#hands in his pockets im dying tbh

[luvscharlos]

so tiny 🤏🏼

[rafecameronsslut4ever]

STAR SHOPPING — charles leclerc (angst, smut)

pairing; fem!reader x charles leclerc summary: look at the sky tonight, all of the stars have a reason. warnings: angst angst angst angst, little bit of smut (very less tbh), dying relationship a/n: ifuckfuckfukc. im not good at writing summaries, i guess. alsososo, this is inspired by lil peep's song, 'star shopping' (rip to that angel). love the song, love you.

charles massaged his temple, debating whether it would be worth it.

it was reckless, sure. a stupid gamble. but he’d made it anyway. he wasn't going to back down from a challenge.

the text from carlos glared at him, a void pulling him in, daring him to take the leap.

carlos Party at Twiga, join us bro!

he slipped his phone back into his pocket and turned to her. “i’ll be back in the morning,” he murmured, pressing a light kiss to her temple.

she nodded but didn’t say a word.

he knew she didn’t care anymore. and why would she?

promises, once bright as fireworks, had dulled to faint whispers she could barely hear over the noise of his world. he wasn’t the man she deserved, not anymore.

but god, she was everything to him. so much more than perfect, more than anything he thought he’d ever deserve.

but he wasn't worth it.

she was losing her patience, and he didn't blame her.

he first saw the cracks in their relationship months ago.

one conversation a week—if that—was all he could give her. he’d call her late at night from hotel rooms, his voice tired from exhaustion, apologising for being so far away.

“it’s okay,” she’d say every time, but her tone told him it wasn’t.

when he was home, his hands would find her waist, lips trailing down her neck, her collarbone, her chest. she’d arch into him, sighs warm against his skin, and for a moment, everything would feel right.

but this wasn’t about her. it was about his need for her, his desperation to feel close to her again.

his fingers trailed lower, her eyes fluttered shut, and he saw his own desperation in her expression.

she still loved him, he was fucking sure of it.

and the knowledge only sent him spiralling as if it were the only thought in his head.

her name a chant, a prayer, a mantra.

her name left his lips over and over, a plea she didn’t answer.

because she wouldn’t look at him. not once.

and that hurt more than anything.

he kissed her again, and she moaned against him, nails raking his back. he pressed harder, wanting her to feel, to see how much he needed her.

her hands moved to tangle in his hair, and he could feel her body tightening around him.

he pulled back, looking down at her.

"look at me," he murmured. "look at me, chérie."

her eyes were a void, and he could feel himself falling.

falling into her, and then, falling out.

out of her life, out of the apartment they shared, out of the city he promised he'd always come home to.

falling into a chasm that would take everything. everything he had, everything he was.

he fell, and she watched.

"do you still love me?" he asked.

she diverted her eyes, "yes."

her friends didn’t make it easier, either. they saw the missed dinners, the empty seat beside her at gatherings. they whispered that she deserved better, and charles hated that he agreed with them.

but he was working on it, he really was.

he was trying to make something of himself, to be someone worth her time. he spent hours at the track, pouring everything into his career. because maybe, just maybe, if he could prove his worth to the world, he could prove it to her too.

make his money, and drive his car.

he didn’t pick up her calls as often as he should have.

it wasn’t because he didn’t want to—he just didn’t know how to face the guilt in her voice. he was already so stretched thin, trying to balance racing and everything else.

his exes had hated this part of him too, the way he disappeared into his own world.

but she was different.

she didn’t hate him for it; she just wanted to understand.

and maybe that’s what made it harder.

her family didn't like him either. they thought him unreliable, uncommitted, and too much in his own world.

he wasn't the person her family wanted him to be.

he couldn’t blame them, though.

but she would just shake her head at that, arms wrapped tightly around him. “i don’t care about that, charles. i want you.”

her words should have been a comfort; a reassurance, but they felt like another weight added to the ones he already carried.

her faith in him was suffocating. they fought over it, a lot.

"charles, it was important to me!" she shouted, hands raising in the air from anger.

"what did you expect? what the fuck did you want me to do?" he shouted back, his anger matching hers.

"something! anything! you never think about me."

"of course i do!"

"you promised, charles. you said you'd be there." she ended, eyes shutting close from the tears welling in her eyes.

and there was the night before he left for vegas.

they sat together on the balcony, the stars blinking above them. he couldn’t stop looking at her, the way her hair moved slightly from the breeze, the way her fingers traced patterns on the glass of her wine.

“do you think the stars have a reason to shine?” he asked suddenly.

she looked at him, surprised. “i think we all have a reason,” she replied after a few seconds of silence.

he nodded, swallowing hard. “i hope you know you’re mine.”

she smiled faintly, but it didn’t reach her eyes.

it was 3:14 am now.

charles stared out at the sea from where he sat in his car. he had left the party early.

his phone vibrated, with her name flashing across the screen.

he didn’t answer. not because he didn’t want to, but because he didn’t know what to say.

all he could do was look at the sky that night, wondering if the stars above her were the same ones above him.

and if they were, maybe they’d shine a little brighter—for her, if not for him.

[bbyquokka]

Drive ♡*.✧

➥ pairing: Lee Minho x F!Reader

➥ genre: smut, 18- DNI

➥ synopsis: after a sudden change in weather, minho picks you up to drive you home. however, you had other ideas

➥ warnings: smut, unprotected sex, car sex, public sex, blowjob, throat fucking, riding, pet names [ kitten, babe ], creampie – if i missed any, lmk

➥ words: 4.1k

➥ a/n: i haven't been feeling motivated lately, self doubt and all, im doubting whether to post this tbh. but here is a little something. im going to go back to jamming to MAXIDENT. hopefully i'll be feeling like myself again but in the meantime, enjoy. [ repost bc i fixed my tags. ty for being patient & understanding ]

Feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

➥ m.list  

Strolling through the freezer section, you hummed softly to yourself. Your eyes darted along the various frozen foods until they landed on your favourite section – ice creams

You grinned, doing a mini hop to the freezer and opening the tall door. The ice cold air hitting your face creating goosebumps along your skin. you let out a small 'brr' as you grabbed your favourite flavour of ice-cream, letting the door spring close.

You beamed, happy that you were finally able to get what you have been craving for days. As you walked to the cashier, the pet aisle caught the corner of your eye

You walked down it, the shelves decorated with dog and cat food, treats, litter, toys and accessories. You stopped at the accessories, eyes scanning along the various collars. Red, white, black, pink, orange. Some with bells and bows, some without.

You hummed to yourself thinking of what to choose. You settled on one black with a bell and two orange, one with a bow and one without

"Perfect." You grinned. You walked to the cashier, paying for your items before walking out of the store. As soon as your foot hit the concrete, a downpour of rain started.

'Oh no!" You whined. The smell of wet concrete hitting your nostrils as you watch the rain become heavy, bouncing off the concrete. A burst of cold air flowed through you making you shiver.

With your apartment being a one hour walk and the next bus arriving in thirty minutes, there was no chance you would brave the rain, not without an umbrella at least.

You put the cat collars in your pocket, fishing around for your phone in the process. You opened up your messages, opening up your conversations between you and your boyfriend – Minho

you: helppppppp 😭

my love 😻: What's up? Are you okay, kitten?

you: It's raining and i don't have an umbrella 😭

my love 😻: bus?

you: it arrives in 30 mins 🥺

my love 😻: hide under a bus shelter or something?

you: 😑 can't you like, pick me up?

my love 😻: now?

you: duh! yes now!

my love 😻: im busy, kitten

you: then become unbusy! what if i get sick? then you will have to look after me and we won't be able to do anything 😉😇

my love 😻: what do you mean?

you: 👉🏼👌🏼💦

my love 😻: fuck.. okay okay. I'll come get you. where are you?

you: the grocery store

my love 😻: okay. stay there. I'll be there in 5

True to his word, Minho arrived in 5 minutes. You ran to his car, hands above your head in a makeshift umbrella. The rain was heavy, indicating that a possible storm was approaching. You got in the passenger side and smiled at your boyfriend.

Minho was wearing blue denim jeans and a matching jacket. His jeans were tight, showing off his dancer thighs extremely well, a white t-shirt underneath with tanned coloured boots and freshly dyed black hair styled with curls, he looked so divine to you – it took all your willpower to not pounce on him there and then.

Minho looked over at you, keeping one hand on the wheel. Your clothing was soaked, sticking to your skin. Your face was shiny from the rain water as your hair was wet, droplets of water dripping from the ends of your hair.

Minho raised his brow, slowly checking you out. You shifted in your seat feeling small from his piercing gaze.

"Are you just going to stare at me or?" You questioned. Minho chuckled.

"Well, the only time I ever see you wet." Minho smirked, emphasizing the word wet "is when you're in the shower. So seeing you like this is a turn on."

You blushed a deep shade of red, putting your seatbelt on and placing your ice-cream by your feet. "Shut up and take me home." You mumbled. Minho smirked and laughed, driving out of the parking lot.

A silence fell upon you both, one that didn't feel awkward but comfortable. Being in Minho's presence is enough for you to feel love and wanted – he didn't need to express it through words

The way Minho shows his love is different from what you're used to. Many people show it through words and gifts. "you're the best thing that's ever happened to me." "Here, I bought you roses." but Minho has a subtle way of showing his love.

Although you weren't used to it at first, you soon learnt that it was the littlest of things that count. You were sick? Minho would be the first person to be at your door with a bag full of remedies. He would scold you for not taking care of your health, telling you it's important.

You once questioned him why he never bought you chocolate or roses or even a teddy.

"You'll eat the chocolates in 5 seconds, the bear will just sit on the bed and be useless and roses die too fast. If I wanted to give you a gift, I would take you somewhere where we could make memories together, something that feels more precious than some cheap shop bought roses."

That's when you learnt Minho has his own love language and even though it's not what most people are used to, you are and you wouldn't have it any other way.

You love Minho and you know he loves you too – he doesn't need to prove that with some cheap roses.

The sound of the rain hitting the car roof was comforting. The windscreen wipers at max speed. It was rush hour so many people were getting impatient, beeping their horns and shouting at others. You shivered, goosebumps rising on your skin as the rain water began to dry up.

"You cold, kitten?" Minho asked, noticing the way you shivered. You nodded slowly. Minho turned on the heating, the warm air warming you up slowly.

"Thank you, babe."

"No problem Kitten. You can always turn it on, you know. I know it's my car but you know that what's mine is yours." You smiled softly at him, heart swelling with love and admiration for him as you looked at his soft features. His eyes focused on the road, one hand on his thigh whilst the other was on the wheel.

"I know babe." You put your hands in your pocket, feeling the collars you placed in there earlier "Oh!" You shouted excitedly, making Minho jump and blink, his eyes flickering to you for a split second.

"I found these!" Minho stopped at a red light, looking over at you as you pulled the collars out of your pocket, holding them up and beaming brightly. "Aren't they cute!"

"they're a little bit small for you, kitten." Minho winked. you playfully punched his arm, cheeks turning a bright pink.

"They're not for me silly! For soonie, Doongie and Dori!"

"Kitten, they're so sweet but you know they don't like collars all that much." You pouted, placing the collars on the console before sitting back in your seat

"I know but I instantly thought of them when I saw them."

"I know kitten. It's very sweet and thoughtful of you, so thank you." Minho placed his hand on your thigh, stroking it softly with his thumb whilst occasionally squeezing the flesh.

His touch sent electric shocks to travel all over your body. It was embarrassing to how, with just one touch, you're putty in his hands. You couldn't resist him, no matter how hard you try and especially today, when he looks so divine to you.

Minho's focus resumed back on the road, his hand staying put on your thigh. You pressed your lips together in a thin like, looking out of the window watching the water droplets travel down the window.

Minho's hand travelled further up your thigh, his fingertips ghosting your skin. A simple, innocent action it may seem to him, but to you, he was getting dangerously close. Your mind starting whirling with thoughts, thoughts about his fingers pumping inside you, curling against your walls.

How his eyes would be on you at all time, dark and full of lust. Dirty words escaping past his lips, making you squirm. You caught your bottom lip between your teeth, biting hard as your skin got hot to the touch.

"You okay, Kitten? You feel a little warm." You dared look at him because you knew he knew what he was doing and the effect it has on you. You knew just as much as he did that one look was all it would take for you to melt.

"I'm okay." You tried to convince Minho, not letting him have the upper hand and knowing the current hold he has on you. You looked at him, placing a hand on his thigh.

This time, it was Minho who bit his lip, his eyes glancing down at your hand. You mimicked his own movements, stroking up and down his thigh, traveling further and further up until you was dangerously close to his crotch.

"Kitten." Minho spoke sternly, warning you. You looked at him with innocent, doll like eyes.

"What's up, Minho?" You asked, innocently. You ghosted your fingertips across his crotch, feeling his cock. Minho swallowed, his adams apple bobbing up and down.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Touching you." You said, nonchalantly. Minho groaned softly, struggling to maintain his eyes on the road ahead. You squeezed his thighs, feeling how thick they are beneath your hands

"Gosh Minho. I love your thighs." You mewled

"You do?" His eyes cocked up

"Mhm. I love how thick they are. They're so muscular and sturdy. They feel really good when I ride them, grinding my pussy along them slowly. Bucking my hips as you tense your thighs. It's so – blissful." You mewled, smirking as you felt his cock twitch against your hand.

Minho let out shaky breaths, his hand gripping the steering wheel. his jaw muscles visible clenching at the sides.

"Kitten, you know the rules."

"Do I?" You looked at him with your innocent doll eyes, fluttering them. Minho glanced at you and let out a shaky sigh. It was clear to you that he was struggling to maintain his composure.

"Don't start something if you're not going to follow through with it." Minho growled. You mewled softly at his growl. You pressed your legs together, rubbing them to create friction.

You unzipped and unbuttoned his jeans, pulling his cock out of its restraints. Minho sighed softly at the release. You licked your lips as you eyes his cock up and down slowly. A good length with thickness. His tip was red and shining due to the pre-cum spilling out of his slit. His veins prominent on the sides, fading at the tip.

You swallowed, wrapping your hand around him. His skin felt hot against the palm of your hand. You let out a shaky breath, eyes fixated on his throbbing cock. Your breathing slowly became laboured as lust ran straight to your core.

You rubbed his tip with the pad of your thumb, smearing the bead of pre-cum over his tip. You hummed in satisfaction as Minho let out a throaty groan, hips bucking slightly. You ran your fingernail across his slit gently and slowly before wrapping your hand around him, pumping him slowly.

Minho was slowly losing his patience. Your small hand on his cock, fingers barely wrapped around him. He loves it so much. His hand gripped the wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white. His hips bucking in your hand, his lips in a thin line as he struggled to focus.

"Ah shit." He mumbled under his breath taking a sharp turn on the road. You continued to rub your thighs together, pining softly.

Minho pulled up at a busy car park, turning off the engine and slouching in his seat. His gaze turned to you and you shivered. His eyes were so dark with lust, it almost scared you. The change in atmosphere made you shift in your seat.

Grabbing your wrist, he brung your hand to his mouth, kissing the palms before kissing each finger individually, his eyes locked onto yours.

"Well, are you going to finish what you started or am I just going to sit here with my hard cock out?"

"Of course not. You should know by now that I always finish what I started, Minho." You winked. You unbuckled yourself and leant over to him. You started of by kitten licking his tip, his salty flavour coating your tongue.

You hummed at the taste, wrapping your hand around his base. You have him gentle and slow tugs as spat on his cock head. A string of your saliva slowly falling and detaching from your mouth, landing on his cock head. You licked your lips, watching it roll down the sides.

