#have I been sick and also going through it?

[transgendz]

I am going to keep this short because I have another post up explaining the whole situation. Basically, I am the provider of a household of two other disabled people. One has cancer and is about to start chemo.

Me and the other roommate have mono. I have been mostly unable to work for a week and a half now because I have been horrible sick and busy cleaning for a pre-immunocompromised person to start chemo.

We need $300 the day after tomorrow to get our stuff from our storage unit before it closes. We e need to rent a truck and drive upstate to get our stuff. They're remodeling the whole lot, we don't have a choice but to get our stuff or they'll get rid of it. The last stuff I have from my dead dad is in the storage unit.

Proof/details in cut below, dm for more info

We don't have the transfers going on the GFM yet, I'm working on that, and expect that to be soon.

PP--$C--V--kofi

$0/$300

Mono and cancer diagnoses pictured above. Note on that: without complication is funny bc presenting to the ER with complications is what got the diagnosis.

Goal slightly changed from original post bc we had to pick up some stuff for Amy (roommate w cancer) and the gfm hasn't let the funds loose yet, I think I may be able to get that sorted soon, which would be great esp bc she starts chemo on the 12th.

Also, for anyone wondering, mono isn't super treatable? Best treatment is taking it easy, eating well, and steroids. I have steroids, but lol. We aren't able to take it easy or eat well rn. Anything extra to help us get through this would be really appreciated.

Personally, I've not been this sick since covid nearly killed me. And that's not going to change the things I have to do to keep the household running and its members alive and well. I've been at the end of my rope for a while here.

Cancer is so expensive, and being disabled is expensive, and wow, my other roommate still needs to get his name changed for safety reasons, which is seeming less and less possible.

[dduane]

PETER MORWOOD oh my godddddd i was trying to remember who the fuck it was with the good foccacia recipe and i was like. "he is friends with diane duane on tumblr and is also an author. i scrolled for ages looking and then god sick of it, opened the ask, and it popped right in. anyway thought it'd make you laugh to know that i remember peter morwood primarily through his foccacia recipe and being your tumblr buddy than for his life's works

(chortle) I suspect he won't think that's a hanging offense. (And tbh, most of his stuff isn't in print in North America at the moment. But we're working on that.)

Meanwhile, since Himself is presently asleep upstairs after a late night, here's the link to the recipe we've been using (it's on the Washington Post's recipe site). They in turn adapted theirs from one of the focaccia recipes here at the Bread In 5 website, which comes from the people who wrote Artisan Pizza and Flatbread in Five Minutes a Day.

(In case it's paywalled, I'll cut-and-paste it under the cut...)

Ingredients

4 cups (500 grams) unbleached all-purpose flour, plus more for dusting

1 1/2 cups plus 2 tablespoons (390 milliliters) lukewarm water

6 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil, divided

1 tablespoon (11 grams) granulated sugar

1 1/2 teaspoons (4 to 5 grams) dried instant yeast (not rapid rise)

1 1/8 teaspoons (16 grams) fine salt

2 teaspoons finely chopped fresh rosemary (from 2 to 4 sprigs), divided

Coarse or flaky salt, for sprinkling

In a large (5- to 6-quart) bowl, use a wooden spoon to stir together the flour, water, 2 tablespoons of the oil, the sugar, yeast and fine salt until a rough dough forms. Transfer to a container with a lid, partially cover and let rest for about 2 hours on the counter. You can use the dough right away, or cover and refrigerate until needed; see Make ahead. (If you plan on refrigerating and have a lidded container large enough for mixing, you can assemble the dough in there and refrigerate it after the 2-hour rise on the counter. The dough is much easier to handle after being thoroughly chilled.)

Place a baking stone on the middle oven rack and preheat to 425 degrees. Pour 2 tablespoons of oil into a 9-inch cake pan and evenly coat the bottom of the pan.

Dust the surface of the refrigerated dough lightly with flour, then pull half of it off (about 1-pound/454-gram portion; the dusting makes this task easier, as the dough is sticky). Dust the half you are using with more flour and quickly shape it into a ball by stretching the surface of the dough around to the bottom on all four sides, rotating the ball a quarter-turn as you go.

Use your hands to flatten it into a 1/2-inch-thick round 6 to 7 inches in diameter. Place the dough top side down in the cake pan, moving it around a bit to coat with the oil. It will not fill to the edges of the pan. Turn the dough over, cover the pan with plastic wrap or a plate, and let the dough rest for 10 to 15 minutes.

Use your hands to gently push the dough to the edges of the cake pan. Sprinkle with half of the the rosemary and coarse or flaky salt, as needed.

Re-cover with plastic wrap or plate, and let the dough to rest and rise for 20 minutes.

Repeat with the second ball of dough, or store it to bake later.

Transfer the cake pan to the heated baking stone in the oven and bake for 20 to 25 minutes, or until the focaccia crust is medium brown and feels dry and firm on the surface. The baking time will vary depending on the focaccia’s thickness. (If baking both loaves at once, switch them from left to right and rotate from front to back halfway through to ensure even baking.)

Use a rounded knife to loosen the loaf from the edges of the pan, then transfer the focaccia to a cutting board. Cut into wedges and serve warm, or allow to cool completely.

Disclosure: ...Noting here that not one of these I've made has ever reached the "allow to cool completely" stage. Something always seems to... happen to them first. (Like Peter. Or me. Or both of us at once.) :)

[mapis-putellas]

𝑴𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒚/𝑴.𝑳𝒆ó𝒏

Mapi was slumped into her chair, arms crossed, eyes heavy with exhaustion. She had barely spoken a word since you both left the house which was concerning in itself because Mapi never shut up. Normally she’d be teasing you or complaining about how early it was, or making some ridiculous joke that only she found funny. But today? Nothing. Just the occasional sniffle and a dramatic sigh every five minutes.

You nudged her gently. “You okay?”

Mapi turned her head slowly, eyes half-lidded, and pointed to her throat before dramatically pretending to cry.

“Oh no, poor baby,” you cooed, biting back a smile as you placed your hand on her thigh and squeezed softly.

She glared at you and grabbed her phone, typing something before holding it up. There, in big capital letters, read,

THIS IS YOUR FAULT.

You gasped. “How is this my fault?”

She sniffled loudly and typed again.

You stole my blanket. I got cold. Now I am dying.

“That is not how sickness works, amor, and you’re not dying, just dramatic.”

She squinted at you like she was contemplating murder, but thankfully, before she could, the media team called her name and she let out the most pathetic attempt at a groan before pushing herself up from the chair. You followed, because you knew she was going to need help. She was supposed to film an interview, answer questions, be her usual charming and slightly ridiculous self. But that was hard to do when she sounded like an eighty-year-old smoker.

As soon as the cameras were ready, Mapi cleared her throat and opened her mouth to speak. Nothing. A horrible, scratchy wheeze came out instead, making her sound like a broken door hinge. The crew exchanged glances, and you pressed your lips together, trying not to laugh. Mapi looked horrified.

One of the interviewers hesitated. “Uh…do you want to reschedule?”

Mapi shook her head quickly, grabbing her phone again.

No, I am professional.

You snorted. “Yeah, okay.”

She sent you a withering look and started typing furiously. Then she handed you the phone.

You do it. Be my voice.

You blinked. “Wait, what?”

She nodded firmly, crossing her arms.

The media team seemed amused by the idea. One of them spoke up. “So…you’ll answer her questions for her?”

Mapi pointed at you, then gave a thumbs-up.

You sighed. “Fine. But if you make me say something stupid, I swear-“

She grinned,,which was probably the first real sign of life you’d seen from her all morning since you’d dragged her ass out of bed.m

The interview began, and the first question was a simple one. “How are you feeling today, Mapi?”

You glanced at her, and she immediately typed on her phone before shoving it at you.

You read it aloud. “I feel amazing. Very strong. Possibly the strongest I have ever been.”

The interviewer looked at Mapi skeptically. “You…don’t sound amazing.”

Mapi scowled, typing furiously for a second.

You glanced at the screen again.“I am perfect. I am unstoppable. Only weak people get sick.”

Mapi nodded sagely.

You rolled your eyes. “She’s literally dying.”

Mapi nudged you sharply with her elbow, and you yelped.

“Okay, next question,” the interviewer said, clearly entertained. “Who is the funniest person on the team?”

Mapi smirked and started typing.

