#during and immediately after moving 3 times over a month i was of course VERY worried about all my savings bleeding away

[shopwitchvamp]

Now that we're well past our moving crisis, etc. I'm trying really hard to get back onto any semblance of a schedule. You know, just like.. eating and sleeping regularly and not working 100% of the time? But dang. It's hard. It's past 9pm though so I'm gonna try to like play a visual novel or something and then go to bed at a decent time instead of working on shop stuff all night. Wish me luck. ✌️😭

[loganbcrnes]

Mine

Logan Howlett/Wolverine x female!reader

Tags/Warnings: Smut, Fluff and Smut, Rough Sex, Dom/sub, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Alpha Logan (X-Men), Feral Behavior, Rut Sex, mention of frank castle, Explicit Sexual Content, Breeding, Impregnation, Marking, Blow Jobs, Logan has a big cock, and hes very hairy yes, Reader-Insert Authors note: originally posted this on my ao3, but decided to just upload the full one-shot here as well. link. Not beta'ed and no description of reader Summary: Logan unexpectedly goes into rut and you're there to help him through it.

You had no idea what you were anticipating when Logan came home from work. Before he left in the morning, he was acting stranger than normal. His temper was short, his motions were labored, and he wasn’t himself. His scent was also stronger than normal. It didn’t take you long to realize something was wrong, the bond felt stronger between you two like it was during the war and before you even began to make lunch, you received a text from your Logan.

Logan: I don’t want you to be alarmed, but I think I’m in rut.

This caught you by surprise. Most alphas these days didn’t get ruts and omegas didn’t get heats either. Just like they’re becoming rarer as time goes by. it’s sad really, back before the war, before Hydra - you were able to go into heat. You always spent it alone back in the 30s, you even got time off from your part-time job as a nurse when you were temporarily staying in Ireland. Logan could go into ruts too before Project X. during the war you both would help each other out, which led to you both bonding until the train mission fucked all of that up.

But now it’s 2021, over 70 years have gone by and 3 years since The Snap. You are forever thankful that both you and Logan survived it. You don’t know what you would have done if your beloved alpha was taken away from you once again. Since then you both decided to get a nice cabin in the mountains to get away from everything. You both were done fighting, tired of constantly losing people you loved. 

Logan got a job in construction in town about an hour away. So he didn’t usually come home until around 6 pm. You were thankful when you got the news that Frank Castle and his pack of alphas were moving a few miles away from your cabin a few months ago. You know it can get isolated in this area, so to have friends that you consider family to come and visit was nice.

There was no time to think about the next course of action though, it was clear what you had to do and something you thought you wouldn’t ever do again. Logan would be back in about half an hour, which gave you time to set up the room and go for a nice shower. 

You immediately went into one of the cupboards in your walk-in wardrobe for blankets. Logan didn’t necessarily like making nests, he always said and his quote: “ya’ don’t need to make those things no more lady, you use your alpha.” in his deep gruff tone. So you resorted to cuddling at least 2 times a day instead and he would fuck you into the mattress just how like it every time. 

Once you got a mattress onto the floor with a ton of blankets and pillows littered onto it, you went into the bathroom and stripped down. You cleaned up and once you were done, you slipped on a white silky nightie that reached down to your thighs. After that you got some nice cold water bottles to put beside the nest. As you were done you heard the door click open.

Logan could smell you before he even got out of his truck. His heightened senses were even more sensitive and he could smell just how wet you already were. All he could think about was knot, breed, mate- over and over as he got closer to the door.

It was rather embarrassing when he started to sweat and get a hard-on on his lunch break. He didn’t understand at first, but then recognized the symptoms to be a rut. Thankfully Frank was there to get him to leave, but damn did that hurt his ego a little.

Once he entered he was hit again with your strong scent. It was so sweet, sweeter than usual that he was beginning to think that maybe his rut could trigger your heat. He sure hoped so. Your scent was a mixture of roses and strawberries, he used to hate strawberries before he met you, but now it’s one of his favourite fruits.

You looked up from your iPad as Logan walked in and put down his backpack. “Hey,” you said as you got up, but were cut off by a squeak when he immediately jumped you. He picked you up by your thighs, making his way to your bedroom, his lips never leaving your neck. He nipped and sucked little bruises into your soft flesh. He put you down gently onto the mattress and started groping your breasts. 

“Fuck, I’ve been thinkin’ about this all day, Darlin’”. Logan growls as he starts kissing down the valley between your breasts. He pulled back and slipped off your nightie, revealing your breasts and wet cunt. You blushed and looked away, but your alpha immediately notices. “Hey, no looking away from your alpha now,” Logan says as he grips your jaw to look back at him. 

“Sorry, Alpha” you shyly say. Logan only grunts back in reply as he stares down at you. You grip at his clothes, “off, please” you whine at him. Logan immediately starts to strip down, you stare at his glorious beefy body as he takes off his pleated shirt and jeans. Your eyes traveled the trail of hair down to his already hard cock. You lick your lips wanting to taste so badly. 

Logan notices as smirks, he leans back down to press his lips against yours, just as a whimper escapes through your lips, giving you a smoldering kiss which leaves you breathless within seconds, distracting you as he continues to run his hand up and down the curves of your body, getting closer to your sensitive parts.

You are gasping for breath when he pulls away, and in your complete haze, you watch him as he slowly climbs down your body, his lips never leaving your skin as he trails his hot kisses on you all the way down. He parts your legs further so he could get more comfortable between them, then when he presses a kiss at your nether lips, his fingers parting your folds so he could find your slick entrance and give a long, hungry lick right at where your desire is centered until you cry out. “Taste so fucking sweet ‘mega”. Logan growls as he licks your clit. You hear him moan and you open your eyes to look down at him, to see that his eyes are closed, totally blissed out as he sucks on your cunt, licking your entrance. You feel the hard tips of Logan’s fingers right at your opening, you moan when you feel two fingers parting your hot pussy, your walls instantly begin spasming around them, sucking them inside your depth.

“So hot, baby,” Logan growls, his warm breath falling on your sensitive folds as he whispers between the kisses he is giving you right at your heated core. “I’ve wanted to taste you since I could smell your sweet scent before I even got outta my car.”

You can’t think straight, you’re totally blissed out and your mind is filled with alphalphabreedmatealphabreed constantly, you reckon he has triggered your heat, but you don’t even realize and neither does he. His cock is stiff and swollen, you notice the center of his length has a bulge, showing that his knot is starting to form.  Your cheeks begin to heat up realizing that you’re doing this to your alpha. 

You go deeper and deeper into submission, surrendering yourself to your alpha, letting him know he can use you however he wants. Logan feels everything you feel, your bond is so strong that it’s overwhelming for the both of you. 

He continues to tease you with his fingers for a few more seconds and then the warm rasp of his tongue sends a series of shivers trembling through your body. He licks across your sensitive bud leisurely, biding his time with his eyes on you to take in every single reaction you are giving him through every lick, every swirl of his tongue. He has never seen anything so beautiful. He flicks his tongue from around your clit, down to your slit, moving back and forth as he continues to plunge his fingers into you. You begin to shake as you are nearing the edge.

He must have felt it, because he continues to lick at your cunt, slick pouring out as he slurps it all up, growls deeply against your pussy. “Come for me, little mate.”

You let out a whimper at his command but feel helpless to resist him. You can’t hold it in anymore as you come to your release. “Alpha!”. You moan out as you arch your back, Logan continues to milk through your orgasm and makes sure to gather every drop of cum.

Once you come down from your high, Logan pulls back and climbs up the bed kneeling right beside your head. Keeping one hand at your chin, he raises your head up as he uses the other hand to pump his cock, aiming the crown tip on your swollen lips. “Go and put your pretty mouth to use, Darlin’,” Logan says. A drop of pre-cum leaks from the slit, making you drool at the taste, while the heady scent of his cock fills your senses as you breathe him in.

You eagerly nod, barely catching a breath from your strong orgasm, he slips his cock through your open mouth, wanting to satisfy your alpha.

Groaning, Logan reaches down and squeezes your nipple as he thrust in and out of your mouth with almost the same force he would use if he is deep inside your pussy. 

“Love these tits of yours baby, love to see them jiggle when I fuck your tight cunt” Logan continues to grope your tits as he dirty talks. He thrusts into your mouth hard and you moan at his words, cheeks reddened at how dirty he’s making you feel.

You suck the entire length of him each time, loving the feel of the head of his cock at the back of your throat. Using his other hand, Logan grabs onto your hair, keeping you steady as he plunges deeper inside your mouth, pummelling deep into your throat each time he reaches to the brim.

His heavy balls filled with seed, slaps against your chin, loving the sensation and feeling dirty all at the same time. You dig your nails into his thigh with one hand and into the sheets with the other, holding on tightly as your lover uses your mouth for his pleasure. “So fucking good, baby. Always taking my fat cock so well. Look at you choking on it” Logan rambles as he thrusts into your mouth. He groans as you suck hard. You continue to choke as his knot is forming. 

Logan’s cock falls out of your mouth with a pop. The spasms of your climax remain. You close your eyes trying to catch your breath. You feel movement and blankets being moved on the mattress. After a few minutes, you feel a hand caress your cheek, tucking your hair behind your ears. You open your eyes to see Logan, his pupils are dilated to the point you only almost only see black. “You okay, Honey?” Logan asked. He leans down to press soft kisses to your cheeks and down to your neck. You hum as you lean into his touch, “Want you now Lo”. you said, “please knot me, need it so bad”. 

You’re a whimpering mess now, grinding your clit against Logan’s muscular thigh. Logan growls as he pulls back, he grabs a hold of your hips, flipping you over so that you're laying with your chest pushed flush against the mattress, legs bent, and the knees with your ass and pussy on full display. Your smell consumes him; all that he can think about is the taste of your arousal on his lips and how badly he needs to be inside you now.

His long fingers trace your slit as arousal floods from your entrance, coating your slick on his fingertips. Anticipation pangs at your chest as you wait for his next move. Everything in him wants to drive his hardened cock into you and knot you full of his seed.

Logan’s eyes screwed shut as he brings a finger up to his mouth, basking in the taste of you. A wanton moan erupts from his lips at the taste – so perfectly sweet he would never be able to get enough.

Dire thoughts rush through your mind as you rest on your elbows, face turned to the side to try and see Logan out of your peripheral vision. His pupils are completely blown, eyes focused only on your center as his chest heaves in anticipation. “Please Alpha, breed me, I’m ready,” you say to him. 

Logan is always less talkative during sex and now that he’s in his rut and possibly gone feral, his mind is screaming to him to knot and breed your tight cunt, to the point he can’t form words.

His hand is quick to line himself up with your entrance, grasping onto your hips with such pressure that it is sure to leave bruises tomorrow, even with your fast healing. Sharp fingernails dig into your skin as his tip meets your entrance. It’s fiery and red, inflamed and veins popping out alongside his length from how hard he is. The precum that leaks from his tip coat your slit, combining with the wetness dripping down your thighs to create a delicious mixture.

One last reassuring squeeze of your side is all he gives before pushing into you ruggedly. A sharp gasp leaves your lips as he makes his way into your core, feeling the familiar sensation you felt back during the war. His size is bigger, so much thicker and longer than his normal length when he is not in rut. It’s a lot to take in at once, and he’s trying his best to let you relax as your body adjusts to his size. 

“You can move,” you say, lip caught between your teeth as your walls stretch further around him.

