i ask you something?” he asks, right before you were about to doze off in his hold

“sure, go ahead,” you partially slur, trying your best to stay awake

“can’t you just.. send me a picture of yourself?—.”

“oh but.. don’t i already do that?” your eyes twinkle at him, when you reply

“no like.. i want a picture, of your entire face.”

you sigh in relief, and you hum triumphantly, hearing exactly what you’ve wanted. “if that’s what you want, i’ll definitely consider it”

a week passes, and shōto’s sitting in his room by himself. when you’ll send him another update, he doesn’t know.

and then, a ding cuts through the silence of his room, and he quickly moves to check who it’s from.

“oh?”

your heterochromatic boyfriend stares at his phone’s screen, eyes softly fluttering, as he looks at the picture you’ve sent him.

it’s.. a selfie. now, he can clearly see almost everything he ever wanted to see. from each mark on your face, to the intricate details of your eyes.

‘do you like it? :))’ ‘i definitely should’ve done this a while back, pretty boy <3’

he texts back, ‘i love it.’

it is what he wanted. in fact, as soon as he saves the picture into his camera roll, shōto moves to make copies of it.

and the next time you visit his room, he’ll have a framed picture of that selfie, sitting on his desk delicately.

“shōto, you printed out my simple selfie?”

“but.. it’s your selfie. of course i’m going to print it out :]”

© zukuist 2021, bnha|mha belongs to horikoshi kohei, do not steal, repost, and plagiarize ❕

[skiller0dani]

Sinful | Spencer Reid

M A S T E R L I S T Criminal Minds Masterlist

smut | sub!spencer x bau!reader requests info summary | when spencer decides to let the witness flirt with him, you decide to have some fun of your own with derek. it becomes obvious that it's a mistake.

this was sitting in my drafts unedited!! I'm still trying to finish up Amortentia part 2 & the Ethan AU. They'll be up I promise, until then.. enjoy Sub!Spencer! This is my first real stab at a dom reader so I hope I did okay. I've read fics about face slapping as a kink and I just wanna let you guys know that I am not comfortable writing that so I probably never will include that.

Also I hate saliva so I probably wont write about spitting either. Sorry lololol

thanks @imagining-in-the-margins for the inspiration! (was totally inspired by "messy lessons" if you guys haven't read it...you should!)

At first you doubted he knew what he was even doing.

At first.

Maybe he wasn't trying to get in her pants, and maybe he wasn't trying to lead her on. But he was still letting her shamelessly flirt with him. You'd been with the FBI for years and made the silly mistake of assuming that working in the same department as your boyfriend would make things easier on you. Being able to see him everyday is a definite plus, seeing him in danger every time you're in the field is definitely not a plus. Watching a busty blonde witness flirt with him is certainly not a plus, especially when he lets her throw herself into his chest. Supposedly "distraught" but you see the cheeky smile peeking at the corner of her lips.

You see the thing about Spencer that nobody except for you knows, is that deep down he's a very naughty boy. The little mischievous glint in his eyes when his eyes meet yours from across the interrogation room proved that. You were professional however, so you were forced to stand by and watch him comfort her. Bitch.

"C-Could you get me some water?" Her voice was shaky, you still didn't buy it.

"Sure, Doctor-"

"Agent Y/L/N if you wouldn't mind?" Spencer's much more dominating voice cut through yours. Your eyebrows flew up as you shared a millisecond stare down with him. You could see the playful look in his eyes, flashed by the brattiest smile you'd ever seen grace his lips. Your lips stretched in a tight smile before you nodded and turned out of the room.

When JJ joined you near the kitchenette she opened her mouth to say something, but once she'd noticed you white knuckle gripping the faucet handle she changed her mind. She continued with whatever she was doing, not looking at you. It was a tense few minutes until she turned out of the room. While everyone in the BAU knew you and Spencer were together, it was easy for them to forget seeing as you never acted as a couple at work. For obvious reasons. Only in moments of danger, like when Spencer's helicopter went down and there were panicked tears streaming down your cheeks did they remember that you were in fact, together.

Apparently your usually good boy seems to have forgotten who he belongs to as well. The sight you returned to left tendrils of anger licking at the pit of your stomach.

"Oh really, that is so cool! I'll bet you're so strong!" The witness had perked up considerably since you'd left the room. Her hand reached up to curl at his bicep, and he didn't stop her. What a brat. Spencer sat next to her rather than across from her at the table, presumably to console her. Spencer beamed at her praise, an action you did not miss.

"Yeah, actually FBI agents are required to pass a variety of physical exams to insure they're physically healthy enough to chase down an unsub if need be-"

"Here's your water." Your voice was tense and you had to resist the urge to "accidentally" spill the water on her as you set the glass down. You didn't meet Spencer's eye as he stood to follow you out of the room. You could see the naughty façade fading as soon as he'd left the room.

"Y/N?" His voice was soft and his big brown eyes wide when you turned to glance at him. Your heart melted at the sight of those sad puppy dog eyes but you're not going to give in when baby boy broke so many rules.

"Shush." Is all you say, your voice sharp. You're not going to hide the fact that you're mad at him. And you're going to stay mad at him, no matter how cute he is.

"Yes ma'am." Spencer mumbles as he follows you towards the room Hotch is waiting in with the whiteboard. You try your hardest to focus on whatever Hotch is saying but all you can think about is that stupid witness pressing her chest up against Spencer, and the fact that he was practically bathing in the attention she gave him. You hated the fact that Spencer was getting exactly what he wants, he lives for your punishments. In a way, punishing him was also rewarding him but it was rewarding for you too.

After vaguely remembering Hotch asking for Spencer, you watched him scramble forward. You don't miss the fact that he nearly stops to ask for your permission to do so, you have him trained so well. A smile quirks at the corner of your mouth and you almost feel like forgiving him until Hotch speaks again.

"Reid, I want you to take Allison Calloway home..." he lists off where the rest of you will go but at that point you're no longer listening. You hear Hotch pair your name with Derek, which sparks a wicked idea in your head. He's having Spencer take the witness home? Is the world punishing you? You see Spencer steal one nervous glance at you before rushing to get Allison. You tongue your cheek before reluctantly following Derek out of the precinct.

//

You and Derek were apparently instructed by Hotch to go investigate the second crime scene, where a young man with his hands missing was found earlier this morning. You peek at Derek out of the corner of your eye, Derek is one of your close friends and he knows more than he should about yours and Spencer's...extracurricular activities. He seems to be in a good mood today, and he's unlikely to think anything of it. He'll definitely tell Spencer about it, which is sort of what you're hoping for. While this is hardly the place for you to "come on" to Derek, you're willing to do it. Spencer needs a taste of his own medicine.

"Odd, that the unsub removes the hands but repositions the watch around the victims ankle." Derek muses, his hand coming up to scratch at the stubble on his chin. Luckily the officers sent to patrol the crime scene are nowhere nearby. You circle Derek, trying to formulate the perfect sentence in your mind. It can't be too much, but definitely enough for him to inform Spencer. Derek is used to more lewd phrases coming from yours and Penelope's mouth, so surprising him enough to tattle to your boyfriend will be a challenge.

It can't be anything that would hurt Spencer however.

Derek views Spencer as his little brother and would never hurt him, and you wouldn't want to hurt Spencer either this is all in good filthy fun. It has to be a little risky, but not so risky that Derek would prefer keeping it from Spencer to protect him. If its too much Derek will approach you directly about it which would be humiliating and would entirely miss the point. This is a very delicate operation.

"Oh Derek, have you been working out?" You decide to take the easy route, adding a dash of sultry to your tone.

"Occasionally." Derek doesn't turn his head towards you, you haven't quite captured his attention yet.

"Firm is a good look on you." You tease, you'll need to ease him into it because he's going to have the wind knocked out of him when you finally lay it on him.

"Easy girly, you're venturing into dangerous territory." You hear the lilt to his tone letting you know that he's joking. You need to push it further.

"No I'm serious," you need to tread very carefully. You don't want to ruin a friendship you still want to keep, "it's a really good look on you."

Derek turns to you then, an eyebrow raised as he watches you trail your eyes down his body. While Derek isn't a bad looking guy, he doesn't even come close to comparing to your beautiful boy. Spencer is easily the cutest and sexiest man you've ever had the privilege of standing in the same room with.

"What's with you?" He asks, keeping the smile on his face so he doesn't alert you that he's concerned. You're on the right track but if you leave it here Derek will let it go. You need to drop that mini bomb on him, just a little more. You trail a finger down his shoulder, towards his bicep.

"Nothing, just admiring the view. The big, strong, sexy, view. What I wouldn't give to have you in bed Derek Morgan." There's the bomb. Your words have an immediate effect over him. The half-lidded sultry look in your eyes is enough for him to raise his eyebrows in surprise. Usually he can tell if you're joking but now he really can't tell. He's speechless, which doesn't happen to Derek Morgan very often.

"Y/N..."

"Call me if you wanna take me up on my offer." You send a wink at him before turning to head towards the black SUV. That should be enough for him to tattle.

//

When you return to the precinct, you watch with pleased eyes as Derek immediately pulls Spencer into a side room. Derek briefly glances at you, and you send him a smile but do not receive on in return. You don't think anything of it, Derek will get over it eventually with an explanation. You watch carefully as Derek begins to speak and an unreadable expression crosses onto Spencer's face, you expect he's just absorbing what Derek is telling him. Any minute now that look will cross onto his face, those dark eyes that warn you that you've officially annoyed him.

Derek keeps speaking, you can see his lips moving. What are they talking about? It shouldn't be taking this long. You're too far away to really make out their faces, so you subtly sneak closer when Spencer's eyes flash to meet yours and you gasp. There is no anger on his face, no playful annoyance, instead you see pain. Hurt. Betrayal. Derek tries to reach out to grab Spencer but the door to that side room opens and Spencer comes rushing out of it. Not bothering a side glance at you as he makes his hasty exit.

"I was only kidding." You explain quickly as Derek emerges. He doesn't look amused.

"It was too far Y/N. He's crushed." Derek snaps, brushing past you. Immediately you turn and exit the precinct, quickly finding Spencer tucked away in a secluded corner. He's sitting against the building, his head tucked into his knees and the absolute worst part is the fact that he's softly crying. You kneel in front of him in an instant, although you're not sure what to even say.

"Oh baby boy, I was only kidding. I didn't mean it, I said it because you flirted with that blonde witness!" You explain in a hurry, trying to reach out to take him in your arms. Spencer resists, instead lifting his head to look at you. His eyes are glossy and red rimmed, "kidding?"

"Yes precious, I was kidding."

"But Derek is more...attractive then I am." Spencer whimpers softly. You reach forward to firmly grasp Spencer's chin, ensuring he looks at you.

"Spencer Walter Reid you look at me," You order, and hesitantly Spencer lifts his watery eyes to meet yours. "There is not a single person who is more attractive then you are, you are flawless."

"But deep down you want Derek-"

"I was kidding Spencer. I only want you, my good boy." You purr, and you see a shiver run down his spine. You lean forward to press your lips to his before your thumbs come up to swipe away your tears.

"I'm not a good boy, I don't deserve it." Spencer whimpers once you help him stand up. Even though you're looking up at him, it's still very clear that you're the one in charge. "I flirted with Allison."

"You're right, you haven't been very good have you? I'm sure you'll make it up to me in the hotel room." You smile pressing a kiss to his flushed cheek. He nods immediately, it warms your heart.