You took the phone and read, “Me, obviously.” Mapi grinned,and you continued reading. “Also, my girlfriend is very funny, but only on accident. Most of the time, she is just dumb.”

You looked up in outrage. “MAPI.”

She was shaking with silent laughter, and the media team too, was losing it. The interview went on like that, with Mapi answering every question through you, except half the time she was using it as an opportunity to make fun of you.

Finally, the interviewer asked, “Okay, last question. What’s the best part about being in a relationship with your teammate?”

Mapi’s smirk softened slightly, and she typed slower this time.

You took the phone and read, “She makes me happy. Even when she is annoying. And even when she steals my blanket and makes me sick.”

Your heart melted a little. “Oh, Mapi.”

She gave you a tired smile.

Then she grabbed the phone again and typed one last thing.

Also, I am much better at football than her.

You groaned. “I take back every nice thing I was about to say.”

Mapi just laughed well, wheezed- and rested her head on your shoulder as the interview wrapped up.

**

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[rafesangelita]

i said i wasn’t going to address drama and silly little disputes anymore on this blog but accusing someone of being a predator and supporting rape is not just ‘drama’ it’s a serious offense. it doesn’t surprise me that this person is on an alt account spewing lies. my account is and always has been mdni. this person has no proof of me being a predator simply because there isn’t anything to ��expose’. i’ve never interacted with this person or even know who this person is. every single person on this blog can say that i have never supported those things, and i mean that wholeheartedly. it’s pretty clear that this person doesn’t have a life outside of harrassing others.

don’t interact with content that you don’t want to consume. as a full grown adult you are in charge of the media you take in. i’m not the tumblr police. i’m not anyone to go around and tell other adults what they should and shouldn’t post. i simply don’t have the time to do that. as i’ve stated on here a million times before; i’m just here to share what i love doing most and that’s writing. the very least this person can do is come through with some valid proof instead of going on designated dark themed blogs and grabbing onto whatever threads they could and twist it to make it seem like it fits this sick narrative they’re attempting to create.

i have blocked and cut off all contact with people who actually have included minors in their works and what’s mind boggling to me is that they are no where to be found on that ridiculous list that person has made up. there is also proof of some writers actually being minors and creating dark content and smut when they claim to be 18+

anyways, i hope at least some people do their homework and look into the users mentioned before actually believing this harmful lie. a lot of the users mentioned on that list i’ve interacted with before and they were nothing short of sweet and kind in every way possible. this sad anon doesn’t even know any of us, so that speaks volumes within itself.

your future is bright anon, i genuinely hope that you get the help that you need so you could live a successful, productive, and happy life ♡ @alt0000987

[ur-sick-and-married]

CRAWLING BACK TO YOU • PAIGE BUECKERS

Ever thought of calling when you’ve had a few?

🎵: Do I Wanna Know? covered by Hozier

TW: suggestive, angst, reader is an alcoholic, usage of Y/N, mentions of nausea and vomiting

SUMMARY: you get drunk to avoid running back to your ex…but tonight it brought you right to her.

A/N: I went to a UConn game the other day!

How many times were you going to find yourself in this situation? You were strolling around the crowded house, searching for anyone that would have you. You were drunk again, like you were most nights.

You did this a lot now; get wasted and hookup with strangers. The alcohol allowed you to loosen up, finally find some peace, and the hookups kept you feeling useful and pleasured.

The two of those things also kept you from groveling at the knees of UConn’s best female guard.

You and Paige had been in a serious relationship. You loved that woman. She was the best thing that ever happened to you.

But you’d fucked up. Your love for booze had scared her off. She got sick of attending parties every weekend, sick of having to take away the bottle, sick of dragging you from parties, sick of pushing you off at home when your drunk self tried to start something, sick of nursing your nasty hangovers. She had told you to chill, promised you movie nights and dates instead of parties.

You never listened, so eventually she sat you down and, with a lot of difficulty, ended things. It had become too much for her. She needed to focus on school and basketball. It was her last year in college, after all. She wanted to make it count.

Without Paige, your need for alcohol only grew, which is how you found yourself in the middle of a frat party. Things had been usual, until someone screamed and everyone started fleeing. You knew what this meant; cops. You started running, too. If the police got you, you were screwed. Chugging drink after drink was fun, until the idea of getting caught came up.

You stumbled through the woods behind the house. This was where people typically ran, but you were alone. Maybe you were going the wrong way? You could see lights up ahead, so you went towards those. If there was civilization, you could find your way home. Once you made it through the trees, you found yourself in a campus that you quickly recognized…UConn.

Well, you thought, at least you knew your way around.

You started wandering, your phone in hand, waiting until you had good enough WiFi to get an Uber.

When you first heard the sound, you thought you were imagining it. Surely it was just the sound you associated with the school.

Nope…when the small, outdoor court came into view, you realized there was someone dribbling a basketball.

That someone was Paige Bueckers.

What were the chances?! You needed to go, before she saw you. You turned around fast, and tripped over your own feet. Your body hit the grass with a small “oof” sound escaping your lips.

“Y/N?!” Paige called when she saw you.

She was at your side within a second, immediately trying to get you up.

“Hi, Paige…” You said awkwardly, trying not to slur.

“The hell are you doing here?” She asked as she pulled you to your feet easily.

“I was…in town.” You shrugged.

She was gonna say something else, when her nose wrinkled. “Jesus…you smell like beer.”

It clicked in her brain just then. You opened your mouth to lie again, but all that came out was a shaky, alcohol scented breath.

“Ar you drunk?” She asked quietly.

“Just…a little bit.” You mumbled.

“Bullshit!” She exclaimed abruptly. “You’re wasted, aren’t you?!”

“I didn’t mean to be!” You yelped.

“Sure.” She scoffed. “You accidentally took a few shots? Chugged some beer? Drank some soda that you didn’t know had vodka in it?!”

You huffed, not knowing what to say. She was always right when it came to this.

“I just need to get home…” You whispered shakily.

“Where were you?” She whispered back.

“Party.”

“Hm. It’s early for you to leave a party.”

“Cops.”

An awkward silence passed. She watched you fight intoxicated tears.

“What do you want me to do, Y/N?” She sighed.

“Could you…get me a ride?” You said. “I’ll pay you back, I swear.”

“Where are you going? Home?” She asked.

You nodded.

“What if you go out again, huh? The bar? The club?”

“I’m super tired, Paige.” You shook your head. “I’m not going out.”

“You think I’m gonna believe you?” She scoffed. “You’ve pulled that shit before.”

“Then what are you gonna do?” You said, frustrated.

She sighed again, dragging a hand down her face.

“You’ll stay with me.” She announced. “Just for tonight.”

You froze. Really? Your ex would be the one taking you home?

“Come on.” She said, hesitantly placing a hand on your shoulder. “Let’s go. It’s getting cold.”

She led you back to her apartment. You were a bit unsteady, starting to feel the negative effects of the alcohol.

“Don’t you have roommates?” You asked once you were inside her building.

“They don’t mind.” She waved that off. “Just be quiet and they won’t care.”

“We shouldn’t do this…” You said.

Usually when you got drunk, you were all over her, insisting she go home with you.

You knew better by now.

“Don’t worry about it.” Paige said softly. “I just…I can’t let you go home alone right now.”

The both of you went up to her dorm. She pulled out her keys and opened the door, inviting you in. When you struggled to slip your shoes off, feeling unsteady, she knelt down to get them off for you.

“You feeling sick?” She whispered.

“Uh…not really.” You replied, despite that fact that your head was spinning.

Paige saw right through the lie.

“Go in my room.” She told you. “I’ll be right there.”

You quietly went to her bedroom, remembering where it was, of course. You perched awkwardly on the edge of her bed, waiting.

Paige came in a few minutes later, after convincing her roommates they they wouldn’t be hearing any grotesque noises. She carried a small trash bag and a glass of water.

“Drink up.” She instructed, giving you the cup. She then placed the bag in your lap. “And if you have to puke, do it in there.”

“Thanks.” You muttered.

She knelt down in front of you, looking at you with those insanely blue eyes. “C’mon…drink.”

You took a few sips of the water. You knew she was being helpful, but the water kind of made you want to throw up.

“Just hold onto that bag.” Paige said when she noticed your facial expression.

She stood up, and walked over to her closet. After digging around for a moment, she came back with a t-shirt and comfy shorts. The shirt looked so familiar…you suddenly realized why.