With your fists grasping for the sheets, Logan begins thrusting his hips slowly into you– holding out a second each time he bottoms out to let you breathe. His nails only dig into your sides further, barely giving him a grip onto reality to hold back his animalistic instincts.

Deep grunts leave his mouth as he tries to hold himself back, but he can feel his humanity slipping further and further away with each clench of your pussy. His heavy balls slap against your clit.

“Can’t hold back much longer,” he bares his teeth, “need to breed you now.”

You moan out loud “please, please alpha, need you to fill me up with your pups” you continue to beg him. 

Quickly, his hips snap into yours, his thick muscles flexing as he holds your body steady, fucking into you deeply. Breath is sucked out of you as his pace increases; stars forming at the back of your eyelids as you squeeze them shut, mouth salivating at the increasing pleasure bestowing upon you. His length is a lot to get used to again, even though Logan tried to avoid knotting you back then because you both didn’t have enough time, there were times when he would sneak into your sleeping quarters to knot you in the middle of the night, his hand pressed against your mouth to reduce your loud moans as he thrusts his large cock into you; but the everlasting pressure against your g-spot was making the pain melt away.

Logan thrusts in and out of your pussy effortlessly, your slick coating his cock and making it easy for him to slide in and out of your velvety walls. With each thrust, he bottoms out, and it becomes difficult for you to remain upright. Limbs shaking from pleasure, your elbows begin to give way, landing you flat against the mattress.

Your mouth opens, but the only thing able to escape is a silent scream, too immersed in the feeling of him battering your walls and hitting your cervix to make a sound. A loud moan leaves your lips as he pulls you back up, his arms wrapping around your waist to use all his strength to hold you in position. His sweaty hairy chest is pressed flush against your back, the heat radiating off his body soothing you as his mouth meets your ear. A quick nip is placed on your earlobe as he catches it between his teeth.

“Taking me so well.”

He says in his deep voice. The praise quickly soothes your nerves, helping you relax into him as he holds your body close, closer than you had ever felt to him before. His tip is repeatedly hitting against the sensitive spot deep inside of you, you know he’s not ready to let up just yet, but you’re too on edge to hold on.

“Logan I-I’m gonna–”

“I can smell it,” he groans, mouth meeting your bond mark as he sucks harshly on it. 

A string of cuss words falls from your lips as your eyes clamp shut, relishing in your release as your pussy spasms around his cock. His movements don’t slow either – his pace is still erratic, plummeting into you at an ungodly rate.

Feeling your release over him only makes him thrust harder, deeper. It sends him into a full-blown frenzy, unable to keep himself from chasing his high. “Smells so sweet, gonna breed you, Baby, have you pumped up with my pups. Gonna look so sexy with your tits filled with milk and your pregnant belly.” he rambles, the more he talks dirty the closer you get to the edge. 

And you knew what this meant. You both finally have a chance to have children. Something you have always wanted when you first got together with Logan. Before meeting him, you never had high hopes to find a man and have a child or two. You were insecure and no one wanted a 26-year-old virgin omega. Especially since omegas were looked down upon back then.

But that time is over now, you're with the love of your life 70+ years into the future and everything you have ever wanted is here right now.

“God, do it, Logan, please knot me,” the words slip between cries, still shaking in the aftermath of your orgasm, “Breed me.”

So he does.

His eyes slam shut as his mouth finds the crook of your neck, breaking the flesh as his sharp teeth sink into your skin, reclaiming you once again. Screams blow past your lips as blood begins to trickle from the wound on your shoulder. Your chest tightens in pain, loving and hating the sensation all at once. Relief takes over once his tongue meets the small incisions made on your skin, his saliva filling the holes and alleviating the wounds as he licks up the blood.

“That’s it ‘mega. Doing so good for me. So perfect.”

Your heart flutters at his claim, have never felt as close to him as you do right now. Firecrackers lit through your veins, the connection between you and Logan binding stronger than ever and you couldn’t be happier. It felt like you were floating in thin air. Your body is unable to focus on any pain right now, you’re too blissed out from the shock of him reclaiming you to notice how his cock is beginning to swell inside of you.

Cum shoots out of his member, filling you up to the brim until your abdomen begins to feel heavy and swell. That floating feeling quickly begins to fade as his orgasm keeps coming and coming, no inch of your insides gone untouched by his seed. It seems like it's never going to end, and you can feel the pressure from his release building and building inside of you. Your sensitive walls stretch as his cock expands, your body doing the job it’s supposed to; knotting to plug you up and make sure none of his cum drips out.

“Logan,” you whine, tears spilling from your eyes as his cock continues to inflate inside of you, “Logan it kinda hurts.”

“Shhh It’s almost over, baby,” he comforts you, stroking your hair before guiding you onto your side, laying behind you. After such a rough round, his familiar touch eases your pain. The light kisses he places along your spine let you sink back into him, focusing on the feeling of his soft lips instead of the balloon-sized cock stretching your vagina. Gentle hands trace circles up and down your arms as you listen to the sound of his calming breath. His chest heaves as he tries to come down from the adrenaline rush.

Soft kisses soon turn into small licks running over the length of your back as you lay there, still speared on his cock. Now that his animalistic needs were met, it was all about you.

“What are you doing?” you frown slightly.

“Cleaning you up,” he answers calmly, his even more heightened senses finding nothing strange with this new method of aftercare. You’re too immersed in your thoughts to question him any further; if this is what his alpha side was telling him to do then so be it.

As Logan’s knot begins to subdue he doesn’t let go. His tongue soothes over the spot of his mark, all red, but could see the bond mark more visible than it was before. 

“Do you really think this will work?” you ask Logan. You don’t know what you will do with yourself if you aren’t able to get pregnant by this. “It will trust me, Darlin’. And if it doesn’t, we’ll try again and again until it does,” he says as he kisses your shoulder.

“You’re so beautiful, I’m so happy you’re mine after all these years.”

Butterflies flutter in your tummy as a smile stretches across your face. All you want to do right now is to turn around and kiss him, so you do. His face is just as bright as yours when you meet his eyes. His hair is messy and his skin is shining with perspiration, but he looks handsome as ever. He welcomes your kiss like he’s been waiting for it all day. Mouth chasing after your lips, capturing them in a quick kiss before pulling away.

It's the first time he’s seen your eyes since you’ve gotten home, and even then he couldn’t appreciate them as he could now. There's a different glow that he didn’t notice before. Maybe it's because he’s reclaimed you and knotted you after all these years, but he is willing to do anything and everything for you.

“I love you,” you sigh, pressing your palm to his cheek. He looks so innocent now, the blackness in his eyes now faded back to the hazel color you love so much. All the years and pain he’s been through, disappeared. 

“And I love that you’re mine.”

[247-diaperboy]

Trapped in Diapers Forever part 5

I had little choice at this point to comply with Daddy. I went home set up the webcam and connected with Daddy on Skype. I trimmed and then shaved every ounce of hair below the waist. I have to admit after shaving my diapers felt so.... soft and wonderful they were turning me on again. Before bed I pointed the camera on my bed and laid down and jerked in my diapers in front of Daddy. Repeating I'm a diaper boy, I belong in diapers over and over till I exploded in my diapers and fell asleep. Wearing to work made me feel very nervous and wore extra baggy jeans. Daddy text me at least once a day and made me send a picture as evidence I was well diapered at work.

I'd have to run to a restroom get in a stall, pull down my jeans and snap a shot of my diapers with my phone and send it off immediately to Daddy. He also had me write something different on the front of my diapers in magic marker before going to work every morning. Things like I'm a diaper boy or bedwetter etc. . I never knew till I was about to leave for work, and he text me to tell me what to write on the front of my diapers, as extra evidence I was not cheating. Every night we did skype and repeated creaming my diapers as Daddy, he called it. The following weekend was a more intense weekend full of the same treatment with Daddy. He then forces me to cream my diapers in a new way, by putting me in the baby crib and making me hump a pillow with a pacifier in my mouth, of course saying out loud, I'm a diaper boy, I'm a baby and love my diapers. Daddy called it the diaper boy way. Daddy said for now on this was the only way I was to cream in my diapers at all times.

This went on for weeks wearing wetting and creaming my diapers in front of Daddy on the camera nightly. After a month I have to admit that I was beginning to really enjoy my treatment but never told Daddy.

About 2 months into my diaper training, I found myself fixating on my diapers and often at work. Every time I moved or walked, I was reminded I was being ''forced'' to wear diapers and felt very infantile I thought constantly of getting home from work to hump my diapers, because that what baby boys do, mess in their diapers. I didn't even realize it but had stopped thinking about regular sex. It Didn't matter anyhow because my regular gay sex life had gone out the window do to being thickly diapered 24/7 and shave smooth like a baby down below. I was no longer a 24-year-old gay stud I was becoming a real diaper boy. As time went on Daddy made me wear my diapers thicker with soaker pads and gave me many pairs of nurseries print plastic pants which I now had to wear 24/7. Diapers were one thing but adding the aspect of big puffy nursery print waterproof baby pants made me feel very infantile. He also gave me some onesies to wear with my diapers and a nighttime sleeper. Then about 3 months into my training of waking, wetting my diapers and falling back to sleep instead of usual woke one morning thickly diapered in my sleeper only to realize I soaked my diapers during the night without waking. I was excited and at the same time felt a bit of panicked that I was reverting back to bed wetting. Then I heard Daddy on skype calling my name and looked over to my computer. I got up and waddling over in my very wet diapers. I don't know how he knew but he asked, did some baby soak his diapers while sleeping last night? I hung my head and in a childish voice said yes Daddy I soaked my diapers and never woke up. Daddy was thrilled and told me I was a good boy and instructed me to go over to the bed and hump my soaking wet diapers. Then say aloud I'm a bed wetter, I belong in diapers, I'm a baby. I did as Daddy told me to and OMG, I had the most incredible orgasm creaming my soaking wet warm diapers. All while thinking I've lost control and soaked my diaper last night like a ‘’real’’ baby that night. Well, that was not the only night I went without waking it became more and more frequent, soaking my diapers while sleeping. I kept telling myself I had no choice, but reality was it totally turned me on I reverted back to bedwetting. One night Daddy instructed me to go to bed without diapers, I did not want to but did as I was told. He said if I needed to pee during the night I could get up and use the bathroom. Well, I did wake up, but it was not till morning and to a soaking underwear and a wet bed. I jumped out of bed and looked at the huge wet spot on the bed and the smell of fresh piss in the air. Then I heard Daddy's voice on skype calling me and I walked over to the camera. He could see my underwear was soaked and said Well looks like someone wet their bed last night. He asked me so how do you feel this morning little boy? I blurted out in a childish voice I need to be in diapers Daddy I wet my bed last night. I could see Daddy smile and he said yes you do belong in diapers baby boy He told me to go shower up, no touching myself, to get diapered up and go to work.

[hydrngea]

gyming

a/n : this was a very self indulgent fic that’s very unedited but i hope you enjoy!! this is gonna be a series of short somewhat connected blurbs of gymbro!rafe :))

summary : your first time at a new gym doesn’t start off too great until you meet your new gymbro. | rafe cameron x f!reader, rafe is a gym rat in this, reader is extremely thirsty and downbad lol, fluff.