"I love you." Spencer whispers after he catches your hand as you're about to open the door. You press a kiss to his palm, "I love you precious."

//

You could feel the nerves rolling off of him when you opened the door to your shared hotel room. The door shut with a soft click as you kicked off your shoes. Spencer remained at the hotel room door curled in on himself and wringing his hands together. You have to hide the smile as you shed your jacket from your shoulders, beginning to reach for your jeans when you pause. You take a seat on the bed, watching Spencer eye you carefully from his spot by the door.

"Come here." There isn't a question in your tone, it's more of an order. An order Spencer hastily obeys as he scrambles to stand before you.

"Undress me." You instruct, and Spencer kneels immediately to grab at the hem of your shirt. He carefully lifts the fabric off your body and tosses it aside before reaching around your body to unclip your bra. "No touching baby boy, you were naughty remember?" You snapped, and you saw him turn his head down in shame before turning his attention towards your pants. He unbuttons your jeans and helps pull them down your legs. Spencer's breath gets caught in his throat when his eyes land on your clothed pussy.

"Like what you see precious? Maybe if you were a good boy and didn't let that woman run her hands all over you, maybe I'd let you touch." You purr watching the disdain in his eyes when he realizes what his punishment is going to be.

"Tell me the truth baby boy, did you let her touch you in the car?"

He nods, but that's not good enough for you. You reach down to roughly palm him through his slacks.

"I said did you let her touch you?" You punctuate every word with a gentle squeeze around his cock. Finally, Spencer seems to find his voice.

"Y-Yes!"

"Where? Show me where she marked what's mine." You hiss, not even attempting to disguise your frustration. Spencer lifts one hand to his chest and trails it down his stomach, dangerously close to the hem of his pants before thankfully he stops.

"You let her touch you, this close to your cock?" You snap, tearing your hand away from him.

"I-I'm sorry!" He stammers, his eyes wide and his hands resting on the tops of his thighs. Boy does he look pretty on his knees before you. Not pretty enough for mercy however. There's a pleading look in his eyes, and a desperation. A desperation to please you.

"Make it up to me." You snap and as soon as the words leave your lips, Spencer's fingers are curling around the waistband of your underwear and tearing them off your body.

"Y-Yes ma'am." You lean back on your elbows as Spencer lowers his head between your legs, his eyes flickering to yours briefly. With a nod of your head, Spencer is delving between your legs with the enthusiasm of sex deprived teenager. Your head tosses back immediately as you feel his tongue licking thick stripes over your entrance. He continues to lap at you, his tongue teasing your entrance before he returns to his heavy licking. You moan softly, your fingers digging into his curls and pulling his head closer.

"Just like that, you're being such a good boy." You praise through breathy moans, and Spencer can feel his chest swell with pride. He loves being your good boy. But he isn't your baby boy all the time, sometimes, with a bit of coaxing, he becomes daddy. Spencer reaches up to prod a finger at your entrance before he's sinking in knuckle deep, his mouth curling around your clit. Spencer pumps on finger, to stretch you a little before slowly working a second finger into your suffocatingly tight heat.

"Yes Spencer, don't stop." You beg, feeling yourself climbing closer to reaching the peak, especially when his tongue flicks expertly against your clit while his fingers pump steadily into you. "Oh God, my good boy-" You praise again, and this time Spencer moans against you. Your toes curl as the vibrations send a course of pleasure through you, you've got to make him do that again.

"Do you like being my good boy Spencer? My good, obedient boy. So eager to please me, to make me feel good. And you do, you make me feel so good because you're such a good, good, boy." Your heavy praise causes Spencer to release a low groan, and the feeling is enough to launch you over the edge. Spencer keeps pumping is fingers into you, his tongue swirling soft circles over your clit to help you through your orgasm. Once your body has stopped jerking, you finally pull him off you.

"I forgive you precious, but unfortunately I still have to punish you." You inform him as you pull him back up to his feet. You hear him whine as you push his chest to lay him back against the bed.

"Do you have to?"

"Are you talking back to me baby boy?"

"N-No!" He squeaks instantly, his cheeks painted red. You stand over him, laying beneath you and you can't fight the soft moan that escapes your lips upon seeing him. His hair is disheveled from you raking your fingers through his, his brown eyes are wide and innocent as he looks up at you, and his cheeks are dusted such a beautiful shade of pink.

"Take off your clothes precious, I want to see all of you." You instruct, and you love the shy look on his face as he reaches up to remove his shirt. You let your eyes shamelessly roam his body as he slowly exposes more skin to you. Despite having been together for a few years now, Spencer is still incredibly insecure. Deep down he's worried you'll grow tired of him. Worried that you'll seek out other men despite being with him. Spencer is worried he's not enough to keep you interested. Which is wildly untrue, it's already been over 3 years and if anything you become more interested as time goes on.

"So beautiful baby boy, your body is a work of art." You breathe under your breath. Spencer blushes even deeper then he was before as he nervously fidgets underneath. You swing your legs on either side of his waist, your palms on the bed next to his head. "Your punishment, precious boy," your hands drift to his that are resting on your hips, "is that you can't touch me." You finish, moving his hands to the bed.

Spencer's eyes widen as his head drops back. A whine escapes his lips, but like a good boy, he grasps tightly at the sheets. You reach between your bodies to grasp his cock, pressing the head against your entrance before you teasingly lower onto him. Spencer's eyes squeeze shut at the feeling of your velvety walls around him- it's almost too much for the poor boy. It doesn't help that it's been a few weeks since you two last had sex, meaning you're tighter then you normally are. In fact you're so tight that Spencer can't even breathe properly while he's stretching you open.

"Oh baby boy, you feel absolutely wonderful. Your cock stretches me open so good." You purr, your hands landing on his chest for leverage so you can bounce on him faster. Spencer whimpers softly, the feeling is overwhelming, you can tell he's struggling to contain himself. Your hair drifts down your back when you throw your head back, his cock hitting places deep inside you.

"Getting close," You moan and Spencer knows that's his cue to reach down and begin rubbing circles over your clit. As soon as his thumb makes contact you're moaning loudly, your free hand digging into his hair to hold onto tightly. "Yes Spencer, yes." The phrase becomes a chant you repeat in your head over and over again. Spencer continues to rub you, desperate to help you find your release. When you slam down on him again, his cock hits the place deep inside you that makes your toes curl. You cum instantaneously, your body nearly falling top of Spencer's from the sheer force of it. Spencer's arms come up to steady you, offering shallow thrusts into you to chase his own release.

"Y/N...c-can I?" His voice is wrought, and you smile weakly.

"Yes precious, you can cum." As soon as you give him permission, he's cumming in hot gushes into you, his face buried in your neck. You run your hand down his back as his heart rate slows back to normal, and Spencer's arms stay curled around your waist.

"Spence?"

"Hm?" You can hear the lazy drawl in his voice that lets you know he's getting very sleepy.

"Don't ever break my rules again, or your punishment will be much worse."

"Yes ma'am." You press a kiss to his lips before pulling off him, and curling yourself into his side.

[vulpes-z3rda]

SFW Alphabet ~ Bakugou

a/n: i have a few things in my drafts that just need editing before i publish them and then i should have a bit more consistent upload schedule, i just have college starting again soon so i’ll have to balance it!

for now though, i hope you enjoy this! yes i am moving my wattpad content over here dont @ me shush

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

For starters, we all know he isn't the most... in touch with his emotions. But he's more than ready to show whatever emotions he has to for you. I mean, he doesn't just cuddle anyone when they seriously need it.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Well, you probably beat his ass somehow in some training activity Aizawa set. Or you stood up to him when you were younger to protect Midoriya. Whatever it is you did, it made him appreciate you so much more. Also, he'd basically be like your little bodyguard or guard dog so take advantage of it. He would never admit to any of this by the way.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

I mean... of fucking course he does!!! It's not like he'll go out of his way every time to do it with you, but when he's up for it, he won't want to let you go.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He never really imagined himself settling down with anyone ever. Of course, his mind changed when you can into his life. You're the first person to ever make him question what he wants his future to be like. The bonus to having him as your boyfriend is that he's an amazing chef and he cleans very well and often.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He'd be very reluctant to do it in all honesty. This is Bakugou we're talking about, he doesn't do anything without putting up a fight. Unless he has to do it to protect you... that's really the only way he'd ever let you go.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Well, the subject of commitment is very new to him. What, with him being emotionally constipated or whatever... but he'd probably ask you to marry him after a couple of years of dating.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Let's get real here, he isn't known for being gentle with anyone so why would he be gentle on you? However, he can be a big softie on a rare occasion or when he's drunk.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He's not that much of a hugger unless you really really need one. Honestly, he's surprisingly good at comforting people once he himself has opened up to them. So expect a lot of bear, comfort hugs from this man right here.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It took him a few months. Listen, he's not used to showing how he feels to people so openly, so when he did, he was a shy b o i.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)

Well... most people think it's concerning how easily jealous he gets, but you find it adorable. The worst he gets is using his quirk on them, but usually he just verbally threatens them. Like I've said before, he refuses to let you go.. he loves you too much for that.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

They're kind of steamy and passionate. Every now and then, they're just soft and loving. He kisses you on the lips and neck normally and you love that as well as forehead kisses.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

We all know he's angry towards children or anyone for that matter. But his own brats? Well, his personality does a complete 180. It scares you honestly, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

You both cuddle for a bit when you wake up before actually getting out of bed. It's a slow start to the day for you both that involves lots of love and hugs and kisses to wake up.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

This is easy, you do some things that aren't PG and things that are very fluffy and soft. It's not abnormal for a friend or a family member to come over and see you both cuddled up, under a blanket with a movie on the tv.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

A couple of months into the relationship, he starts opening up a lot more to you. It comes in drabbles, but eventually, you get the bigger picture of Bakugou. After a year or so, you have every piece to the puzzle that you need to see the picture it holds.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Very easily. He has a short fuse so if you push him too much, he'll snap and yell at you. I promise he doesn't mean it, angers just something he's never been able to completely control.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers a lot actually! He may be shit with remembering people's names, but when it comes to you he finds it hard to forget anything. The little things and the big things, he knows everything you've ever told him.

R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

I'd say when you went in your first date together. He's never been so happy in his life to be with "his nerd" as he called you. But seriously, he loved it and although he might never say it out loud, he appreciates that you gave him that chance

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

I'm just gonna put it out there... he's very protective of you okay? Like, he saw one guy look at you wrong and the next thing you know he's over there telling him to fucking watch what he's doing. He just really loves you and doesn't want to see you hurt ever. Trust me, he goes off on one of you get hurt during training to the point were you have to be completely hidden from him during it.

He doesn't like being protected as much but if you do, he wouldn't really mind it and appreciates that you'd help him in a time when he's in danger or vulnerable.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He plans it really well actually. He takes you to nice places and simple ones just as much as each other, he gets you trinkets that he knows you'll love and big gifts on occasions

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

When he gets really angry, he uses his quirk and destroys something in the house. You're slowly growing used to it but it still annoys you because "OI!! I PAID GOOD MONEY FOR THAT POP ROCKS!!"