You would always steal her clothes when you were a couple. She often found her hoodies in your bedroom, her sweatpants (which were actually ginormous on you because she was so tall), mixed with your laundry. You rarely hid it well. Sometimes you’d just show up at her place in her clothes.

Your favorite thing to steal was one of her March Madness shirts. It was very comfy, and a reminder of how amazing Paige and her team were. So when she gave you the shirt that drunken night? You quickly burst into tears.

“What? What’s wrong?” Paige asked worriedly.

“You…you remembered.” You sniffled.

She didn’t know what to say. She felt sort of caught. She muttered a quick “Of course I did” and took the water from you.

Her bedroom was dark, only slightly lit by the moon shining through the window, so she didn’t see much when she helped you out of your party clothes. Not like she’d never seen you naked. Once you were in the comfortable clothes, she pulled the blankets on her bed back, allowing you to slip in.

“I’m gonna stop, Paige.” You whispered, still crying as she tucked you in. “I’m gonna stop drinking.”

She sighed. She’d heard you say this before, but never so seriously.

“Good.” She said. “You’re gonna kill yourself at this point.”

“I know…” You whimpered. “I don’t want to die…”

You were quick to put your head in your hands so she wouldn’t see you cry even more. She bit her lip at this. She was angry at you, for continuing to abuse alcohol, but…she hated that she was. She just wanted to comfort you. She never liked seeing you cry.

“Let’s just try to sleep, alright?” She said softly, climbing over you to lie down.

She got in the bed, keeping a safe distance. Neither of you were very comfortable. You were too tense. You hadn’t been in bed together in ages. It would’ve been nice if you weren’t so awkward.

You really tried to pull yourself together. You wiped your eyes, took deep breaths, focused on good thoughts. But your drunken tears kept coming.

Suddenly, Paige was shifting, and she was getting closer. She laid on her side, facing you. Then you felt her hand carding through your hair, gently scratching your scalp.

“What’re you doing…?” You whispered.

“When I used to do this, you’d be out cold within minutes.” She whispered back.

She kept doing the soothing motion. Your eyes were getting heavy, like she’d hoped.

“I’m really gonna stop.” You muttered.

“I know…just sleep.” She murmured.

“I miss you.” You whispered. In your half asleep, intoxicated state, you didn’t think twice about saying that.

She swallowed hard, her hand faltering for only a second. “I told you to go to sleep.”

“I just wanted you to know.” You answered.

“I know.” She repeated, smiling a little at the small amount of sass in your voice. “You don’t have to miss me, though. I’m right here.”

Exhaustion was finally getting to you, so you were falling into a deep sleep.

“I’ll be right here.” She whispered a few seconds before you fully sank into unconsciousness. “We’ll figure this out…we always do."

[heli-writes]

A dragon's heart, part 15.

Pairing: Barbarian!Bakugou Katsuki x female!reader

Summary: The dragonblood tribe is known for being cruel, barbarian warriors that slaughter, loot and rape all places they pass through. They are feared among the villagers and even bigger cities. Having lost most of their women to a plague, they're trying to ensure their tribe's survival by kidnapping women from other places. However, they're not the only monsters in human form out there. When y/n experiences this first hand, she has no choice but to ask for help from no other but the barbarian leader Katsuki Bakugou himself.

Disclaimer: mentions of mate marks, trust issues

[Please don't read if you are sensible to or triggered by the topics mentioned above.]

Note: I know, I know... It's been wayyyy too long. What can I say? Live happened. Also, I was super unmotivated to write since I didn't know where this story was going. But... I had some intense thoughts about it. So... voilá!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15

Series Masterlist

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Carefully, y/n traces the soft pink skin on her neck. She wishes she had a mirror and looks at the scar that Katsuki left behind. She presses her lips together. Right now, she's sitting in the tub washing off the grime and sickness of the past week. Ever since waking up, Katsuki has been uncharacteristically attentive and careful around y/n.

Part of y/n still wants to be angry with Katsuki but she finds it hard to be harsh towards him when he lingers around her like a shy dog who got punished by its owner. She notices how he tries to keep his hands on himself. Only late at night can she feel him touching her gently when he thinks she's already deep asleep.

There's a rustle from the curtain that marks the doorway back into the tent. Katsuki enters the bath hut without announcing himself. Quickly, y/n tries to cover up herself with her arms.

“Nothin' I haven't seen yet, doll.”, Katsuki comments dryly.

It sours his mood that y/n is clearly uncomfortable with him seeing her naked. He thought that after the marking, she'd feel more relaxed and secure around him, but clearly, that's not the case. Instead of strengthening their relationship, the marking pushed them back. Y/n doesn't seem to trust him like before.

He strides over to the tub and holds out some fresh linen for y/n. Hesitantly, y/n takes the cloth and gestures for Katsuki to turn around.

Katsuki turns around in defeat. He tries to suppress the feeling of annoyance rising within him. He promised to take care of y/n, but he also wants them to be happy, preferably together. This also means gaining her trust again and making her see that there's nothing for her to fear.

He hears how y/n gets up and dries herself with the linen. When he turns around, he helps y/n get out of the tub by extending an arm to her.

Y/n waddles into the tent leaving wet footprints behind her. Katsuki watches for a moment how the footprints start to fade before following her.

Maybe I should get her some slippers. The floor must be cold, Katsuki thinks.

When he enters the tent, he sees y/n wrapped in the linen on the bed brushing her hair with her fingers.

She might need a hairbrush for that long-ass hair, too, he ponders.

Y/n looks up and meets his eyes.

“Are there any fresh clothes?”, she asks him and points towards the pile of old clothes on the floor.

Katsuki understands and pulls out a dress he asked one of the older women to make for y/n. He picked the color red to match his eyes and Drami's scales.

Y/n pulls a face. The dress Katsuki is presenting to her is way too revealing. Not in a I-don't-like-showing-off-what-I've-got way but in a it's-way-too-cold-for-that way. Y/n shakes her head disapprovingly. She doesn't fail to notice the disappointed look at Katsuki's face.

“I can't wear that. I'm gonna be sick. Again. Do you want that?”, she tells Katsuki.

Y/n hops off the bed and strides towards Katsuki's closet and starts pulling out more suitable clothes. Katsuki watches her with a scowl. While he finds it endearing that y/n keeps wearing his clothes, he's a bit disappointed that she refuses the dress he had made for her.

When y/n has found everything she needs, she gestures for Katsuki to turn around again. Katsuki sighs and drops the dress on the bed. Adverting his gaze, he starts peeling an apple.

He hears the rustling of clothes. He looks up again when he feels a dip in the bed. Y/n sits there bundled up in way too many layers of his clothes. Katsuki thinks she looks like a drowned rat in it. None of her attractive features are visible in the baggy clothes she's wearing. For a moment, he wonders if that's how her people dress their women but then he remembers the dress she wore when they first met. Actually, where did that dress go? He should keep an eye out for it.

Katsuki sighs and hands y/n the peeled apple slices he cut for her. Y/n happily grabs the plate and starts munching on one of the apple slices.

“Katsuki, you in there?”, he hears Kirishima call from outside the tent.

“Yes, what do you want?”, he calls back grumpily.

After a short moment of silence, Kirishima calls: “Can I come in or are you indecent?”.

Katsuki can feel the blood rising to his face as he gets up from the bed.

“Shut up shitty-face! Come in and tell me what you want!”, he yells back.

Swiftly, Kirishima enters the tent. His eyes fall onto y/n who gives him a small wave.

“The missus is happy, it seems?”, he asks his friend and leader who only gives him a low grumble in return. Kirishima sighs and shakes his head.

“Look, I know you're the leader and everything but let me give you some advice: Spending time with the mate is all good and well. Y/n having a baby would sure be good news to the tribe, but...”, Kirishima starts and Katsuki throws a mean glace his way.

“... but you also should show your face around the settlement. People are starting to question where their boss is.”, Kirishima finishes.

“What are you telling me, Kirishima? That I'm neglecting my role as chief?”, Katsuki barks back.

Kirishima gives him a blank look.

“Yes, Katsuki, that's what I'm saying.”, he answers his friend. Katsuki growls at that and turns around to y/n who almost finished her apple.

“The men talk.”, Kirishima informs him.

“They always do. What do I care about?”, Katsuki answers.