Minho hummed softly, the palm of your hand coming into contact with his tip as you used it to smear your saliva, rotating your wrist. You gently squeezed his cock head, rubbing his tip with your thumb as you applied pressure to it.

A throaty grunt left Minho, his hips bucking at the feeling. He kicked his head back against the car seat, his fingers finding their way to your hair. He tucked it behind your ear gently, his gaze never leaving you.

You looked up at him through your eyelashes, your mouth opening slowly. Minho caught his bottom lip between his teeth, anticipating your next move.

You wrapped your soft lips around his cock, the warmth and wetness of your mouth encapsulated Minho making him shiver at the feeling. You lowered your head until you had half of him stuffed in your mouth.

You hummed around his cock, loving how stuffed your mouth felt. You bobbed your head up and down slowly pressing your tongue flat against his sides. You wanted Minho to slowly get lost, to embrace the feeling of your warmth.

Your hand alternated between squeezing and massaging his balls to stroking the other half of his cock. You closed your eyes slowly, feeling yourself getting lost in pleasuring your man. Sweet groans and hums rippled from Minho's throat, his gaze never leaving you.

"C'mon kitten. I know you can take more in the little mouth of yours." your eyes fluttered open, gazing at him through your lashes. You hummed, the vibrations tickling Minho's cock.

You removed your hand, halting all movements. You flattened your tongue before slowly lowering your mouth further down. Soon, your nose hit the pit of his stomach, his cock so deep down your throat, it threatened your gag reflexes.

"That's my girl." His compliment ran down your spine and straight to your core. Compliments and praises are your weakness. Something about hearing how well you're doing made you quiver with need.

You bobbed your head up and down, allowing Minho's cock to stroke your throat. Throaty moans left your boyfriend's lips, his eyes slowly closing as he allowed himself to bask in the feeling.

"Such a pretty girl with such a filthy mouth."

He bundled up your hair in his fist, his hips suddenly thrusting upwards on their own. You whined the best you could as his cock stroked your throat, tip hitting the back over and over again.

Drool pooled at the corners of your mouth, tears lining your lower lash line. You dug your nails into his thighs as you let Minho use your throat. Strained, breathless moans rang through your ears. Minho was struggling. Struggling to keep his composure. Struggling to not shoot his load down your throat.

At this point, your panties were uncomfortably wet, sticking to your folds. The amount of lust and need you were feeling was slowly becoming unbearable. Sure, you love it when he fucked your throat, but it's not your cunt.

You pulled away from his cock with a pop. Drool coated your chin and gave his cock a light shine. His eyes slowly peeled open as he looked at your rosy cheeks.

"Minho. Please, I need you." You whined

"Need me where, kitten." His thumb grazing across your bottom lip, collecting some of your drool.

You took your pants off before sitting back in your seat, back against the car door. Your gaze never left Minho as you parted your legs giving him a full view of the large wet patch that had formed on your cotton panties.

Minho swallowed slowly, nostrils flaring as he panted slightly. Your hands travelled down your stomach to your clothed pussy. You grazed your fingertips lightly across your folds, feeling your wet patch against your fingers

"Here Minho. I need you here." You pined. The amount of lust you were feeling was making you feel sick and dizzy.

"Back seat. Now." Minho instructed. You crawled over to the back seats, Minho following shortly after. You knelt, sitting on your feet as Minho pulled his jeans and boxer shorts further down so they rested at his knees. He sat on the seat, legs spread as he lazily stroked his cock.

"Clothes off." You nodded, slowly peeling your clothes off until you were naked. Luckily for you both, Minho's car had blacked out windows but the thought of being in a busy parking lot made you quiver with lust.

"Look at you. You look oh so pretty and delicate. I cannot wait to corrupt your pretty mind, kitten." You whimpered, his hand reaching out and cupping your breast. He squeezed and massaged the flesh, occasionally rolling your hard nipple between his fingers.

"M-Minho. Please. I need you inside me so bad, it hurts! I've been needing you since I got into this car!"

Usually, Minho would tease you. Take his sweet time in sending your senses into overdrive. As much as he wants to see you squirm and beg for him to fuck you raw, he too, is also at his limit.

"Come here, kitten." you crawled over to him, straddling his waist as you held onto his shoulders. You core hovering over his cock, his tip threatening to enter you.

"Help me Minho. It's unbearable" You begged. Minho captured your lips, kissing you sloppily. There was no coordination in the kiss, just teeth and tongue crashing against one another and the feeling of hunger for one another mutual.

You reached behind you, grabbing the base of Minho's cock and guiding it towards your entrance. You slowly lowered yourself, hissing at the burn as his cock stretched you. You lowered yourself until all his length was deep inside you.

Minho pulled away from your lips, attaching them to your neck. You shuddered at the feeling as he sucked and kissed your delicate skin. Purple bruises slowly forming as you lifted your hips up and slamming yourself back down. You both moaned in unison, Minho's hands flying to your waist, holding it tightly.

You picked up the pace as you felt yourself getting used to his size, your pussy loosening with each bounce. The burn subsided, pleasure taking over. You gripped onto his shoulders, using him as leverage as you picked up the pace.

"Fuck me. So good. So deep!" His cock stroked your walls, tip hitting deep inside you. Minho kicked his head back, basking in the feeling. He licked his lips at the sight of you riding his cock. Your cheeks rosy pink, mouth hung open as your breasts bounced freely.

"Your pussy is so tight, kitten. I can never get used to this feeling."

You hummed before halting your movements. Minho gave you a questioning look as you smirked. You leant back a little, slowly moving your hips back and forth. Minho let out the most delicious, sinful moan making your core quiver with lust and excitement

"Fuck, fuck. Kitten, fuck!!"

"Feeling good, babe?" You smirked, knowing full well what his answer will be. He squeezed his eyes shut, his hands still on your waist helping you with your movements. His lips parted as he panted softly. A thin layer of sweat coated his forehead, his hair sticking to it.

It's a beautiful sight to see and you thank the heavens above that only you can witness this beautiful man crumble beneath you.

You rocked your hips back and forth faster, moaning at the feeling as Minho was losing his composure – slowly but surely

"Fuck, kitten. I can't. I'm sorry." His eyes peeled open slowly as you looked at him confused

"What do you have to be so–" You didn't get a chance to finish your sentence because before you knew it, you were pinned on your back on the cat seat, Minho towering over you.

He gave you a seductive and dangerous look – a look that could kill a man. He took his jacket off letting it fall down his arms and onto the floor. His t-shirt soon followed. Your eyes scanned his chest and abs, practically mewling at the sight.

Grabbing your legs and parting them wide, Minho pushed himself inside you, bottoming out. You moaned loudly, his hips moving in powerful and relentless thrusts. His cock stroked your walls with each powerful thrust, tip hitting your deepest parts.

You moaned loudly, not caring that the outside world could possibly hear you. You were so lost in the pleasure that you almost wanted to be heard. You wanted people to know how good you was being fucked, you wanted to make people jealous.

"Good. So good."

"M-Mhm. I'm not going to lie kitten, but I don't think I'll be able to last for much longer."

"M-Me neither, Minho."

Minho let go off your legs, leaning over you as his hands planted against your head on the car seat. You wrapped your legs around his waist, keeping him close to you. His hips making quick work on you.

Your slick coated his cock with each pull and push. Pants and moans mixing together with skin slapping against each other harshly. The wet sounds coming from your pussy rang in Minho's ears, making his cock twitch inside you.

You gripped onto his biceps, digging your nails into the skin. He looked so beautiful and out of it. His hair wet with sweat from sticking to his forehead, beads of sweat rolling down his temples. The air was thick and humid making it impossible to breathe whilst making you feel dizzy. The car windows steaming up from the humidity.

"I can't. Kitten, I can't. I'm so close." Minho whimpered, his movements becoming sloppy. You felt it too, the knot in your stomach tightening with each thrust. "You look so perfect to me, kitten that I can't hold it no more. I'm going insane for you."

"Me too Minho. I've been wanting you since i got in the car. Everything about you drives me insane. Your looks, your cute little habits that you have, your scent, your voice – fuck, you're driving me insane, baby."

Minho hummed, nodding slowly in agreement. His head hung low as his hands balled into fists beside your head. His thighs shaking and burning from tensing so much.

"Kitten, I can't–" Minho looked at you with desperation.

"It's okay, baby. Don't hold back." You cupped his cheeks, connecting your lips together in a slow and passionate kiss.

A whine came from the back of his throat as his movements stopped. His cock buried deep inside you as he shot hot ropes of cum. You curled your toes, feeling your own orgasm washing over you. You moaned Minho's name against his lips, your cunt clamping down on his cock.

Minho shallowly thrusted inside you, your cunt clenching and releasing around him, milking him some more. Minho pulled away from your lips, soft pants hitting them as he pulled out of you slowly. He rested his sweaty forehead against yours, panting softly as he came down from his high.

"Fuck." was all he managed to choke out making you laugh softly. He gave you a delicate kiss before pulling away from you. You sat up slowly, whimpering as you felt some of his cum slowly trickle out off you

"Sorry, kitten." Minho said sheepishly, feeling somewhat guilty. You shook your head slowly

"Don't be sorry, babe. I loved it." Minho gave you a soft smile, kissing your forehead gently before getting dressed. You did the same, crawling back to the front and sitting in the passenger side as Minho sat in the drivers side again.

You picked up your ice-cream, pouting as you looked at it with a sullen look.

"What's up kitten?"

"My ice-cream has melted." Minho laughed softly, his perfect bunny teeth on display

"Don't worry kitten. There's plenty of ice-cream back at mine. That is if you want to stay over" You beamed brightly, nodding your head fast, causing Minho to chuckle.

"Absolutely!!"

[babyyweebbitch]

Please stay with me — Remake

Soo I reread the one I did before and I wanted to remake it because it wasn’t as good (heres the first one) I hope I can make this one better 😭😭 Also, grab tissues. I made this TOO sad

TW // death ; blood ; funeral ; severe depression & relapse

summary: Chris Redfield and his wife were on a mission a seven months after Piers’ death. His wife has been Captain of their team ever since that day.

Seven months ago Piers Nivans died in order to save Chris’ life and for the BSAA. Chris was still fucked up after that day and he thinks about it almost every day. He took a break from the BSAA since his wife made him. It wasn’t a very long one though, he missed being at work, he missed his coworkers and he missed her

Chris resigned as Captain and let his wife replace him. It was a very emotional day not not only for her and Chris but for the entire BSAA because they’ve never had a woman as Captain before. She was a good captain probably even better than Chris. Despite her height, weight and basically being the youngest on that team at 28. She was undoubtedly the best captain in years

Her team along with Chris were on a mission. Their mission was to take out the enemy, find three hostages and disable the bombs set in the building “Okay men… we’re gonna be splitting into three teams since there’s a lot of us here. Team A; Corey, John and Andrew. Your job is to find out where the bombs are and disable them as quickly as possible.”

“Yes ma’am!” The three went off to do their job as told

“Team B; Phil, Jean and Mark, you’re in charge of finding and getting the hostages to safety out of this building. You three can split up, stay together I don’t care. As long as your job is done”

“Ma’am” the three left

She turned to Eric and Chris who were standing together “what a coincidence, you two are with me.” She said with a slight smile on her face, walking ahead of the two Eric leaned over to Chris “She’s so cool…” Chris thought of Finn the moment he said that, he couldn’t help but to smile and look at him “I know…”

“Stop standing around we have a mission you know!” She yelled out to the two of them. Chris and Eric quickly made their way to the door the enemies were behind, Chris was silent the entire time before he was quickly checked back into reality with a pat on the shoulder “you okay? We need you fully here for this” his wife said as he looked down at her and nodded “yeah I’m okay…”

Chris, his wife and Eric all prepared as the door was blown open and guns were firing. The three did take cover just in time. After about five minutes of gun fire and fighting it finally stopped, thinking they had all the enemies taken care of they all stood up “good job! We did it — Chris!” Y/N called out as she did catch a glimpse of an enemy that didn’t die somehow standing up and pointing their gun towards Chris.

She quickly ran towards Chris and pushed him out the way, for Chris it’s almost like everything was happening in slow motion. He had to process everything leading up to that moment. He heard a scream of pain when his head finally cleared, looking up to see his wife shot in the sternum and Eric shooting the enemy down

She started to fall and Chris caught her before she hit the floor, his eyes started filling up with tears as he looked at her “baby please… tell me this is a joke!”

She knew she was dying, her body felt so cold from the inside out she, she coughed before reaching into one of her many pokes on her pants “c…Chris… do me a favour okay? Please…. stay safe” she handed him her wedding ring, she never wore it during missions to avoid it getting broken, rusted or something. So she held it in her pocket where it was safe “I… feel so… cold”

Chris looked at the ring then at her “no don’t say that! You’re gonna be fine! You’re gonna be fine! Please stay with me!” He started crying, Eric stood by as Team B; Phil, Jean and Mark came in. They surprisingly finished the bomb quicker than expected “Captain w—“ Mark was starting to talk but he quickly stopped when he realised what was happening

“Guys… take care of him for me…” she struggled to talk. She looked up at Chris to see him crying, she lifted her Hand up to his cheek to wipe his tears one last time “no no… don’t cry hon… I’ll tell my parents you said hi… I love you..” Chris held onto her hand and his heart practically stopped the moment he felt her hand and body go heavy and her head fall back … she was dead now

“No…. Please come back! Please don’t go! Y/N!!!” He held her body close and just sobbed, Eric and team B were tearing up and trying to wipe their tears

It took a while to get Chris to let go of her body and let them put her on a stretcher and on the truck so they can go back. When they finally did everyone on the team was there. It took three guys to pry him off of her This was the first time they’ve ever seen him cry like this

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It’s been almost a month since she’s died, Chris looked horrible. He hasn’t shaved, left the house, he started drinking again and Claire had to clean him up at night since he wasn’t sober enough to even do it himself. The house looked like shit especially the room Chris and his wife shared

It was the day of the funeral and Chris was sitting on the edge of the bed looking at the picture of him and her on their wedding day back in 2007. He somehow managed to even get up that day and not drink. He showered that morning, got dressed in a suit and did his hair. He still didn’t shave though

Claire came in “Chris? You ready?” She asked. She had on a black dress on “I guess so…” Chris responded. He stood up and placed the picture down on the night stand and grabbed the necklace he had with his wife’s ring on it.

Claire fixed his tie and jacket before they left. Chris was always taking care of her when she was younger so now it was time for her to take care of her older brother “good. Let’s go” Claire let him walk in front of her to the car. She drove because one he couldn’t think straight enough to drive and he was completely hung over from drinking too much

After about a 45 minute drive they arrived to where her funeral was being held at. Everyone they knew was there, Leon, their BSAA team, Her family. It was hard for him to see her brother and sister at their older sisters funeral

The ceremony, the viewing and speeches all happened and Chris barely even got through his speech without crying

(Im so so so sorry for this next part)

Chris’ speech: “Y/N was an amazing person, she always took care of everyone, me, her siblings, our team, Claire… everyone. She put everyone before herself no matter who they were. She joined the BSAA not because of herself because of her parents death in Raccoon City. She promised them she would do something in any way to stop what happened in Raccoon from ever happening again. She treated our team like her family and even the rookies as her kids even if they were a few years younger then her. She was an even amazing person and wife. And I miss her dearly.”

There wasn’t a single dry eye in that room when Chris said his speech. After everything, everyone went inside to eat and talk.