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

I'd say he's moderately concerned about how he looks. He gets beauty sleep still and even goes as far as to book spa retreats for you both under the excuse that he wants to see you relax. We all know it's because he likes the facial treatments they use... we all know that Bakugou. There's no hiding it.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Omg... this pomeranian right here would be l o s t without you. You finally helped him realise his feelings and understand them and now you're just gone? Hell no. He'd slowly break in confusion but pretend like nothings effecting him

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He's a sucker for playing stupid board games with you. You make it, he'll play it. It doesn't matter what the context of the game is or the rules, he'll play and he'll win.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

He doesn't like it when his s/o talks down on themselves or gives up without a fight. I mean, he's gotten over a lot in life to get to where he is, so he wants someone similar to him in that sense. Sure he understand you'll have that odd day or time period, but if it's all the time it begins to annoy him.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

He mumbles his well known phrases in his sleep. So you'll be sleeping peacefully and then the quietest "die" you've ever heard will just come from him. It's super cute surprisingly!! Every now and then he'll mumble an "I love you"

[apparentlyaswarmofbees]

Late Top 10 Posts of 2020!

I have fun seeing my posts rise and fall on the Top Posts list, I kind of forgot to do this before but since I have way too much time right now I decided I might as well give it a go with a bit of comentary!

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#10- Pact Marks

This one was literaly made at a moment of epiphany, I really enjoy the concept. I should mention I also really enjoyed the Unconventional Pact Marks made by @/astaroth1357, you guys should go check it out lololol

#9- Papa Mammon's Feathery Babies

This one was also an epiphany I wrote after watching videos of crows being cute, for a long while this one post was actually the second top post of all time! It still gets some rises in notes from time to time when new people find it and reblog it! And again, a huge thanks and all the love to @/hhhany82 for their great fanart made inspired on this post of mine, I was over the moon and I still am everytime I think about it ♡♡♡♡♡

#8- A Compilation of Accidents

After reading many headcanons of people using the concept of accident for agnst purposes (which are great ngl), I decided that no, accidents can make you laugh too, and so I wrote this inspired in my own personal accidents in life l o l.

#7- In What Way You Will Match With Them

After a long ass while opening dozens of tabs on my computer of matching things, writing this was hella fun. With some I had trouble deciding on what to match but in the end it was worth it uvu.

#6- MORE Small Things to Imagine

Oh man I remember exactly how I felt then. Many many times I made a small draft in an attempt to make a somewhat continuation to Small Things to Imagine but it never felt quite right. The reopening of requests at that time was really the catalyst of my inspiration. It is the shortest of the series of Small Things to Imagine but I consider it an important warm up for the reopening of requests and a weight being lifted off my shoulders!

#5- Leviathan 'Despair' Fanart

Oh my god drawing that was a pain, I did draft after draft and I was in so much agony coloring his table. But the song was so good my inspiration was on fire the entire time. You guys won't believe how happy I still am from the amount of feedback I recieved out of it. It's a simple fanart, but I felt I managed to send the exact feelings I felt from the lyrics and imagining Levi to all of you, and that makes me really proud no matter the imperfections ♡

#4- While You're Not Looking

The ammount of attention this one recieved in just one single day of being posted was NOT expected. It was again, just a moment of epiphany, and then I had many people screaming and crying in my notifications and all I could think was "oh god I broke them are you guys okay what the fuck is happening". All I had in mind while writting was literally just what they do when you're not looking, and only after some people comented on tags about the yearning this post reeked of that I realized what I wrote 😂. It skyrocketed in notes and it still has me dumbfounded lololol.

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-Honorary Mentions-

#Mammon Red String Fanart

This one is one of my absoluse prides after Belphie's 'Bad Ideas' Fanart. I was just so filled with love and soft feelings due to all the feedback I was recieving in this platform, all my insecurities and anxieties being crushed and thrown out the window. This fanart was made with pure overflowing happiness and gratefulness to all of you.

#No Thoughts, Just Demons

One of my first posts in this blog, it has been on top 3 for a good while before dropping down. It was incredibly fun to draw seeing it was literally a warmup from me staying months without drawing. I still feel sorry for the original artist of the base I used because it literally scaped my mind to credit, specially seeing I cropped the thing without paying attention to any signatures, and I also had no idea the original artist was on tumblr either, though I also didn't bother to search. The moment I accidentally found about the original artist I immediatelly went to put proper credits, but still, sorry.

#'Ho Ho Homicide' Satan Claus Fanart

Oh am I proud of this one. It took so much trouble but it was so satisfying to see it becoming it's final form. But I got so impatient I posted a literal month before christmas 😂. It's one of my favorite fanarts of all time 😏.

#Breakfast In Bed

This fucking shitpost lolololol. This was literally inspired by the fact I don't see breakfast in bed as romantic at all. Although it can be good if you can't get off the bed per example, on circunstances where you can get off the bed it's nothing short of inconvenient. But still, it's endearing to have someone go for the unnecessary trouble to have you eat breakfast in bed, and so this post was born lololololol.

#'Compilation of Flustered Sweet Stuff' Making The Brothers Flustered

Another moment of epiphany where I was high on the blushing faces of the brothers. Lucifer's frown with blushy cheeks that Satan also does, Mammon's and Beel's blushy smiles that make me go (=♡=) everytime, Levi's and Asmo's blush that just make me h o r n y, Belphie's blush that makes me want to s q u e e z e him in a hug. If I could I would make a shrine for each blushy expression from all the brothers.

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And now for the top 3!

#3- EVEN MORE Small Things To Imagine

Oh boy I was PUMPED while making that one. I was listening to the song mentioned on it the entire time and until today I still get so happy while listening to it. I consider this one the ultimate part of the Small Things to Imagine series because it's not only the longest it was also made with a lot more happy feelings than the first part, and it's even higher on top than MORE Small Things to imagine, and I am proud of it 😌

#2- Photos The Brothers Would Have of You

Literally inspired by the shitshow that is the photos both me and my brother take. My brother makes sure all pics he ever takes can become memes, while I always search to take pictures from people at their most natural, even if it means a blurry pic of them laughing in an awkward position, and so I merged mine and my brother's tendencies and this post was born! And honestly I don't think anyone should be ashamed of drolling in their sleep, it's normal lololol, and I do from time to time too!

And finally...

#1- Small Things To Imagine

The number 1 top post that never lost it's position not even once ever since first posted. Not only was it one of my first posts of this blog it is also my most popular to the point it appears on the top posts of the Obey Me Headcanons tag. I am extremelly proud of this post, thank you everyone for their feedback on it and all the love sent to me, it really boosted my energy at the time ♡♡♡♡♡

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Thank you everyone for all the love I recieved in this short 3/4 months of activity! May 2021 give us a break!!

[iicytodoroki]

pregame; atsumu miya (nsfw)

‧₊˚ ↱ ᵕ̈ summary: ❝ ya ready to go to suna’s for pregame, right? ❞

‧₊˚ ↱ ᵕ̈ warnings: explicit scenes (use protection!), explicit language, mentions of drinking, f! reader, some degradation, some possession, use of pill vibrator, fingering

‧₊˚ ↱ ᵕ̈ wc: 2990

‧₊˚ ↱ ᵕ̈ a/n: sorry it look me ages to get this done, i rlly wasnt inspired to write smut during that time, so everything i wrote just didnt flow right; so hope you enjoy tho!

You could only just cross your legs as you leaned against the wall, looking across the room. Leering eyes sharpen when Atsumu catches your gaze. A smug look as he looks down and back directly at your (e/c), darkening with a knowing thought. Holding his gaze, challenging him to just try you. But this is your boyfriend we are talking about. He loves a good challenge. Slowly he reaches into his pocket, eyes darkening. You can imagine hearing the slow click, click of the dial turn. The aching buzz against your soft, velvety wall now growing with each click of the remote. Your thighs clutching tighter to help the unsatisfied ache and to prevent the drench seeping through your bottoms. 

The vibrating pill was too much for your sensitive walls. Atsumu had to push it in deep to make sure it’s between your rings of muscle so each time you clench harder, the sleek pick just keeps going in deeper, sending intense pulses all around.

It was less than an hour when Atsumu coaxed you with his fingers on the drive here. The pisshead loved rubbing his thumb on the inner, sensitive flesh of your thigh as he drove. But since you were so busy texting the group chat about everyone’s wins, he just has to slip his thick, calloused fingers past your panties. 

First, rubbing your sweet button with his thumb, obviously tearing your attention away from your phone. Frowning at what he’s trying to get at, your face could only flush. Next, shoving two fingers in after he feels the slick collecting on his palm. Atsumu’s warm hands contrasting to his cold, metal rings added to your lewd gasps and uneven breathing. Sensing how much you want more of his nationally acclaimed fingers, he drastically sped up his pace. He was shoving two fingers in you then three while being attentive to your nub. 

Your body temperature and heart rate was so rapid now. The shoving force of his hand trying to make sure all his knuckles are in and pushing against your velvety walls was too much for a short amount of time. Atsumu was smugly driving with one hand of the wheel, smiling to himself knowing he made you a quivering mess within minutes. Every glance he took to the side, his pants just got tighter and tighter. You looked so good trying to ground yourself by grasping the grab handle above you for dear life. Your whimpers and moans for more ignited his need to to take you. Now. 

But sadly, the car came to a halt. You two arrived at Suna’s flat.

Walking in all cheeky knowing you never got your release, he just gave you his shit-eating grin as you both walked in towards your old high school friends. Atsumu gave you a peck on the cheek as he sauntered off to go play around Aran, Suna, and Osamu in the living room. You gave an extra heated glare at the back of Atsumu’s head, conveying how mad you were for interrupting you. But as you got up to go to the kitchen, you failed to notice his fingers in his pocket turning on the remote. 

In the midst of bending down to get water from the fridge, tingles from the base to the top of your spine shot up shivers. Then that’s when you froze wide-eyed of the familiar buzzing inside your still sensitive wet, warmth. You remember Atsumu was cleaning up slick juices since you were mad at him causing such a mess, plus he insisted. Still in a daze, your cunny still remembers his presence and was dripping enough that your scheming boyfriend slipped his favorite traveler’s toy in you. 

That fucking idiot

You could only curse him out in your head and send glares his way. Only for him to give an oh-so-loving smile from a boyfriend, turning back to laugh with his friends. Which now led you to stand around, idly chatting with other members, all hiding the fact you keep crossing your thighs in order to relieve the subtle need to clench around the very prolonged vibrations. 

Maintaining your intense, anger-filled gaze at Atsumu, his own golden hues just darkened in response. To him, his appetite has now become insatiable. How could you be so tempting? Just by staring at him. Those lust-filled eyes and scarlet overcasting your radiant skin. 

Oh, you’re so ready

Atsumu got up from his seat, his friends not noticing his sudden parting. He occasionally gave nods of acknowledgement, but most of the time he just stared at you, yearning for your adorable reactions. Now he has you in the palm of his hand. Primed for his much needed savory appetite.

“‘Tsumu, what the actual fuck --,” you hissed. But he quickly took your arm into the master bathroom. 

The slam of the door and click of the lock reverberated against the pristine walls. Only the view of his broad, toned back was visible. For a second you thought you made him mad, but then the soft humming and fluttering of your wet walls, which are also starting to leak out onto your thinly laced panties, grounded your mind again. Before you know it, Atsumu firmly grasps your hips with both his hands, digging in to make sure to keep you in place. Oh they are for sure going to bruise in the morning, yet your lower abdomen just got tingly at the prospects. 

“Ya know,” his hot breath dancing across the die of your neck, “I’ve been waiting til we got home after the party…”

Atsumu hands’ ghostly touch roamed up until his thumbs reached your underboobs. With each word he gave you hot neck butterfly kisses, while his thumbs roughly circulated your sensitive buds through the fabric.