“They talk about you. That you neglect your duties. That this foreign woman bewitched you. That the course we're steering isn't for the good of the people.”, Kirishima says carefully.

“What course?”, Katsuki snaps at him. Kirishima holds his sharp gaze.

“They say that you're in over your head. They think you're afraid and therefore you restrict the tribe's movements. Some even express that the plan of focusing on women probably won't work considering that your own mate almost passed.”, Kirishima explains matter-of-factly.

At that, Katsuki grinds his teeth. Kirishima is loyal, so he's sure the man is telling the truth. But who do these men think they are? They've never led a whole tribe, let alone trying to save one from extinction.

“Fine”, Katsuki says, “Then let's give them something real to talk about.”

~*~*~*~

Y/n watches Katsuki put on his armor. He's been on edge all morning and she doesn't dare to question him about what's going on. He won't understand anyway which will probably put him into an even more sore mood.

Suddenly, Mitsuki enters the tent. She's holding a bowl with a blue paste inside.

“You're a fool.”, she tells his son.

“What?”, he snaps at her while sitting down at the edge of the bed securing a dagger to his side.

“You can't tell me that you think this is a good idea.”, she says but Katsuki only scoffs.

“I'm sure you heard what they say. They start to think I'm an unfit leader. I guess it's time to remind them why I've become their leader in the first place.”, he tells her as he gestures for his mother to

come closer.

Mitsuki only sighs and looks disapprovingly at her son. Then, she steps closer and starts painting stripes and other patterns onto his face and body. Y/n watches intently. She notices that the patterns are different than the ones that were put onto her when she was shown off to the tribe.

“You know I shouldn't be doing this.”, Mitsuki comments.

Katsuki doesn't answer.

“Painting you for war is your mate's task.”, she tells him and Katsuki scoffs again.

“She'll learn in time.”, he replies.

Mitsuki throws a glance at y/n.

“If you say so.”

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After Mitsuki finishes painting Katsuki's body, she leaves the tent. Katsuki takes a moment to ready himself. Once they leave the tent, it will be all high energy until he returns.

He turns to y/n who is watching him intently. When he doesn't say anything, she tilts her head

questioningly.

Katsuki pats her head and gets up. He grabs his sword and secures it to his belt.

Suddenly, they hear drums outside of the tent.

“The drums of war are calling us.”, Katsuki tells y/n, “Time for us to go.”

He gestures for y/n to get up and follow him outside. Y/n does so without complaining.

Outside, it seems as if the whole tribe is on the street. Y/n sees all men wearing similar paint on their faces as Katsuki. Also, they're all heavily armed.

Y/n looks around alarmed. What's going on? Are they being attacked?

Suddenly she spots Kirishima in the crowd. He's wearing a dim expression. Kirishima makes his way over to Katsuki and y/n.

Y/n oggles at the swirling red patterns that were drawn around Kirishima's armor. Katsuki elbows her roughly and she quickly adverts her gaze.

When Kirishima reaches them, he only says: “You're a fool, Katsuki.”

“Yeah, I've been told so today already.”, Katsuki grumbles.

“I'm not sure if organizing a raid in Todoroki territory is a smart way of securing the loyalty of your subjects.”, Kirishima points out.

“They need to be reminded that I can easily kill them if I have to. The best way of reminding them is to wring a few necks of Todoroki soldiers.”, Katsuki tells him.

Kirishima gives him a long stare.

“I'm sure that's the best way to make your men believe in your leadership skills.”, Kirishima says sarcastically.

A blonde man passes them and gives Katsuki a clap on the back. Y/n remembers that she had seen him before on the day that they arrived at the settlement.

“We're gonna blast these suckers!”, the man whoops and disappears in the crowd again.

“Denki seems to agree.”, Katsuki notes and Kirishima sighs.

“Denki's an idiot. He'd pick a fight with a bear naked and still think he could win.”, Kirishima complains, but Katsuki only shrugs.

“Do you really think we'll have to fight Todoroki soldiers?”, he asks his chief. Katsuki nods.

“Considering the scouts report and the rising military presence even in the outskirts of the kingdom, we need to be prepared to fight trained soldiers with swords instead of scared farmers with pitchforks.”, Katsuki points out.

Now it's Kirishima's turn to sigh.

“Well, your plan for this raid better be good. I'd really hate to die because our chief's a fool.”, Kirishima replies and starts walking. Katsuki gestures y/n to follow him.

Y/n notes how the entire tribe is walking in the same direction. She didn't know that many people lived in the settlement. There are mostly men and some elderly people. However, she also spots some women here and there. When she tries to smile at them, they quickly avert their gaze.

Katsuki tucks at her arm and pulls her forward. Only then she notices where they are going. Towards the gorge where the dragons live.

The dragons are lined up infront of the gorge. Y/n spots Katsuki's dragon almost immediately. The red one is a lot bigger than all the other dragons, even the mean-looking black ones. At least the green one's not here, y/n thinks and shudders.

She watches as some of the men say goodbye to their loved ones and then heave themselves up on their dragons. She sees a man kissing a woman who looks just out of place like herself. She doesn't seem to enjoy the kiss.

“Y/n”, she hears Katsuki say and she turns to him.

Katsuki is staring sternly in the dragon's direction before turning around to meet her gaze.

“I'll bring glory to you and our tribe.”, he tells her. He doesn't know why he does. It's not like she'd get it.

Softly, he traces the side of her face. Y/n looks up to him with big eyes. He grips her hips and pulls her hips against his.

“I'll come back to ya.”, he promises while running his hand through her hair. Y/n steadies her stance by putting her hands on his chest. Katsuki runs his hand up and down her back before placing it in her hair again. Slowly, he pulls her face towards his and kisses her deeply. Y/n's frozen for a moment, but then she kisses him back carefully.

Eventually, Katsuki pulls back. He places a last kiss on her forehead. Y/n watches Katsuki striding over to his dragon and mounting it. The men cheer.

With a mighty gust of wind, Katsuki and his dragon rise to the sky. Y/n watches as the men follow him. The swarm of dragons set off east and the drums are pounded until the dragons look like tiny ants in the sky.

Y/n turns around and watches the remaining people retreat to the settlement. She's a bit unsure what to do next. Most likely, she can return to Katsuki's tent. But then what? Katsuki and Kirishima are gone and it's not like Nadia will be of any help. Speaking of which, y/n hasn't seen Nadia around anywhere. Did she not come to send off her husband? Probably not, y/n concludes.

Suddenly, a cold, strong hand wraps itself around her arm. Y/n whips her head upwards and is met with a pair of ruby eyes. For a moment, she thinks that Katsuki has returned for her. Of course, that's not the case. It's the woman that Katsuki argued with.

Great, y/n thinks, from all the people helping me out, it just has to be her.

Mitsuki yanks her arm and y/n stumbles after her. They walk back into the settlement in silence.

Mitsuki takes her back to her tent. Inside, her ladies-in-waiting are working on a variety of tasks. Mitsuki points her toward an ancient-looking woman who is sewing. Y/n walks over timidly and the old woman pats at a cushion beside her while talking. Obviously, y/n doesn't understand her but when she hands y/n a torn shirt, a needle and yarn, y/n understands that she wants her to help sewing.

Y/n isn't a great seamstress but she's repaired enough clothes to know what she's doing. Her family never had much money, so she's used to repairing things over and over again. Also, it's kind of a meditative task.

For the next few hours, y/n keeps sewing one clothing piece after another while listening to the chattering of the old woman. She has no clue what the woman is going on about, but she doesn't seem to be unsatisfied with y/n work. Maybe she's just trying to make conversation, y/n thinks. Y/n decides that she likes the old woman.

Eventually, the pile of clothes that needed mending is worked through. The old woman puts the clothes into a basket and with a few words to y/n, she's walking outside the tent. For a moment, y/n thinks about following her. However, the woman gave no indication that y/n should follow her.

Maybe I was just supposed to help out with the clothes, y/n thinks. She turns around looking for Mitsuki. Maybe the woman has a new task for y/n, but the woman cannot be found anywhere. None of the other women are paying attention to y/n, so y/n takes a moment to observe them.

There are two older women peeling potatoes. The women are engrossed in a loud conversation. A young girl is sitting next to them cutting the peeled potatoes into thinner slices. She looks timid and doesn't chirp into the older women's conversation.

Best not to bug these two, y/n decides.