Chris sat with Claire and Y/N’s siblings. He just picked at his food and stared at the plate. He was terrifyingly silent before Leon came over “hey Chris… how are you holding up?” Leon asked as he stared at Chris. He could tell how hard this has affected Chris. “I’m fine…”

“Chris… You need to eat. All you’ve done in the past month was drink, workout and cry… You need to at least eat something” Claire said “she wouldn’t want this… Her or Piers wouldn’t want you to be like this. Y/N would be yelling at you if she saw you picking at your food like this. We both know she would”

Chris’ eyes started to water once again before he spoke “I…. I know.. but I just miss her so much, Claire… we were gonna start a family together… she wanted to have kids and get a bigger house so we can have a big family… now I can’t have one because she’s the only person I wanted a family with…” Chris sighed softly as he wiped his eyes

“I miss her too… we all do…” Leon commented looking down at his plate. Chris eventually ended up eating his food and everyone left to go home. The entire drive home was deafening to the point you can hear a pin drop

When he got home he changed inside a fresh pair of clothes and he started to clean the house, starting with the bedroom and ending in the Kitchen. He cleaned it exactly how she’d like it and when he was finished around 3:32 am he sat on the couch and sighed

They were right… She would yell at him if she saw the way he was, how the house was when she died

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After a few years pass it’s before the entire Village situation. Every week since the funeral Chris visited her grave and just talked to her for a bit. On her birthday he spent almost half the day there, on new year’s he watched the fireworks by your gave.

He still hasn’t moved on since her death he can’t even get into another relationship with a woman since her death but it’s not like he can find anyone else like her… and honestly he didn’t want to.

IM SO FUCKING SORRY FOR MAKING THIS EVEN SADDER tbh tho I started tearing up writing this

[girlucifer]

Hi!!! I got some characters and numbers for the thingy, only if you want to do them of course!!! 15 + Lucifer, 17 + Mammon, 4 & 5 + Satan! Dhsbsjshsbshsb hopefully that's not too many! Have a great day ur amazing <3 !

thank you so much for the prompts !! and honestly i enjoy writing these so much, im just sorry its late [this week is so busy but writing these is such a good stress reliever tbh LOL] and ahh tysm i hope you have an amazing day too!! #^-^#

lucifer + 15: what it takes to make them cry

so i already answered this one here but i'll take this in a different direction - this is more so just spitballing ideas but imagine late at night lucifer- super tired, decaffeinated, literally zombified- he’s walking down the stairs and misses a step and tumbles down. he lands face up and sees mc who’s peering into his face like oh my god are you ok???? and he snorts and tries to suppress laughter and mc starts to laugh like, ‘wow ok i literally just witnessed the morning star eat shit’ and the two laugh more and more until tears are streaming down their faces- after they’ve calmed down, lucifer’s like ‘ok help me up i think i broke my back.’ ohhh silly lucifer my beloved

mammon + 17: regrets

so... i understand this might not be completely canon so SORRY bear with me: after the events of lesson 16, life resumed as normal- belphegor was free, lucifer felt a huge burden lifted off his chest, beelzebub had his brother back, diavolo was appeased that belphegor's rage towards humans dissipated, the brothers had closure on their late sister. sure. but mammon felt off- he was supposed to keep mc safe, designated as their bodyguard from day 1. and yet- he held their dead body in his hands. he knows this is silly- mc is right there, laughing alongside asmodeus. yet there's this constant inkling of despair- he'd close his eyes and still see blood, mc's face paling, their neck going limp. but then, he'd open them and see mc staring at him with such a loving smile upon their face. he can't help but feel that he somehow failed mc, them dying as a result of his own negligence. he grieves for the version of them he lost everyday, regret eating away at his heart- but it only helps him to realize just how in love he is with the human, and that he'd move heaven and hell for them.

satan + 4: best places to kiss on their body

so to me satan is kinda cute kinda awkward and i am solely basing this off this one interaction where mammon's like: yeah i was mc's first ^^ and satan BLUSHES and lucifer's like mammon... don't word it like that, you're making satan blush ^^ and they kinda make fun of him. i think that's so cute and it fuels this picture of satan that he's a cute little guy who gets flustered easily, so he honestly would love kisses anywhere. anyway i think kissing him atop his hand is very chivalrous and formal, much alike his fantasy books of princesses meeting their suitors. or a kiss upon their cheek- such an intimate act with such grave hidden meanings as seen in his suspense novels [could it be to distract them as they slip their hand into their pocket, or poison to their wineglass, or even to appoint the person who the soldiers should arrest...?]

satan + 5: guilty pleasures

he secretly loves reading diary of a wimpy kid, he's got all the books LETS GOOOOO

[goldafterglow]

embellished lungs

Summary: Ezra buys a pretty thing for a pretty thing.

Request: hc about what renders Ezra speechless 😶 - @lose-eels (this is not even what you asked for but fuckin here ig im sorry sgkfjdshg)

Pairing: Ezra x reader

Word Count: 2.6k+

Warnings: a big fat drabble?, very really soft, not beta read and tbh barely even normal read i read this maybe twice oops

Author’s Note: i almost put this just like under the ask but I’m not gonna sit here and act like this is a drabble bc i’m a clown. i don’t want to talk about it. and spitting this out bc I was soft for Ezra and @mrpascals made me

Gif Cred: my wife and my baby @pascalplease

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He spies it in the open market while he’s stocking up on supplies.

The day is hot, the Sun bearing down on its disciples with a violent red fury, but it’s light is strong, bright. Everything is reflective, hot to the touch from boiling in the heat, and all of the creatures begin to melt together like dyed wax to form one big discernable blob, if you really squint. Ezra’s sweat escapes the barrier of his brows and leaks past his lashes, dragging across his eyes and stinging a little, blurring his vision and dripping onto his arms, but he doesn’t care. He’s far too exhilarated.

The market in itself is absolutely brilliant to him; he’s always been enthralled by this, by people and pretty things, and to be completely surrounded by both felt like something akin to sensory overload. His heart is racing at the sight of people traversing the dirt road, loitering and browsing through produce colored so vibrantly he wonders if the bright red apples and deep indigo berries have been dipped in the tinted glow of fairies that dance in the forest. And he’s utterly taken by the art and trinkets. He’s always had a little soft spot for art - a tender, exposed section of his beating flesh that is so sensitive, so delicate and so easy to provoke. And right now, he seems like he’s subject to a battering ram, pounding against his chest in the best way possible.

His eyes dart around quickly as he tries his best to take everything in. He finds himself cherishing every little interaction, every stranger whose shoulder he is forced to brush in an attempt to make his way through the market, every vendor that begs to him, calls to him to try “just one last berry sir. I’m sure your lover will be delighted by the raspberries from yesterday’s harvest.” He ended up buying a quaint six ounces just so that he could feed them to you. But that would be a treat for later.

And just like that, he is thinking of you. The prettiest, most beautiful thing. A sculpture with imperfections so perfect that he knows it must have taken eons to craft you out of gold and diamonds and the soft fluff of hummingbird feathers and butterfly wings. You are art, a walking, breathing, touchable piece that he gets to admire up close. It’s a privilege, really, to have been gifted with Kevva’s finest handiwork.

As his pupils peruse the stands, admiring his surroundings, they suddenly become frozen in place, permanently stuck on a little trinket that’s caught his attention: a necklace. The gem sitting in the center isn’t aurelac; it’s much more vibrant, much more dramatic and almost rainbow when he looks at it from different angles. The chain isn’t long, and knowing you the gem would fall right between your collarbones. He can already envision you wearing it, like a child flicking watercolors onto the Venus de Milo, but he wants to see his deep green paint draped around your shoulders. The way he sees it when you wear his clothing, when you’re adorned with bruises of his passion like stars adorn the sky, when you wear him. It’s intoxicating, seeing that he’s had any impact on your life and that you parade it around like a trophy. That you think about him without him prompting you to do so - not that he isn’t constantly in your presence. But he wants to buy it just so that he can see you wear it. Perhaps even only wear it.

He’s already thinking about how fucking gorgeous you would look in it. He is thinking about putting it on you, tugging on it ever so lightly in a way that signals to you - that is, rather than exerting any true force on you - that he wants a kiss. Perhaps pulling on it a little harder so that metal bites your skin and you can feel it, feel him digging into the soft flesh of your neck. Now he’s imagined a thousand scenarios in which he can have his way with you just by getting you to wear this piece, and he has to purchase it.

When the vendor finally hands it to him, packaged with care and placed deep into the hollow of a black velvet box, he finds that it barely fits in his pocket. He doesn’t care, though, because it’s too exquisite an accessory to be thrown in with the other supplies and it’s too precious for him to take it out of the box. He’s excited when he comes back to the pod, back home where you are.

Home is you.

He assumes you must’ve heard him come in, the pod door loud and rambunctious as he dumps the bags into the center of the pod space and then crawls in himself - it was hard enough with two arms, nonetheless one. He lets out a sight as if to let the excitement drain out his vessels and into the atmosphere of the cockpit, mingling with the peace and solitude to create a soft buzz that zings through his ears and vibrates his eyes. The exhilaration from being the market was utterly electric, but he is home now. He can crawl into you, let you absorb into him, and he likes how you can make his heart race a million miles and yet also pacify him, a cold compress to his aching soul to help reduce inflammation. He wants to maintain that semblance of the intricate pastel harmony, adorned in lilac and peach hues. So he stands in the middle of the cockpit and closes his eyes, lets himself sway to the rhythm of his lungs for a moment. Just a fraction of solitude, and he doesn’t mind because ever since he met you he has never felt lonely, not even when he’s alone. He always feels you with him.

Once his head has cleared, he palms at his pocket where the little black box still resides, as if to check that he hadn’t dreamt up some fantasy ornament that would look so perfect on you. It’s still there; of course it is, and he feels foolish for thinking that the pretty butterflies would have fluttered it out and flown it away, but sometimes he wonders if the same thing will ever happen to you. If one morning he will wake up and you will have migrated with the birdies, off to seek true warmth because you’re not real, because nothing so good as you could ever be caged by him.

He steps into your shared bedroom and spies you with your back to the entrance. The room is cool, but you’ve elected to wear his shirt, even foregoing pants. His favorite outfit of yours, and he knows you know it. You’re wearing headphones, something he’d picked up for you on your last supply run, and he can tell you’re playing one of those instrumental stations you so adore listening to when you were working. A mutely-colored map is stretched out onto the desk, and he’s not even sure you can focus the music because your mind is moving faster than your poor hand can keep up as you mark up a new dig site. He almost feels bad for interrupting you while you’re in such deep concentration, your forehead smashed into wrinkles without even noticing, but Ezra cannot resist his greed for your attention. Ever so gently, he places his hand on your shoulder from behind so as not to startle you.

You almost immediately register the delicate touch, turning the radio off and pulling your headphones off your ears so you can give this kind artist your undivided attention - Kevva herself knows he's earned it. You turn your head to face him, craning your neck back so you can take his softly smiling depiction like pressing a plush blanket into your face.

“Hey, pretty boy,” you coo, letting your pen fall tumultuously from your hand. The sound of it clanging against the table and then rolling around to a stop fills the room, but you can’t hear it; Ezra is talking now.

“Hey, sweet stardust,” he greets back, voice orange and warm like the heat that simmers under the stars during the summer at midnight.

Comfortable.

 “Hey” was never his preferred salutation, and he’d tried to omit it from his vocabulary for so long, but he started to notice that he likes it when you say to him. Like a little pearl of your voice, so sweet like honey with the honeycomb still mixed in, a little grainy and so cheeky.

“Did you get everything we need?” you ask, beginning to stand to that you can press a hand to his chest, grounding him to the pod and to your sanctuary soul. Ezra grins wide, unable to hide his excitement at your words.

“I in fact exceeded our needs, sweet rose bud,” he says with a pride that fills up your chest and makes you want to hold him tight because you love when he gets giddy like this, with the childlike enthusiasm of showing your parents the shitty drawing you made or your ugly macaroni art. Ezra is light, his tone airy. “I happened to spot a gem that reminded me of your vision and I couldn’t resist the urge to get it.”

You brow furrows a little, not out of confusion but out of curiosity. Ezra’s taste has always inspired you, and you knew his never ending quest for art is always in an attempt to find beauty in everything. You don’t even have to look at it to know that it will be stunning because his stamp of “pretty” approval is your gold standard.

He pulls the box out and opens it facing you so that you can get a good look, really admire it, and you are already taken by the shimmering pendant.

“Oh Ezra, it's - it’s utterly magnificent,” you gush, and he can spot that little glimmer in your eyes that you get when you’re looking at something that you’re enamored with; they way you look when you’re gazing at him. You raise your chin to look at him, his cheeks rosy with delight and sweet eyes crinkled at the corners. “Put it on me.”

It’s not so much of a demand as it is a gentle instruction; you know he wants to, know he’s been thinking about it since he bought it, and you want to be open to him. You want to invite him into your heart, inside of the flower garden of your chest, with open arms because he deserves to feel wanted.

You help him pull the chain out of the bottom of the box, keeping one end in your right hand and letting him take the clasp in his left. He wills himself to move slowly, to savor every little stimulation you send through his skin as he steps behind you. His fingers press against your clavicle, tracing along the bone before traveling up over the valley of your shoulder, tips of his hands brushing against your throat. He is feeling you, mapping out your body because he’ll never get to see an angel in his life but he’s certain you must be the spitting image.

You can feel his breath against your skin, hot and intoxicating as a small film of dampness coats your exposed back and neck. Your right hand rests at the nape of your neck, waiting expectantly, but you don’t rush him. He takes his sweet, sugary time, because the surface of your skin feels like he’s running his fingers through a field of silicone needles, firm but harmless as they stimulate a sensation he never knew he could feel before he touched you for the first time. You’re addictive, the best high he’s ever gotten, and he almost lets his hand lose all abandon and travel so carefully down the front of your body, palming your breast along the way and pressing right into your diaphragm before he keeps going down, down, down…

Almost.

But he will save it for a later time, especially since he’d been fantasizing about you wearing the necklace like a carefully chiseled bust is adorned with sashes. So finally, after what feels like hours of roaming and teasing, you feel that calloused, worn sensation of your lover’s fingers seeking solace against yours. You pin your breath to your lungs, not daring to let it go as you wait for the heavy release of his hand indicating that the necklace is secure. But even once you feel it, even as you let your right hand fall down at your side, Ezra does not take his hand off of you. You don’t want him to.

Slowly, so that he never has to cease his touch, you turn to face him. You’re still looking down at the pendant, in awe of how the gem rests so perfectly between your collarbones. You can’t see Ezra’s adoring gaze, his completely awestruck fixation on how ethereal you are to him. Like you’re emitting a golden glow, too hot to touch and yet begging, inviting his fingers to feel and press and hold. 

Celestial.

He feels his emotions expand in his stomach, diaphragm threatening to spasm. His hand trails up to your chin, palming your jaw as he tenderly lifts your line of sight so that he can see your pretty eyes.

“You’re divine,” he mumbles to you, not wanting to disrupt the tight silence, so tense he’s afraid of speaking too loud lest it break and snap against his cheek leaving an angry raised brand.

Overwhelmed with appreciation, you balance your hands on his shoulders and press a gentle kiss to his cheek, letting it linger so you can savor the honeysuckle dew on his skin. “I love it,” you whisper with a grin.

Ezra giggles.