“But you looked so desperate for my cock,” with a sudden bite and suckle at the junction of your neck, tongue smoothing with his slick over the blooming mark. Shivers down your spine from the cold and meek whimpers made by you

He continues, “like the needy slut you are.”

While your mind was focused on his attentive lips, you failed to notice the tossed skirt in the clawfoot tub. Next thing you know, Atsumu carelessly ripped off your blouse, his mouth was watering just the sight of you, pussy gleaming as the pill continued, and chest heaving from the soft, but sensitive touches. His cock ached so much being constricted. He glanced back to your face where he can read in your darkened eyes, you needed him now.

“‘Tsumu, please hur--,” not needing to finish your sentence Atsumu attached himself to one of your breasts, while the other was mercilessly pinched and rubbed to relieve the pain, over-and-over. Saliva from the rapid lapping of his tongue absorbed the cold draft, perking them. Perfect for the graze and pull of his teeth, eliciting a series of high-pitched mewls. All directed to his throbbing cock. 

Urgency finally took over your still foggy mind, nimble hands were able to tug at Atsumu’s dress shirt, reveling at his godly-sculpted body. His being just surrounds you, eyes focusing on the glistening sweat that’s perspiring all over his torso. Smirking at your glossy eyes that seem to scale all over his body he comments, “Like what you see?”

Before he could get an answer, your (e/c) caught the bulging tent of his pants. Just seeing how large the bulge is got you panting more whilst rubbing your thighs. 

Just imagine him and the pill inside...at once

While your eyes were trained on his cock, Atsumu unzipped and discarded his bottoms to the side. Standing in all his glory was his raging, red head of his cock, glistening in dripping pre-cum. A thickness you’ve never gotten used to, always need to be prepped for what feels like hours, with a protruding vein just underneath. Just remembering the rough drags that vein has against your spongy walls could make you cum right now. 

“Now, now, as much as I love you admiring my cock, I’d love it even more inside this tight pussy of yours.”

As he said this Atsumu turned you around to face the large bathroom mirror, while he atrociously shoved his thumb, index, and middle fingers up your cunt. Rapidly raking inside in the search for the pill.

“Ah! nghh--’Tsumu..!!”

“Wait a sec babe,” he kissed your temple as he smirk knowing your knees buckled, “I need to take it out first.”

In reality, he did find it, but he wanted to keep messing with you. You were making such pretty noises and your face, god he could see the mix of frustration and pleasure written on there. He kept aggressively shoving his hand while scissoring his fingers inside, insisting he couldn’t find it yet. Atsumu’s brute force and the deep intense vibrations built you up to a warm coiling in your lower abdomen. (s/c) hands clutched onto the edge of the counter in anticipation.

After what felt like brutal hours of aggressive to slow fingering, he finally took it out. So sudden, yet so close, he didn’t—would not—let you release.

All you could hear was your heaving breath and the squelching noises of your arousal, a string still connecting to the vibrating pill. Atsumu seeing how all your juices messly attached around his hand made him salivate like a man out in the desert. Your aroma wafted around both of you, igniting this primal need to delve into you and the sinful noise of your pussy, looking for something to fill it. A need to relieve its emptiness.

“Miya Atsumu, you’re an actual douchebag,” you said in frustration.

“Oh really? Then I guess I better treat you,” he brought one hand to the front and another crawling up to your blooming bruised neck.

Enticed at his movements, you watched in the mirror as he opened your lips. Pink, fleshy muscles clenching at nothing. That is until you see Atsumu’s cock slicking himself with his precum and your nectar. He let out a deep groan upwards just at the feeling of the heat your pussy gave away. 

“F-fuck y/n, you’re so wet, mmghh,” he moaned.

Biting your lip and stifle a broken moan, Atsumu entered inside, quickly becoming overwhelmed by the tight fit of his cock. No matter how many times you guys fucked, his girth always stretched you out, his plump head had to be thrusted through each muscled ring. All the while your walls kept fluttering around him. 

Atsumu’s forehead was now in your shoulder as he bit and licked the area as he thrusted into you, your hips ringing against the marble sink. Wet skin from arousal and sweat tingly as he pulled back to shove in deeper. 

Feeling all of his ridges grazing inside you.

Your fleshy walls pulsate around his cock as he eases himself into you inch by rough inch.

 “Nghh, ‘Tsumu,” you gasped at another harsh thrust, “I need you, I—I ah…!!!”

You were desperately calling for him to be inside you and shove himself all in so you can finally feel him. Just then, he sheathed himself in you. Your jaws opened in a silent cry of a moan, eyes starting to roll back at how--big and thick-- he is against your walls. Every ridge, every vein was easily recognized. You were so stretched from his sudden intrusion, it slightly burned, but pleasure soon seeped its way in. 

“Y-ya—nghh—tight!!” he panted leaving a trail of reds and violets down your neck.

Then feeling him vigorously drill into you, you look down to see his thick cock pushing in and out of your cunt. One hand holding your hips to help him thrusting into you faster. 

Overwhelmed and wanting to make this more pleasurable, your head slumped down to let you hurriedly thrust your hips back. You could feel his thick head kiss your cervix, your walls won’t let him go; even the muscley rings he had to go through contracted, so each pull-back his head just tugged on it. Every plunge of his sinful hips probed against your sensitive spot, intensifying the flames of your pleasure.

The way you feel him all around you and inside you, his heavy cock twitching with each whimper, he growled against your neck to pinch your nipples harder. Causing you to writhe in oversensitivity. 

You let out a pornographic moan, bouncing off the walls.

 “Nghhh!!! ‘Tsumu—!!! Harder!!!” you were raptured in ecstasy. But you need more.

“Look at you, desperate for my cock like the slut you are,” he murmured.

 Two fingers push past your swollen lips from constant biting and force their way to the back of your throat. Atsumu hummed in satisfaction as you began to hollow your cheeks and suck as if it was his cock in your wet cavern. Throaty moans would come out from the intense thrusting into your cervix and down your throat.

Huffing and groaning at how close you were, Atsumu used both his hands to lift your hips a little higher, now on your toes, to slam into you harder.

 “Shit, y/n, look at yourself,” he huffed, “f-fucking milking my cock…”

 He groaned, “all of t-this,” he pumped upwards, hitting that one spongy, delicate spot, “is mine, shit! nghh—this cunt is mine only.” 

His cock was impaling you with such a force. He was mindlessly jackhammering into your soft, overworked hole. Your juices have long been trickling down your legs. Allowing his cock to easily slide inside faster and harshly.

Two digits made their way to your swollen button. With his thumb he hastily rubbed down with endless figure-eight’s. Atsumu let out a muffled moan at how your pussy clasped around him.

Your cute little hole is so tight and hot. I could just drill in deeper, wanna fuck you harder.

Atsumu loved that look on your face through the mirror. God, he was so thankful he faced you that way, cause now he can see every fucked-out look you had. Each moan, each mewls from stimulation. Your heaving chest against your bouncing breasts from his thrusted looked amazing to him. Because only he can make you like this. Into this mess only thinking about his cock.

“Look at your greedy fucking cunt, look at yourself in the mirror, taking everything I give you,” he growled in your ear as his callous fingers fervently rubbed your clit.

Looking up, set your stomach feverish lust. You could not even keep yourself up, it was your luscious boyfriend pounding you against the sink that kept you from falling. 

It was then Atsumu had this surge of carnal desire, his atrocious thrusting became even more feral. Skin slapping with skin seemed to be louder than your moans and groans. Your mind could only see him, only Atsumu’s body surrounding you, and nothing else. You were so ready to snap, so close to breaking apart, the coil below was agonizingly tight to burst. But you wanted something else too. Needed it.

Using whatever strength you had left, you reached back to tug his sandy-blonde hair to pay attention to your voice, than licking all the violet blossoms on your abused neck.

 “‘T-tsumuuu, please--nghhh…! I n-need your cum baby!!” you moaned without a care how loud. 

 You could feel him smirk against your nape. 

 “Such a dirty slut, do you love my cum inside you that much?” he teased as he slowed down.

“F-fuck!!! Yess ‘Tsumu I fucking lovee your cum…!!” you shouted frustratingly. 

 Hearing those words set aflame in Atsumu, he used both his hands to bruisingly grip you higher and sheathed you down his cock. He reached deeper inside you, his head now continuously rubbing at your cervix. Your walls became even tighter. So his thick shaft and veins were scraping along your wet, fluttering walls each stroke. 

You were a moan mess, eyes shut and mind set on one thing. Your hand was still tugging at the nape of his baby hairs and the other was clawed at his forearm which was used to press down on your swollen, pink clit. 

Shit, I’m there..!! Fuck--I..!

 “‘Tsumuuu!!” you screamed; you were ready and so was he. 

He brought his mouth to your ear, golden eyes now with a sinful glint, his hot breath casting around your ear and neck, “I need you--ngh-- to cum. Now.”

You throw your head to the side of his shoulder, toes curling, and your pussy clenching everything on his cock. Your cunt was milking him for all he got. Your gushing cum didn’t relent. Atsumu couldn’t take it anymore. Everything around him was so tight he barely could move his cock an inch, so hot he needed release.Until he gave in, too. He thrusts himself as deeply as he can, pressing hard against your cervix as you feel thick ropes of hot cum shooting inside of you. He pumped his cum into you, cock twitching as you felt hot gushes of mixed white juices flood your trembling cunt. You were limp but your pussy continued to milk Atsumu who still kept cumming in hot, white ropes inside. 

 His momentum began to slow as his cock was now softening. Both of his strong, sculpted arms support you as you tried to recover. Your head is still in a delirium of what just happened. Atsumu slowly pulled out, a shit-eating grin at his work. Dried cum of yours and his trailed down your legs. And more nectar drips out with your cunt contracting at the emptiness. Before he could shovel them back inside your overly-sensitive pussy, bangs on the bathroom door resonated in the place. 

“Fucking shit Atsumu,” the voice huffed. “We’re ALL fucking leaving without you guys!!”

 Oh my--

...Suna

 Before Suna could leave, he yelled out again, “And you guys better be outta MY bathroom and flat!!”

[its--fandom--darling]

Wrapped Up in You

Pairing: Librarian!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Prompt: ~gently wrapping a scarf around the other with an accidental brushing of the cheek

Rating: E for Everyone

              The library is quiet and cozy. It’s your favorite place to be on campus. You’re not sure if it’s the smell of books or the smell of the café that puts you at such ease there but deep down you don’t care. It’s the perfect place to write your essays and get your homework done in peace away from your rowdy roommate. The fact that the librarian’s assistant was extremely attractive. He was polite and soft spoken when he checked out your books. He was always focused on the process of scanning your books and punching the library cards, just so that it gave you the perfect opportunity to admire him and his beautiful cheekbones and silky hair that looked uber soft. He always keep it up in a bun. You desperately wanted to take it down and run you fingers through it. He had the bluest eyes you’d ever seen hidden behind his gold rimmed glasses. Still his eyes always managed to twinkle in the fluorescent lighting of the library foyer. Boy, did you have it bad for him.

              Today the library is busier than usual, as thanksgiving break is looming and pre vacation deadlines are coming up. Thankfully, your secret spot is free as it’s tucked away in the uppermost floor of the library, behind the boxes of microfiche. You’d found it during the last semester of your sophomore year and it had been a godsend. You got settled into the study nook and pulled out your laptop, determined to finish the first draft of your final paper before you left for the night. The biggest perk of being so hidden is that you were hardly interrupted and that would definitely come in handy during these times. You pull your scarf off and tuck it into the chair and start writing. The time flies as you right, arguing you position as ardently as you can. Your struggling to finish your conclusion when your stomach growls breaking your concentration.