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it took you a good 2 months after moving to the obx to try out the local gym.

you know, you know. there’s nothing really to be afraid of; you know how all the machines work and you don’t have to worry much about your form. it’s just now that you’ve moved away for college, you don’t have your best friend working out side by side with you. and it’s got you nervous.

you finally mustered up the courage after a long facetime call with her. you were gonna do it. expand your horizons.

you felt instantly relieved when you walked into the gym and it was empty. you always thought that nine o’clock at night was the perfect time to go, since all the machines and benches were empty a couple hours before the gym closes.

you look around. there’s about 4 people in the gym other than yourself.

there’s some guy in the corner by the deadlift platform that seems to think he’s batman;with a weird all black getup, wearing…combat boots?

another two are a really cringe high school couple. bleh.

and then the last one by the bench presses.

woah. he’s hot. you think, panning him from far away and taking him in. he’s literally lifting triple the amount of weight you can. you didn’t even know the arm had so many muscle groups.

alright, maybe this new gym isn’t so bad.

you find your way to an open bench and put your stuff down. you stare at the plates for a good minute or two and wonder what would be the best the start with. you decide on a safer weight to warm up. it has been more than a few weeks since you’ve benched.

you lay onto the bench and place you hands into position, puffing out your chest while sucking in a tight breath.

you push up on the bar and immediately regret your overconfidence. the weight moves too heavy, yet you still force yourself to continue with reps.

2…3…4..

you’re so close to hitting 6 reps, but suddenly at the end of the forth one your arms give out and the bar begins to fall on you chest.

you do your best to prepare for the blow, but it never comes. you blink a couple times and realize a pair of strong hands have pulled up the bar from you and a handsome face mirrors yours.

oh god. it’s him. the cute guy.

“easy there, sweetheart.” his gruff voice cuts through your thoughts you immediately fall in love.

he places the bar onto the hinges with ease and you quickly sit up on the bench, face burning. your hands are as red as a tomato from the right grip you had on the bar, and your wrist aches from the failed lift.

you pull your headphones off of your head and turn your neck to look at him, “i’m so sorr-“

you begin to apologize but he cuts you off with a chuckle.

“nah, what are you apologizing for? i’m sorry for not asking if you wanted a spot earlier.”

earlier? did he notice me earlier?

“this used to be my warm up.” you say with your head low, a small scoff coming out during the beginning of your sentence.

the stranger shrugs, “well for the first few sets it looked like you were handling it just fine.”

you raise a brow, not able to control the sudden urge for flirtation that comes upon you. “were you watching me?”

he crosses his arms over the bar and leans against it, shaking his head which caused his hair to shuffle a bit and his muscles to flex in the most mesmerizing way ever.

you’re sure you gawking at him and that you should probably avert your eyes from his body but you kinda can’t help it.

“of course i was. couldn’t stop but notice the pretty girl that walked in.”

you roll you eyes at the comment, shaking your head. “i doubt that i’m pretty.”

he scoffs. “you’re the prettiest girl in here.”

“is that because i’m the only girl in here?” you question, undoing your loose ponytail to redo it.

“you know what i meant, pretty girl.”

“mm. sure…pretty boy.” you test out the nickname and he smiles at you for the first time. you swear your feel butterflies all over your body at the simple action.

he takes a step out towards the front of the bench to face you. “how ‘bout we spot each other so we don’t get hurt, pretty girl?” he suggest, a lop sided smile curving onto his gorgeous face.

god. why are you so down bad for a guy you just met?

“why not?” you acquiesce, sending him your own mirroring grin in return.

you think it’s safe to say this won’t be the last time you’d visiting this gym.

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[blueberri-blu]

hello hello!! <3 Might I perhaps ask for some rise don/reader after the events of the movie? I rewatched it recently and woof. comfort fic needed. maybe he's staying with his partner while the lair's being patched up and they're struggling to get him to part with his battle shell for bed time? or something to that effect. -@boybeholding

Squealing, twirling my hair, kicking my feet! Thank you so much for the request! I absolutely love this idea!! ♡⁠(⁠˃͈⁠ ⁠દ⁠ ⁠˂͈⁠ ⁠༶⁠ ⁠)

Of course you may!! I re-watched the movie and, I sobbed, with snot coming out of my nose and everything (⁠っ⁠˘̩⁠╭⁠╮⁠˘̩⁠)⁠っ

Flood after the Storm ｡⁠:ﾟ

As Donnie moved many of his things to your place, you allowed him to set up his lab in the living room/spare bedroom. Most of the day was spent moving and cleaning. Cleaning the lair, seeing how to repair it, and moving things from the lair to their temporary homes.

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The battle left everyone with scars. Raph and Leo beat themselves up over almost not being able to protect their brothers, Mikey seemed to try to cheer everyone up, even though he was the one who needed it. Yet your turtle seemed to act as if nothing happened. You'll admit, he was a bit more emotionally expressive but, other than that, he didn't seem to acknowledge it at all. Due to the lair being... Well not in its best shape, Between you, April, and Cassandra, the turtles split up into y'all's places. Donnie, being your genius boyfriend, obviously stayed with you, and his brothers decided they stay with April or Cassandra, to give you and Donnie alone time.

As you and Donnie finally settled in for the night, you could tell Donnie was in deep thought as he unpacked. You decided to just stay near him, giving him space while still letting him know you're there for him. But as your eyelids felt heavier and heavier, you decided to talk to him. "Hey, don...?" "Yes, my dear?" He said all too quickly. "How are you feeling?" "Well, I must admit, my brothers have yet to give me their opinions on my rescue pods, however I do believe they were extremely satisfied, so I'll be working on them tonight so they're reusable". You knew that gathering data helped him calm down (as he made this very well known during the Krang invasion), so you decided to help him collect data from his brothers and April. Once his spreadsheet of opinions was done, you told him that it would be better if he worked on them tomorrow, as his brain would function much better after a good night's rest. "Grumble... I suppose you are correct" he said with narrow eyes. As you finished your nightly routine, you realized Donnie was in bed... With his battle shell still on. You decided that maybe you'd let him leave it on for a couple days, knowing how vulnerable he felt without it during the battle.

That was 2 months ago. Now, you struggled to get him to bed, he was upgrading the escape pods, making armour for his brothers, and trying to upgrade his battle shell. You also noticed he would randomly check Leo's location, and text or call him to check in. You knew it was going to take a good amount of time for him to settle down, but he was still going to bed with his battle shell on.

You had finally had enough, as much as you tried, you couldn't get him to open up to you. Although he was more open to giving you affection, calling you by pet names such as Love, Dear, Mon Amor, and Mi Amor, he refused to talk about the invasion. So that night, as you laid in bed, waiting for Donnie, you thought of a plan. With a newfound confidence, you marched up to Donnie in his makeshift lab, and started to cry.

Donnie was immediately pulled from his work, and ran to you, frantically asking you what was wrong. And you started to talk to him about how the invasion affected you. How you had night terrors, often waking up just to check in on him and make sure he was alive, how you went into fight mode whenever you heard loud noises, and how you desperately wanted to help him.

After you let your feelings out, and calmed down, you looked at Donnie, and told him that most of all, you were worried about him. That you understood that he was acting this way because of what happened, and that you would wait for him to open up, but most of all, that you wanted to help him get better, you wanted him to get better. After hearing this, Donnie realized that he'd been repressing everything that happened, and, due to you opening up to him, he realized you probably felt alone and scared. So, your show of trust comforted him enough to open up to you.

He told you everything, how he was scared for Raph's life, how he felt helpless and vulnerable without his battle shell, and how he felt like a horrible brother for not being able to save Mikey and him from being crushed, and most importantly, just how soul crushing it was to think Leo had died. In that moment, he opened his heart out to you, and you held him gently, while holding him tightly, rubbing his arms, rocking him, and crying along with him.

By the end of it, you and him were wet with tears, trembling from how vulnerable you two were to each other. Once you two calmed down enough, you hugged each other as you walked to your bedroom. Once you sat on the bed, you gently rubbed Donnie's shoulder, quietly asking if you could take his battle shell off. He was hesitant, but nodded. You took his battle shell off, along with his shoulder and knee pads, and finally his mask.

You both laid on your bed, his head on your chest, your beating heart bringing comfort. You laid like this the entire night. Your newfound trust for each other only strengthened with time, as you both grew, you healed from old scars, and as new ones appeared, you worked through them, together.

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I really hope you liked it! I tried my best to keep it in character! I loved this request!! Was definitely needed after the events of the movie, thank you so much for the ask!! I love it when you guys send them! Anyway, hope you are all doing well, I love y'all <3

[maochira]

dad!ego's child meets the bllk team? theyre not a soccer player and are actually very not into it </3 thanks!

I have to enter my dad!Ego era again jskjfh (I never left it I just write so little for him lately I'M SORRY)

Synopsis: You never cared much for soccer and don't understand much about it, but of course you still want to be on your father's side during the U-20 match - that includes meeting the Blue Lock Eleven before that.

Requests open! - dad!Ego masterlist

Tags: gn!Ego's kid!reader, aged up Ego so him having a teenager kid makes sense

For months, you listened to your father talk about Blue Lock and the players, even though you rarely understood anything about it. During that time, you picked up the names of a few players like Isagi, Bachira and Rin, but you don't even know what they look like. All you know are the bits and pieces of information your brain picked up from your father's rambles whenever you had dinner together.

Despite your lack of interest in soccer, you immediately knew you wanted to come along to watch the U-20 match. Not necessarily because you were interested in seeing the match, but mostly to be at your father's side.

The entire time, you don't really know where you're going. You're either following Anri or your father wherever they go and try to not be a bother. And then, you find yourself in the Blue Lock Eleven's locker room.

At first, none of the players notice you because you're hiding behind Anri and everyone is focused on the speech Ego is holding, but when he's done with that, you're just kind of standing there, leaning against the wall and trying to be as unobtrusive as possible.

The first player to approach you is Karasu. As he walks towards you, you can feel yourself getting slightly nervous. Because of what your father has told you about the Blue Lock participants, you feel rather intimidated by all of them. "Aren' a bit too young to be an assistant?" Karasu asks as he takes a step closer to you.

"Oh uh... I'm not an assistant," you let out a little nervous laugh, "I'm just here because of my dad."

"Oh? And who is that?"

You gesture over to Ego, which has Karasu speechless for a moment. He takes an even closer look at you. "You don't really look like him." Karasu shrugs, but then you move some hair that's fallen in front of your eyes to the side and Karasu immediately catches the only thing you have in common with your father, appearance-wise at least.

"YO GUYS EGO HAS A KID!" Karasu yells through the entire room which immediately catches everyone's attention. Well, everyone's except Rin's. He doesn't seem to care at all.

Besides that, everyone has the same reaction: surprise. The thought of Ego having a kid that's their age has never crossed their minds.

The next person to walk up to you is Otoya. And he immediately starts flirting with you which gets him a death stare from Ego. That's not what makes Otoya back off, though. It takes Karasu to drag him away from you - which you're really thankful for because, on top of being nervous, you donn't want to get flustered as well. You just don't want to embarrass yourself in front of the Blue Lock team.

Bachira and Isagi are the next ones who talk to you, in the hope they can make you feel more comfortable after Otoya tried to flirt with you.

"Which soccer position do you play? Are you a striker as well?" Isagi asks, assuming you play soccer - which isn't a bad assumption, considering who your father is.

"Oh eh... I don't play soccer. I barely know anything about it." You answer with another nervous laugh.

Isagi already feels bad for making that assumption and he's about to apologize, but before he gets to say something, Barou, who's standing a few meters away but heard what you said, asks in a mocking tone: "Why are you here, then?"

This makes you feel even more nervous. Looking at Barou, he intimidates you more than the othee players, so you don't know how to defend yourself. Luckily Bachira does that for you.