On the other side of the tent, there are two other women around Mitsuki's age, sharpening knives. The one with the blonde hair and the black streaks looks kind of brutish. Y/n contemplates approaching them since her father showed her how to sharpen knives before. Before she can decide against it, she forces herself to approach the women.

The women look up when y/n approaches them. They ask her something but y/n doesn't know how to respond, so she only points at the knives. The women exchange a glance but then make some space for y/n. The woman with the blonde hair starts showing y/n how to sharpen the knife, but y/n already knows the procedure, so she simply takes one of the knives and starts sharpening it. The women watch her for a good minute before deciding that y/n doesn't need any help.

The three of them work in silence which y/n appreciates after the old woman has talked her ear off. Also sharpening knives is a more demanding task than mending clothes. Y/n has to concentrate so that she won't slip and cut herself.

She's so deep in concentration that she doesn't notice Mitsuki entering the tent again and approaching them.

Y/n continues her work and when she thinks the knife is sharp enough, she lifts it against the light to inspect the edge of it. When she lets down the knife again, she notices Mitsuki standing next to her.

A shiver runs down her spine. Gods damn it! How did I not notice her?, y/n thinks.

Mitsuki takes the knife from her and inspects it. The other two women and y/n watch her intently. Eventually, Mitsuki lowers the knife and nods. The blonde woman claps her back. Mitsuki barks an order towards the women and they go back to work. Mitsuki swirls around and leaves the tent again.

I guess that's as much approval as I will get from her, y/n thinks taking the next knife.

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[scliffe]

I looooove it when Sebastian is being overprotective and I agree that the overprotectiveness is a good measure of Sebastian’s clinginess/possessiveness. While we’re at it; I’m gonna talk about how his protectiveness is also a trait that evolves overtime and was not there from the start.

Let’s start from the Book of Circus; there really was no need for Earl Phantomhive to be going undercover living in tents with a circus crew—Ciel also initially wondered why Sebastian signed him up to tag along; and it was Sebastian who went “Are you sure you want me to be without supervision??” Why would he want to be supervised? He can’t live without his young master for more than 12 hours. Sebastian also enjoyed how Ciel needed his help with getting in the crew and how inept Ciel was at simple things such as wearing his own clothes—then on the first day they were at the circus, Ciel got laughed at by the other kids for having Sebastian take care of him; he then told Sebastian to leave him alone for a while—and while Sebastian didn’t seem to react much to this, he might have subconsciously felt “provoked”; he had to prove that Ciel needs Sebastian; Ciel simply can’t be without him. How ridiculous it was for Ciel to think he can live without Sebastian.

Sebastian released poisonous snakes on Ciel; only to panic a few moments afterwards when Ciel had an asthma attack—he might have panicked because he didn’t sense any of the snakes getting to Ciel; which shows that he never intended any real harm (possibly only a little pain?). He was being possessive; but not overprotective—he was willing to risk Ciel’s safety to some degree.

Afterwards, Ciel getting sick due to the chill and stress might have made him realize that Ciel was more fragile than Sebastian thought he was—and in addition, Soma and Agni’s scoldings might have gotten him to rethink his ways—anyway, he stopped messing around with Ciel’s safety; but he still looked positively gleeful when Ciel had a PTSD attack in Baron Kelvin’s manor and instructed Ciel to call out his name. It might have been just a sadistic streak—but I think he enjoyed it because Ciel needed him. Ciel calling Sebastian’s name repeatedly soothed his possessiveness; and perhaps also made him realize that the snakes method did nothing but made Ciel sick and pissed at him—while waiting until Ciel actually needs him felt better/more satisfying.

While this episode had some effect on him, I think he still hasn't fully grasped how important Ciel is to him at this point—for the most part, he was still composed, watching like a bystander. We watch him get elingier again finally lose his composure in the Book of Atlantic after Undertaker threw Ciel off the balcony in Campania and skewered through Sebastian with a death scythe. It was the first time in the manga that he wasn’t invincible; and the whole flashback records made him realize how possessive he is of Ciel’s soul.

[Personally I really like how he lost the butler act for a few moments after he woke up; it makes his reactions seem more genuine.]

After he realized this, he becomes increasingly more protective with each arc; especially after the Emerald Witch arc where he genuinely almost lost Ciel due to the mustard gas, and then Ciel also rejected Sebastian due to his PTSD—and it was an actual rejection unlike the temporary “time-off” in BoC. Sebastian had his Ciel-withdrawal symptoms and all but he didn’t immediately react in a way that endangers Ciel’s safety; he had a wait-and-see approach, he waited until time ran out before he attempted to “eat” Ciel—the whole time, Ciel wasn’t in any danger other than Sebastian himself; Sebastian was the only thing that could hurt him and despite the creepy tentacles Ciel was unscathed from the whole thing. It’s such a big improvement compared to how he used to be in BoC. They've been together for three years and counting and their relationship still continues to evolve and Sebastian continues to get clingier.

Can you imagine if Kuroshitsuji was written in linear timeline so the readers get to see how Sebastian gets progressively clingier with each chapter?

[sturniololuvz]

Can you do one where the sister is having a teen pregnancy and Nate is the dad?

okayyy! wait because i lowkey did a very good job on this and it BETTER GET THE HYPE!

“Unexpected Blessings”

Sturniolos + nate x sister

Warnings : crying , pregnancy

Y/N had been feeling off for days—fatigue, nausea, and an unshakable heaviness in her body. At first, she brushed it off as a simple cold, but deep down, an uneasy feeling gnawed at her. It wasn’t until she realized she had missed her period that her heart started to race.

Sitting on the closed toilet lid, she stared at the pregnancy test in her trembling hands. Three minutes felt like an eternity. When she finally glanced at the result, two bold lines stared back at her.

Positive.

Tears welled in her eyes instantly, but not because she was pregnant. It was the overwhelming fear that she wouldn’t be good enough—that she wouldn’t be able to do this.

A sudden knock on the door startled her.

“Babe? You okay?” Nate’s voice was soft but concerned.

Y/N wiped her eyes quickly, trying to compose herself, but the lump in her throat remained. Before she could answer, the door creaked open, and there he was—her boyfriend, Nate, looking at her with worried eyes. His gaze flickered to the pregnancy test in her shaking hands.

He froze.

His usual carefree expression melted into shock as he processed what he was seeing. The room was dead silent until he finally whispered, “Is that…?”

Y/N let out a shaky breath, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks. “I—I don’t know if I can do this, Nate,” she admitted, her voice cracking.

In an instant, Nate was on the floor with her, pulling her into his arms. “Hey, hey, shh. Breathe, baby. It’s okay,” he murmured, kissing the top of her head. “I know this is a lot, but you’re not alone. We’re in this together, okay?”

She clutched onto his hoodie, nodding against his chest. “I’m scared,” she admitted.

“I know,” he whispered, rubbing soothing circles on her back. “But I swear to you, I’m not going anywhere. You’re not doing this alone.”

—

A few days later, the anxiety of telling her brothers—the Sturniolo triplets—loomed over them.

“Okay, we got this,” Nate reassured her as they stood outside the living room where Matt, Chris, and Nick were hanging out.

“No, you got this. I’m about to get murdered,” Y/N muttered, her heart pounding.

Nate squeezed her hand before leading her inside.

“What’s up with you guys?” Chris asked, raising an eyebrow as they entered.

Y/N swallowed hard. “Uh… so… I have something to tell you.”

Nick leaned forward, eyes narrowing. “Okay?”

She took a deep breath. “I’m… I’m pregnant.”

Silence.

The air felt thick as the words hung between them.

Matt was the first to react. “I’m sorry, what?” His jaw nearly dropped.

Chris’s eyes widened, and he leaned back against the couch. “You’re joking, right?”

Nick, on the other hand, was eerily quiet, his expression unreadable.

“I swear, I’ll take care of her,” Nate cut in quickly, his protective nature kicking in. “I love her. I love the baby. I won’t let anything happen to them.”

Matt ran a hand through his hair. “Holy sh*t.”

Chris exhaled, looking between Nate and Y/N. “Damn… You guys are serious?”

Y/N nodded hesitantly. “I know it’s a lot to take in…”

Finally, Nick spoke up. “Are you okay?” His voice was softer, full of concern.

Y/N blinked, taken aback. “I—yeah, I think so.”

Nick sighed, rubbing his temples. “Look, this is insane. But at the end of the day, you’re my sister, and I just want to make sure you’re good.”