              You take a glance at the clock on your laptop. At 9:30 both the cafeteria and the café in the lobby were closed. You sigh as your stomach rumbles again. You dig through your bag, looking for the protein bar you keep in there for times like these before remembering that you’d eaten it during yesterday’s writing session.

              The soft pat of footsteps approaching catch your attention and you look up to catch your favorite librarian rounding the corner. His faces lights up in surprise when he notices you.

              “oh sorry, I didn’t realize anyone was up here,” he says softly.

You smile at him. “It’s ok, I’m just finishing up here anyways.”

              He shuffles awkwardly. “I was just coming up here to eat, my dinner, I’m finally on break.”

You pull some of your stuff off the far side of the table. “Feel free to sit, I’m hogging the table.”

              “Are you sure?” he asks, pushing his glasses up his nose.

You nod, “yeah, it’s no problem. I was gonna head back to my dorm for food. I got so caught up in my writing that I missed the dining hall.”

              He sits and pulls out a brown sack. “Do you want half of my turkey and swiss?”

You shake your head. “Oh no, I don’t wanna take your food.” You stomach growls loudly, some what resembling a beached whale.

              He smiles, “It sounds like your stomach does, plus I really don’t mind sharing.”

You smile and reach out your hand. “Well thanks, I’m (y/n).”

              He shakes your hand, “Call me Bucky and I know who you are (y/n). You’re like our best customer.” He says pulling out his sandwich and offering you a half.

You take it and smile, before taking a bite. “Can I ask you how you get Bucky from James?” you ask, pointing at his nametag

              “Oh, my middle name is Buchanan and my dad’s name is James so growing up everyone called me Bucky and it just kinda followed me to college.”

You nod as you chew thoughtfully, “It suits you.”

              “You think so?”

You nod again. “This sandwich is really good by the way.”

              He smiles, “Thank you. It’s the bread, my roommate stress bakes.”

You smiles, “Really? Mine is just super loud.”

              He chuckles and pulls out a bag of carrots. He opens the baggie and offers you some.

“Thank you.” You take a couple and crunch on them happily. “So what are you majoring?”

              He swallows his mouthful. “I’m a double major, History and Russian Literature.”

You raises you eyebrows, “Wow, that’s impressive and here I am a lowly English major.”

              He rolls his eyes, “That’s still cool.”

You shrug. “It’s ok.”

              He smiles and finishes his sandwich. You talk until his watch beeps. “oh shit, my breaks over. It was really nice talking to (y/n). Maybe we can do this again sometime?”

              You nod, “I’d really like that.”

You look at your watch and stand, collecting your books and bag. “I should really get going too.”

              “Can I help you carry anything?” he asks, softly.

“Oh, you don’t have to that, Bucky, really I can manage.” You murmur, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

              “Don’t forget your scarf,” he says grabbing it from the floor where it’d fallen. He gently wraps it around you never and brushes his knuckles against your cheek.

Your face heats up and you wet your lips gently. “Thank you.”

              He smiles at you, “You’re welcome. C-Can I walk you out?”

You nod as he slips your bag off your shoulder and puts it on his before slipping his hand in yours. You walk towards the elevators together and ride down in comfortable silence. He walks you to the front door and pauses to give your bag back.

“Thank you for a nice evening, Bucky.” You say, adjusting your backpack.

              “It was my pleasure, doll,” He replies, brushing your hair behind your ear again.

You give him a smile. “I should get going.”

              He nods, “oh yeah, I should get back to work.” He turns towards back towards to desk briefly before turning back to face you and dropping a kiss on your cheek.

              “Meet me in the café tomorrow at noon for lunch, I’m off tomorrow so we can talk as long as we want.” He asks, hopefully.

You nod, eagerly. “Yes, I’d love too but what about work?”

              He smiles at you crookedly, “I’m off tomorrow, so your all day.”

You smile widely. “I’ll you at noon then. Should we exchange numbers?” you ask offering him your phone. He pulls his out and trades with you. You tap your numbers into each other’s phones quickly.

              “Barnes, I need you back behind the counter!” the librarian hisses angrily as Bucky hands your phone back to you.

              “Duty calls, doll, I’ll text you.” He says with a crooked grin.

“Bye, Bucky.” You say, waving to him as he jogs back over to the counter. You push open the door, shivering briefly at the gust of chilly autumn air that greets you. It however, doesn’t damper your mood as you have a date with the cutest librarian on campus tomorrow and your heart had never felt so warm. You can still feel his lips against your cheek and that makes you smile all the way back to your dorm

Tagging: @persephone-is-here-omg​ @salimahbicharara-comun​ @angryschnauzer​ @soldatsaleannan​ @yourgoldenhell​

[ye-bloodeh-liar]

I just finished AC Valhalla – A résumé.

I finished the "main story" of Assassin's Creed Valhalla. These are some thoughts of mine. (This was saved in my drafts for two weeks or so. But my stance hasn't altered. Actually, I'm even angrier now.)

Disclaimer: This obviously contains some spoilers here and there. You've been warned, but tbh, who even cares about the story at this point. Also, I know I don't have many followers, and I suspect none of the few that will come across this post will actually be interested in it. That said, if you like reading people's rants about things, regardless of your interest in video games, this might be something for you. I just needed to get this out of my system somewhere. This is a rant (well, vent? I'm venting, I guess) written as it came to my mind. There's no real structure, I think. Sorry for that in advance.

After Origins, which I thoroughly enjoyed and actually played again between Odyssey and Valhalla, and Odyssey, which's name was perfectly fitting since it felt like a fucking odyssey to grind through, I hoped, actually, I was convinced, Valhalla would right Odyssey's wrongs. You see, Odyssey had one big problem for me: It did none of the things that made and still make me love Origins. In short: The world was massive, but felt copied and pasted, uninteresting to explore and lifeless. Basically, it was a lot of green sprinkled with some olive branches. A lot of the times the only way to know roughly where I am was pulling up the map because based on my surroundings, I could've been anywhere. Compared to the intriguing world of Origins, where you always knew in which area of the map you currently were, this was a shitshow. I mean, just walking through the desert in Origins had more atmosphere than the whole city of Athens (the main fucking city) could ever muster up. (Oh, remember the times of AC Brotherhood, where Rome actually felt like a city even though it wasn't actually humongous like the new games are? Or how atmospheric the whole of AC II was? I mean, Venice? Hello? M a s t e r p i e c e) But I can overlook that. The combat didn't feel heavy, or to put it better, "impactful" like it did in Origins, but more like poking the enemies to their deaths with something that made sword-y sounds. But I can overlook that. The loot system improved a bit, in the sense of giving the option to modify your loot and being able to combine different armor pieces, however, Origins outfit-system was more up my alley. But I can overlook that. Funnily enough, compared to its predecessor, Odyssey looked worse. In Origins the fabric of your outfit look like actual fabric and, I can't stress this enough, waved in the wind. In Odyssey everything felt more static and somehow "fake". But I can overlook that. To me, Origins' story was masterfully done. Personally, I'd say, that this is the closest we've ever gotten to the Ezio-Trilogy. The voice acting was top notch. Bayek was a great character, and the side characters like Aya/Amunet were equally intriguing. I still remember the first time I saw the first confession cutscene after killing Medunamun. It gave me shivers and goosebumps and got me excited for what was about to come. What I want to say with this, is that Origins made me care; care about its characters, care about their backstory and motives, care about the world, etc. After I had finished the DLC The Hidden Ones I felt like I had actually witnessed the igniting spark of something epic, namely the Assassin Brotherhood, in such a chilling way, even though they basically were just chillin' in a cave. Because that's what character building gives you: payoffs. Well, Odyssey did none of that. All it did made me care about was to get all the loot, because that's what my mind always goes for in any game (I'm that kind of stupid ape). I didn't care about what would happen in the end – I just wanted to get there. I wanted to know how the story would end, but in whichever way it would, I knew I wouldn't care for it in the sense of being disappointed or yearning for a different outcome for the character I was so invested in, because, as I said, nothing got me invested in the character(s) in the first place. That's what bugged me the most about Odyssey. Not the flimsy feeling combat, not the husk of a world I found myself in, not the downgrade in design and animation, etc., but the lack of care it invoked.

Now, when Valhalla was originally announced, I was excited as I could be for a video game. Ubisoft was clearly aware of their mistakes with Odyssey and tried to show that they're willing to listen to their fanbase. A world where every area has its own identity? Sounds great. Heavy combat? Hell yeah. Gear and loot that actually matters and is special (unlike in Odyssey where after a few hours of playing you find yourself carrying the same fucking bow 25 times)? Oh my. Choices not for the sake of choices, but story? Yes please. I mean, if you have to implement choices. Even though choices don't really make sense in Assassin's Creed, but that's another topic.

Well, did it deliver (for me)? No. And to be completely honest, I prefer Odyssey, even as the grindfest that it is, over Valhalla, and me replaying Odyssey seems a lot more likely to me, than going through all of Valhalla again. I'm not going to list all of the points mentioned above again in full detail: The world is a bit more intriguing than Greece, but a shadow of what Egypt was. The combat feels heavy, yet every weapon looks too big (????) and it still feels a bit off. My biggest grudge of the minor points is actually the look/the graphics: How on earth does Valhalla manage to look less real than Origins? The fur and pelts on the armor, every piece of cloth, i mean just e v e r y t h i n g looks somewhat plasticy (at loss for a better word here; just compare Origins' outfits in motion to Valhalla's) Anyway, let's get to the real problem here, because all boils down to the point I've mentioned before: Invoking care.