"Oh come on, they can still watch us play!" He says to Barou before turning to you with a bright smile that quickly lets your nervosity fade and makes you feel more comfortable.

You really want to continue the conversation Isagi and Bachira tried to start with you, but before you come up with something to say, the team has to go outside because the match is about to start.

A bit later you find yourself sitting with the players who don't get to play right now. You wanted to sit next to Anri, but somehow ended up with the rest of the Blue Lock players.

The one you're sitting next to just happens to be Barou. Occasionally, you hear him mumble little complains about what's going on in the match and how it would go much better if he was on the field right now.

"I bet you'd do great..." You look at Barou with a soft smile in attempt to lighten his mood a little bit.

"Oh shut up." Barou responds without looking in your direction at all. "You don't even know anything about soccer."

"But I just said you'd do great-"

"I'd do much better than 'great'," Barou's eyes wander over to you with a condescending gaze for a moment before he returns his eyes to the field.

"Tell me," you continue talking, "What would you do if you were on the field right now?" Even though he still intimidates you, something about Barou is just so interesting, it makes you want to talk to him more.

Without any hesitancy, Barou goes on a whole rant about what he'd do on the field. You don't understand most of it, but still listen closely to everything he says. It doesn't take long until some of the other players who sit with you join in and you find yourself stuck in a conversation with them.

They're mostly rambling and ranting, but the more they talk the more you find yourself understanding what exactly they mean.

And as odd as it is, you feel like you want to get to know the Blue Lock players better. Not because of soccer, but because you want to know what they are like as people. Maybe your father will let you enter the players' areas in the facility some time so you can get to know them better.

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[luvrrszn]

this is how you fall in love

BRADLEY "ROOSTER" BRADSHAW x FEM READER

summary just you and rooster, forever

warnings fluff fluff fluffy fluff not proofread !

a/n pls send me a man like rooster thanks

masterlist

the night bradley first met you, he knew one day you two would share a home filled with love and laughter.

despite the dim lighting of the bar and the crowd of people, you still catch bradley's attention from the very moment he steps into the bar. you're dancing with your best friend next to the jukebox, a grin plastered on your face. you're wearing a short red dress, the skirt of your dress swishing around you as you move to the rhythm to the music.

bradley can't help but stare. no one notices, except penny. she rests her forearms on the bar, leaning forward. she says, "she's single, you know. go shoot your shot." he smirks slightly, then turns to look at you, catching your gaze.

usually, when you're caught staring, you immediately look away. but with the help of a little liquid courage, you hold bradley's gaze, refusing to look away first. he stares at you and you stare back, even as he gets up from his seat at the bar and makes his way over to you.

"hey, gorgeous. i'm bradley, but everyone calls me rooster. can i buy you a drink?" he says, staring into your eyes. you'd be a fool not to accept. you were many things, but definitely not a fool.

"that would be wonderful." you tell him, smiling. you tell him your name and follow him to the bar.

throughout the course of the night, bradley learns your favourite colour, why you're in town, and most importantly your number.

"call me." you say, pressing your lips to his cheek after he drops you off at your doorstep that night. bradley replies with a "yes ma'am" and watches you fumble with your keys. his hands are stuffed into the pockets of his jeans as he leans against his car, waiting for you to make it back into your apartment safely.

only when you lock the front door behind you does bradley drive off.

—

the very friday the next week, bradley takes you out for dinner. he knocks on your front door at 630pm sharp, with ample time for you to make it for your 7pm reservation.

with a reservation at one of the best restaurants in town, you made sure to dress your best. you wore a long black dress, which hugged your body in all the right places. your hair was pulled back into a sleek low bun, your lips painted dark red. you looked pretty, and most importantly, you felt pretty.

bradley lets out a low whistle as you do a little spin for him. your cheeks flush as smile softly. you hold onto his forearm for balance as you put on your heels, and the whole scene feels oddly domestic.

strangely enough, you didn't mind. you had only met bradley once before, but the two of you had talked throughout the week, and you already felt comfortable with him.

"what are you smiling so happily about?" bradley chuckles, snapping you out of whatever fantasies you were thinking about.

"nothing." you reply, but your grin remains on your face.

—

the moment you realised you were in love with bradley was around the time where you were 3 months into dating. it had starting raining during your lunch date, so to shield you from the rain, bradley put his zip-up hoodie on your shoulders and used his body to shield you from the rain.

once you made it to the car, he opened the car door for you, and closed it behind you like a true gentleman. then, he walked back to the sidewalk. curious, you stared in his direction. you watched as he bent down and started picking things up from the sidewalk and moving them into the trimmed grass next to it. he was picking up....worms?

five minutes later, he came back running to the car.

"sorry for keeping you waiting, babe."

you didn't really know what to say, so you just replied, "it's okay. the worms...looked like they needed help."

"thanks, i knew you'd understand." he grinned as he started the engine.

—

the moment you knew you were going to marry bradley occurred when you were at mav and penny's for dinner. you had dropped something on the floor, and bent down from your seat on a chair to pick it up. without batting an eye, bradley put his hand over the sharp corner of the table, while continuing to talk to mav.

that very moment, you knew that you were going to marry him someday. you knew he was the one you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. being with him felt natural, like it was the way things were meant to be.

no matter what happened in life, at some point the two of you were meant to argue over whose apartment to move into.

the two of you were meant to squabble over what colour the bathroom towels for your new shared apartment should be.

the two of you were meant to walk down the aisles of a supermarket to look for the nicest-smelling detergent.

the two of you were meant to squabble over things like the toilet seat being left up. (bradley learnt his lesson after that fight. the toilet seat was always left down. whatever you wanted, you got.)

the two of you were meant to sit at the dining table with cups of tea, going over your grocery list for the week.

and that was exactly what the rest of your life with bradley "rooster" bradshaw was like.

[foster-the-world]

Better?

In the ongoing saga of figuring out my child's healthcare needs we stopped his daily asthma medication. After an August 3-4 weeks of a terrible asthma flare up which ended up with a does of steroids' we decided to try a maintenance med. I had been very reluctant because the side effects can be hyperactivity/aggression. More hyperactivity is the last thing my child needs. His behavior had been pretty out of control during his August asthma flare up. We notified the school nurse about the med update - who had encouraged me to try out the med. I thought I told the teacher but maybe did not.

Anyone it seemed to be working really well. He was not coughing in October for the first time in years. We hadn't noticed any behavior changes. However, he was not sleeping well. Which is very abnormal for him. This had started during the summer asthma flare up - so assumed it was that. It makes sense you won't sleep well if you are coughing constantly and generally feel shitty.

The school had not reported any behavior changes to us. I ask regularly - while trying not to be too annoying. She noted he has good days and bad days hyperactivity wise. Which is the norm.

Then the neuro psych office sent someone by to do an in class assessment. Apparently his behavior was really terrible. He had a really terrible in office assessment the day before. I'm assuming it was a hold over from that. Also the teacher told us "someone" told him the neuro was there to assess him. The whole point of sending a different nuero was so he would not know they were monitoring him. He does not like being assessed. The teacher also tells the neuro pscyh his behavior has gotten worse and worse over the last month. She thought it was because the class had added two other high energy boys. Which is entirely possible. He def matches other kids energy. Or it could be because of the meds!! If the teacher had discussed with us I would have 100% considered that. I was on the look out for bad behavior. I am so annoyed the teacher did not tell us. The Director of the school apologized. The teacher said she is always "transparent" with the Neuropsychs. As if, we didn't want her to be transparent. We expected her to be transparent with us first! I had seen her the day before the in class assessment. She mentioned how he is really nice to the younger kids. Then said he has good and bad days. She mentioned he had been putting things in his mouth. I said I'd send in chewy necklace. None of this screams "behavior has gotten worse and worse."

Anyway we can't risk more hyperactivity. Talked with his doctor and took him off the same day. He fell asleep immediately that night. He's been back to sleeping really well every night since. Seems calmer to me. His teacher says he has been better over the past week. But the biggest difference is he has almost 100% stopped stuttering. Since August his occasional stutter that only came out when he was tired was happening all of the time. Since Friday I've heard it twice.

Now the question is was the medicine really changing his behavior? Or was the medicine causing sleep interruptions and that was causing the behavior changes? I suspect the stutter is because his brains moves faster than his mouth. The internet tells me its a common ADHD (and autism) thing. The problem is exacerbated when his body is especially out of wack/tired.

Of course, within 24 hours of stopping I can tell the cough was coming. It's not bad, yet. Just a few coughs here and there. It actually has not been cold outside here so will see what comes. Luckily, his asthma is entirely of the cough variant. His oxygen levels are always fine. Sometimes a little wheezing but nothing serious. No asthma "attacks."

There are various other asthma meds we could try but now I'm even more terrified to try anything. The poor kid's body is constantly fighting against him. It also does not bode well for trying ADHD meds. I feel like his body is always going to pick up the worse outcomes. Considering taking FMLA over the summer to try out some meds. If they make him more hyperactive/aggressive with us it's fine. It ill If he does it at school it can get him labeled.

I'm def not going to give him a full steriods dose again unless its a real medical emergency. His behavior was out of control for a week after that.

The two other high energy boys were moved to a different class. Not sure why, obviously not my business. Someone mentioned they are going to add another teacher to his class. I'm going to follow-up to see if that is true. I'm reminding myself that teachers are very busy. My kid is one of 12 kids. Its probably not fun to report bad behavior to parents and some people are better at it than others.

Going to his school tmrw for the Halloween parade. Looking forward to it.

[marvelgaynesstothemax]

A/N: Heyyy, so I rarely publish fanfic work, but I feel kinda proud of this one I ended up writing during my off time. I dunno if I’m gonna end up publishing fanfic or not on here, but I figured I would give it a shot. Constructive criticism is much appreciated, and I’ve got zero clue what to title this so ideas are also welcome! Thank you! <3

Warnings: Swimmers Ear/Ear infection, Soft Frank, Hurt Matt, Brief Mention of Frankie Jr., Brief Mention of Past Matt/Elektra, Swearing, Hurt/Comfort, based off another post of mine under the tag “Swimmer’s Ear” (Tumblr won’t let me put the link for some reason sorry.)

Also sorry, the timeline is kinda weird?? Think of it as they were already together before Frank’s actual appearance in season 2 I guess? Idk. This is suppose to take place about a day after he shoves Matt in the Hudson and the boat explodes, but they already have an established relationship.

The first groan is rather quiet, it barely wakes Frank, the marine’s sleep-addled brain quick to write off the sound as Matt just having a dream. The second groan though is much quicker to grab his attention, brown eyes still bleary with slumber as he blinks awake to the feeling of his lover shifting beside him in bed.

“Mm..?” Is just about all Frank can scrounge up from his vocal cords this early in the morning, the marine tossing a squinting glance over his bicep to get a look at the other. Matt doesn’t answer his grunt, so Frank tries again.

Nothing.

A couple of months back Frank never could’ve imagined himself getting cozy in bed with Red, probably would’ve decked any person to suggest he’d be where he is today. Yet, here the fuck he is, sitting up in their bed 1 hour past midnight to check on him. Life either liked to be contrary son of a bitch, or Matthew Micheal Murdock enjoyed spiting Frank Castle with his very existence.

“Red?” Leaning over the lawyer’s tense frame, Frank absentmindedly presses the back of his hand to the restless man’s forehead. He doesn’t feel hot, but there was no mistaking the sweat gathering at Matt’s brow line. There’s a whimper and a momentary flutter of eyelids before Matt half-opens his eyes for Frank, clouded pupils glistening with unshed tears as his breathing grows more labored. Another groan.