When you pull back to face him proper, his face is utterly red. His smile reaches the lobes of his ears, bashful and boyish like his belly has just been tickled by the sweetest of baby chicks, and he can barely get a word out. He can’t speak. His mind is in overdrive, completely inundated with a blistering adoration for you and your approval because you said you loved it. His gift is not a splash of children’s watercolors; it is a clean swipe of gold running along your jaw, accenting your beauty and emphasizing just how exquisite you are to him.

“Yeah?” he managed, a soft giggle still passing his lips like the first cries of a baby deer, the first flutters of a newly hatched butterfly.

Adorable.

You can’t resist the urge to giggle back, placing a hand at the nape of his neck and pulling him in for a true kiss on his glittery lips. It only lasts seconds, however, because Ezra can’t stop smiling and you can’t stop giggling, so you both settle for the blissful solitude of pressing your foreheads against one another, breathing in each other's air and taking up the same space.

“It’s gorgeous, Ezra. Thank you,” you whisper lightly so that the wisps of air tickle his upper lip, and suddenly he is so inclined as to press his left arm into the small of your back so that you’re so much closer and kiss you the way you deserve; a dynamic series of long, deep, searing kisses that send you to the clouds and drop you into an endless pit of lavish fluff at the same time. You don’t know how he does this, makes you feel like you don’t exist and that there isn’t anything in the world but you and him, and you often wonder if it’s because Ezra is within you, or that your broken parts and his broken parts make some hauntingly majestic sculpture of its own; something better than the fucking Venus de Milo or Athena or Great Sphinx because it should be something so hideous and yet it feels to utterly priceless to you.

It’s precious.

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[calangkoh]

You think ed would've traded himself for al at the end if al hadn't successfully brought HIM back just before? When his only prior knowledge of what the attempt would yield was the homunculi (who he was trying Really Hard to know as monsters and nothing else)? I mean, yeah he couldn't face life without al and an end to their journey where mom was dead twice over and his little brother gave himself for him and hey lil kicker is ed has all his lost limbs that he never really cared about returning in the first goddamn place. But would he have basically tried to kill himself in this SPECIFIC way if he himself hadn't been resurrected, albeit with the use of a Philosopher's Stone ie thousands of human souls concentrate versus his Literally Only One?

Like what was going on in his head, that he was able to after sloth? Did he fear bringing back his younger brother as a homunculus like their older brother long before them? On the other side of the gate, not knowing if Dante is still out there, if roy killed pride or died trying, if his attempt worked and al returned, did he ever worry that al might have returned or if Ed had brought another homunculus into his world in his place?

I hope im understanding your ask correctly. Suicide tw regarding Ed’s final sacrifice.

If Ed had not died and so Al had not brought him back and was instead used successfully by Dante (whichh eugh horror story right there, i rec’d a Bad End dark horror fic a while back about if Dante succeeded and tbh I think its the most plausible outcome as fucked up as it is) then i quite honestly think Ed is completely doomed. (This isn’t just me being angsty, this is legitimately what I think would happen, like, logically.)

He’s traumatized beyond all hell and the situation is not in his favor: he’s a wanted criminal blamed for everything in Liore and he definitely blames himself as well, his worldview has come crashing down and even if he had that resolve of “even if its not true ill still believe that hard work and suffering pays off” in London, it would be blown to bits as soon as he finds out Al is gone, and that he failed him, and his last moments with his brother were them fighting each other on killing Sloth. Envy is also there, and can overpower a distraught Ed with ease. Any taunts that didn’t work on Ed in the original fight scene would probably be very effective. And Dante is there in Rose’s body because Ed failed her, too.

Al would have been turned into a Philosopher’s Stone, so Ed’s only shot is getting his hands on that. But again, if he fights to get a hold of it, he’s fucked. Dante and Envy combined and with Envy’s “im Hoe’s son” reveal still in his back pocket I think Ed would get killed before he could do anything with the stone.

Hypothetically if he got the stone, I don’t think separating Al is possible (assuming Al’s soul is even There) and I like to think Ed wouldn’t throw out all the lessons he just learned and use it anyway. No matter how broken he is he still has grown up a lot and I don’t think he’d backtrack on his conversation in the car about not using the stone. I think he would drive himself crazy trying to figure out how to get Al back, but because of his growth throughout the series he’d eventually accept the shitty outcome and move on. In CoS, he was left without any closure on his brother too, and he was hella depressed but still surviving. In this scenario he’s at least in Amestris with tons of people who love him and who will advocate for his innocence and help him process his grief like he has never been able to properly before.

So with this hypothetical situation where he gets away from Dante and Envy and is able to defeat them, no I don’t think Ed would do what he did in the OG end (sacrificing himself to bring Al back) if Al had not sacrificed himself for Ed. Mainly because I like to believe Ed has grown enough to move on and that there’s still hope for him even in this sucky scenario, and the circumstance in the og to cause him to NOT do that were just...very specific.

So why Ed makes the decision to die and not accept death despite his growth: the crucial part in my opinion is that Al sacrificed himself and used the stone (and Ed was successfully brought back). Both things they agreed they’d never do. I can only speculate exactly what was going through Ed’s head, beyond what he tells the audience (“this might not work but i have to at least try”). I think Al proved human transmuation is possible under the right circumstances (a body, the soul not having completely left yet, and a proper payment). So Ed knows it’s possible, and is willing to sacrifice everything, even if it goes against his development of accepting death and loss and not fighting the flow of the world because it causes harm when you selfishly pursue what you want, because Al had gone against everything they learned as well. And Al is Ed’s moral compass and everything he does is for Al.

If Al died, Ed would not do something morally questionable (sacrificing himself or someone else, defying the flow of the universe and turning your back on the world and the consequences of your actions to get what you want) to bring him back. But since Al himself did something morally questionable that even Ed would disagree with and say is wrong (which btw I bet Ed was like “shit how badly did i fuck up my little brother to make him do something like that”), I think standards are out the window and Ed is really just gonna pull the uno reverse card since Al played dirty so he’s gonna play dirty. At least that’s how I personally interpret Ed’s decision.

Ed also in general has a LOT to blame himself for in that moment, including EVERYTHING that happened to Al. So...I don’t think he’s thinking clearly enough to truly consider the possibility of making a homunculus. He really intended to die there and was content with the possbility of failing. It WAS an act of suicide imo (because honestly...how was he going to live with himself at that point...everything that happened to him and to al he could easily justify as his fault. he was well aware that sacrificing himself could amount to nothing but was fine with dying), just with an excuse that he might get something out of it.

I don’t think he ever considered that he made a homunculus, because he says he saw Al’s body get put together at the gate and I’m just gonna assume he saw the soul as well with how he worded it as “put together.”

You can also argue that by going through the gate three times by that point (and two of those times just recently) he had extra knowledge and more control over the transmutation to make it successful.

Or you could say my conspiracy theory that Al at the end of the series/CoS IS a homunculus that was just made really really well djsjd but that’s something I refuse to actually believe and I doubt the writers want us to believe that.

I hope I made sense and that I answered your question! This was a fun think piece here.

[cafeaulater]

okay wait actually im dying to know about ‘Ofa Lahi Atu—you’re so great with building culture into the hxh world and i need to know what this title MEANS

Omg thank you! I really appreciate that you think I do a good job a building culture into my writing 😁

So I hc Gon as Pacific Islander, specifically as Tongan. ‘Ofa Lahi Atu is Tongan for ‘I love you a lot’. I really wanted to write a fic exploring what it might look like with Killua visiting Gon’s home (sometimes I call it Tofua’amotu in stories I write, which literally means Whale Island) and experiencing the language and culture. 

I think a lot of the lifestyle would feel very strange for him, from the traditional dress (men traditionally wear what is called a tupenu, which is like a calf-length wrap skirt, with a mat over it wrapped around their waist) to the communal culture to, well, everything that very much contrasts with his upbringing with the Zoldycks. 

Tbh, it’s been a challenge incorporating everything that I want to in a way that will make sense to readers who have never heard of Tonga (and without sounding like a language or culture lesson). But I think I am slowly finding the balance!

Anyway, here is a cute snippet of what I have already:

Killua had made a habit of checking his phone constantly for translations, making sure to utilize common phrases like “thank you” and “hello” and “can I help you” so they’d become habitual. 

But this time, even with his handy app, he was baffled. The word had been ‘moa’. Abe had said it multiple times when talking to Gon, and he’d heard his name mentioned along with it. They’d been talking about him. Mito had used it, too, with a bashful chuckle. Upon consulting his phone’s dictionary, he’d had no trouble finding the translation:

Moa - n. a chicken, either living or to be eaten (Na’a mau kai moa fakapaku. We ate fried chicken.)

Killua shoved his phone in his pocket, not upset, but mostly confused. What did it mean? Was it an insult? A joke? Something else? Mindlessly, his feet carried him around the small house, past Mito who was cooking in the kitchen, past Abe as she wove on the porch, and straight to the back yard where Gon was sitting near Mito’s garden.

Gon let out a shameless squeaking noise as Killua approached him. “Killua, you look so pretty!” he exclaimed. 

Killua’s blush was red enough to rival the flowers around his neck. Gon eyed the necklace with a grin, pointing at an almost identical one that he was sporting with his floral green shirt. “We match!” Gon’s grin was so wide that Killua worried it might get stuck. He opened his mouth to say as much, but then Gon continued. “Abe made these for us from the heilala tree.” He pointed at a small tree by Mito’s garden. “They’re the flowers of royalty.”

“I- er… is it okay for me to wear this?” Killua asked lamely, suddenly struck with the fear that he was crossing a line.

In two long strides, Gon was in front of him with a comforting arm on his shoulder. “Don’t worry, Killua. Abe wouldn’t have made them if it was inappropriate. We wear them for special occasions, like for the feast tonight, but there are certain patterns for making them that are for the nobles only.” Gon’s arm shifted from Killua’s shoulder to hovering over his heart, touching the necklace gently as a thoughtful expression settled on his face. Killua wondered with horror if Gon could register his pounding heart from this proximity. “Plus,” Gon added softly, “you look so beautiful with it.”

Killua squirmed, biting back his usual response of how embarrassing Gon was. Instead, he said what was really on his mind. “As beautiful as a chicken,” he muttered before he could stop himself.

Gon’s eyes widened with an unasked question, then he muffled a laugh in his palm. “What does that mean?” The sentence barely made it out between his childish giggles.

“Don’t think I didn’t hear you and Abe gossiping earlier,” Killua grumbled as he plopped down onto the ground, adjusting his skirt carefully so he could sit cross legged. 

Gon was laughing harder now. “Wha- ahaha what are you talking about?”

“Oh, come off of it, already. You and Abe kept saying my name and the word moa. I know that means chicken! I’m just saying what I heard…” he trailed off, crossing his arms over his chest with a huff. 

Immediately, Killua wished he hadn’t said anything because Gon was laughing so hard the younger of the two was genuinely concerned that he might not be getting any oxygen. 

“Killuaaaa,” Gon guffawed, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye as he doubled over on himself.

“Geez, idiot, breathe!”

A deep breath in, disrupted by another laugh, an uneven breath out, followed by a deeper, calmer breath in. “Killua,” Gon whispered, clearly trying very hard to not lose himself to laughter again. “Moa means chicken, but it’s also a slang word.”

Ah. Yeah, English to Tongan dictionaries weren’t great for learning colloquialisms… Killua’s ears burned under tufts of white hair, ashamed that he’d even brought it up.

“Boyfriend.”

Killua’s head snapped up to meet a gentle, golden stare. Gon’s hands joined his own, which he’d folded in his lap. He nearly shuddered as Gon’s thumb stroked the back of his hand, leaving in its wake a trail of warmth that Killua secretly wished would never fade away. 

“Moa,” Gon said again, “it means boyfriend.”

It was uncommon between the two of them for Killua to be the one to short circut, and yet, his mind was suddenly buzzing with something equally comforting and annoying.

“Wait,” he began, slowly. “Then… are we? I mean… er-” Killua cleared his throat, glancing to the grass to his right. 

“We can be. Y’know… if Killua wants…” One of Gon’s hands left Killua’s lap to rub the back of his neck. “Abe and Mito have been teasing me about it all week. I didn’t want to make a big deal or talk to you about it if it made you uncomfortable, but…” his voice trailed off, leaving the wonderful but mortifying question hanging in the air.

“Of course I do, you idiot,” Killua muttered. Then, without thinking, he leaned forward and kissed Gon’s stupid slaphappy grin off of his face.

[liberolove]

Testing the Waters (pt. 2)

Summary: youve finally graduated high school and now youre moving on to college. youve decided to go to sendai university. its summer and youve become curious about checking out the dating pool in miyagi, so you download a dating app. you figure you might as well have fun before delving too deep into your studies

Part: [part two] out of ???

Pairings: nishinoya x reader / kuroo x reader / oikawa x reader / kiyoko x reader

A/N: theres tons of ships here, just me living out my hoe phase lmao please dont judge me. let me know what yall think

Genre: fluff, smut, crack

Warnings: flirting, college shinanigans

It’s been three days since the last time you saw Yuu. Gosh, even saying his name to yourself gave you goosebumps. You two have been texting non stop and honestly, it felt so refreshing. You were a pretty bad texter but he knew how to keep the conversation going. 

One of his favorite things to do was play 21 questions with you. He wasn’t like those fuckboys who would use this opportunity to ask you if you were a virgin or what your favorite position was. Yuu was different. He came up with the craziest scenarios and judged you on the way you answered. One time he asked you how you would escape a 300 lb lion that just broke out of the zoo you were visiting. You honestly had no idea how to respond but eventually you replied, 

“I’d make sure to run with a crowd and ‘accidentally’ trip a slow runner so that the lion could get distracted and probably (most likely) attack them. This would buy me some time to get the hell out there.”

This response caught Noya off guard but he loved the way you thought. You continued to come up with barbaric schemes to survive all the scenarios he would throw at you. He kept you guessing and that was what you liked so much about him. He was wild and so were you.

You were getting a little impatient over your next date so you took a deep breath and eventually asked him.

Y/N: Heeey, Yuu. I was wondering when you’d like to go out again. I’d really like to go out with you again.

Nishinoya Yuu: hey cutie! I’ve been wanting to see you again but I haven’t had any days off from work lately.. (; ･`д･´) IM DYING!! I just wanna see yoouuuuu

Y: Aw man.. :( That sucks. When do you think you’ll get your next day off?

N: idk tbh but hopefully it’s soon!!

Y: no worries, just let me know.

N: will do!!

Well, that was that. Now you wondered what you should do to pass the time. You were bored again and needed something to do. “Oh wait. I should check the app. I haven’t checked since I messaged Yuu on there. Maybe I have more matches.”

You opened up the app and you had 10 notifications. You had gotten some likes on the selfie you posted and several people viewed your profile. You checked who looked at your profile, and it was mostly ugly, older, men. “Gross,” you thought to yourself. Besides this, you noticed some new messages. 

You opened up the first message. 

“Hey sexy! Wanna come see me play? Click my link https://…..”

“Damn bots. So annoying.” You deleted the message. Next message:

“DTF?”

“I mean like yeah, but you could’ve been less forward in your message. What a turn off..” You had one last notification left. Maybe it wouldn’t be a let down.

“Are you made of Fluorine, Iodine, and Neon? 'Cause you are F-I-Ne.”

To be honest, this pick up line did make you giggle a little. You checked out the profile of the mysterious stranger who sent it and you were surprised that it was a bulked up biker. And damn, was he hot as hell. 