This became very apparent to me after forging the fourth (?; was it the fourth? They all blur together. That's how e n t i c i n g they are. Great.) alliance or so. I didn't give a single fuck about the characters in those arcs. It was very clear that they'd be soon replaced by other characters in the next alliance's arc, which I probably wouldn't care for either, especially, since they all felt somewhat the same: empty. Alliances felt like checklists to do. Even Wincestre, which had an interesting beginning, somehow managed to loose all of its "darkness" after the first two quests. But I could overlook the dreary sidequest-like alliance arcs, if they served the main storyline in some way or form. Now you might ask, what main storyline? E x a c t l y. Looking back, there is none. At least not really. And there where a lot of times playing the game where I found myself wondering, if this alliance-arc-thing I was currently dragging myself through was in fact meant to be the actual story. But it shouldn't be. Was it? I have no fucking clue. My conclusion on what Valhalla's main overarching story is, is what follows:

Eivor's parents got killed when he was a child (never seen before lol), got adopted, and is now part of the Raven clan with his "brother" Sigurd//Sigurd comes home from some raid with the Assassins Basim and Hytham//(Eivor gets the Hidden Blade; I mean, this is an Assassin's Creed game. Big moment. Done in 2 seconds.)//Sigurd and Eivor aren't happy with the new King of Norway.//Sigurd and Eivor fuck off to England (with Basim and Hytham) to set camp there.//Eivor starts to forge alliances throughout England to make his clan's hold on England stronger.// Sigurd and Basim do their own thing.//Eivor meets Sigurd and Basim two or three times throughout his alliance forging.//Basim seems a bit off.//Sigurd says that he was told (by Basim?) that he is a descendant of the gods.// Sigurd wants to "pursue his destiny"// (sidenote: the last few things are all within one (!) short cutscene in a small house. d e v e l o p m e n t.)//Sigurd gets captured and tortured and loses his hand.//Eivor rescues Sigurd.// Sigurd is back in the settlement.//Sigurd distrusts Eivor because Eivor doesn't believe Sigurd and Sigurd thinks Eivor wants to take his title as the jarl (jarls are the bosses of settlements).// And then the end sequence hits. This is where I want to go into somewhat detail again. We go from Sigurd distrusts Eivor to "Eivor, I don't wanna be the boss of the town, so I don't hold a grudge anymore, let's go back to Norway and I'll show you I was right all along" like it's nothing. It's literally just that: You walk up to Sigurd, he says this (more or less) and you sail away. Again: development is taken very seriously in this game. Honestly, at this point I didn't even know that this was going to trigger the ending. My genuine thoughts were "Oh my, finally, after all this grinding, the story is going to start." when in reality of course, ironically, it was going to end. Absolute belter. So you sail to Norway with Sigurd, which takes fucking forever, because OF COURSE you have to sail (for everyone who didn't play the game, yes, sail, that means looking at a viking longship while occasionally moving the stick slightly to change its directions slightly) to your original settlement in Norway, for what feels like far too long, only to say Hi to your dad. Fucking lost it. I thought we were going to assassinate the King? Nah bruv let's just have some quick family talk instead. Some action? Nah. Just get back to the longship. A N D S T A R T S A I L I N G A G A I N. Where? Just around the curve of our settlement in Norway. Yes, they pulled the old trick of the ending is literally just right around the corner of your starting position hehe. Absolute belter. Is this to make it seem like something is about to happen? The calm before the storm? It doesn't work like that. Well, then you actually sail through a storm (lol), which doesn't matter, because Sigurd just says "Let's keep going" and, well, you keep going. Also, to this point the weather conditions have never affected neither Eivors health, nor the ship in any way whatsoever, so why should I be impacted by a storm now? Like, it's a nice thing for atmosphere, but at least make the ship harder to steer or something. Then you walk up a mountain. Funnily enough Sigurd walks in manner that shows that the walk against the storm isn't easy, whereas you, hah, you can just yeet yourself up that mountain like nothing. I could sprint up there. Fucking sprint. Anyway, Eivor and Sigurd enter the Isu temple, because of course, we had to throw an Isu temple in there, I mean, i t ' s A s s a s s i n ' s C r e e d. Was it hinted at before in the story? Not really. Were we chasing or searchig for it? Nah, better get that next alliance going. It just suddenly was. Again: development. So we walk to the main platform of the temple and activate the machine and bam we're in Valhalla (because at some point Ubisoft realised that maybe they should include what is literally in the name of the game). Again, were we looking for Valhalla? Like not in the sense that every viking was, but more in the sense

of was it the main objective of the game? Did Eivor look for a way to Valhalla? Was there anything that led us here other than Sigurd having had a few dreams (that only got mentioned, like, twice?) and being influenced into thinking he was a demigod or something? Nope, Eivor was looking for that next alliance to forge. So, Eivor realises that his experience of Valhalla is fake and he wants to get out. But fake-Odin doesn't want to let him go. In a really weird cutscene (jump to 6:30), Eivor eventually escapes Odin and enters a door with his settlement-family (look, I'm all here for metaphors, but this, this is just utter rubbish. It just doesn't make sense, and there is no payoff whatsoever). Odin actually had a build-up of some sort. In every assassination sequence he's there and talks with Eivor. I actually thought there would be some cool payoff/ending/reveal here. But nah, this ain't it chief. Yet somehow, until here, I had hope. I thought maybe now, building on all this confusion, there's gonna be a relatively good ending. Something enticing. Something that made everything somewhat worthwile. And Ubisoft went: Lol nah. So, you're out of the Isu machine again (for all the non-AC-peoples here: basically like the matrix. Eivor gets hooked up to the machine and experiences alternate reality: Valhalla), and Basim is there. What a twist. The guy that showed up like three times and went from friendly in the first time to super suspicious (like glaring-in-your-face-suspicious) in the two-or-so other major cutscenes he was in, has now been revealed as the enemy. Congrats to that. What a twist. The thing is, and this bothers me a lot actually, it could have been anyone there. It didn't need to be Basim. It wouldn't have felt out of place if it wasn't him. Why? Because Ubisoft failed terribly at making you connect to any character and at building any actual story (or character). It could have been Gunnar, the friendly black-smith in our settlement, and it would have been as fitting as Basim. Then Basim says that this is "for his son". Ah yes, the lost son of Basim, which was mentioned once. Right. Eivor defeats Basim by hooking him up on the Isu machine and gets back to the settlement with Sigurd (in my ending at least. There seems to be a possible ending in which Sigurd doesn't come back.) Cut to the modern day, where Layla now knows the coordinates of the Isu temple, goes there, hooks herself up to the machine, becomes the overseer of time with the other overseer of time which already was hanging out there (I mean yeah, great idea, terrible execution. Build it up, then you can have a payoff. This was just straight outta nowhere, and who cared about Layla anyway.) Anyway, meanwhile Basim, who was still hanging on that machine a fuck ton of years later, pops off, and is now living in the modern day. The idea here is, that we lost the hero (Layla) which caused the (just established) vilain (Basim) to do his fuckery in the modern day. But why should I care? Basim was basically nonexistent in the basically nonexistent story and suddendly I should feel sad or shocked, because he's in the modern day? Is this supposed to be intriguing? And yeah, Layla is "gone". Layla, who had no character building over three fucking games. Why should i be bothered? Why should I care about anything that just happened? Remember when a side character (Lucy) died in AC Brotherhood? That was intriguing. Why? Because they built her as a character we (Desmond) trusted, even though it was in the modern day (which no one really cares about in AC). And this is why Valhalla broke me and Odyssey didn't. Valhalla failed to make me care on a much deeper level. It's just a lot of nothingness. Empty characters in a nonexistent story. And by nonexistent, I mean non-built at all. When I play the game now, I have no actual reason, and throughout the game never actually had any actual reason, to continue. It was a chore. I didn't bother if after three hours of grind I would eventually get a mini-snippet of a husk of a story, and neither do I care now. Everything in

this game is so devoid of sparking curiosity and screams of lacklusterness to the point where I don't even know what I have actually expierenced. For fuck's sake Ubisoft, make me care again. At least once in 40 hours.

May I sum up Valhalla's "story" and content in the glorious words of Catherine Tate: Am I bovvered? The answer, sadly, is a holistic no.

[jamieaiken919]

Since Fall and Halloween are coming up, how would the Primis and Ultimis crews spend their days with you/other people? Also, how would they spend Halloween?

I FUCKIN FOUND IT

holy ass tumblr why did you throw this all the way MONTHS back into my drafts jfc

BUT A N Y W A Y I KNOW IM LATE BUT THIS WAS A CHALLENGE AND A HALF TO FIND I’M SORRY. I had wanted to save this for Halloween because I figured it would make the most sense to post it on the actual day, but apparently tumblr had other plans lol. But despite the fact that it’s now after the day I’m still gonna make this the best goddamn fall post for the bois!! SO without further ado, I present to you all another edition of...

THOUGHT FROM A THOT

And! Since you specified in your question how they would spend their days with me or others, I’m going to put this within the context of my modern AU! Also, these can be applied to either Ultimis or Primis, whoever fits your fancy! Also a disclaimer- I apologize if this isn’t exactly up to par with some of the other things I’ve written. I’ve kind of been all over the place mentally lately, so this might wander and get kind of incoherent😣

So, let’s start with Fall first. The boys probably have varied experiences with fall, given the vast differences in where they all grew up, but I think they all generally have good feelings about it-

Edward in particular has the best memories about fall- it’s been his favorite since he was a child, since before he lost his family. He has memories of being with his father and sister, picking apples and bringing them home for his mother to bake with. He remembers his childhood home smelling like cinnamon, and the way the leaves would fall and cover his backyard. They’re some of the few positive memories from his childhood he has left, and he holds on to them tightly.

Tank has always liked the fall as well, though he doesn’t have the level of connection to it that Edward has. He’s always liked watching the leaves change colors, and he enjoys taking walks in the cool autumn air. He finds it peaceful, and given everything they’ve had to deal with, he’s always up for finding some peace in his life.

Takeo doesn’t mind the fall, but he wouldn’t call it his favorite either. He’s more a fan of spring, when he can watch things come back to life. I think he would view it similarly to the way Tank does, enjoying the simple serenity of the changing season.

Nikolai isn’t as much a fan as the others. Given that Russian winters can be absolutely brutal, he sees autumn as the signal that things are going to get very cold, very fast. And while he can handle the cold, it’s the feeling of desolation that the Russian winters bring with them that he’s not too fond of.

NOW. Once these bois are away from all the bullshit they’ve been dealing with, I think they can really start to enjoy the season. In the context of my modern AU, I’m someone who likes to go all out when it comes to decorating for the seasons, and I think that just the process of that would help to ground them into their new reality. They have a home, they have someone who cares for them, and they’re finally able to have the normalcy that they thought they had lost. I think Takeo would take the most enjoyment out of decorating- he’s someone who’s obviously very meticulous and disciplined, and I think he would find a calmness in making the house look as cozy as possible. Tank loves it because it means he can watch football! Imagine the fear the rest of the guys have when they watch Tank and I observing a Packers game, lmao. Nikolai takes to cooking, because it’s something he knows he’s good at for the cold months ahead. He’s used to having to stretch and save his food, and he’s still not accustomed to being able to have pretty much anything at his disposal whenever he needs it. The freezer will be stocked for MONTHS. Edward... has the most adjustments to make. He remembers his family, he has his memories, but he doesn’t know how to reconcile the memories with his new reality. He’s still very unsure of the world he finds himself in, and he leans on me and the rest of the guys to be his support when things overwhelm him. Overall though, I think once he allowed himself to adjust, he would start to feel that same joy and peace he felt as a child.

AND NOW ONTO S P O O K I E S

I gotta start with costumes. I HAVE TO.

Edward, of course, would be a doctor. Not only does it allow him to get back into some level of familiarity, but it also doubles as a costume! WIN WIN BABY. If we’re talking ultimis, I imagine he’d probably go with more of a blood spattered appearance, whereas primis would stick to just his plain doctor’s coat. And of course, I have to select a sexy nurse’s costume to compliment his choice.😏

Tank I could see being a Rambo type of character. He’s a soldier, and in his mind it just makes the most sense. He gets to play up the character! Plus as a marine, he could dress up as any other sector of the armed forces and call it his “scariest costume ever”, lmao.

Nikolai is a bear. Full stop. He just wears a bear kigurumi and calls it a day lol.

Takeo... for some reason, is one I can’t see actually dressing up for Halloween. I see him as the one who hands out candy to the kids who come to the door, making sure they all get at least two pieces each. But he always manages to sneak each kid some extra, which means we run out way faster than anticipated and I have to make an emergency run for candy in the middle of the day lol. If we did manage to rope Takeo into dressing up, it would probably have to be something simple. Maybe we throw him in a different kigurumi? Doggo, perhaps?