Concern growing, Frank purses his lips and presses them to Matt’s forehead. He gets the same result as his hand, no fever, just clammy. “Where’s it hurt?” Frank whispers, swallowing down the anxiousness quelling in his throat when he only receives another whimper in reply. “Matty, please, I need ya to use your words.”

Matt’s expression suddenly contorts in pain at a particularly labored breath, and if Frank’s eyes weren’t so accustomed to adjusting to the dark he wouldn’t have even noticed it. Red immediately goes green around the gills from the involuntary movement of his own chest, eyes squeezing shut just a fraction tighter.

“You’re head hurtin’ you, Matty?” Frank whispers gently, taking note of his dizziness. He’s seen Matt deal with his fair share of migraines, but he’s never seen anything quite this intense…

“E-Ears…” The barely audible mumble has an instant effect on Matt, the vibrations of his own voice making him go so pale Frank would have trouble telling the difference between Matt’s skin and a sheet of paper in this lighting.

Small snippets of Frankie Jr. resting his head on the dinner table suddenly rush to the front of Frank’s mind. How his son, just a toddler at the time, cupped his ears and said he felt like he was moving on a swingset a week or so after visiting the public pool. Spilt second images of his son’s face as he carries him to bed are quick to follow and Frank actually has to bite the inside of his cheek to bring himself back to the present.

He feels like a moron. The Hudson River is a fucking cesspit, of course Red would get an ear infection after getting shoved in it! And with his senses, Frank doesn’t even want to imagine the kind of pain he is in…

Another whimper has Frank shushing Matt like he’s some sort of spooked animal, sleep gone from his brain as he internally scrambles to figure out a solution.

What the fuck had they gone and done again for Frankie Jr.? He knows they didn’t just wait that shit out, it’d been a whole fucking ordeal that caused his son to have to stay home for a couple of days… It’s time’s like these Frank curses his body’s stubbornly good immunity. If he’d just had a goddamn ear infection growing up this wouldn’t be so hard freaking to remember.

“Hang on, Baby. Gotta look something up real quick, yeah?” Nervous to jostle Matt any further, he strategically extracts himself from the mattress, giving up the warmth of the blankets for the night-chilled air of the bedroom.

Retrieving his phone from its plug, the marine stubbornly ignores the stinging in his eyes as he punches their current predicament into the glaring white screen of google’s search bar.

‘What in the fuck fixes swimmwe ear???’

A few quick glances at the articles below tell Frank all he needs. Matt needs ear drops.

The walk to the nearest open drug store is a pain in the ass, but it’s one that Frank muscles through with the ease of a well disciplined soldier. He has only one goal, and that’s to get Matt his ear drops before the sun is up so they can both go back to sleep.

Turns out that is much easier said than done, because the place is built like a fucking maze and at this hour the amount of people to ask for directions is zilch. He must scour the aisles for at least half an hour before he finds the little shits, gritting his teeth with barely suppressed rage as he swipes the second-to-cheapest option off the metallic shelf.

He pays the dead-inside employee at the store front about 15 minutes later, neither one giving each other any more than a grunt of acknowledgment as the medicine is bought and bagged.

By the time that Frank gets back, his foot that the Irish fucked up is aching from the long walk, but he doesn’t dare use that rickety ass elevator.

He staggers up those poorly carpeted stairs like a god damn man, thank you very much.

“Matty? You up, Sweetheart?” Trying to tiptoe into a room with fucked up toe knuckles is pointless, he but finds himself trying anyways without really thinking about it.

God, his side of bed looks just like how he left it. Sheets open and inviting, waiting for him to nestle right back in… It would be so fucking easy too, to just crawl into them and sleep.

Matt’s shaky whimper snaps Frank back into focus, his right hand softly crinkling the brown paper of the shopping bag reminding him of his mission. “I know, I know… Quit you’re howlin’ and we can both go back to sleep.” He grumbles, but there’s no real heat behind his words, any and all bite gone from his bark upon seeing his lover’s furrowed brows.

His hands seem to remember what the fuck to do with the drops, cause before he knows it he’s got the package opened and the dropper positioned over one of Matt’s ear.

“Shhh... Jus’ got somethin’ for your ears, Red...” The box recommends 5-6 drops in each ear, but Frank only gets up to 3 before Matt chokes out a noise so awful that he has to stop. One of Matt’s hands find the front of his hoodie, zipper clinking as the man bunches the fabric in his shaking fist, jaw clenching so damn tightly Frank actually worry’s for the sake of his lover’s teeth. They both stay like that for what feels like ages, Matt’s chest struggling to slow its heaving as his ear tries adjusting to the foreign pressure of the medicine flooding it.

Frank’s lips find Matt’s clammy skin, stubble brushing against his brow line as he murmurs words of comfort, eyes squeezing shut in sympathy as he waits for Matt to adjust. “Okay, no more on this side, yeah? But we gotta do you’re other ear.”

He’s never seen Matt so out of it before, eyes half-lidded and lashes glistening wet with fresh tears… The silent scream of agony on his lover’s face when he rolls him over physically pains Frank heart, jumbled apologies and gentle kisses falling upon Red’s sweating face as he can do nothing but wait out the waves of dizzying pain with him.

“Doing so good, Red, you’re so good. I’m sorry, I’m sorry it hurts…” Frank whispers between presses of his lips, throat feeling tight. He can deal fatal shots to any thuggish asshole, cut the dick off of any pedo in the world, but putting these drops in Matt’s ears? Bringing himself to do it a second time around is feeling increasingly more difficult as the seconds tick by.

His hesitation must break through to Red in some way, because suddenly Matt’s hand is no longer clutching his sweatshirt, but his free hand instead. His grip is weaker, hand clammy like it would be during a fever, and somehow that’s all the more haunting to Frank.

Frank can deal with Red grabbing at his face as he resets a broken bone, digging his fingernails into one of his arms as he disinfects a particularly nasty wound, or instinctively headbutting Frank in the nose while attempting to reset a dislocated shoulder (it’s happened before), but this? Seeing his Matty so completely and utterly drained, losing that fiery look in his eyes? It’s fucking killing him inside.

“On the count of 3.” Frank takes a deep breath to steady his hands, closing his eyes so that he doesn’t have to look at Red’s pained expression. “1… 2… 3.” He squeezes much quicker than he did for the other ear, rapidly dripping 5 drops in quick succession down Matt’s ear canal.

Matt let’s out a sob this time and Frank ends up throwing the damned medicine across the room, the plastic material of the bottle bouncing off the brick wall and onto the hardwood floor with a clatter. He swears to fucking God if these drops end up doing more damage than good, he’s gonna kill whatever pharmaceutical experts created the damn stuff. “I know, I know, shhh… Shhh… I’m so sorry, Honey.. Fuck…”

Frank wipes at the streaming tears falling down Matt’s cheeks, heart panging as he watches his love shudder. Frank remains hunched over the top of Matt like that for a good fucking while, letting him take comfort in the feeling of his frame being boxed in by the marine. Frank watches the clock as the minutes tick by, and although Matt does eventually fall back asleep, his expression is still clouded with discomfort.

Frank looks around the bedroom, eyes catching on the spare blankets folded by the laundry basket. An idea sparks.

The need to empty his bladder has Matt waking up again around 9, head and ears aching, but thankfully no where near as bad as they had been last night. Sitting up, Matt grasps the sheets on either side of him, gritting his teeth as he waits for the swaying sensation to lessen its force before making his way to his feet. It isn’t until he’s finished relieving himself that Matt realizes the odd quietness of his flat. His ear’s aren’t exactly up to par at the moment, but he should at least be able to hear the neighbors. Is New York alright? Did he miss something big while he was sleeping? Where is Frank?

A careful walk into the living room has Matt stopping in his tracks for two reasons. Firstly, the stench of freshly applied duct tape is currently wafting from each and every crevice his apartment has to offer. From the slight cracks in the brick wall, to the small opening underneath the front door, it was all either taped off or stuffed with varying pieces cloth to muffle any intrusive sounds the outside may have.

Secondly, Frank is fast asleep, sat up against the wall outside of the bedroom, a mostly used roll of duct tap still being held in one hand. Other than the apartment’s appliances, Frank’s heartbeat and breathing are the only other sounds encompassing the home.

Matt had been reluctant to start another relationship at first, especially after Elektra... After all, when it came to unhealthy relationships, Matt has acquired quite a lengthy wrap sheet.

He can’t even imagine a world in which Elektra would’ve gone out of her way to do this for him. But Frank? Frank just did this without Matt even knowing that this is something he needed. Not to show off, not for the purpose of dragging praise out of Matt, but because Frank knew that this would make Matt’s situation just a bit more bearable when he woke up

Here, right now in this moment, with none other than Francis Antonio Castle snoring softly on his hardwood floor, Matt couldn’t possibly be more sure that he’s finally made the right choice.

[ae-azile]

Progression - Chapter 30 Preview (Part 3!)

I wasn't going to share another preview, but since it is Pride Month and Thailand legalized same sex marriage, it felt appropriate to share this scene - which can sort of stand alone, even if you don't follow this particular story but love ArmKhun. 🙂

Scene/One-Shot under cut:

Tankhun had planned a private laser show on the beach!

“We can still watch the laser show,” Arm says, sounding like he is incredibly nervous, “I don't see why we wouldn't. I didn't realize you planned something like that. I just…This morning, you said you wanted tonight to be low-key. I didn't realize you planned a surprise of some sort. So I planned this because…because I love you. I never thought falling in love was in the cards for me. I just didn't. But I have had feelings for you for years, and they have only grown stronger since we got together and…was this not good enough? I had them decorate a secluded bridge over a koi pond with your favorite flowers and tea lights. There is a string quartet playing the song we first slow danced to. Did I do something wrong?” 

“Yes!” Tankhun says accusingly, putting his hands on his hips. Arm’s expression immediately looks crestfallen and Tankhun would normally feel TERRIBLE for making Arm feel that way, even for a second. 

But Arm beat him. He came up with this beautiful proposal with just the right amount of romanticism and intimacy. Even if Tankhun still had the opportunity to one up this, he wouldn't be able to. The laser show was supposed to be private and fun. Tankhun was going to play dumb and act like it was a surprise for him too. Songs that had meaning to them were to play before the daunting question spelled itself out across the sky. It had been incredibly expensive to come up with and make happen within forty-eight hours, and it isn’t even going to happen. 

“You…” Tankhun tries to explain, then lets out a groan, pulls the box out of his pocket, and waves it in the air, “You ruined MY proposal! It is scheduled for midnight. That is just in twenty minutes, and you beat me! Do you know how long I have been carrying this ring? Almost nine months! You could have developed a healthy baby in your womb during that time, and don't say that isn't possible! You’ve ruined my proposal with your perfect one, so you get to be knocked up with our child in this scenario and not point out the flaws in my logic! I want a girl! Accept!” 

When Tankhun finally calms down enough to take in his boyfriend's demeanor once more, he sees that he's holding back a laugh. He thinks this catastrophe is funny. 

“Arm!” Tankhun says, stomping his foot once, “Stop.” 

“I'm sorry,” Arm says quickly, then steps closer, “If I had realized you were going to propose to me, I would have just let you do the honors. It was very daunting and stressful to plan this out.” 

“And you think I didn't have the same experience?” Tankhun asks, “You should have given me a head's up! I would have cast my plans aside and geared myself up for such a beautiful moment!” 