Chris nodded. “Yeah. As much as I want to beat Nate’s ass for getting you pregnant, I also don’t want you going through this alone.”

Matt pointed at Nate. “Dude, you better step up.”

Nate met his gaze without hesitation. “I already did.”

—

As the pregnancy progressed, Nate became even more attentive.

Morning sickness? He held her hair back and rubbed her back soothingly.

Cravings at 2 AM? He was already in the car, ready to drive wherever she wanted.

Back pain? He massaged her shoulders and lower back every night.

Whenever she doubted herself, Nate was there, pressing soft kisses to her growing belly. “You’re gonna be an amazing mom,” he whispered against her skin. “I know it.”

Her brothers, despite their initial shock, became her biggest protectors. They made sure she was always comfortable, and they even helped Nate move in part-time so he could be there for her.

—

When the time finally came, Y/N was in the hospital bed, gripping Nate’s hand so tightly he thought it might break.

“I can’t do this,” she whimpered, panting through a contraction.

“Yes, you can,” Nate soothed, brushing sweaty strands of hair from her face. “You’re the strongest person I know.”

Matt, Chris, and Nick stood nearby, all pale but determined to be there for her.

“We’re right here, Y/N,” Nick assured her.

Chris swallowed hard. “You got this, dude.”

Matt simply nodded, looking more nervous than anyone.

Hours later, when the sound of a baby’s cry filled the room, Y/N’s tears spilled freely.

Nate kissed her forehead, his voice thick with emotion. “You did it, baby.”

The triplets peered at the tiny newborn, their previous fears replaced with awe.

Chris sniffled. “Okay, maybe I like the kid already.”

Nick smirked. “Shebetter not look like Nate.”

Matt just chuckled, rubbing Y/N’s arm. “We’re proud of you.”

Looking around at the people she loved most, Y/N finally felt it—she wasn’t alone. And she never would be.

[mochroialainn]

Besties, Im gonna be so for real right now, this turned out to be a little more intense and freaky than I intended. Im currently playing the campaign for Modern Warfare II (reboot) and could not get this scenario out of my brain since I first saw Graves. So uh... warnings for power play, mentions of safe words, over stimulation, multiple orgasms, breeding, creepy graves. Minors Do Not Interact this is an 18+ Post. This was also written on mobile and formatted on desktop so please ignore any spelling/grammar errors, I'm too tired to proof read it and fix it

Thinking about cybersecurity CIA!Operative reader whos married to Price and is brought onto the task force by the Secretary of Defense (so above Shepherds head) to try and find the traitor, the SoD has an inkling that its Shepherd and Graves and its readers job to prove it. One of the ways she does it, because shes young and pretty and knows how to get what she wants from a man, is by flirting with Graves and gradually getting closer and closer to him until she can hack his phone and gain access to his emails. She hates it. Hates him and his arrogance, his cocky smile and the way his eyes always trace over her body and stay too long leering at her tits when they talk. He genuinely makes her feel sick and queasy, and she shivers everytime shes out of his sight after flirting with him.

Price hates it. Hates the way Graves looks at her, eyes always on her tits or ass as if she was nothing more than something to fuck and leave disgarded. He has to clench his jaw and bite his tongue anytime he sees them together, he wants to punch Graves and break his fucking jaw. Wants to take a knife and carve his heart out of his fucking chest. But he doesn’t, because he can't. It would jeporadise everything you had worked for, would jeporadise his team if Shepherd knew his little lapdog had been found out he would have all of them killed in seconds.

But when you come to him after flirting with Graves all day, locking his office door behind you and already stripping yourself from your clothes beginning him to make you forget about every look and leer and touch from Graves, hes all but happy to oblige. He kisses you something fierce, all passion with a hint of danger mixed in, all lips and teeth and desperate panting into your mouth as he sigs your bare ass on his desk one hand already toying with your nipple while the other travels further down and starts to rub hard, rough circles your clit. You were already wet thinking about him, and now it starts to pull, slicking up your tighs and his desk but John doesnt care. It wouldnt be the first time he fucked you over his desk and it wouldnt be the last either. John makes you cum from just touching your clit before he removes his finger and rakes it through your hair, grabbing at the roots and pulling so your neck was barred to him.

He so desperately wanted to mark you, leaving bitea and hickeys over your skin to claim you as his but he couldnt, do he was gentle. Trailing kisses down your pulse point and across your collarbone, down your sternum going lower and lower until his face was in front of your pussy and he dove in like a man starved. Lips wrapping around your clit and sucking harshley, a satisfying pop echoing in the room as he let go. His eyes stared up at you as you threaded your fingers through his hair, "you remember your safe word?" A nod from you is all he needs to keep going, teeth digging into the supple flesh of your tigh as he slowly slid teo fingers into your weeping hole. He made sure to push you to the edge and withdraw, over and over again until you were a crying mess and he had mercy on you, edging you again until again until he finally let you cum. He made sure you came for him 2 more times before he even entartained the thought of fucking you and when he finally pulled his cock out of his trousers (not having undressed yet, wanting your wetness to soak into his clothes) you nearly weeped from the pleasure and overstimulation when he entered you, all the way to the hilt in one go. And there was no way he was stopping until he pumped at least 2 loads into your gorgeous pussy.

He'll make you forget all about Graves, hell when hes done with you, you'll be lucky if you can even remember your own name and don't walk away pregnant.

[lumdays]

please notice me, prince!! ♡

au by @alli-ily << i've been meaning to join this au for a little while now hehehe

*click for better quality LMAO,,, sorry i have no idea why it's so fucked up but i did transcript the important stuff down here if you want

sir? dame? siyun (aka azul's worst nightmare)

"though they are very capable, they're quite unpopular with nobles as they tend to disobey even direct orders if they figure that there is a more efficient way to do things. they're also a little too honest for high society's taste."

siyun hails from far away lands, practically another world (hehe nod to them being a yuu). it is known that they have two younger siblings and that their parents are both well but it seems that they are no longer in contact.

...ashengrotto despises them (they give him SO many headaches, FREE HIM 🙏🙏)

some more stuff utc,, ARGHHH I BRAINROT OVER AUS LIKE THIS SO FAST💔💔💔 it's the evil manhwa lover in me

ALRIGHT SOOO.... the reason why i keep mentioning azul is because In My Head (please correct me if i'm wrong/you don't want me making up stuff HELPPP i didn't know what to go off aside that there's a bunch of kingdoms and nobles), he was accused/is suspected of embezzlement and siyun was dispatched to monitor him.

...they might as well be the bane of his existence honestly. embezzlement is likely the one crime he has yet to commit but with a highly competent knight keeping a close eye on him, it's gotten a lot harder for him to do anything that is remotely not outstanding-member-of-society material, which pisses him off to no end (...that's kinda just his own assumptions though LMAO, siyun does NOT care that much about the matters of some rich merchant,, unless someone gets hurt that is).

ANYWAYS. this made me think i should probably write down how they feel about lady ariya and prince shin

starting with lady ariya

siyun truly admires her resolve to clear her family's name. but they also can't help but feel something akin pity for her, the path she chose for herself will be long and arduous, especially alone—very few manage to walk out, head held high and pride intact. still, she seems like a promising young lady and siyun is a hopeful person, "i will assist you should you ever call for me."

prince shin (@liyuviq)

humble beginnings, big responsibilities. it's a bit presumptuous, but siyun sort of relates to the illegitimate prince. perhaps not fully—they never experienced Suddenly Being A Royal and sincerely hoped they never would, even in another universe. however, they can relate to the whiplash, the struggle to cram into a few months—no, weeks—everything the other nobles learned over the years, the stares, the whispers... they remember how it all felt, and when they look at their highness shin, they can only hope that they will rise through it all. "then again, i do know i am not your highness. perhaps you don't feel even a fraction of the dread that filled me back then—i would be very glad if so."

i hope i'm not overstepping 👉👈,, aghh also open for interactions for anyone interested hdhdhhdshd, i haven't checked the tag yet HELP

as for the hypothetical target of their affection,,, i fear it may be butler jade 💀💀........... I'M A SUCKER FOR BUTLER X KNIGHT ARCHETYPE 💔💔💔ALSO I BRAINROT OVER YUNDE 2MUCH💔AH AND quick lore rundown

i imagine their knighthood still stands in another empire—or kingdom,,, sorry my knowledge of the world building here is a little vague HDUAJHF. anyway the point is that they are skilled enough for the royal family themselves to take them under their heavy golden wing—until the ashengrotto accusations and they're given bits and pieces of their freedom back.