His hair stood up in an organized, weird bed head kind of way. It made him look like a rooster. Rather than smile in his photos, he smirked. And his eyes looked like he could undress you solely with his gaze. He looked like your typical bad boy, but that didn’t make sense. Why would he use a chemistry pick up line?

This made you become even more interested, so you replied back with another cheesy pick up line.

Y/N: I wish I were adenine because then I could get paired with U.

Kuroo Tetsuro: Hey, kitten. I thought you’d never reply. You had me waiting.

Y: umm??? calling me kitten already?

K: What’s wrong? Are you flustered already? We haven’t even met up yet.

Y: woah there cowboy! hold your horses

K: I’m not a cowboy, but I’ll gladly have you ride me instead.

Y: skskskks i cant even-

K: Sorry. Too much?

Y: YES TOO MUCH

K: Alright. Let me start over. Ahh, a fellow chemist, I presume?

Y: yeaaah, kind of. I have a love/hate relationship with chemistry.

K: Is that so? Maybe I can help with that.

Y: oh really? how so?

K: I am a chemistry major after all. I go to Sendai. Do you go to school?

Y: uhhh i’m going to start there in the fall. I still haven’t decided what to major in, just yet.

K: Maybe you’ll end up being a chemistry major like me and I can give you private one on one lessons? 

Y: I highly doubt that, but nice try. 

K: Have you gotten a tour of the campus yet? Or are you waiting for freshman orientation?

Y: nah, I haven’t seen all of it yet. 

K: Would you like to?

Y: um sure! When are you free for my private tour? (:

K: How about tomorrow in the morning? Maybe around 9am? I can pick you up too if you’d like.

Y: Sounds good and no thanks. I’m not riding on that motorcycle! Looks scary :(

K: Don’t worry, kitten. I’ll drive safely and make sure nothing happens to you.

Y: there you go again.

K: Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. No, but really. I don’t mind picking you up. Have you ever been on a motorcycle before?

Y: nope

K: Then, let’s change that. Send me your address tomorrow morning. And get some rest.

Y: alrighty it’s a plan then!

K: No. It’s a date.

Y: sksksk omg

After that conversation, all you could think about was how the hell did you get into this mess? Motorcycles are dangerous, yet this rooster convinced you so easily to take a ride with him.. 

It was an understatement to say that you were nervous for tomorrow.

You set an alarm for 7 am the next day and went to bed.

Your alarm woke you up and you immediately remembered why you were awake so early. You rushed into the shower and once you were out, you spent 30 minutes deciding on what to wear. You opted for some black, ripped skinny jeans and a white v-neck t-shirt. 

At 8am on the dot, your phone’s notification bell went off. It was Kuroo.

“What’s your address, baby?”

You sent him the details and continued getting ready. You put on some light makeup and brushed your hair. You checked the time, and it was already 8:55 am. Then, your phone went off again.

“I’m outside.”

Your heart almost beat out of your chest. You grabbed your purse and put on some chapstick. You know, just in case..

You locked up your apartment and walked down the stairs. You were greeted by the biggest shit eating grin on the sexiest man you’d ever seen. You never went for the bad boys but college is a time for experimenting. 

“Hey, Y/N. You ready to ride? I brought an extra helmet for you.”

“Hi, Kuroo. And yeah, I guess,” your voice shook as you replied. You were really nervous but you tried to hide it.

“Don’t worry, baby. There’s nothing to be afraid of. I’ll keep you safe.”

His words made you melt and you had just met him. The way he cooed at you and looked your way made you blush. You felt your cheeks get hotter by the second.

“Alright. Hop on and hold on to my waist. Hold on tight or else you’re gonna fly away when I take off. Okay?”

“..okay..” you managed to mutter. You were shaking but you put on the helmet he gave you and lifted up your leg to sit on the metal machine. You slowly hugged Kuroo from behind and held on as tight as you could. Your head was smashed right up against his large, broad back.

“Ready?” he asked.

“..yeah,” you squeaked.

Before you finished saying this, he had taken off like the devil was chasing him. If this was his meaning of safe driving, you didn’t want to find out his meaning of reckless driving.

The ride to Sendai University only took about 5 minutes, when realistically it would take 20 minutes by bus. You arrived and Kuroo teased, “are you going to let go, kitty?”

You hadn’t realized you were still gripping onto him for dear life. You released him from your hold and your hands still tingled from the amount of force you applied to his shirt. “Sorry!”

“No worries. Hey, look! I brought you here alive. Aren’t you glad?” he cackled. 

His laugh sounded like a dying hyena but it did sound a little cute at the same time. “Yeah. Thank goodness. Your driving is insane, dude.”

He showed you all over campus, from the administrative buildings to the gymnasium, to the fields. Sendai was a pretty big campus, and it made you glad that you had a personal guide to show you all the different buildings. 

After your little tour was over, he asked, “wanna grab a bite to eat? I’ll be a gentleman and pay for you too.”

Of course, you couldn’t say no to food. Much less, FREE FOOD! You nodded and got ready to ride the devil’s machinery again.

He took you to a nearby sushi bar. “Order whatever you’d like, princess. Today, I want to spoil you rotten.”

You melted at his words and also at the variety of rolls on the menu. You didn’t ask him if he really meant that you could order anything. You just kind of went for it. You ordered everything from shrimp tempura, to octopus, to eel. Sushi was your favorite and being told that you could order everything was a dream come true.

“Damn, girl! I had no idea you had such a huge appetite!  I didn’t know you’d take me seriously on my offer. You’re gonna run my pockets dry.”

You blushed and looked away. “Sorry, Kuroo. I really couldn’t help myself. I love sushi so much.”

“I’m just teasing you, baby. You deserve to be treated like this everyday.”

You had no idea how to respond so you just kept stuffing your face with sushi.

After you finally had your fill, it was time to go home. It was getting late. Kuroo took you home and you were definitely more relaxed this time on the bike. 

“I hope you had a great time today, kitty. And I hope I met your standards.”

“Yes, I did! Thank you so much, Kuroo! This was honestly so much fun. Thanks for everything.”

“Of course. Nothing but the best for you. I just need one little favor from you, baby.”

“Oh? What is it?”

“Can I get a kiss from your soft lips? I know you want to. I saw the way you kept staring at me, today.”

“Oh.. uhh.. Y-yea-yeah. Sure, of course.. Yeah,” you stammered. 

You looked at him with soft, shy eyes and before you knew it, he leaned in quickly and kissed you on the lips. Your eyes were wide open in surprise but as he deepened the kiss, your eyes slowly shut.

The kiss felt like electricity coursing through your body. You didn’t know what it was, but this man definitely already had you wrapped around his long, slender finger. 

As soon as you realized his hold on you, he backed off, and left you wanting more. He was such a tease.

“I can’t just let you have everything today, kitten. I need you wanting more.”

You didn’t know what to respond so you looked down at the ground shyly. 

“I’ll message you later, y/n. Don’t make me wait too long, again.”

You waved and muttered, “Thank you, Kuroo.”

He revved up his bike and was gone in seconds.

You remained in a daze as you walked back up to your apartment. Once you got inside, you plopped down on your couch and released a long sigh. “Who knew that college was going to be so exciting..”

[link to kuroo pic i found]

[ghostyprince]

wrap me up, with your heart

word count: 3.537 rating: T fandom: BuzzF. Uns. relationship: Ryan B./Shane M. summary:  Ryan's a little shit with a weakness to the cold weather (and Shane's jacket) and Shane isn't as tough against it anymore as he'd like to think. author’s note: 3.5k of nothing but pure self-indulgent fluff that took too long to write and now i’m just happy i don’t have to look at it anymore tbh, but enjoy!

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"I'm fucking cold," Ryan says, arms wrapped around himself, grasping at the sleeves of his thin sweater with icy fingers as they're walking back to their hotel after a long, long filming session in a supposedly haunted prison. It wasn't much warmer in there either, but Ryan was too on edge at the moment to care. But boy, did he care now, late at night, probably like one in the fucking morning in the middle of Pennsylvania in November as his ears and fingertips are about to fall off.

Shane immediately lifts his gaze off his phone to look at Ryan. He looks cozy, sporting a soft-looking beanie and his farmer jacket that he always seems to have around, and yeah, Ryan is a little bit jealous. But he knows it won't take long if he plays his cards just right. Shane's eyes narrow and he pockets his phone and yep, there it comes. "I told you, man. Told you to put on something warmer. But no," he drags out the last word while he pulls the hat off his head and straight onto Ryan's with a swift motion, maybe a bit more rough than the situations calls for. It does make Ryan yelp and wheeze out a laugh immediately after, though.

"You have to be the cool manly man who's never cold. When we all know that's a bunch of bullshit, little guy." He huffs, genuinely annoyed and Ryan has seen it many many times but it never fails to amuse him and also make his heart flutter.

Shane takes off his jacket too, pushing it into Ryan's hands who only hesitates for a moment before putting it on. Purely for show, like it wasn't what he was fucking playing at ever since they stepped out of their hotel rooms that evening.

"To be fair, it wasn't that cold when we started filming."

Ryan does up all the buttons, feeling warmer already. Shane's jacket fits him just right to be one of the most comfortable things in the world, just a tad too big, considering how much shorter he is than the big guy. Though, Ryan's opinion might be biased.

And then Ryan catches a whiff of Shane's cologne and something that's just so Shane. It clings to the jacket and it will cling to Ryan too for the rest of the night. Which was the goal all along. It was Ryan's idea to check out this fast food place, tell Shane he wants to walk, to see the city, and complain about being cold eventually so Shane would baby him like he always does. All part of his stupid plan that seems to work flawlessly every single time somehow.

"No, it wasn't. However, I don't know if you know this Ryan," Shane leans to whisper like he's sharing a secret as they're walking and Ryan is already losing it, giggling helplessly into the back of his hand, "But you can use your big detective brain to figure out that it will be cold later at night."

"Shut up, Shane. I thought I would be fine, okay?" Ryan grins, tugging the sleeves of Shane's jacket over his hands even more.

"You always do. I'm starting to think you're doing this on purpose." Shane teases him, hands stuffed into his pockets. Ryan's heart jumps into his throat immediately. Maybe after about a year of intentionally leaving his jackets and warm clothes at the bottom of his suitcase or not packing any in the first place, Shane had finally caught on.

Despite the dread settling in Ryan's stomach he almost hopes he got caught. Just so he could get that push he desperately needed in the last year to finally confront his feelings, getting rejected or not. This awkward and albeit creepy flirting needed to stop, Ryan knew that much, but couldn't bring himself to actually end it yet. TJ and Devon knew too. They witnessed a handful of these scenarios and all it took was one glance at Ryan's shit-eating grin over Shane's scarf wrapped around his neck to figure out what's going. Shane's the only one who's so goddamn oblivious to it all.

"Are you telling me that you're not freezing to death in that flannel?" Ryan asks eventually, elegantly pushing the subject to another direction.

"Nope!" Shane answers cheerily. "It's pretty nice actually. You're just a wimp who got spoiled on the constant warmth of L.A."

"We all can't be weird cryptids who are immune to the cold, big guy." Shane laughs softly at that and bumps his shoulder to Ryan's. They're walking impossibly close now, and Ryan is tempted, he's so tempted to reach for Shane's hand. Blame it on the cold, wrap Shane's hand around his, let it warm him up from the inside out. Instead, he stuffs his hands deeper into the jacket. He's already seeing the entrance of their hotel, it doesn't matter now. It's not because he's a coward. It's not, it's just wasn't the right time. It's all not a big deal until Shane gets sick a day or two after they arrive back home in L.A. He doesn't show up to work in the usual time, so naturally, Ryan gets worried and shoots him a text when Shane is approximately an hour late, asking if everything is alright.

He gets a reply shortly, three lines sent in separate messages and he rolls his eyes at the dramatic nature of them, but then again, it's very Shane.

im so fuckin sick rxan i thing im dying take care of obi for me please

Shane has been complaining about his throat being sore and being a bit out of it. It's probably just a nasty cold, nothing to be worried about. At the same time, Ryan can't help but think he's at least partially to blame.

He rarely felt guilty for stealing Shane's warm clothes, because Shane kept bragging about how the cold doesn't affect him at all, that he's just peachy wearing only a thick jumper in the middle of a heavy snowfall. And well, Ryan believed him, took the offered jacket and scarf or gloves in spite of Shane making fun of his 'delicate skin'. He even thought Shane deserved to be cold, that asshole.

But now Shane has to miss work and feel like shit because he acted like a fucking child, instead of fessing up to his attraction and asking Shane on a date like a proper 28-year-old grown-ass man would.

Sure, it was Shane who offered his clothes all the time and without hesitation, however, Ryan was the one taking advantage of it. So he's going make up for his stupidity right now, it's decided. He doesn't have to worry about work, he can do the editing at home that day, it wouldn't be the first time.

Ryan's determination and confidence instantly disappeared into the void as he was standing in front of Shane's apartment, hesitant to knock or move or breathe. He has no idea what happened, he was doing so well up until this point. Sure, he spent like ten minutes in his car, frantically googling chicken soup recipes and being on the hunt for the best and easiest one to prepare.

He ended up going with an instant pack from the grocery store he stopped at on the way to Shane's apartment because he figured it's not the most convenient time to experiment in a kitchen that's not even his. He bought some popcorn too while he was there, the kind he knew Shane loved. It might not be the best choice of food when he's sick, but he can have it later.

He may or may not have gotten this ridiculous looking hot dog-shaped keychain for him also, sporting big googly eyes. That's how fucking guilty Ryan feels. He also thought it was absolutely disgusting, so naturally, he knew Shane would love it.

To be honest, Ryan never once stopped to think that maybe showing up to Shane's apartment out of the blue, when he's most likely feeling miserable and just wants to be left alone is overstepping a line. That maybe it's a little too much, even if they're as close as they are. Just a tad bit. He just went on his own little quest to do anything that would make Shane feel better and to ease the guilt that keeps twisting his stomach into knots without any regards at all to what Shane wants.

So he backs into the wall across Shane's door and fishes out his phone to send him a text, praying to every god he knows that he's not sleeping. To Ryan's absolute relief the little 'seen' pops up under his message shortly after it's been sent.

is it okay if i come over? bring you some soup and shit?

you don't have to

Ryan's heart sank into his fucking stomach and jumped back up to his throat with the same intensity as another message was sent.

but i could use some food. too sick to make anything.

well im kinda already here dude

gimme a minute

-

Shane scrambled to his feet, and apparently, it was the worst thing he could've done because everything went black for a few moments as he caught himself on the back on the couch with one hand. He has no time to worry about almost blacking out though because Ryan is waiting outside his car probably and Shane's apartment is as disgusting as he himself feels. He picks up most of the tissue paper that's scattered all across the couch and floor.

A small trail of them leads to the bedroom where Shane dragged himself out of earlier, a soft blanket wrapped around his shoulders like the world's most pathetic superhero just to watch some cooking show on Netflix because it requires the least amount of brain cells for him to use at the moment.

He attempts to make the couch look acceptable and runs a hand through his hair a few times, but it simply can't be helped. He does make his place look just a tiny bit more decent than it was five minutes ago at least. And that's when the knocks came from his door.

Ryan stands there, as Shane opened the door, hands stuffed into his jeans and paper bag hanging from one of his wrists. Shane would've taken note of his awkwardness if he wasn't so hyper-aware of the way his hair is standing in every direction and how he's wearing one of the less nice pajama pants he owns and an old worn t-shirt.

But then Ryan smiles at him, just like he always does like he's just happy to see Shane even when he's at his lowest and suddenly everything seems a little brighter.