“You’re the one who should have given me a head’s up!” Arm says defiantly, “You’ve had a ring for longer. I only got this one right after Kim moved back into the compound.” 

Tankhun looks at Arm sullenly, “You have only wanted to marry me half the time I’ve wanted to marry you?” 

Arm lets out a groan and steps closer, “Of course not. I was fooling around with different designs for months. I wanted something that would represent your taste and personality. I was looking at different shops online, visiting stores during my free time, and making calls. I finally decided on an online store when I looked into customer reviews, but even then, I spent a long time trying to figure out what would work for you! You can be picky, Khun! And I wanted to get something you would love but would still compliment mine if I designed one for myself because I want everyone to know we belonged to each other. I know I said I didn't mind that your family didn't know back when we were keeping this a secret from them, and that was mostly true. Your reasons for keeping it from them for so long were valid. But I knew that I would face them - or even approach them alone - if you said yes. I love you, Khun. I love how smart and charismatic you are, how devoted you are to your brothers. You love my sisters and nieces like they're your blood, and I love that about you too. I love how you treat your fish like they're your children and how creative you are in so many different ways. I especially love how strange, dramatic, and demanding you can be-” 

“I have never been strange, dramatic, or demanding!” Tankhun says shrilly, only for Arm to take his face in his hands. 

“You are. And if you suddenly stopped being that way, I would hate it. I love everything about you and want to marry you because you're it for me.” 

Arm lets his hands drop at that point and Tankhun lets the words sink in. While he is still slightly frustrated his proposal plan was derailed by Arm’s proposal plans, that was a beautiful declaration of love. A bit of a ramble at times, but Arm is more introverted than he is and was never on the debate team like Tankhun was. And even though Tankhun has the skills to make a beautiful speech, he supposes he would also be flustered if the situation was reversed. 

The situation could have easily been reversed if Arm had just waited a little longer. But Tankhun does appreciate the effort he has put into this. 

“Let me see the ring,” Tankhun says, then realizes that sounds slightly demanding and is proving Arm right, “Would you please show me the ring?” 

“You don't have to ask. I was going to show you when I got down on one knee and you interrupted me.” 

“You took me by surprise!” Tankhun says, then lets out a sigh and pushes the box back towards Arm, “I'm sorry I ruined your proposal. But to be fair, you ruined mine first. Take two!” 

Arm stares at him in bewilderment, “Huh?” 

“It means try again. Sheesh, Arm! Don't you watch any of the behind the scenes clips I send you for the dramas we binge?” Tankhun says, then pushes on Arm’s shoulders, “Go on. Get on one knee. I’ll be quiet this time, I promise!” 

“You promise?” Arm asks cautiously but slowly starts to lower himself to the floor of the bridge. Once he is fully in position, Tankhun nods in approval and Arm takes it as a signal to go ahead. 

“Tankhun,” Arm starts as he looks up at him, “I’ve cared for you since the first day I met you and loved you since that day my biological father unexpectedly visited the compound to bug me about money and you punched him so hard that he fell into the pool-” 

“That was five years ago!” Tankhun cuts in with surprise, but then lets out a laugh, “That was really funny! I punched him in front of all the guards! Even Chan laughed and…Sorry. I interrupted. Continue.” 

Arm smiles a little, then pulls the box out again, “I’ve loved you a little more and more each day - both the good ones and bad. I didn't think it was possible to love someone more, but when you made your feelings known too, I felt emotions I had never experienced. They were terrifying, exhilarating, and a comfort, and I will cherish you and what I feel for you every single day for the rest of our lives. Will you marry me?” 

When Arm shows him the ring, it's beautiful. It's a rose gold band with a larger inlay of a dark green stone, and a smaller one underneath that is white. It will stand out, but still be sleek and subtle, just like Arm’s is. 

In fact - other than the inlay colors - it looks a LOT like the one Tankhun made him. 

“Did you order that from this site?” Tankhun asks, pulling out his phone to look up the site in question.

Arm leans in to look at it, “How did you know?” 

“I had to pay so much in shipping costs just to get them to do yours!” Tankhun says, “I can't believe they profited so much from our love!” 

“Malai helped me out with it. She has embassy connections from her old job and access to an address they would freely ship to,” Arm says, “I didn't have to pay for the ridiculous fee they were asking for that way.”

“Ugh, I should have asked around!” Tankhun says, “I thought about it, but I didn't want word to get back to Pa and-” 

“Tankhun, you still haven't answered.” 

Tankhun gives him an exasperated look, “Well, of course it's a yes. I literally planned a proposal. You thought there was a chance of me saying no? You're so silly, Arm. You know, for someone so smart, you can be unsure of the undying and unconditional love myself and others have for you and-”

Before Tankhun can finish, Arm is back on his feet, slipping the ring onto Tankhun's left ring finger, and pulling him in for a deep kiss. Tankhun fully returns it as he wraps his arms around his boyfriend's shoulders and pulls him closer. 

His fiancé’s shoulders. Because that is what Arm is now. His fiancé. 

“So you talked to Malai about this and she didn't tell me even though we are going to be lawyers together,” Tankhun says with a sigh, “Did you tell the rest of your sisters?” 

“Just Hansa,” Arm says, still holding him close, “I figured Nalin and Preeda would bombarde me with different suggestions on how to ask you, which would just overwhelm me more. But other than Malai and Hansa, I told Pol.” 

Tankhun feels a jolt of annoyance, “I told Pol! I can't believe he knew we would have conflicting plans to propose to each other and he just let it happen!” 

“To be fair, he risked pissing both of us off if he would have said anything.” 

…That's true. 

“Did you ask Pa or Kinn for their permission?” Tankhun asks. 

Arm shakes his head, “It's your decision. Not theirs. I don't think either of us need their permission for this. We are our own people.” 

Tankhun grins at that, brings him in for another kiss, then cups his face, “I only told Pol and Nam at first, but I ended up telling Kim and Kinn on weed brownie night. Everyone approves.” 

“Even Kinn?” 

“He was much more supportive than I thought he would be,” Tankhun says, “Granted, that brownie hit him hard. He was concerned about having cancer. He thought there was a freckle on his nail bed, so I suppose his impending doom made him prioritize his concerns. It turned out to be speck from a marker when your nieces begged him to color with them. All of that worrying for nothing! But the few people who do know have been very supportive.” 

“Good,” Arm murmurs, “I'm glad.” 

“Me too,” Tankhun says gently, then kisses him once more. He could stay in this moment forever. 

Except…

“The laser show will start any minute!” Tankhun says with a shout as he breaks off the kiss, then presses his finger against Arm’s chest, “This didn't happen, okay? This proposal can re-enter your mind after I propose to you, but for now? You have to pretend to be surprised.” 

Arm bites back a smile, “Ah. Of course. So you said there was a good view of the beach over this way?” 

Tankhun preens under Arm’s willingness to play along, “I did! I can't wait to show you. I just thought of it a few minutes ago, but it's a new moon tonight. The sky should be dark and the stars will be easier to see. Oh, look! A string quartet! I wonder why they're here?” 

And while he hears Arm break character by laughing at the remark, Tankhun lets it slide. As soon as they are on the blanket and the laser show starts, complete with songs and impressive graphics, Arm is sucked in. And despite having a general idea of what the show is made up of, Tankhun finds himself sucked in as well. When the words, “Will you marry me?” are made up with a group of lit up drones, Tankhun lets out a sound of delight before sitting up. 

“Look at that!” Tankhun says, pointing at the sky, “I wonder who that is for?” 

“I wonder,” Arm says. When Tankhun glances down at him, he is taken aback when he sees tears glistening in Arm’s eyes. 

“Are you crying?” Tankhun asks, then glances up at the sky, “Is it that bad? I went with both privacy and technology, which are both things you like-”

“I loved it,” Arm says, his voice gruff, then quickly wipes his eyes, “And I'm not crying.” 

“Lies!” Tankhun declares, then claps his hands, “I moved you that much! So? Does that mean yes? Or are you not sure?” 

Arm squints at that, “Why do you think I wouldn't be sure? I just proposed to you less than ten minutes ago-”

“Shhh!” Tankhun says, hushing him, “Remember our agreement. That particular memory is wiped from our minds until my proposal has passed and we can make both proposal stories fun and sweet anecdotes to tell our seven daughters later.” 

“Seven?” 

Tankhun huffs, “I was robbed of sisters, Arm! There are plenty of reasons I call Kimberly by what should have been his name. I would have been a wonderful older brother to girls and I got younger brothers instead! Let me be a girl dad! I was cheated!"

“I am sure Kinn and Kim are both very grateful that things worked out the way they did.” 

“They better be,” Tankhun says, “So what do you say? Seven daughters? I was thinking one who is biologically yours, one who is biologically mine, one who is a surprise, and four adopted.” 

“...I am not opposed to having all girls.” 

“I didn't think you would be,” Tankhun says, “It suits you, being outnumbered by your sisters and nieces. Let's add onto the count-” 

“But I think we should only have two.” 

“Six.” 

“Three?” 

“Five!” 

“Four,” Arm says with a pointed finality. And even though four is technically closer to Arm’s original number than Tankhun's original number, he will accept it for now. There could always be a surprise twin or triplet that will pop up in their future surrogate’s pregnancy, or a group of several sisters who deserve to have the same home with two loving parents, or-

“Can we focus on the engagement and wedding planning before we have babies?” Arm asks, “We can look into egg donors or adoption websites as soon as we get back from the honeymoon, but-” 

“You need to say yes first.” 

“Hm?” 

Tankhun sighs, “You got on me about not giving you a clear answer to your proposal to me, but now you are delaying giving an answer to my proposal! It's rude, Arm! Not to mention hypocritical. We can only be engaged if you say yes.” 

“Even though you said yes to me already?” 

Tankhun raises an eyebrow, “You really need to learn how to roleplay. We shall add it to our sex lives and practice in the bedroom.” 

Arm sputters at that and while Tankhun genuinely enjoys making him this flustered, he wants a real answer. 

“Do you need to see the ring before you say yes or no?” Tankhun asks, pulling out the box again. It's only when he flips it open that he realizes how dark it is. 

“I don't need to be able to see the ring to tell you yes,” Arm tells him. 

“Fine, but hold onto your answer until you see it!” Tankhun says dismissively, “I worked really hard at designing it and I'm proud of it! I think you will really like it!” 

As Tankhun turns on the flashlight from his phone, Arm looks down at the ring and his smile gets wider. 

“It's a very nice ring. I love it.” 

“Good,” Tankhun says with a nod, then takes it out of the box and has it ready between his fingers, “You can give me your answer now.” 

Arm holds his left hand out and lets Tankhun hold it, “Yes. I will marry you.” 

Tankhun finds himself smiling ear to ear. And maybe - just maybe - there are tears in his eyes too. 

[starmybrainrot]

Hi!

May I request how bts members first met their partner?

Thank you 😊

np bb <3 sorry i was so late to answer- i had to make sure they made sense.