GOD MY BRAIN IS RUNNING ON EMPTY AND THIS IS GETTING LONG SO I’M GONNA END IT HERE

I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKED THIS ANON I HOPE IT WAS GOOD

[neoatiny]

정 윤호 | Ateez Yunho (pirate!au) | Ateez Headcannon

“My compass is your whispering. Even if you go back a long time, please stay by my side.” -Ateez, Mist

The Sailing Master of the Horizon

The dude is LouD

I mean LouD as in you-can-never-not-hear-this-guy-talking kind of LouD

You can always hear him happily chatting with however is near him

He spends most of his time in the captain’s quarters helping Hongjoong build maps

When he does leave the quarters, everyone is happy to see him

He’s always cracking jokes

Would have been such a chaotic duo with Wooyoung if he just s t o p p e d stealing his things

He can’t find his parchment? Probably hidden in between the kitchen plates

He can’t find his telescope? Probably dangling over the bulwarks by a piece of rope tied to the railing

And when he can’t find his compass that’s he’s said countless of times before is irreplaceable? Probably wedged in between some broken planks on the deck

Isn’t really one to hold a grudge so Wooyoung never listens and continues to steal his things

Is the most wonderful artist the captain’s ever met

The whole crew has ever met let’s be honest

He can draw maps, buildings, caricatures

You name it, he can draw it

Takes requests when he’s off-duty and Mingi holds his drawing close to his heart (he won’t admit it no matter how many times Yunho teases him about it)

San and him get along well because “he actually understands the importance in learning the names of various plants”

Yunho is shut-lipped when he gets injured because he feels it’ll be a problem to others

When he got his first injury on the Horizon, it took weeks for his limp to heal and Seonghwa was the one to find him hiding in the storage room, messily rewrapping bandages he stole from the medbay around his leg

It was the first and last time he saw Yunho cry

Captain told everyone to keep an eye on him discreetly, but Yunho knows

He’s a smart guy, after all

Restlessly proves that he’s useful to the crew because he’s scared of being left behind

“Captain, if we continue to head in this direction, we’ll bump into an Honor Guard ship in four hours or so”

“Yes, Yunho. I know.”

“…Oh” :(

Was a very cheerful kid back in his hometown, Caligo

Loved to help the townspeople (carry milk bottles, carry out flyers, find missing cats, etc)

Everybody loved him, but it was also because his father was part of the town council so they needed to respect his son

Didn’t have a lot of friends even though he played a lot with the street kids

They always asked him for money saying that he “Had loads more at home, so why not give some of it to us?”

Yunho thought he was doing a good deed at the time, always following others to make them happy

Had loved exploration since he could remember

His father was an exploration enthusist himself so Yunho always played with his father’s telescopes and cartography kit

Made a really descriptive map of the town when he was 9, marking where everyone lived and worked

Drew them himself and was praised by his father for it, gifting him his silver compass that he used to travel with when he was younger

His mother was also proud, but slightly disturbed on his amount of research into the town

During the Nox War, general soldier recruitment happened and most of the men in town got drafted to fight

During those times, his father became more snappy and more unloving towards him

Whenever that happened, his mother would take him to the garden to comfort him

“Do you want to play a game, Yunho?”

immediately would stop crying and they’d make little maps of make-believe islands with his mini cartography kit

Yunho always won, of course

They’d post them on the garden’s walls and they would take care of the flowers

Yunho pretty much knows every single type of flower and their meaning

When he was 11 years old, his father went POOF and disappeared for over a month without any word

His father got replaced by someone else on the town counsel and that man did e v e r y t h i n g to badmouth his father

“He left without a word! Do you want someone who leaves the town while they’re in need?”

When his father eventually came back, he constantly ignored him, muttering about sea thieves

Yunho would later come to learn in one of his father’s dusty books that it was another term for pirates

His parents would fight in his father’s study and he’d cry while listening in through the door

“You can’t just come back without saying anything, Kyungho! Our neighbours are badmouthing us! Our son believes you don’t even love him anymore!”

“He isn’t important! He isn’t important right now, Yunha! The Honor Guard, Yunha. Somebody lied and said that we helped a band of pirates. They’re going to come for us and you want to worry about people judging you? You want to worry about him?”

He isn’t important. Those words would be a constant reminder as he grew up

He felt alone and it didn’t help that he no one in the town would talk to him anymore because of the new council member

Yunho has this scar on his right hand after someone threw literal glAss at him

“You and your family aren’t welcome! Your father abandoned us!”

The house seemed to grow emptier and emptier as days went by

One late night, his mother had brought him to the garden after he heard loud noises from downstairs

“Mo-Mother? What’s happening? Where’s father?”

“Let’s play a game, Yunho.”

And being the obedient son that he was he agreed

“I want you to stand very still, okay? Don’t move because…because then you won’t be able to see the surprise your father and I planned for you.”

He should have known something was up when he saw her mother not dressed in her nightgown

She disappeared and all that kept him company were the chirping crickets

"The stars looks so nice tonight.”

Some time passed and she still hasn’t come back

And she never did

His mother had abandoned him in the garden and tried to run away and officials found her in the outskirts of town by a dingy boat

On the same night, his father and mother were hanged in the gallows for aiding in piracy (false charges but nobody knew that)

He was taken away the next day, never seeing the garden ever again

Stayed in the town orphanage which obviously did not have enough space to accommodate all the kids inside

Spent sleepless nights wondering why she did what she did

maybe she did it since she knew he wouldn’t get hanged and maybe she did it for his safety and it wouldn’t have been the best for him, but it messed with him for y e a r s

Especially since the older boys in the orphanage would not let him forget

“If you were important, your mother wouldn’t have left you to rot in that stupid garden.“

He hated the town and he hated everyone so the moment he saw a flyer (‘Looking for a Navigator’) for a local merchant ship he was OUTTA THERE

Had only a small bag of money and his father’s compass around his neck before he left 

Spent only six months on the ship before they got raided by pirates (you know who)

The captain was absolutely fascinated by the maps

"Who drew these?”

“I did.”

Don’t blame Yunho for speaking up he was just afraid he was going to die if nobody spoke up so give him a break

“You’re an amazing artist.”

That was the day he joined the Horizon, the Pirate King’s ship

“Mingi! How would you feel about not having to navigate anymore?”

He had joined during the early years of the Horizon and it took the captain almost a year to actually learn anything personal about him (oof)

Said yes to the captain’s proposal since he was still a bit (very) terrified of him

Didn’t really believe the pirate life was for him, but he accepted it fully

He’s a very big reason why the Horizon is more merciful with the people they encounter on sea

He’s glad he met the captain and swears he’ll have his back no matter what

He finally had a family and he wasn’t just going to go and leave them like his did

:’)

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Captain, take care of him, please-

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1 out of 8 headcannons finished

[scaredandbored]

androids cannot act without premeditation

this ones for @datalaur , i hope it’s ok! it will be ooc, as i’ve only done one story with characters that aren’t mine before, but i did try! doing it as a data-centric one was a bit of a mistake, he’s v e r y difficult for an emotional wreck like me to get right lmao. i’m so sorry it took so long, i really am. not only did i have difficulty with the characterisation of data, i also decided to try and make it a small collection of shorts that tied up nicely at the end, which took me waaaay longer than i anticipated, i’m sorry! i hope it’s ok (it’s also a little rushed at the end because i was working on it for ages but nothing seemed right and i just wanted to get it done aaaaaa i’m sorry)

word count : 2’292 (and a whole lot of errors because the final draft was done on my ipad at two thirty am i’m so sorry lmao)

i) when he “short-circuited” (not literally)

It was a routine check on a peaceful outpost, there was no need for Data to accompany the away team while he still had responsibilities aboard the ship, and when he had voiced this opinion to Riker, the first officer had agreed. Geordie had rested his hand briefly on Data’s shoulder as he gave his hurried goodbye before dashing off to transporter room 3 with Riker, Barclay, and an engineer from the outpost that had beamed aboard to explain the situation on the ground. Data was surprised when the loss of the heat from Geordie’s hand sent a slight chill through his system, the same way it did when the environmental controls in his quarters malfunctioned.

Shaking his head lightly, he ran a quick diagnostic on himself while he made his way to Engineering, a diagnostic that came up clear, which was puzzling. Data made a note to discuss the irregularity in his thermal controls upon Geordie’s return to the Enterprise. While monitoring the repairs being made to the dilithium chamber from the last skirmish the ship had engaged in, Data began to plan an evening meal with Geordie. Knowing his friend would likely be tired from an extended shift away with no access to his painkilling hyposprays, a low light intensity level was absolutely necessary, especially since Geordie seemed reluctant to remove his VISOR in the presence of his friends, including Data, for reasons the android could not fathom. Of course, Data would have to retrieve Geordie’s hyposprays from his quarters if the meal as to commence immediately after Geordie’s work planetside was complete, and if he would not take off the VISOR, perhaps some of his preferred scented oils would alleviate some of the tension headaches he preferred not to discuss, again, even with Data, once more for reasons unbeknown to Data.

The repairs were running smoothly enough for Data to feel secure in leaving them to run unattended while he carried out some basic structural repairs in the Jefferies Tubes, when the captain’s voice came barking out of his comm badge.

“Commander Data to the bridge, immediately.”

“Acknowledged, captain. I am on my way.”

As he made his way briskly down the corridor to the turbolift that would take him to the bridge, Data ran a list of the most statistically likely scenarios that would require his presence on the bridge. It would, of course, depend hugely on wether the captain required him at the navigation console or the science console, but based on the fact they were not due to leave orbit for another few days, Data concluded the scenarios requiring he be monitoring the various scans and probes while making various calculations (most probably pertaining to time restrictions enforced by a radioactive leak or electromagnetic flux of some sort) were most probable.

What he was not expecting, was to be completely blindsided by the tense order from Captain Picard, delivered without the man turning away from the view screen.

“Mr.Data, I need you to send a probe to scan for any signs of life on the outpost.”

It took Data a few seconds to process the order as his neural processors struggled with the implications of it.

He terminated the program which formulated various potential outcomes of his actions on the bridge, along with the one that had kicked in long before his motor functions had responded to the captain’s order, the one that was calculating the likelihood of Geordie’s survival.

While launching the probes, Data took a careful look at the sensor logs which detailed what had befallen the away team.

The details of the collapse of the cavernous system that made up the outpost.

The cave-in which had trapped Geordie and hidden him from the ships sensors, hidden his vital sign from the crew.

The earthquake that had made it impossible for Data to ascertain whether or not his best friend was alive.

It did not occur to Data until the away team was beamed back to the enterprise unscathed that he hadn’t spared a thought for Riker or Barclay, both men he would have considered to be his friends also. An intriguing matter, one Data wanted to look into before bringing it up with Geordie.

ii) when he acted without thinking (more than once)

Data had extensive experience in the science field, so when the majority of the science department were beamed planetside by a species of unknown intentions, it only made sense that Data be assigned to the ecological research team that were to beam down and learn all they could about the planet while a smaller away team attempted to retrieve the science department. Data could not see why Geordie insisted on beaming down, as he had neither experience with ecological research nor extensive search and rescue training, but Geordie insisted nonetheless.

Data’s memory banks suddenly assaulted him with images of Geordie in sick bay, in various states of physical and mental stability after away missions gone wrong while Data had been unable to assist him. Before he could stop himself, he found himself making a proposal for Geordie to join the research team, highlighting the importance of having someone well versed in physics while exploring the surface of the planet so that variables such as atmospheric pressure and wind patterns may be accounted for as much as possible while making notes on the planet’s ecology.