"Hey, I thought you could use a little cheering up and something to make you feel better," says Ryan, almost sheepishly. He lifts the paper bag and giving it a shake. "Got you popcorn too, but you're not allowed to have any until you're better."

Shane frowns at him and honest to God pouts. It's the most hilarious, adorable thing Ryan has ever seen.

"Thought you came here to make me feel better, not kick a man when he's down, but come in, I suppose." He sighs, stepping aside and letting Ryan in who just barely catches the crinkle to his eyes and the mischievous smile Shane couldn't hold back anymore.

Ryan makes a beeline for the kitchen, immediately finding a pot so he can make Shane some soup and hoping it doesn't seem like he's doing this out of guilt. He's just helping his best friend out, not feeling horrible at all about how Ryan's shitty flirting technique got him sick in the first place. Nope.

Shane takes a seat at the dining table, chin propped up in his hand and watching Ryan bustle around in his kitchen. Reaching for a spoon without even having to look and standing on his tippy toes to grab a bowl from the top shelf, knowing exactly where they are. Like he's at home.

The sudden rush of fondness hits Shane like a sack of potatoes at the sight of it. The sheer domesticity of it nearly makes his heart melt.

Shane almost stands to help, but it's not needed, so he just huffs out a tiny laugh and wheezes a bit harder when he starts grumbling about "fucking Sasquatch putting everything on the top shelf on purpose". This is exactly one of the many reasons why Shane adores him so much.

And when Ryan still turns to grin at him, like he always does, even if he's being fake pissy, Shane physically has to stop himself from getting up and just kissing him silly right there. He distracts himself with getting the popcorn out of the bag and that's when he spots the little keychain. A big grin finds itself onto his face as he traces a thumb across the little charm. It's cheap-looking and fucking ridiculous but Shane couldn't give a single fuck, he is so in love.

"Really?" He asks voice strained from trying not to laugh. He holds up the keychain, hooking it on his middle finger and dangling it when Ryan turns to look. He immediately rolls his eyes and oh man, he's definitely blushing, it doesn't matter he's turning away, doing his best hide it, Shane still catches a glimpse of it spreading out on his cheeks and ears beautifully.

"Look, your stupid animated food series ruined my life and I know you have zero taste, so it's a perfect gift." Ryan wouldn't meet his eyes, but Shane can see part of his smile, hears the waver of his voice, despite Ryan being so defensive about the stupid keychain.

"Thank you, Ryan. I like it a lot."

The sincerity which he said that with even surprised Shane, not to mention Ryan, who almost spilled the hot noodles all over himself while attempting to pour them into a bowl.

-

"Why are you here? Not that I don't appreciate the food and treating me like a princess, I sure do, I'm just curious." Shane says, much later, when he's all wrapped up in his soft blanket, belly full of soup.

Which was mediocre at best, but Shane was starving, too sick and lazy to make himself anything earlier, so that damn soup tasted like the most delicious thing he ever had. Of course, it has nothing to do with the fact that Ryan made it for him.

Ryan turns his head towards him now, and Shane's a little taken aback by how close they are. Not even ten minutes earlier Ryan was sitting on the other end of the couch, and now they're practically pressed up against each other, from legs to shoulders, the only barrier between them being Shane's blanket. He must've migrated there while they were having a heated discussion about the contestants of the British Bake Off. (Ryan always picks the worst fucking people, goddammit.)

Shane can't believe he hadn't noticed the warmth of Ryan next to him earlier, or the whiff of that cologne Ryan always used lately Shane learned to love. Now that he's very much aware of it, the heat radiating off of Ryan is almost too much, combined with the blanket, so he shrugs it off. If anything, it's worse because Ryan's bare arm is now completely pressed against his and Shane's heart takes that as an excuse to pick up the pace.

"Because you're my friend? I just- I wanted to make sure you're okay. Wouldn't want you to die because of a little cold, what would happen to Unsolved?" Ryan jokes, playing it cool and casual. If Shane wouldn't know him extremely well, maybe he'd even buy what he's selling.

"Sure, that makes sense. Except, all those other times I've been sick you just gave me a 'gross, keep your germs away from me, please' or a half-hearted 'get better, dude'. You never showed up in my apartment and cooked for me. I didn't even know you knew how to work a stove!" Shane grins at him brightly. Seems like they can't have a normal conversation without insulting each other. "How do you explain that, Ry-guy?"

Shane doesn't expect Ryan to go quiet and stare at his hands, the TV, the ceiling. Anywhere but right at Shane. And he doesn't expect the guilt written all over Ryan's face when he does finally meet Shane's eyes.

"First of all, I don't sound like that. And second- I'm not proud of this, okay? Just don't be too mad." Shane's about to open his mouth and ask what the living hell Ryan is talking about, but he gets cut off.

"You're sick because of me. You kept giving me your jacket, remember?"

Shane does remember, but he has no idea what that has to do with him getting sick?

"Ryan, how is that your fault? I was the one giving you my jacket cause you're so goddamn cold all the time. You didn't force me. And here I thought I was the one who tends to overthink."  Shane says jokingly, and he immediately realizes they're having one of those rare Serious Conversations because Ryan doesn't laugh. If anything, he looks even more on edge,  his hand fisting into the blanket pooled around Shane's hips.

"I didn't force you," Ryan repeats, still not quite meeting Shane's eyes. "but I did leave my warm clothes at the hotel on purpose."

Ryan shuts his eyes as soon as the words leave his lips. If he can't see Shane, Shane can't see him, right? He almost looks relieved, finally putting it out there, lifting the weight of it off of his shoulders. And he can't stop there now, he has to push through while he's on a roll.

With a sudden surge of bravery Ryan doesn't know where he mustered up from he looks right into Shane's eyes, takes in his utterly confused expression and flat out ignores it for now, even when dread grips at his heart. It's worse than any haunted place they've been, but he's gonna say what he has to say right now, fear of rejection be damned.

"I wanted your clothes because I love- liked how it made me smell just like you." He says, voice cracking despite all the determination and courage he could muster up to say it. Ryan closes his eyes then, waiting for Shane's judgment. He braces himself for the outcome, for Shane to call him creepy, or even ask him to leave.

His heart would break, oh yeah, it sure fucking would but he could do it, he could walk out of his life if Shane would ask him to. There was very little Ryan wouldn't do for him.

It's dead silent around them for about a minute, thanks to one of them pausing the baking show while they were talking. Just as Ryan's about to open his eyes and face the situation, Shane's lips pressed against his in a split second.

It's a soft kiss in general, but it could be so much better, so much more if Ryan wouldn't be so damn difficult. As soon as Shane's mouth brushed against his, Ryan flinched back, even letting out a yelp, because he was just caught off guard, alright?

And Shane was looking at him now, embarrassed, like he did something wrong and oh God, Ryan can't have that, absolutely not. So he reaches out, not paying any mind to the uptick of his heart as he practically crashes their lips together.

Shane makes a surprised, muffled sound and shortly turning his head out of the kiss, fucking wheezing at him while Ryan's about to jump out of his skin. However, it soon turns into a coughing session and another pang of guilt hits Ryan's chest. At least Shane's smiling when he can finally speak again, eyes all crinkly. Ryan has the urge to kiss him again.

"Yeah, let's not do that unless you want me to choke." Shane's unfairly big hand comes up to cup his cheek and the way Ryan leans into the touch immediately says a lot about how gone he is for Shane. "Besides, wouldn't want you to get sick. I'm absolutely not dealing with your whiny ass."

"You're such a dick, Shane." Ryan barks out a laugh that maybe sounds a bit hysterical, but just as relieved. It's also not so much of an insult when it's said with all the fondness in the world.

We're okay, Ryan thinks, one leg draped over Shane's lap. They're basically pressed against each other as much as they can. Shane's arm fits perfectly around him as if it belongs there. Shane won't kick him out, they're more than okay.

And sure, Ryan moves to get up and move to the other end of the couch, or fucking leave every five minutes, refusing to put up with Shane's bullshit and terrible choices in bakers. But Shane grabs his wrist every single time, pulling him close and not letting go, even when his side hurts from laughing and Ryan wheezes into his neck.

[magicrested-a]

things i love about the comics: 

1. wyatt not being portrayed as a walking stereotype and having this state of mind where he knows a lot more than what everyone is telling him. He knows when things are bad, when his family is in trouble. and he’s the first to know that something is definitely not right with his ‘aunt’ prue. and him, then going into ‘vanquish’ mode despite this being his AUNT is even more fitting to who he is. 

2. despite all that, wyatt still gets the chance to act like a dumb kid and its always to make his family laugh. like, he doesn’t care about himself. but when his cousins and siblings are around he’s always going to try his best to make them laugh and happy and feel safe. 

3. the glorious moment of wyatt saying ‘i think grams is here’ and then both chris and wy saying in unison ‘the yelling’ in response to being asked how they know that. (also mel tickling him in that same panel oooF SO CUTE. u know he’s insanely ticklish)

4. the underworld. like. boy i have my disagreements with the author and some of the characterisation (and them massively whitewashing darryl) but the underworld and the way it was designed was so fucking cool.

5. the always ‘deep looks’ wyatt has when he’s in the background of a panel. 

like, mel is showing them a flower and its adorable but here wyatt is just looking very DEPRESSED. I MEAN obvs when he’s on his own he’s a very diff person to this ‘happy go lucky dork’ but damn. also im dying at how wyatt has his hand hooked in his pocket. like, just makes my hc canon XD.  

tbh theres so much more but i haven’t got all my comics on this laptop. but one other thing is, in the issue where Prue tries to infect all her nieces and nephews with evil Wyatt could tell, like he could tell she was bs-ing but when Phoebe came down to face her he was the one moving them all away and upstairs to safety. Like, he’s shielding himself between them and prue, protecting them. But he doesn’t want to leave his aunt phoebe alone with her but he TRUSTS phoebe and wants to make sure his family are safe first. which is just! so so so ic for him.

I really need to find that issue but i also would have loved to see wyatt defending them from prue you know? before phoebe came in. Like, just him with his force field protecting them because you know he would. would probs jump in front of the freaking seeds if prue had actually gone to infect them. (tbh i lowkey hc that maybe she actually did infect wyatt but lol idk man i just think the history of wy along with his title/importance, which we don’t talk about bc uh the comics fucked us over on that, was massively ignored considering how dangerous he is w/ or w/out his title and how he was the only evil that ‘won’. that he’s just ‘normal’ is a bit ooc.) 

tbh, i just wish we got more charmed content, even if it was like these comics. so long as the next gen weren’t as ignored as they are. Like, having a solely based next gen comic would be amazing - especially if the first one was them as teenagers (or at least with wyatt as 17). But even a next season to the comics would be amazing bc wyatt, still, would be 17 and having little scenes of teen him would make my everything. I just am dying for charmed content you know? which is why i was so annoyed that there’s literally NOTHING in the reboot. because its not like they’d have to do a lot. even little name drops would make me scream. but charmed has always been the black sheep and one day im going to buy the rights back just to protect it from grubby white man hands. 

[kisskissbanggang]

As If

[~10 minute read, 2.3k Words -- College!Doyoung x Female Reader -- 4:1 Fluff, Smut -- Pretty vanilla tbh, whoops this turned out cuter than expected]

You checked your watch, anxious to end your shift so you wouldn't keep Michelle waiting, as she was supposed to meet you at the internet cafe after her club meeting. Suddenly, you perked up as you saw a familiar head of curly hair bob into view from behind a display at the front of the store.

"Hey!" Michelle beamed at you, hopping up to the counter. "I got out early, so I thought I'd meet you here and we can go to Byte together. And I brought you a surprise!" Michelle produced two coffees from behind her back.

"Coffee?" You inquired, holding back a giggle. Michelle was easily entertained.

"That new Starbucks Coffee across the street! I've been hearing they're good, so I got us a couple lattes. You know they have a weird size system?"

You sipped at the drink, nodding as Michelle rambled. "It tastes like coffee," you marveled, making your friend punch you in the shoulder. You checked your watch again, excited, "and you helped pass enough time for me to clock off! I'll be right back."

You ran into the backroom, punched your time card, grabbed your backpack, and ran back to meet Michelle at the front of the store. "Can we stop by the music store?" She asked, sipping at the straw she had shoved in the lid of her hot coffee. "I wanted to look for something." You agreed and you both made the short trek from KB Toys to Sam Goody.

You had been working at the mall for the past couple semesters. It wasn't the best job, but it paid enough and Michelle worked at the Limited Too downstairs. You walked into the neon store, music reverberating off the walls, and you noticed a new face behind the counter -- tall, slim, gorgeous. You made eye contact with the beautiful stranger and looked away shyly, following behind Michelle as she looked for whatever it was she was searching for. You peeked over the shelves, accidentally making eye contact again. You ducked, knowing you were just seeing things. Having located the mysterious CD she had been hunting for, Michelle linked arms with you and hauled you up front to the counter, bringing you right back in front of the stranger.

Michelle nodded hello to the clerk and pulled off her little fuzzy backpack to dig through it, searching for her wallet. "Do you guys take AmEx?" She asked, not really listening for an answer while she excavated.

His nametag said "Doyoung". You nervously sipped at your latte. You decided to be brave. Worst case scenario, you could never shop here again. "Doyoung, huh? I work a few stores down and never saw you before. Did you just start here?" You asked. Fair opening line, you figured.

He smiled, nodding. "Just moved here, actually," he said. His prolonged eye contact made you suspicious.

Michelle finally found her wallet and snapped it open to root around for her credit card. She nodded conversationally. "Oh, cool," she said, barely paying attention, "from overseas?"

You spit up your latte as your horrified gaze fell on your friend.

"Uh," Doyoung blinked hard, "from Inglewood. I just transferred from USC."

"Oh, awesome! Good for you," Michelle said, beaming her radiant smile at him. "I'm sure you'll love it here. I can show you around. Maybe give me your beeper number and we can hang out?" It astounded you how Michelle refused to let things phase her.

"Thanks," Doyoung said, "but I don't have a beeper." He nonchalantly rang her up. Michelle expectantly waited for an offer of a phone number or something, but never got one. You stood idly by in mortified silence, dying of the awkward brazenness of your friend. Michelle breezily thanked him and grabbed her small shopping bag, pulling you after her.

You wanted to do something, anything. As you stepped out of the store, you stopped in your tracks. "Wait," you paused, pretending to search your pockets, "I think I dropped my, uh, new scrunchie I bought at Claire's last week. It's either in the store or back at work. I'll catch up to you in a second." Michelle shrugged and said she'd be browsing in Old Navy.

You nearly sprinted back to the store, your chunky Skechers slapping the floor as you ran back up to the counter. "Hey!" You said, almost too enthusiastically. Doyoung smiled genuinely at you. He hadn't done that for Michelle. "I'm so sorry about my friend," you panted, almost out of breath from your burst of energy, "she's amazing but she's sort of..."

"Dumb?"

"Functional but without a filter, is how I politely say it."

"I don't know about your friend, but maybe we can hang out?"

"Uh," you paused, failing to hold back a smitten giggle. This never happened to you. "Of course. I can beep yo-- Oh! Duh, you said you don't have one."

"I do have a PDA, though." His gummy smile was infectious. "What's your AIM? I can IM you when I get off today."

You cracked a grin, grabbing the proffered PDA and stylus and tapping in your screen name.

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You lounged at Byte as Michelle finished her paper, drumming your fingers on the desk between you. You knew it was reckless to schedule a date with Doyoung immediately after hanging out with your friend, but you knew everything would be fine once she left for her evening class.