ALSO- Lmk if you’d like to see any of these adapted into full-length fics

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How BTS Members Got With Their Partner

Jin

A mutual friend. During college, the stress of studying had put too much pressure on your relationship. Your boyfriend left you for another girl in your class, and it hit you pretty hard. To get you out of the rut, your friend decided to set you up on a blind date. “Trust me!” She’d said. “He’s totally your type.” You didn’t trust her at all, but you still went out. Might as well. You went to a barbecue place and about ten minutes later, a tall,very handsome guy appeared. Immediately, you were a bit more nervous. You still didn’t think he’d be your type, but my lord was he pretty. It was a sweet date. Lots of laughing, a tiny bit of wholesome flirting. He paid in return for showing up late. You’d agreed to go on another date with him. You still weren’t head-over-heels, but he was nice. And so started a courtship. Every two weeks or so, he’d find a way to take you on a date. Dinner, an arcade, the aquarium, a cafe. Picture-perfect, but a very human energy. He wasn’t a boy from a drama, he was just a sweet person who wanted you to be happy. After a couple months of this, he officially asked you to be his partner. “I know we’ve been dating for a bit, but I wanted to know if you’d like to be official. I like you a lot, Y/N. Could I be your boyfriend?” Of course, you said yes.

Yoongi

The need for sleep. When Yoongi moved to Seoul and started all his jobs, he gradually stopped making new friends. There just wasn’t enough time for it. You yourself were powering through a couple jobs to pay for college and rent. At one of these jobs, you two often had the same shift. You weren’t super close, but he’d been kind enough before the burnout set in. You still said hi and talked somewhat, but it was professional. However, when he started slowing down, you started getting worried for him. Something was up with his shoulder or something. One day, you offered a spare key to your apartment. “You seem exhausted all the time. I’m kind of scared you’ll fall on your walk home or something. I live right up the block and it’s really quiet. If you ever wanted to crash there, you could.” Shockingly, he accepted the offer. He started crashing once every couple weeks or so. Most of the time he’d just sleep in the couch and leave before you woke up. But sometimes, you two would talk. You got to know how talented he was, that he’s going to be a musician. Over time, you fell for him. And he started falling for you. You’d stuck with him through all of the physical and mental struggles of his training and debut. You were the person he was most comfortable with, no doubt about it. And one day, on one of your typical crash-days, he asked you out by mistake. He hadn’t meant to, but it ended up working out for the two of you.

Hobi

A dance competition. During his pre-debut days, Hobi was already a well-known dancer. One of the things he would do was go to showcases and competitions. Even if it was something he’d already applied to or won, you can always learn from new dancers. One of these competitions was a co-ed competition. Groups of mainly guys, groups of mainly girls, mixed groups. All of them competed against each other. It wasn’t super serious- you only won about ₩1500 and you got to say you won it. Still, it was a fun semi-annual competition. During the second 2012 competition, he was doing it for the last time. He was more determined to win that usual. Given that he was about to debut in a group, he didn’t know if he’d ever have time to compete again. It was your second time competing- last time you’d almost won. Got to the quarter-finals of the tournament, but not last that. You didn’t win this time, but you got to the finals. It was your group and Hobi’s group vying for the win. It was close, but you’d ended up losing. You weren’t as beat-down as you thought you would’ve been- it more cemented your need to come back again. Victory was so close. One more time and you could get it. On your way out of the studio, Hobi had run up on you. He was out of breath and grinning. He explained that he was so scared he was going to lose, and right when you were about to yell at him for gloating, he asked for help. “I want to know how you fall down so smoothly. That handless cartwheel into a split? I can do that, but I don’t know how to transition. It was like you melted into the ground.” He asked for your number, because if you ever had a free day he’d want to practice with you. You guys became dance buddies, and even after his debut you’d still practice sometimes. He broke BigHit’s “no dating” rule after a couple months and asked you put.

Namjoon

The gym. Even though he enjoys working out alone, it’s not terrible to have a gym buddy. One day, while you two were doing cardio at the same time. You’d kind of forgotten you were there alone, so you were just talking to your friend. He didn’t mean to, but he started eavesdropping. You made a joke to your friend- something about a human hamster wheel not being practical. “Imagine it unhooks and I just go flying down the street. Explain that to an ER nurse.” Despite it not being particularly funny, he laughed at it. While he was having a water break, you walked past him to leave. He told you that he liked your joke about the hamster wheel, and you two just had a superficial conversation about your favorite exercises. After going at the same time a few times by accident, he asked for your number and you started going together on purpose. Your relationship grew from there.

Jimin

Out clubbing. In an effort to avoid the pressure of celebrity life, Jimin started frequenting more clubs- ones that people didn’t go to, ones that tons of people went to. The goal was just to have fun and forget about fame. You started frequenting clubs because of music and liquor. Pretty good combination. You’d gone to the bar to get a whiskey sour, but your friend had your wallet and you didn’t know where they were. Out of muscle memory of kindness or pure impulse, paid for you. He had no clue why, and neither did you. But it was a good decision. You started up a conversation with him as you drank. Obviously, you knew who he was. But you didn’t make a big deal out of it- there was no way he came here for the paparazzi. It wasn’t a deep conversation, just jokes about the people in there. He was great to talk to, and even in the dark purple light, he glowed. You asked for his number when he was about to go, but he said no. He said he didn’t really like to give it out. “But if we ever run into each other again, I might.” You agreed. He went back to that club a few nights that week to make sure you weren’t a stalker. You actually ended up running into him at a different club. He was the one who came up to you. True to his word, he gave you his number. You two decided to talk and dance with each other all night. The next morning, while battling a hangover, you got a message from Jimin. “Hey, Y/N. Hope your head doesn’t hurt too bad. Lmk if you’d ever want to go out sometime. I’d love to talk without yelling over ppl.”

Tae

A café. Cafés are quiet and pretty. Much like the boy who started coming to your favorite one. It was a study spot for you- good food, good music, good atmosphere. Good, good, good. You’d sit in the back, alone at this round table. He’d sit at a little table a few paces away. One day, the café was busier than normal. His table was filled up, so he asked if he could sit at the other end of yours. You said yes, it’s just a table. He wasn’t very talkative, but he smiled a lot. Between bites of food or spurts of typing, he would check his messages and clearly try to hold in a laugh. He had a very stern, cold face, but it was obvious that he was a funnier and happier person than it seemed. He’d sit at the end of your table when it was busy, and because of that, you started to develop a bit of a crush on him. You didn’t realize the crush he had on you. He loved the way your nose crunched when you focus, the way your eyes lit up when your coffee came over, how concentrated you’d get on your work. Your existence was pretty to him. You ended up asking each other out at the same time. Both of you had reached your breaking point and just blurted it out. The coincidence made you laugh to hard you almost got kicked out.

Jungkook

An art class. When he started learning to draw and paint more, he decided to take a couple classes. It was fun, the class- very calm with very talented students and teachers. Something this teacher prioritized was teamwork. Art is personal, yes. But if you ever make it your job, you may need to work with others. So she put everyone in groups. You had to use all the techniques you’d learned to depict what you would define “beauty” as. You, Jungkook, and a third person we’re paired together. This third person bailed, and while you worked on your painting, you bonded over a mutual annoyance for this guy. It wasn’t mean, more of a running joke between new friends. About a month and a half later, when the project was done, Jungkook asked if you wanted to keep hanging out. “Like go get a coffee or see a movie or something.” He was sort of nervous and it was cute, so you agreed. How could you not?

[winderlylandchime]

Thank you so much. We are all doing much better and in true fashion of my family we somehow have managed to turn it all into laughter. But I do come bearing gifts! Aka random updates about the man that according to my parents I am related to even though I have doubts.

-He burned down his kitchen… twice…in 1 week. All is good, he is good but he did learn a valuable lesson that noodles need water. And that lighting a candle with a paper on fire is NOT a smart move. He is on first name bases with the fire department already though because last year he got his hand stuck in a vase and walked to their station with it and then proceeded to ask if he can go down their pole (he was allowed)
-He made 3 of his (new) friends watch qaf (prom ep and first 4 of s2) and it was INSANE! I felt like I was watching straight men watch Super Bowl. A lot of “WHAT THE FUCK MAN?! GO TO THE FUCKING PROM!” And my all time favorite his friend going “I can’t fucking believe I am rooting for a 30 year old man to crash a fucking prom to get his 18 year old boyfriend back” and my brother screaming at him “STOP USING YOUR FUCKING LOGIC WHEN WATCHING THIS SHOW! IT WILL RUIN IT!”

-Brian the cat had to wear a tiny shirt because he had to have surgery (nothing serious all is good!) and of course my brother made him his very own Brian shirt. My mom said that the vet was very confused by the “I have more balls than the other Brian” shirt… Which, I for real had no clue he put that on the shirt until my mom sent me pics

-he is still very very obsessed with QAF. Any time he or anyone in my family makes an inappropriate comment, he immediately follows it up with ‘Bri Bri would love that one’

-he made our mom and dad watch it in June and he only got into an argument over Brian 1 time. He stormed out and then 10 minutes later came back bc he realized it’s his apartment

-mom and dad both hate Craig. And Mikey. And Ben. And Lindsey and Mel pissed them off too. Dad felt bad about that one bc i was there (i was confused bc im not a fan of them either tbh) so he donated money to a lesbian org to make up for his guilt to which my brother responded by calling him a bitch and saying ‘gay rights! But fuck those two’

-He joined a painting club. He sucks at painting but wanted to try it out and “plus it can’t hurt, worst case, I make some new friends” he forced me to go with him (he’s been very lovely during this grieving journey) and we walked into a painting class full of senior citizens. He thought the “seniors painting club” meant 18+. He made friends with all of them by talking shit about politics. Except the lady named Susie, he got on her good side after he snuck alcohol in and tried to ID her for it.

-he got a tattoo of a duck with a knife and a speech bubble that says ‘duck around and find out’ dad stopped talking to him for 4 days bc of it

-He tried 3 times in May to quit smoking and failed each time because “the world is pissing me off, it’s either this or murder and we all know im crazy enough” however he succeeded it in July due to the next update

-The man went on dates!!!! That’s right plural!!!! It was a mess! But a lovely mess. And a whole ass story that I got to witness first hand because I stayed at my parents over summer. honestly this was the one thing that I was SO excited to tell you guys about if he allowed it (which he did and im typing it up as we speak)

-oh and he also had to have another small surgery on his leg in September and was on crutches for a month but somehow (see update above) he was a lot more chill about it (not really, he was still his usual chaotic dumb self but he actually slept/ate/rested when told (you guessed it due to the above update)

-and last one he said i have to share if I want permission to share the story, which is that the Shrek playlist works. His date found it hilarious on their official real first date and couldn’t stop laughing once the realization kicked in that it’s accidentally in love over and over.

Dear sweet anon!! I am screaming because you have been so missed! I legit had people who would say to me "remember anon and brother anon?" and we would wish you both well. I am so excited to have you back.

HE BURNED HIS KITCHEN DOWN NOT ONCE BUT TWICE AND THE FIRE DEPT ALREADY KNOWS HIM. Of course. Of course. Why would this not be true?

Imagining a group of straight men watching QAF and responding like it's a sport is... well, an image. And your brother is very correct, we can't think too long about some parts of the show otherwise the ick is there.

I am cackling about your parents watching the show and your dad feeling so guilty for hating the lesbians that he donated to a lesbian cause. It's okay Dad Anon, the lesbians hate Mel and Linds. They're written horribly and there's so much biphobia. It's cringe (again one of the things we can't think too hard about).

Your brother joining a seniors' painting club is giving Ted on Schitt's Creek dancing with the old ladies. The pun in his tattoo would be one that Ted would be proud of too. Sorry Dad Anon. (My parents hate my tattoos too and none of them make any reference to a curse word)

Listen, I got spouse to quit smoking when we were still in our flirting stage. We were in grad school in one of those long seminars that require a break and they said "Do you want to come have a smoke break with me?" And I responded, "You smoke?" with alllllll the judgment in my voice. And they literally never smoked again. Things people will do for the horny.