His lengthy explanation was cut off by the familiar pressure and warmth of Geordie’s hand patting his shoulder before settling just at the junction between his shoulder and neck, the warmth from the palm of his hand seeping into his circuitry and spreading a pleasant sensation throughout his body. “I’ll join your team, Data, no need to try and convince me.” His friend’s smile jolted another wave of warmth round his circuits, and while Geordie listened to Commander Riker’s plan for the retrieval of the scientists, Data ran another diagnostic on his thermal regulators, and one on his memory recall systems, only for them to show no signs of malfunction. “Hey, where are you, Data?” Geordie’s voice snapped him out of his reverie, wherein he had just begun to compare his responses to stimuli provided by Geordie to stimuli from his other friends, theorising perhaps it was the nature of his relationship with the chief engineer that was the cause of these flushes.

“I am in the briefing room, along with the rest of the crew who are due to be transported planetside.” Was his response to Geordie’s inquiry, but his friend’s bemused smile and good-natured laugh told Data the question had not been literal long before Geordie mentioned it being another one of those ‘figures of speech’ Data just couldn’t seem to get the hang of. He made a mental note to ask Geordie to assist him in further research into the use of such colloquialisms.

Geordie had removed his hand while they made their way to the transporters, resulting in a chill running through his sensory systems. Data filed the sensation away to run in comparison to his responses to similar withdrawals of stimuli from his other friends. 

O’Brien engaged in some tense small talk with the two away teams, reminding them they would need their tricorders operating at full capacity in order to boost their signals in the event of an abduction similar to the science crew’s. 

Data acknowledged O’Brien’s cautions with a fractional incline of his head, fiddling with a tricorder he, oddly, couldn’t remember picking up.

“Hey, Data, I know how to calibrate my own tricorder.” Geordie did not look angry; if Data had to guess, he would’ve said the look on Geordie’s face was amusement. Data blinked once, then looked down at his own tricorder, hanging from his hip. Looking back at the tricorder in his hands, he began to run yet another diagnostic on his memory banks.

“My apologies, Geordie.” He handed back the tricorder, a slight frown tugging at his mouth. “I...” He paused for a moment, paying particularly close attention to the result of his internal scan. All clear. “I did not think before acting.”

Geordie shook his head, but his smile never faltered. “That’s not like you, Data.” He clapped his friend’s upper arm briefly before hopping onto the transporter pad. “Thanks anyway.” His smile widened before he nodded at O’Brien and was beamed down.

Data decided he would have Geordie take an objective look at his circuitry later that evening.

iii) when he risked violating the prime directive

It had been two hours since the entrance to the cave had collapsed, trapping Geordie inside, alone. He had lost all communications with the rest of the away team, the Enterprise’s scanners were unable to penetrate the strange, rock-like substance the surface of the planet seemed to be covered in. 

Data and the rest of the small away team had been in disguise as the native species while they attempted to take some samples of the very rock that had condemned Geordie to his confinement. Data had attempted to convey the situation to the nearest village, but was unsuccessful, considering they had not yet developed an effective means of communication, making it impossible for Data to secure their assistance.

He had initially disregarded the option of using his phaser to burn a hole in through the dirt surrounding the cave-in to prevent further danger to Geordie as it would risk violating the prime directive. He had established almost immediately prior to his first encounter with Geordie that under no circumstances could he die while Data had the capability to prevent that outcome. Data’s neural pathways lit up with a continuous, almost painful feedback loop as he was confronted with this paradox.

The prime directive must not be violated. To rescue Geordie, one must violate the prime directive. Geordie must be saved.

He had not noticed Riker taking his phaser from his hand, he had not noticed him giving an order for transport, he had not yet worked his way through the paradox.

He could just about make out the transporter room fizzling into his view before the pain pulsed through his entire body before he shut down, unable to solve the problem.

....

When he was reactivated, Data felt the familiar warm sensation throughout his entire mainframe a few milliseconds before he registered Geordie’s hands frantically darting around his head, where he could tell his access terminals were wide open and under intense scrutiny by his friend. “I seem to have returned to an operable state, Geordie. How long were was it before the Enterprise could retrieve you?”

“Data!” Geordie’s exclamation of his name should have left Data confused as to why his friend had not answered his question, but instead, the relief he could hear in Geordie’s voice was... almost comforting. The thought puzzled Data. How could he be comforted if he had experienced no upset?

Mirroring Geordie’s hand on his shoulder, Data accidentally applied more pressure than anticipated on the engineer’s shoulder, and before he knew it, the android found himself completely engulfed by Geordie, his system flushed almost scalding hot, and his arms moved up to press Geordie closer, closer, until his friend started to mutter something about not being able to breathe properly. Data attempted to relinquish his hold on Geordie entirely, but Geordie kept his arms firmly around him as he sighed, “We thought we’d lost you, Data.”

“And I thought I had lost you, Geordie.” Data frowned. He had, once again, acted without thought. He had meant the words, but he had not processed them before delivering them. “Geordie, I have been experiencing-“

When Geordie drew back from their embrace, frowning and reaching for his scanner, a constant stream of questions for Data regarding his recent malfunctions, Data felt... bereft. Cold. The lack of contact with Geordie had returned his systems to their usual, less comforting temperature, and the worry in Geordie’s posture and words had chilled Data. It made sense, therefore, to initiate further contact with the human.

Data wrapped his arms around Geordie, clutching his hands together just below his diaphragm, and rested his chin on his shoulder, watching closely as the engineer’s hands fumbled with the familiar scanner before coming to a halt. “Data?” Geordie sounded even more tense, which did not make sense. The lack of physical contact between Data and Geordie had seemed to distress them both, particularly in this encounter, and Data had thought that by initiating a more intimate contact would result in a positive reaction from both of them.

He decided to make one suggestion before he withdrew completely, worried if he removed contact with Geordie without warning it might upset the human further. “Geordie, would you consent to being kissed by me?”

When his question was met by silence, Data moved to extract himself from Geordie’s quarters, but the well-known sense of warmth flooded him as Geordie grabbed him by the crook of his elbow and applied pressure intended to turn Data around to face him. He complied.

When Geordie’s lips connected with his, the sensations were something similar yet different to that provided by the other forms of contact they had experienced together.

And unlike his recent Geordie-related-malfunctions, Data found himself perfectly within his faculties, able to position his hands with purpose- one at the base of the back of Geordie’s neck in order to hold him close, and one runnng up and down his arm, which seemed to cause Geordie to relax into him. The warm sensations from Geordie’s much more mobile hands complimented the fizzing sensation caused from the new calculations Data had begun: formulating the ideal combined angles of their heads, how much force to use when backing Geordie against the wall in order to better maximise their contact...

Geordie was just glad he had brought Data back to his quarters for repairs instead of Engineering.

[onceuponaloonatic]

i was bored so i went though my old drafts from 1-2 years ago that i literally forgot existed and i thought i would post the highlights 🤷‍♀️ if you want to read any of them dm me !! but none of them have endings so you will be v e r y dissatisfied... there was a point that anytime i had an idea i would go write a 2,000-4,000 word draft and then forget about it lol so that’s where a lot of these come from i just figured i would share to see if any of them interested you guys 🤷‍♀️

one time i wrote a 3mix draft where all the other members were their adopted kids

i found this one jeongmo fic (i did not know i had ever even written for them?? but apparently i did) where jeongyeon and momo are married with kids and one night momo gets in an accident and is in a coma

there’s this one michaeng fic i found (i also did not know i had ever written for them lol) where mina is a single mom to sana, whom she adopted on a complete whim. both of them have a lot of mental issues they are working through but they have each other. chaeyoung is sana’s teacher and her and mina kind of hit it off 👀👀

i think i may pick this one back up or recycle the idea for a different ship (i do this a lot lol) so basically it’s a mimo fic where momo is mina’s second wife, her first one being jihyo. mina and jihyo had a divorce a while before the fic stayed, but they had two kids before they got divorced. the kids absolutely hate momo and the mimo child that’s born not long after their marriage. mina can’t see them as anything but her little angels but when she’s not there they do not like momo or her daughter...

this is a super short thing but it was a 3mix thing where they are their own group and they are a bit older and they adopted a kid late into their idols carrers and they basically just take her everywhere

i found this one 2na fic where sana is a struggling student (now you guys can see where struggling student sana was born... with this draft from 2018 that never got finished or published) and one day she finds a lost child, and when she tries to bring her to her mom she ends up running into the richest woman in asia, myoui mina, who just happens to have an open position for her screatary

this one was super unfinished but it was a saidahmo fic where they finally get approved to adopt a child and when they go to the foster home to meet with some of the kids they find two girls who absolutely refuse to be separated and who are clearly treated terribly, having stuffed lots of ab*se in their past, even though they only meant to adopt one kid they end up getting both of them

the origin of the 2na queens au is a satzu fic i wrote in 2018, though they are kinda different (read very different) but a lot of the original framework was created in that draft 🤷‍♀️

this one is s u p e r d a r k but it’s about nayeon being samo’s older sister in their broken household, also she’s dating jeongyeon and jihyo, i can’t get into much else without putting a trigger warning oops 🤷‍♀️

okay i barely remember where this one was going so... anyway the beginning of the draft is samo running away to a different country because sana accidentally got pregnant with her girlfriend tzuyu because tzuyu wants her to get an abortion and sana can’t agree to it 👀👀 i think it was a samo fic?? maybe??

this one is a bit embarrassing so um you know what dm me and maybe i’ll tell you the plot, basically i can’t believe i ever wrote on of these fics they are so cheesy and unrealistic 😳

when i was trying to learn how to write nsfw fics i basically made a draft with just tons of different saida abo nsfw stuff

i opened one locked document (all of my drafts are locked on pages lol) and it was literally blank...

i found one about sana and her daughter being ab*sed by her ex husband but it really wasn’t very long (literally like three pages in 20 point font) the writing was just really pretty

i found something that’s basically the same plot that’s a lot longer and the document is called sachaeng so i believe that’s the ship, but i didn’t have time to read through the whole thing just the beginning, but if i remember correctly chaeyoung is a young lawyer who takes sana’s case of finally getting her ex out of her life people bono because she wants to prove herself to the rest of her firm, i like this one a lot 👀👀

(i love this one, but tw for miscarriage) so samo have been together forever and are super happy, however they can’t get over the loss of their baby, an event that took place years before the fic starts. their friends all have kids and are happy but they can’t bring themselves to do it again and they’ve just never been able to have time for adoption, but one day momo finds a little girl watching her dance class through the back window and everything changes

this one has a super cool concept i just never really got into it much, basically misamo are triplets and jeongyeon is their mama (a random oc is their mom). they were a happy family until one day jeongyeon got into a car accident with the kids in the backseat. mina and momo are okay, but sana is in a coma. their parents had been going through some trouble before but jeongyeon’s depression after the accident was the final straw, the ex wife gets full custody of mina and momo in the divorce, leaving jeongyeon with sana (who’s still in a coma) mina and momo hate living with their mom and just want to go back to their mama and sister meanwhile jeongyeon is beyond depressed because she basically lost all her children...

i wrote a fic where tzuyu is a newly divorced woman and she has namo as her kids. she never really spent much time with the kids before the divorce and she just moved from japan to south korea, and they go through a lot of growing pains and adjustments

this one is really adorable 🥺 the only reason it never got posted was because i felt like you guys were tired of me using this kind of idea over and over so... anyway it’s a samoyeon fic that basically follows them through the birth of each of their three kids and how their lives change 🥺

um yeah that’s basically it, thanks for reading this far !!