"Yes!" Michelle exclaimed as she finished her paper. She popped her floppy disk out of the computer. "If I hurry I can make it to Kinko's on the way to school for my copies. Thanks for all your help!" She kissed the top of your head and sprinted out the door.

Right on time, Doyoung stepped in five minutes later. You lit up, nearly tempted to get up and run over. However, you kept it locked down, instead waiting for him to approach. He waved, smiling as he sat next to you where Michelle had once occupied. You were about to offer to order some food when suddenly Doyoung slapped his hands on the table. "Let's go out."

You panicked. "Out?"

He nodded. "It's a gorgeous day outside. Let's go to the boardwalk or something." Doyoung grabbed your hand and helped you up, making a show of admiring how you looked in your outfit. You blushed as he led you outside to his Civic parked in the back lot.

You made small talk on your way to the boardwalk. His major was computer science, he hadn't found a good place for tacos yet since moving here. You admired him and the attention he gave you, perking up as his hand moved from the clutch to gently play with your fingers.

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Soon enough, Doyoung excitedly trotted up to you where you were waiting and handed you the smoothie he bought for you. It'd been so long since you had been to the boardwalk, and the Sun just beginning to set was painting the prettiest backdrop.

"So," you prodded, "it is me you're interested in, not Michelle, right?"

Doyoung nearly spit out his own smoothie from laughing. "Oh my god, as if! You're kidding, right?"

You sighed, unable to hold back a small smile. "It's just, it's happened before," you explained, "I look like me, and she looks like she could be Aaliyah's sister, and guys think it's easier to get to know her through me."

Doyoung looked shocked, even hurt. "That's awful," he consoled, "especially when I was only interested in you in the first place."

He truly did make you feel bolder. You leaned forward, offering a chaste kiss on his lips. Before you could pull away, Doyoung's hands were there, circling your hips and holding you close to kiss you deeper.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, you felt the tension rise between you both. No matter what you were doing, whether it was just window shopping or playing an arcade game or even now as you strolled on the beach, you were regularly interrupted by the need to kiss each other. This was the most smitten you'd been since even starting college.

You made more small talk. You had a couple close friends, including Michelle who was mostly around now because she always was. You doubted your major but were sure you'd be more content if you saw it through to the end. Doyoung listened intently, truly enjoying your company. He sat on a bench under one of the boardwalk's streetlamps. He patted his knee, offering you a seat. You bashfully agreed, not exactly used to treatment like this.

"So," he asked, "are you having a good time?"

"I'm having a great time. This has been the best date I've been on in a while, you're very handsome, and I'm very smitten."

"I feel the same," Doyoung agreed, kissing your cheek as he wrapped his arms around you, "you know, the other day at the store when we kept looking at each other I was just surprised by how hot you are."

You laughed and punched him in the shoulder, "Shut up! No way," you insisted.

"Yes!" Doyoung nodded. "I like your hair, and your earrings, and these mini-skirts you insist on wearing." He absent-mindedly patted your thigh before be realized he was practically sliding his hand up your skirt. You reeled off his lap in surprise, a blush crawling over both your faces. "Sorry!" He offered weakly, and you mustered enough confidence to dust yourself off and resume your seat on his lap.

"It's okay," you reassured him, "I think I even liked it." You jokingly winked for him but still found yourself kissing him once again, surprising you both. More surprising was his tongue parting your lips, cautiously testing the waters and lightly massaging your tongue with his. You moaned softly into the kiss, aware of any tourists still milling about the boardwalk. Your grip on each other had tightened and eventually you had to force yourself off of his lap, only to grab his hand and hurriedly lead him away.

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The drive back to campus had been grueling, still attempting to make small talk as you rubbed his thigh. The mood had elevated so fast that there was no way you wanted to lose it. Doyoung groaned as you playfully, bravely teased your fingers against his clothed cock. He thrust up, ever so slightly, against your hand, and you couldn't resist stroking him through his jeans as he pulled into the dorm parking lot. He swung the Civic into the closest spot he could, far in the back of the lot and away from most of the lights.

Practically in sync, you reached for each other once he turned the ignition off. You slipped off his baseball cap and ran your fingers through his hair, clutching onto him as he pulled the lever to recline his seat. He accidentally pulled too hard, sending him flying backwards and pulling you on top of him. You found yourselves laughing despite not pausing your kissing. You grabbed your bag as he sat up, his lips finding and nibbling on the pulse of your neck as you rifled through your purse for the emergency condom you kept in there. He plucked it from your hands and shoved it in the cupholder for now as he was much more concerned with feeling you at the moment. Softly, he pushed the fabric of your skirt up around your thighs and you let out a breathy exhale at the feel of his cool fingers against your panties. You sat up more, lifting slightly off of him in the driver seat as he let his fingers sink under the thin material and into your wetness. You moaned, your hips hungrily rolling against his fingers as he felt you. You couldn't stop begging, "Doyoung, more," and, "Doyoung, please." He looked so pleased with you. Frantic, you unzipped his pants and freed his hard length, getting as good a look at him as you could in the dim light. You felt each other, touching each other and moaning, your hips fighting to actually meet.

Finally, you'd had enough. "I need it," you moaned into Doyoung's ear, earning a moan in return. You grabbed the condom and fumbled, trying to get the rubber on him as soon as possible. Once you finally rolled it down onto him, you pulled your panties aside and began to ease him into you. Doyoung fell back against the reclined seat, gripping your hips hard in his desperation to have you. You bobbed up and down on his cock a few times, allowing yourself to open up to him all the way. Leaning down, you gave him a slight nod as you kissed him, squealing against his lips as he took the signal to thrust up into you. He bounced you hard on his cock, moaning your name against your neck as he held you down against him. Eventually, he let his hands roam, his long fingers groping your breasts as you rode him. You sat up, giving him a better view as you braced yourself against the ceiling of the hatchback and riding him harder, your hips rolling and thrusting wantonly against each other. You took his hand from your breast and slowly led him down to your pussy, placing his thumb right up against your clit. He took the cue right away, his thumb circling the nub as he resumed groping your breasts with his other hand. It wasn't long before you came, writhing and nearly screaming under his touch as your walls shuddered around him. Emboldened, he pulled you down to kiss him as he chased his orgasm, clapping you down against his cock as you ground out your climax, your overstimulated and exhausted whimpers filling the car. Doyoung's hands gripped your thighs, cursing and clenching his jaw as he came, his hips stuttering under you. You collapsed on him, and he collapsed into the seat. You kissed his brow, admiring the flush in his face before kissing his lips.

Doyoung invited you to his room that night.

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[ghostisrping]

a couple ideas

ive just got like a list of things i would like to write either in plot form or using an oc ive got just sitting around. if youre interested and are 18+ like this or hmuuuuu!! this is all stuff ive been dying to do and have a lot of ideas for. it can all be adjusted to fit my partners or if you didnt see anything you like but still wanna rp thats cool too.

1. sugar daddy au! mxm (suga, bts with - )

first of all, let me tell you about my suga 'oc' being like wow i gotta a lot of money and a little bit of time on my hands so im gonna be a sugar daddy to one of these younger idols who like needs a little bit of help. my thought process is that they date without strings and yoongi drops a hot dollar in their pocket but obvi things progress. the pair i had in mind was like maybe bang chan from stray kids. but whoever is fine just like a younger leader trying to do right by his boys but also being like bruh min yoongi from bts wants me to share dinner with him for like money---

2. hp!au an oc heavily inspired by remus lupin (could be a mumu, playing multiple characters each in the universe)

a whole world is possibly built in this one. i have ideas for a korean version of hogwarts in modern time with upgraded wifi magic and magical drugs. and an oc fairly similar to remus, an angsty teen wolf trying not to be too chaotically bi at school. im hoping for a mxm ship with this one too but he is bi so whatever. also it doesnt have to be korean either as long as youre okay with me probably using a korean fc.

3. let me also use woojin from ab6ix-

i just have this idea of him being a cute buff mukbang youtuber whos like awkwardly gay and trying to find a date but also just eating food for a camera-

4. definietly a mumu, scooby doo gang!!!

must be okay with dark/scary theme. the scooby gang living in a van, getting stoned and solving mysteries with creepy vampires, weird lake monsters, and killers. them being like bffs and seeing cool shit but also scary shit that causes nightmares and just overall a big plot tbh.

5. i also got like a shit load of faces id like to use for sure - changbin, jisung, and woojin from stray kids would be great! suga for sure, seonghwa from ateez and maybe hwiyoung from sf9.

[cruddyborderlandstheories]

okay this isn’t a theory at all but I wanted to talk about my 3 Zane builds... because I can and nobody can stop me ahahahahaha

I used this site: https://bl3skills.com/

so far they have Zane, Amara, and Moze available so you should 100% go check it out cuz the creator is doing god’s work and also making builds is fun

the kill skill build im probably going to use mainly on single player:

the reason it's a kill skill build is because the capstone for Hitman (Death Follows Close) is insanely powerful when you consider the Seein’ Red skill. That is, the Seein’ Red skill allows you to activate all your kill skills whenever you activate ur action skill. And Death Follows Close gives every killskill a 40% buff and +4 seconds. which is insane (I spent like an hour just doing the math for all my builds lol). This will be using Zoomer and the Clone, where Zoomer’s got both Bad Dose (radiation damage and movement speed/fire rate buffs for Zane) and Static Shield (if possible bc idk if u can take parallel augments- drains enemy shields and replenishes Zane’s (if not, we’ll take Winter’s Drone which does cryo damage)) and the Clone has Schadenfreude (when the clone takes damage, Zane’s shield is regened) and Which One’s Real (enemies will aggro the clone more often after teleporting - because we want our clone alive and taking aggro for as long as possible- if not possible then we’ll take Binary System in replacement of Schadenfreude). 

this is probably going to be my crowd control build. It likely won’t be outputting a huge amount of damage but if there’s a lot of people and i’m being overwhelmed i imagine the quick action skill charges and the increased movement speed will help a lot

which leads me to the omgwth build that i am v proud of:

This one is my kamikaze build because when I’m playing with friends I like to do dumb shit, and dumb shit includes running into a fight im most definitely not going to win without dying. I take inspiration from suicide psychos.

so basically I’m gonna use the barrier and clone. The idea is to deploy both action skills at once (and pick up the barrier), then run into battle screaming shooting at enemies through the shield. Hopefully at this point I’ll have picked up a nova shield and, i think you can see where this is going, then I can run into the middle of a bunch of enemies and as the barrier’s timer runs out and my shield depletes, teleport out using the clone once the nova hits (we don’t want to be there too long or else our clone’s timer might run out, which is why I didn’t go for Hearty Stock) and let my shields recharge in preparation to do it all over again.

an explanation for a few skills that may make you go “why??”: i chose Really Expensive Jacket over Futility Belt bc the latter is a kill skill, while REJ is always active- a -50% duration of DoT’s is REALLY good, especially if i get DoTed before i teleport, then the shields immediately recharging after i teleport (Quick Breather) won’t take effect because they’ll instantly be knocked out again. Also Zane screams a LOT when he’s on fire and I’m good. I’m good. As for why I chose Duct Tape Mod, I wanna see if it works with the Infinity. if it does, then my god. that’s glorious. Am also hoping it fires a grenade with your grenade mod attached. If it does, then it will likely take from ur stock, which is another reason to have Pocket Full of Grenades. if it doesn’t, then it’s a vanilla grenade and I don’t think that will take from the stock (that’d be kinda shitty), and, hey, free booms.

The barrier stays active for 9 seconds (12.6 with both action skills active) and the clone stays active for 18 (25.2 with both skills active- not sure how this will work when one action skill runs out). The reason I got Violent Momentum is because bullet damage is boosted by the barrier (+20%) and that’s an additional straight +30% gun damage on top of that without any speed boosts as we “run” into battle, but, even better, I’ll be using the Charged Relay (bonus speed!) and Deterrence Field (touch the shield as i zoom towards you and get zapped asshole) augments for the barrier. We’ll also have the skill Supersonic Man, which will maximize our movement speed when the barrier is up. Which is exactly what we want. And, of course, the clone will have Binary System (cryo nova on teleport) and Dopplebanger (booms whenever the action skill ends). because we want to maximize the amount of boom happening at the very end of this maneuver. 

The reason we’re going for grenade regen here (Pocket Full of Grenades) is because we want our clone to be a big strong boy so he can tank and output damage for us before going boom, since after we teleport to relative safety we’re going to need to let our shields regen. Binary System will cause a cryo explosion and Dopplebanger will cause a fire explosion, not the mention the skill that drops a ‘free’ grenade when the clone is killed (wondering if that stacks with Dopplebanger or not). without the Death Follows Close skill, we need to rely on the base 15%/s grenade recharge rate, so that leaves us with about 120% of a grenade 8 seconds after we kill an enemy. and, hopefully, with the way this build is gonna work, minimum 3 grenades before the next time our clone is summonable (with Adrenaline we get a 20.8 long second recharge rate w/ our clone and a 14.8 recharge rate w/ our barrier- 3 grenades would take ~24 seconds with max efficiency) and our shield is fully charged (not factoring grenade drops from enemies here)

Oh, also, my clone is getting a rocket launcher. because that’d be really funny with a +51% fire rate and +33% damage (not to mention the +10% damage from swapping places). If my nova shield burst won’t kill ‘em, then the cryo nova could, if the cryo nova doesn’t, then the rocket launcher could, and if the rocket launcher doesn’t, then the fiery explosion of death might! 

... or the grenade, depending on if i detonate the clone or it gets killed before i’m able to. We’ll see.

my turtle kwami build (that’s a protection build for those of you who don’t miraculous ladybug) for when i think i'm gonna get absolutely fucked without shields and/or I wanna snipe:

focus on cryo sniping and surviving mostly. i love cryo but uh im not the safety/surviving type so i am slightly disappointed it’s merged so far into his barrier tree. Thankfully, i don’t mind sniping/supporting my teammates every once in a while so it’s not a problem, i can get my cryo fix lol. i still prefer pretending this is Jackass the Video Game tho

anyway we don’t care much about increasing shield capacity because if things go according to plan we’ll have the barrier up most of the time (base barrier recharge is 18 seconds, it will become 14.4 seconds) and tbh capacity doesn’t matter much if our shields don’t regen fast enough. also if we’re using amp shields for sniping, then we want the charge rate to be as fast as possible for that as well. We’re also focused on health regen for surviving bc snipers are squishy and we might not be able to get out of danger fast enough so we wanna healthgate, so we got both Rise to the Occasion and Salvation

We’re also using Confident Competence and Nerves of Steel to maximize our sniping potential. To maximize Cryo stuff, we’ve chosen the skills Best Served Cold and Cold Bore. The reason I want to maximize cryo stuff is because of Calm, Cool, n Collected which is fucking amazing, and on a sniper where the duration or recharge of ur action skill can be fully reset? BEAUTIFUL. (even though I’m not big on the Under Cover tree, CCaC is one of my favorite skills. Holy shit is this awesome). Cryo is also great on a sniper in general, as frozen enemies can’t dodge you spamming their crit spot.

We’re also going to get Seein’ Red so activating an action skill will set off all kill skills. These kill skills include Futility Belt (all elemental damage is set to non-elemental damage- basically a 22% damage reduction to all damage for 8 seconds), Salvation (weapons grant life steal for 20% damage (which is AMAZING) for 8 seconds), and Cool Hand (increases reload speed). The reason we’re aiming for reload speed is because we wanted Almighty Ordnance and getting Praemunitus wouldn’t let us do that, so we take the second best thing to magazine size.