Okay I'm leaving dating to the next update because I've read ahead (my spouse hates that I love spoilers but here we are - they have healthy lungs and are married to someone who will read the end of a book first).

YALL IT'S A DOOZY.

[yall-hate-kids-tourney]

Yukari Takeba (Persona 3)

Y'all Hate Teens propaganda

Persona 3 spoilers; cw child death

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The majority of Yukari hate revolves around her actions in Persona 3 The Answer, which takes place after the main game. She's mourning the death of the MC (who she was in love with) and her attitude becomes worse, but she has every right to act that way! She's faced many tragedies in her life and she just lost another person she cared about, of course she's not going to be in the best state. At some point in The Answer, Yukari almost made the decision to travel back in time and save the MC at the expense of the world, however she ultimately learned from her mistakes and comes to terms with the MC's sacrifice. People hate her because she was grieving someone she loved and almost made some irrational choices, but they ignore her character development that came after it.

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(p3 spoilers obviously) shes a triple threat shes a teenager shes a girl and the shit people get on her case about is specifically a blend of trauma (homelife got significantly worse after her dad died n the mistreatment she and her mom received due to the incident that Literally Killed Her Dad being viewed as his fault being bad enough that they had to move) and completely reasonable things to do in her situation (like looking into what is being hidden from her by someone she has to trust while fighting actual monsters that can kill people). i havent played the answer in full yet but i will defend its premise and specifically yukari's actions cause It Hasnt Even Been A Full Month Since Her Friend Inexplicably Died and unlike the other character deaths in the game it was seemingly completely random and intangible and (at the time) without meaning of course shes not gonna react well to that even in the best of circumstances and its extremely not the best of circumstances

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"God forbid a teenage girl have unhealthy trauma responses and not immediately try to be besties with the Male Characters, when those same male characters are objectifying and sexualizing her. 

Guys, she saw a video of her dad DYING, and you expect her to immediately go ""Okay. That sucks, but we have to move forward."" NO! shes GOING to freak out!!! And of COURSE she would be all over the place during the answer, HER FRIEND/BOYFRIEND LITTERALLY DIED SAVING THE WORLD! UGHHH. 

(And now theres the whole Homophobic Yukari shit going around. Maybe I'm just weird, but I don't find it funny? ""It's stopping the Yukari hate"" it's just a new wave of Yukari hate don't kid yourself)"

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People call her a bitch for grieving realistically and not constantly capitulating to the player's waifu-sim ideals. one of the last persona girls who felt like she had a purpose as a character other than pure player appeal, and she's ridiculed for it. she's honestly very likable, realistic, and well-written. 

[xylaes]

AUGUST DWC DAY 3 - POSSIBILITY

Xylaes wiggled the fingers of his left hand, staring down at his bare arm with a noticeable frown as the magical runes continued to refuse to show themselves. He had tried pinching it, slapping it, punching it, and even tried using it while sparring and training to no avail. The runes continued to remain dormant only until he was in imminent danger where he would have no alternate escape. The predictable unpredictability of it all was, at best, an annoyance.

After having spent the majority of his life skilled in the arcane, it was a massive loss to have his magic stripped from him as a part of his sentence decades ago. To this day it was still incredibly painful. ‘Even worse than losing an arm’ he silently mused to himself. And after the Shadowlands, he would know.

Now, he had the ability literally at his fingertips and he couldn’t figure out how to make it work properly. There was still plenty of lingering trauma from the limb replantation that happened in Maldraxxus, but as gruesome and horrible as that was, it had given him something back that he thought to be lost forever. If only he could make sense of this foreign arm and familiar magic. That was probably the most frustrating part of it all, he was already well-versed in arcane magic, why was this so difficult? 

An intriguing thought had crossed his mind multiple times.There was always the possibility that this wasn’t actually arcane, even though it felt like it was. …Didn’t it? It had been about twenty years since he had truly known the touch of that magic, and a lot had happened in between, so he knew he could be very wrong about that feeling.

Catching sight of Garren approaching out of the corner of his eye, he pulled his sleeve back into place and returned his attention to the cigarette in hand. A brief smile was offered to his son as he sat down nearby. Their relationship had somewhat improved over the last few months during their time working together on the mercenary crew, but Xylaes was pretty sure that Garren still wouldn’t be calling him ‘dad’ anytime soon. So much had happened, and he was a grown man at this point who had his own separate set of worries and traumas to deal with; Xylaes wasn’t entirely sure how to relate to him at times.

Much to his inner dismay, he found himself extending his case of cigarettes in offering towards Garren. Immediate regret and awkwardness, why did he do that? Father of the year right here.

Garren simply gave an amused look before thankfully waving away the offer. Thank Elune he had inherited his mother’s smarts.  “....I need you to help me with something, but you’re not going to like it. But this is something I need to be able to move forward.” 

Xylaes sat up straighter, stubbing his cigarette out on the bottom of his boot. He was an intuitive man and had spent the better part of his life exploiting people for his work in the military. He could almost always tell when someone was lying to him, or when someone was trying to use him. Hard to manipulate the manipulative. “I’m listening.”

“I need to see mom.”

Xy knew this was going to happen one day, although he didn’t expect to be the one who was asked to help. But it made sense. He was familiar with Maldraxxus, and he had been branded with the House of the Chosen symbol to allow him safe passage around the land. It was just the matter of ‘how to get there’ that plagued him. The public portals to Oribos had been sealed years ago, which was honestly for the best. Being able to traverse between Azeroth and the afterlife was not a wise idea for anyone. Especially for those like him who had lost someone only to find them again within the Shadowlands. But maybe…

There was a small part of him that immediately disliked Garren for asking this of him, but he understood the need. “I don’t think that’s a wise idea.”

“I’m gonna try to do it with or without your help.”

Xylaes’s jaw clenched as he glanced away. Of course he would go that route, he was his son after all. Better for him to help than anyone else, right?  “I can’t make you any promises, I don’t know if it can even be done anymore. But I can try to help.” But maybe…seeing Callia didn’t necessarily mean physically going into Maldraxxus, maybe that would be enough.

@daily-writing-challenge @garrennorassin

[nanastya-pop-uwu]

Hello everyone, there have been no posts from me for a long time .. And today in this post I want to tell you about my fan character. Hope you like it :)

Well let's get started.Her name is Kato Izumi...she is from Japan with American roots..because she had distant relatives from America.Since childhood, she dreamed of becoming a scientist .. that she will become one in the future.When she was 3 years old, she studied English .. and from the age of 5 she could speak it fluently .. When Kato was 6 years old, she and her parents briefly moved to a float .. or rather for 3 months ..Of course, kato went to school there .. and she ended up in a class where flint studies .. When they started laughing at flint because of his unsuccessful invention, kato was the only one who did not laugh at him .. she was very interested in the invention of flint ..they eventually became friends and became best friends.. Kato always defended her friend.. if someone dared to call him strange.. or crazy.. or some other offensive words... But 3 months passed and Kato and his parents had to return to Japan ..It was hard for Kato to part with Flint, as it was for him with her... when they promised that when they grow up they will definitely meet.In film:

Kato and his father return to float after 10 years..kato meets flint..they were happy to see each other after many years..in the movie she will be spot with sam and flint..help so to speak. (I can't explain exactly, but I will explain everything in the future).. In the series:

Kato and his father are returning to the float since Kato was invited to study as an exchange student. she gets into flint's class with sam... flint recognized her immediately.. and at first they didn't like sam.. but soon flint became friends with her.. Kato did not immediately become friends with her .. but after a few days she was able to get along with her and they became best friends ..

Interesting facts about my AU:

1.In my AU, Kato and Flint will get married and have two kids.. but Kato won't be with Flint for long..kato will die during an accident at the laboratory .. where she went on a business trip with a flint..

2.After Kato's death, Flint marries Sam.

3.Kato has a terrible fear of clowns

4.Since childhood, Kato has had poor eyesight somewhere around -5

well, I told you some interesting facts .. I hope they will be interesting to you .. of course I told Istria briefly .. but over time you will learn more about it :)

I will really hope that you will like it ... rather, I will tell you more about my AU on this .. I hope you will also be interested :)

If you have any questions or you want to ask me them .. but I will always be happy to answer them :)

But that's all for today, see you soon :)

I love and hug you all <3

[chloecherrysip]

Hey, i'm just gonna do some musing on the last scene of the Mario Movie under the cut and how long I think it takes the brothers to get to that point, because I feel like my opinion on this is sort of at odds with others I've seen?

(spoilers, obviously!)

This is just my own opinion, no ill will intended to anyone who's done this, but every time I see a fanwork that's basically like "Mario and Luigi literally make the decision to move to the Mushroom Kingdom THE VERY SAME NIGHT AS THE FIGHT WITH BOWSER" or that they even go back to the Mushroom Kingdom immediately afterwards with everyone else and don't even have to think about it too hard, I am BEWILDERED and CONFUSED??????

I know that Mario saw a lot of beauty and wonder in the world, but the brothers were only there for MAYBE two to three days at most (if we're assuming the traveling montage wasn't longer than it seemed). I would assume they've lived their entire lives in Brooklyn, maybe even in that very same apartment/house we see, considering all the photos on the walls. Like, they GREW UP there. And while their family has its problems and general dysfunction like all families do, there's clearly a lot of love there as well! I just always think to that moment where they come home and everyone looks very happy to greet them/welcome them in. They clearly have relationships here and connections, and after maybe even thinking they'd never see their family again for a while there in the Mushroom Kingdom, you'd think they'd want to spend a little time after all that whirlwind just being close to their mom and dad and other loved ones, helping rebuild the street block from all the damage, etc.

(Maybe that's just really boring and other people don't care about the family stuff, they KNOW Mario and Luigi eventually end up as residents of the Mushroom Kingdom so just skip all the in-between already, but it matters to me, OKAY)

I like to imagine the eventual decision to live in a different world as one that takes weeks, if not months to figure out. And during that time, they still visit the Mushroom Kingdom plenty, of course! They have tea with Peach and explore Toad Town and visit the Kongs and go on little adventures and help out with conflicts and Luigi gets to have a good time and see the nice parts of the world, FINALLY, and all of this strengthens the friendships they've made. And as time goes on, they start to realize that they want to stay more and more until eventually, it's an easy choice to make. :)

And during this in-between part, I want Peach to come visit them in the regular world too!!! CONSIDERING SHE IS LIKELY FROM THIS WORLD AND HAS ALWAYS BEEN CURIOUS ABOUT HER ORIGINS, WHY WOULDN'T SHE???? She probably can't steal away TOO much considering her position, but I just have the biggest smile on my face imagining Mario and Luigi taking her to all their favorite shops/restaurants and her being endlessly fascinated by the silliest little things and the parents trying to AGGRESSIVELY matchmake every chance they get, lol. I just love the Mario & Peach & Luigi dynamic and want to see both brothers becoming closer with her in their own ways, what can I say. <3

Also, it's kind of funny to imagine that what pushes them over the edge re: moving is Peach's offer to build them a house for free. A WHOLE HOUSE??? FOR FREE??? WHILE THE GOING RENT IN BROOKLYN IS OUT OF CONTROL??? This may be the only chance the brothers get to move out of their parents' house without it costing an arm and a leg and by god, they're going to take it and run with it

(Yes, that last point is a little TOO real, sob)