I'M REALLY SORRY MOOTS THIS IS JUST ME YAPPING ON AND ON..... but like this au's really sick‼️‼️‼️ tags - @heyhellohihowareyou @elenauaurs @distant-velleity @twistedwonderlandshenanigans @skriblee-ksk @sickle-stick @puowei @jadelover69 @tixdixl @nemisisnemi @angelwishess @theleechyskrunkly @chillygourami @bunniehunn @cheerleaderman UUUH DID I FORGET ANYONE.....

[quandledlngle69]

"FINE, KEEP MAKING CONVERSATION...I GUESS."

☆ CONTENT: Your a troubled student, kicked out of your prestigious private school for beating one of your bully's. Your settled into your horrible local high school where your fighting almost everyday, yet when your reputation pokes at a certain persons bubble, he takes interest in you. �� GENRE/THEMES/WARNING: Trouble maker reader, reader gets bullied in the first half, mentions of snapping, fighting, beating, hair pulling, reader being nonchalant, Shidou being interested in reader, reader having a sick mother, reader is female, reader is implied to have braids, mentions of past discrimiation and racism, classism, implying that Shidou and the reader are both black, Shidou also being a problem student and fighting. ☆ PAIRING: Trouble!Maker!Reader x Trouble!MakerShidou ☆ W.C. 1.8K

It starts with insults, and it ends with fists.

That's the way of thinking you subconsciously drilled into your head from middle school. You realised quickly that having good grades or being kind just wasn’t enough to smoothly get through the once prestigious private school you attended. 

Bullying was something you absorbed, that swirled like a disgusting parasite around you. Maybe it was something about you not having the latest phone, the newest shoes–or it was a micro aggressive comment about the deep colour of your skin or your hair being the opposite of pin straight. You didn’t ever talk back or defend yourself, hoping the less reactions given, the less satisfaction would be gained and a next sorry target would be found. Unfortunately, that never happened.

You remember the day you finally snapped.

It was a regular tuesday, and although the past few months had been nothing but dread, you felt eerily calm, like you subconsciously knew what was going to happen and had already accepted it. It was sunny for such a day in march, and you appreciated the breeze, considering it was rare to be interrupted during your lunch breaks.

Today was not one of those days.

It was the same group most of the time, a handful of girls and two boys. A cycle usually occurred, it was first grabbing your attention, then insults, maybe some physical contact, knocking some stuff out of your hands, more insults, and repeat. 

You didn’t wait until the insult part.

When your mind decides to black out on you while beating on someone, one finds it quite hard to remember all the details. It was the sound of your backpack dropping to the ground at first, then the slightly panicked tone of insults, questioning what you were doing, and then your first impact of knuckles to flesh. You're sure you and the girl both tripped on each other's feet at some point, scrapping your knees, you both hit the ground accidentally tackling her. You remember how the strands of her blonde hair that had found its way to wrap itself around your fingers felt–coarse. Ears ringing, you ignored her high pitched banshee shrieks of pain while you pulled on the strands, hard. You felt them snap at the scalp. You could feel how with each collision of your closed fist to the soft tissues of her face, her sobbing grew more and more heavy. It took the two boys of the group to pry you off her. 

Later you sat in the principal's office, the extra chair for one of your guardians empty. It always was when you got in trouble. You knew it would add stress on your already ill mother. The surface skin of your knuckles were raw and the scratches on your knee began to sting as the adrenaline faded away, the soothing cream the nurse had applied weak against the pain.

A broken nose, one chipped tooth, two black eyes, and a few tension caused bald spots. 

You were told–no, screamed at by the beaten girl's mother, that you were lucky the police weren’t called, and the only consequence you were getting was that you would be expelled. 

You should've been angry, maybe distraught at the fact you were being kicked out for defending yourself, of being kicked out of the most prestigious school in the district, especially since you were on a scholarship. But–nothing. There was a sense of indifference that surrounded you like a protective bubble, even as you were screamed at, even as you were given a formal letter of expulsion you were supposed to give to your mother, even as you were escorted off school grounds.

It almost scared you, how you really didn’t care anymore.

It had been four years since that event.

Now you were in some shitty local school that you honestly could give less of a dime about. 

It had been another cycle of detentions, fights, wounds, stings, sores, aches and a whole calypso of sorts. And they couldn’t expel you, with you having nowhere else to go.

Again, you were in after school detention for slamming a locker door shut on a girl's head. Not your fault she decided it would be a perfectly plausible idea to spit on your sneakers. 

Here you are now. It was a rundown classroom in the back of the school, like the staff was trying to hide the bad kids away to avoid staining the school's decent reputation. Not like you cared. The desks had symbols carved out with sharp objects and permanent sharpies, graffiti on the walls, floors and ceiling and a foul smell coming from somewhere you couldn’t pinpoint. You had been in there so many times to the point you had gotten comfortable enough to just nap for the hour you were stuck there. It was the usual placement of connecting your head to the desk, turning away, and ignoring the others that were usually there for the same reasons just like you. 

But you also did it to ignore the fact there was always an intense stare piercing the side of your head as soon as you put your head on the table. But you let it roll off you, after all, staring towards you was just another familiar wave of negativity. The guy was notoriously known for his fights and appearance, sure, but it's not like you truly cared who he was or the feared reputation he built for himself.

For the first time, Shidou is intrigued. He watches as your slumped form in the corner back of the detention room, not talking, not even looking at anyone. No arrogance, no puffed chest—just you, head on the desk, tapping your fingers in a rhythm against the wooden leg of the desk like you were waiting for something.

So he tests you. A few direct comments out loud, a smirk, a challenge. And when you finally look at him—dark eyes, unreadable expression—he knows you're different just from the look in your eyes.

And for the first time, Shidou may have found himself someone who might just be as reckless as him.

The clock ticks slowly, each second dragging like a slow–burning cigarette.

Shidou Ryusei slouches in his chair, arms crossed over his chest, his lip still split from the fight that landed him here. He smirks at the memory—some senior had mouthed off, and Shidou, never one to back down, tracked him down and made sure a knuckle sandwich was given–something like that, anyway. You don't acknowledge his poking words, just pulling the drawstrings of your hoodie up further (an item of clothing that didn’t comply with the school rules either), shoving your hands into your pockets. From where he sits, Shidou can see the bruises along your knuckles, a fresh scrape along your cheekbone.

He knew you got into fights, but seeing the damage up close? It makes something in him spark. 

The room is silent except for the scribbling of a teacher grading papers at the front desk. Shidou drums his fingers on his desk, gaze flicking between the clock and you–who hasn’t looked up once.

“Who was it?” he finally asks, his eyes fixed on the clock, but you know he’s addressing you.

You don’t move. Don’t even react.

Shidou leans back, stretching his legs out, the wooden chair creaking beneath him. “Who’d you fight?” he tries again, smirking slightly. “Gotta be bad if they stuck you in here with me.”

A beat of silence. Then—

“You talk too much.”

Your voice is quiet, but sharp enough to cut. Shidou raises a brow, interested. Most people flinch or get defensive when he pushes. You didn't.

“I’m just curious,” he says, tilting his head towards your general direction. “A girl like you throwing punches? Gotta be a juicy story. Right?”

This time, you do glance at him—just for a second. Dark eyes, unreadable, sizing him up like he’s just another fight waiting to happen. 

“No story,” you mutter bitterly. “Just a bad day.”

Shidou studies you, almost like how a tiger looks at its prey, almost like he wasn’t deterred by the bad mood radiating off you. “Yeah? Guess we both had one.” He gestures vaguely to his busted lip, almost smug. “Wasn’t really my fault, though. The guy was fucking begging for it.”

You huff, barely a laugh, more like an exhale of disbelief. “Is that what you tell yourself?”

He leans in slightly, elbows on the desk, and you're able to see the quiet–but explosive glow of his pink eyes. “Is that what you tell yourself?”

His question hits you like a light slap to the face, managing to surprise you. For the first time, something flickers in your eyes—something he recognizes. A mix of exhaustion and defiance. 

You didn’t answer. Instead, you shifted in your seat, the metal legs groaning under your weight. Tilting your head toward him, your eyes met his, tense. “Why do you care?”