Our augmentations will be Nanites or Some Shite (health regen, reload speed (synergizes with Cool Hand) and shield recharge delay (amp shield)) and Redistribution (increased gun damage by +9% for 3s whenever the shield takes damage). For Zoomer, we’re gonna take Winter’s Drone (in hopes that will still proc Calm, Cool, and Collected- if not, well, cryo is brilliant for snipers anyway) and Almighty Ordnance (for long distance missile damage. I was thinking this plus whenever Zoomer drops a grenade (which will be a singularity grenade) will be absolutely amazing).

anyway, if it wasn’t obvious enough, im maining Zane and i'm going to have a great fuckin time yeet

im hoping i’ll be able to min/max further with class mods and artifacts. I get the feeling Zane’s class mods will allow him faster recharge rate for one action skill (either depending on slot or whichever tree the mod buffs most). Artifacts are apparently going to buff movement types, which I’m REALLY excited for. I hope I can get some cryo damage going with my slams/sliding.

I am also very much considering a Hyperion and Tediore build for my kamikaze build until I get max level, then we’ll see which legendaries i need to grind in order to maximize chaos with my gear as well. Idk what kinda rocket launcher i’d get though. maybe something Maliwan... ooo you know what, do the CoV make rocket launchers? I’d love to see how the heat mechanic plays with the clone getting a copy of your current gun...

EDIT: edited to add links to each build.

[readbythestarlight]

c2e41

I can’t believe it’s time to find out the consequences of Fjord’s accidental mistakes and bad decisions

lol I almost panicked when Travis wasn’t at the table like he HAS to be here for this

I like the “oh nos” coming from the rest about Sam’s ad

SAM NO

LOL MATT’S FACE

Sam doesn’t know what any of his Scottish means he probably just insulted his own mother

He’s gonna give Cad Molly’s necklace IT’S FINE IM NOT EMOTIONAL EXCEPT I AM

Wow okay Cad and Caleb can y’all chill and not give me emotions? Thanks.

B: *hands over Frumpkin*

C: “You have three or four more days you know”

B: “DO I?!” *grabs Frumpkin back and sticks him in her pocket*

I sure hope Sprinkles is alright after almost drowning along with the rest of them, poor thing

FJORD WAS HER FIRST SEMI-KISS

This whole interaction is super cute im dying

Fjord listen no pressure but try not to break her heart

Nott somehow always makes me a little sad

LOL oh this advice Nott. Amazing.

lol the clerics spoiling Matt’s plans for a supply stop

YES GOOD PLEASE ACQUIRE THE SKILLS NEEDED FOR SAILING

Marisha looks so excited

JESTER NO CRUSHING UP YOUR DIAMONDS FOR TATTOOS DO YOU UNDERSTAND

y’all need those

for revivifying or whatever

listen though, they absolutely all need matching sparkle tattoos someday though I want it real bad

OOO are they gonna do pirate shit??? Attack the ship and steal stuff?

This is a test if I ever saw one

Guys don’t do it please it’s such a bad idea

I just feel like Avantica is testing Fjord with basically everything

Guys please just don’t

Cad’s right it’s a bad decision

FJORD

YOU

FUCKING

IDIOT

FJORD IS A FJUCKING FJOOL

this is such a bad idea

Jester giving him the salty shoulder

“I feel like this is somehow connected to your previous bad decisions” yes Cad please keep shaming him

lol Not going crazy with the canon stuff

oh damn fjord

lol buddy Nott doesn’t even need that anymore goofy boy

Sam’s gonna roll really bad and Nott’s gonna hit the ship I can feel it

A NAT 1

okay it didn’t fire okay

Nott darling you’re going to blow up your own ship

“fire boy! go, gogo!”

“Alright, so you owe us a canon.”

Oh lord

20 thank god

SHIIIIIIIPS

They’re gonna end up with wanted posters when they get back to shore

Fjord honey what are you doing this isn’t even like you. Is this about gaining Avantica’s trust? At what cost??

Caduceus the Cool Calm Guy

God this is just… so bad

I’m serious they’re going to end up being wanted criminals

fjord

why the fuck did you give him your real name

Caduceus is the only smart one, hiding his face

stop using you’re real names Fjord for fuck’s sake be smart

Caleb plz stop

oh god guys this isn’t worth the trouble

this is gonna be so bad im so on edge

this is where the fight will break out

Jester what are you going to do oh no

Poor Liab

JESTER YOU CANT TATTOO SOMEONE AGAINST THEIR WILL

here we go I hope you’re ready to live with your bad decisions Fjord

Are they even considering that whatever this magical item is, it’ll probably go straight to Avantica?

“I don’t trust Avantica” Beau says to Caleb through Frumpkin while members of Avantica’s crew are present.

Frumpkin being able to attack is cool as frick I like that

Don’t die Frumpkin

“twelve renegade points, one point paragon!” lol Matt

I like how Beau’s like “we’re trying to be good people” but then threatens to slit his throat. Like FYI Beau, threatening someone over something you don’t have a right to, that you’re STEALING, after ATTACKING THIS GUY, is not how good people act.

Beau leave him alone

Seriously

Somehow this was only a minor disaster. So far. If they don’t end up with wanted posters because they’re pirates I will be shocked.

I don’t like anything that Avantica approves of. I don’t trust her.

She knows. She so knows they’re hiding something.

Caleb so cute talking about cats and books

They need to not look right now. They need to put it in the bag and leave it until they get far away from Avantica.

PAPERRRR

The Not There Fairy, cousin to the Metagaming pigeon

Ohhhh Beau you gonna get a tattoo like Molly’s??

Okay… darling… but maybe not an eye though that just seems like it’s inviting trouble

“But you know he’s dead” WOW

IT’S THE BARBIE RAPUNZEL PAINTBRUSH

Jester. I’m begging you. Save that paint for when y’all actually need a door.

(Also @Taliesin just tell us all what Molly would think of it please Inquiring Minds want to know)

Let Caduceus have the shield

I hope you all feel like guilty fucks tbh that was just not necessary

Oh no mediocre perception check….

Beau please don’t try sneaking into her office my god that’s a terrible idea

lol Laura you little shit xD

“You should seduce her” and Fjord’s over here like lol right uh sure totally that’s a good idea uhhuh

B: “I think if we don’t do anything, it means your eventual demise.”

F: “Well that’s… fucking dark.”

At least they’re finally thinking and really really realizing how bad things are for them right now.

Cad: “If we want to find the ship I think I can help.”

F: “With the seducing?!”

Cad: “What…? no!”

Beau really wants to seduce Avantica.

Caduceus with his naps. He is me.

Fjord and Caleb conference! It’s been a while.

MMMM I LIKE THIS

“Have you ever sacrificed anything to achieve a greater goal?” OHHH FJORD IF YOU ONLY KNEW

Talking about Papa Widogast

“I have tried to live up to the man that he was, and I have… largely failed, but I picked up what I could.” IT’S FINE IM NOT CRYING (yeah i am).

“I think traveling with all of you has emboldened me some. I was alone for a long time. And I… I like this group. I like traveling with you, Fjord.”

Okay Fjord what are you trying to get at now?

FJORD TRUSTING CALEB TO WATCH HIS BACK WITH AVANTICA my heart

oh.

“can i count on you to… right the ship, if need be?”

oh i don’t like the sound of that at all.

I don’t like this conversation

What is Fjord asking? That Caleb take him out if need be? That he makes sure the group gets out if Avantica manages to kill Fjord?

THE TRAVELER

I don’t trust him at all

J: “We’re pirates”

TT: “I know. :)”

TT: “That seed of chaos” DO NOT LIKE

“Well there are many different enchantments—“ RED FLAG RED FLAG BIG RED FLAG

he’s such a creep i hate him someone protect jester from him

he has literally gotten more and more creepy every fucking time

this is absolutely a sinister voice Matt is using too

“Preferably where it will be the least expected… and the creepiest to find” okay that was kinda funny

“the time is coming soon when you will meet the rest of your brethren” DO NOT LIKE

Like I’m not sure he’s EVIL but he creeps me out and I don’t like him

Fjord dream Fjord dream Fjord dream

Fjord dreaming about them bare naked ladies.

From ocean to sky to ocean again.

I don’t think I like this.

Watching, learn, reward.

Nope don’t like.

Smart move grabbing the map

But shit, did Avantica see the same place? If she was in the dream too I bet she did.

Nott, my darling, can you not

LOL

MATT YOU TRICKSTER

a handful of pepper made into a pepper bolt

“The Revelry” oh lord it’s a pirate colony with a court of captains or something isn’t it. Like in PotC3.

Or like Tortuga.

“The Plank King” I KNEW IT

pirate court

Avantica is absolutely gonna challenge the Plank King?

“Welcome to Dark Town” thanks Matt

I’m loving all this history/lore stuff Matt is so good at this kind of thing.

“Takes some notes” I do NOT like that

Poor Orli and the crew.

I thought for sure Avantica was gonna stab Gimati.

Caduceus really wanted to have some Words with Gimati.

B: “Marius the Mariner…. LePua…. LePain….?”

Cad: “That was really good, do me! :D”

B: “Caduceus the… Juices…?”

Listen, Fjord, guys, you owe these people. You hired them and then dragged them into SO MUCH SHIT you didn’t tell them about. And you can’t just leave them here, or refuse to pay them

Like you hired all these people and dragged them into your shit and now you're like "you can keep working for no extra money or you can stay here on pirate island" wow Fjord I’m massively unimpressed. Like I know the whole moral leanings of the whole group have been shifty but come on. This is really not cool.

“By the way, you guys are members of the Revelry.”

So first they joined a crime lord's syndicate and now they joined a pirate gang

*insert faceplam gif here*

Uh-oh…

James Tybalt, assistant to the Plank King

lol Fjord is the worst pirate, forgetting to deal with the money.

As much as I enjoy having a less than perfectly heroic group, I do wish they'd try to be just SLIGHTLY less awful sometimes

Harpy jerky as a gift. I love Nott.

Yasha is very Done with all of this.

Cad: “I serve nature and I’m the maker of fine graves.”

N: “I just love water so much.”

Y: “I like to punch things?”

Hnnn why notes

I’m glad y’all didn’t ALL give them real names

Oh lord, so now if they attack Avantica (and don’t manage to kill her and everyone else) they’ll have the Revelry after them

They’re super doomed

Oh

Oh lord he took the previous king’s hair

Oh man don’t try hitting on Beau

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh SHIT he asked Beau to keep an eye on Avantica and to snitch on her

That’s good. That’s a good. They finally have something going for them (as long as Avantica doesn’t find out)

God this night was a continued disaster. But it was super good. Stressful but fun.

“How did this happen?” The question we all want to have answered, Sam.

“Good shit, Matt.” Agreed!!

[nsyongjin-blog]

    helloo ! i’m kay and super duper excited to be here ! a quick summary, i’m 19, go by she/her pronouns and reside in the gmt+3 timezone ~ you should def add me on dis.cord @ kay#5119 and if you prefer tw.tter, my handle is @ icarvsfell ! i’m going to be roleplaying as this loud mess CHAE YONGJIN, who specializes in executive operations & asset recruitment. you can find his bio HERE, and some connection ideas under the cut before i make a proper page. before i ramble abt him under the cut, i’d love to plot so so much, so pls hit me up and of course, if you give the like button a clickity click ♡, i’ll be the one to jump into your ims ! i truly can’t wait (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧

— his dad is a nis agent, and yongjin’s conception is completely an accident. his mother dies at childbirth and his dad is suddenly responsible for the baby. not wanting to let go of his job and future, he gives yongjin to her sister, an eccentric aunt who is a writer and stays at home for the most time.

— yongjin grows up really spoiled. he is the sole attention of his aunt who loves him and dotes on him 24/7. he does gymnastics, fencing — anything he wants, he gets. he grows up as a very mischievous and energetic child, and studies hard until he gets into a good university as a communications major. him & his aunt celebrate together, smiles on their faces.

— his father only comes by every few months, and yongjin has no idea what the man does, and knows very little about his mother. it all combines and he blows up one day, demanding answers and getting none. it infuriates him and he closes himself in his room and ignores everyone for a day.

— and then, everything takes a bad turn. when he’s out grocery shopping with his aunt, a masked man opens fire towards them, and they both get shot. yongjin doesn’t remember getting shot himself, but he remembers his aunt dying in his arms and then opening his eyes in an hospital with his dad on his bedside. the man is solemn, keeping something from him that yongjin has no idea what.

— his dad also disappears soon after that and yongjin fights through university because he promised his aunt that he would get his degree. he has no idea what he will do afterwards, still surrounded by immense grief. a couple of days before the graduation, one of his professors give him a pamphlet about nis training programs, and it suddenly gives him a purpose. a goal to help others suddenly becomes a solution to everything, and yongjin signs up immediately.

— training is challenging to say the least, but his background in sports help out with the physical part of training. the rest is more challenging, but yongjin gets through, and decides to specialize in asset training & executive operations.

— personality wise: he is very loud, talkative, loves to have fun and spend time with friends. he can be (read: is) a handful, and doesn’t have a proper filter in situations he probably should. because he doesn’t have any family members he is in contact with, he puts extra care into friendships and would do absolutely everything for them. other than that, teamwork is tricky because while he puts the mission at the forefront, if there is someone he’s annoyed with, yongjin will be purposely difficult with them. very stubborn if he wants to be, there are times he pokes his nose in situations he shouldn’t. 

WANTED CONNECTIONS

          — - PLOT IDEAS !

— old friends, anyone from seoul around that time tbh! we can def build on this. — college friends, he majored in communications at seoul national university, so it would be interesting — trained together, aprox. ten to seven and a half years ago — partner in crime, someone yongjin got along with really well, and maybe still does? they are amazing at missions together on the field, good Pals, and someone yongjin trusts a lot to cover his back on the field. — mission gone wrong, a lot of room for things to go wrong, maybe they both witnessed something awful, or maybe because they don’t get along well, they messed something up on the field.  — mentee for his mentorship, he could have trained ur junior agent muse maybe!

           — - RELATIONSHIP IDEAS !

— best friends — friends — fwbs — one night stands — co-workers — annoyances — enemies — messy relationships

          — - SENTENCE IDEAS !

— “don’t give me that look! it wasn’t my fault!” — “do you ever think if people heard our conversations they’d lock us up?” — “what about a compromise? i’ll kill them first, and if it turns out they were friendly, i’ll apologize.” — “i saw that. you just checked me out.” — “it’s not that you’re wrong, exactly, you’re just extremely not right.” — “you think i’m dumb enough to fall for that stupid move?” — “there’s been some real friction in our friend group lately. i suggest an orgy to save our friendships.” — “all nighter, you and me. first one to fall sleep buys the other dinner.” — “is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” — “keep sweet-talking and this could go a whole new direction.” — “i recognize that you have reached a decision, but given that it is a stupid ass decision i have elected to ignore it” — “it must be hard with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line.” — “to the night you’ll never remember!” — “you have to tell me why were committing a felony before we do it. not that that’s going to stop us, but at least i’ll have all the facts.” — “your clothes. get rid of them. they’re hideous.” — “do you have a cat too? let’s do a playdate for ours.”

     this is very rambly but i think this is it for now !!!! i would LOVE to establish connections and plots, so hit me up or like i said above, hit that LIKE button and i will slide into your dms ! cant wait to get started ♡