Both of your expressions mirrored each other, nonchalant, unreadable.

There was another long beat of silence as your eyes darted around his face, his blonde hair with pink tips that was definitely the reason he had a ‘delinquent’ title, you think. His nails are sloppily painted black, and you could imagine how his punches hurt like a bitch with how many rings adorned his fingers. His blazer was nowhere to be found, his jumper sleeves rolled up to his forearms. His sneakers were scruffy, his buttoned collar undone.

Shidou himself seemed as if he was deep in thought looking at you himself, as well as considering your words. He doesn’t know the answer yet. Maybe because you're different. Maybe because you're quiet, a silent but deadly type. Maybe it’s because you're the same as him, a foreign presence in an unfamiliar environment. Maybe it’s because rather than seeing a sea of pin straight black hair, it was the neat ocean of mahogany brown braids that skimmed your lower back. Maybe it was because of the fresh manicured set of nails that you got every other week, something he observed more than the normal person should. Or maybe because, for the first time, someone isn’t playing his game, and you peaked his rare curiosity.

He gives a lopsided grin, tilting his chair back until the front legs hovered above the floor. “I don’t. Just making conversation.”

You don't respond at first, ripping your eyes away from the intense staring competition–just turning your gaze back to the window, as if he’s already forgotten. But Shidou? He’s still watching you, still curious.

And it takes a lot to get his attention. 

He focused on your glossy pout, and how it seemed to soften slightly with your next words.

“Fine. Keep making conversation…i guess.”

When you meant keep the conversation going, you never implied for him to thrust his desk right next to yours, almost bumping shoulders with you. He ignored the weak yelling of the teacher telling him to go back to his place. You were amused by his actions, not even telling him to back off like you would to anyone else.

Maybe you’ll let him talk your ear off a bit more.

Quandaledlngle69 © 2025

[gothamite-rambler]

Batman and Jim faced a woman who has the flu, her boyfriend was on the floor crying with a knife in his thigh.

Liz: I have the flu, not that 'flu', but regular flu. I am not feeling well. I just wanted to have my broth and relax in bed until my flu went away. Then… that motherfucker!

Liz pointed to her soon-to-be ex-boyfriend who glared back at her.

Liz: Was like, "Let's cook together! Let's cook together!" Like a damn Muppet!

Kyle: I don't sound like Kermit the Frog!

Jim: Maybe don't keep talking.

Liz: Thank you! Anyways, he said if I went to the store to shop, he'd make me a meal that I could digest, because you know I'm sick! So I relented, we got the stuff, went home and I couldn't 'cook together'. I couldn't stand… I could barely walk! Kyle sucked his teeth in denial

Liz: I went to bed and thought he would leave me alone, maybe bring me some Campbell's soup. He came in the room with a cutting board, a bell pepper and a knife.

Batman (pointing to the knife in the man's thigh): The knife that's in his thigh?

Liz nodded, hands on her hips.

Liz: Oh yeah, I lost it. I'm not proud to admit it, but "cooking together" with that man is me doing ninety percent of the cooking! He does this with all his family and I can usually let it go, but not when I'm going through the flu!

Kyle: Oh my God, I had a cold at ten and it wasn't even that bad. You're such a—

Liz tossed the bell pepper she had been gripping in her hand directly at Kyle's head, making him grunt and interrupting his whining for a second.

Kyle (whining again): I just wanted to cook together!

Jim: You keep saying that, but that doesn't mean anything. Especially since she's sick. Why would you want her to cook when she has the flu? Also you lied to her, you promised her a dinner you'd cook.

Kyle: There is a knife in my thigh!

Jim (jokingly): You're alive. I got stabbed once and could still work so that means yours can't be that bad.

Liz: He's done crap similar to this. One time he did that stupid TikTok challenge where the guy says 'what's for dinner, bitch?' and I let it slide, but what he did was uncalled for! Batman has said anything, but I'm ready for my scolding.

Batman covered his mouth, unintentionally laughing. He turned to Jim, placing his hand on the man's shoulder.

Batman: This is fucking wild!

Jim nodded, rubbing his eyes and laughing as well.

Batman: I'm sorry, I just keep picturing you grabbing the knife and jabbing it into his thigh and he shouts "I just wanted to cook together!"

Jim: This fucking guy. He's like the dog that keeps bringing the ball back and I just want to rest.

Liz started laughing next, still pissed but glad two other men were on her side.

Liz: Dude, agree. I couldn't take his nonsense anymore.

Kyle: I'm right here!

Liz scoffed rolling her eyes.

Liz: Look I know I overreacted, but he promised to make dinner and give me my medicine then brought me a cutting board!

Batman: Which is the worst task to give a sick person. Bringing a knife and cutting board in bed. You're going to prison, but I don't blame you.

Jim: Yeah, you overreacted, but he's alive. We just have to wait for the EMTs to take him away and then take you in for questioning. Honestly you might not get jail time.

Kyle (defiant, whining): I'm suing her either way!

Liz: I'll pay half of your medical bills douche. This was a good reason to dump him at least. Kyle, pack your shit later and leave. We're through.

Kyle: Fine! I'll find another—

Batman and Jim: STOP SAYING COOK TOGETHER!

Kyle pouted, resting on the ground with his arms cross while Liz sat down to blow her nose.

Based off a reddit story I saw on smosh pit that angered me so much I had to write a what if. In the AITA post OP is the boyfriend who brought in the cutting board and she didn't stab him (I would've hit him with the cutting board at least). I can only hope she dumped his ass.

[dreamin4smth]

Maria Robotnik VS Sonic 3

So I watched Sonic 3 last december and I can’t stop thinking abt it. Especially what they did with the Shadow and Maria story, so now Ive come here to speak my mind and go through just how GOOD of an adaption they are in the movie. Holy shit. That was wild.

Ill be comparing Game!Maria and Movie!Maria and how their characters work in the story. Im sure there are hundreds of analyzis out there of them that might be saying the same things I will. Idk I havent watched any, but these are my own thoughts Ive gathered from watching the movies and the games. So I hope they make as much sense to you as they do to me lmao.

Because, good lord, it must have been difficult for the writers to handle the question “how do you adapt the story of a hedgehog made by the blood of space alien colonizers all in favour of saving sick child from dying?“

What did the writers do? Well lets see.

To understand the difference between Movie!Maria and Game!Maria we need to understand what Maria as a character does to the story. So lets start there.

Game!Maria

Maria robotnik in the games serves a special roll that promotes her to something more than just a character. Game Maria is a symbol. Her story is set from the moment we learn of her, and her character is more there for plot reasons rather than being an independent veichle in her story. The Maria we meet is soft spoken, compassionate, a fanatic and an inspiration for Shadow. She’s dressed in blue with golden hair and with a leap in her step. There is little fault to be found in her because thats not what she’s ment to be. Maria is a representation of innocence.

She’s a sick child who wishes for everyone on earth to be happy, and all of this is ment to lead you to the horrors of her then being killed. But the point is, Maria in the games is stagnant. She represents the life that Shadow had on the ARK, but more importantly, she represents SHADOWS innocence. Maria as a character is not her own story but rather a subpart of Shadows, and that is where we find the biggest difference with the Games and the movie. Dont even get me started on the almost religious imagery that follows her around. I mean, her names MARIA. Her roll is to be the center of love in Shadow’s life. Shes a sister, a best friend and even motherly at times. And while Shadow generations definetly gives us more of a laid back version of her, we can still see her maintain that untouchable rightousness that makes her character almost age-less. In a sense. She’s a child to highlight her innocence, yet in all other terms she really isn’t. Game Maria is an idea.

So what does the movies do then?

Movie!Maria

Sonic 3 saw all this and decided to do smth a bit different. To introduce such a compex narrative in a movie for children would definetly have been... Difficult, so instead they tone down the version a bit and make it their own thing. Who does Maria become? She becomes a CHARACTER.

Movie Maria is a child who is going to be living at a base filled with adults and scientists. She walks into the first scene with caution and nervousness, and yet as she meets Shadow, she finds a kin. And who we meet is a Maria that is goofy, mischevous, gleeful and daring. She’s a child here. She builds blanket forts, throws pop-corn at her brother, makes him driver her around on roller-skates and plays the guitar. Movie Maria is not ment to represent more than what she is, and still, it works. Movie Maria is innocent but she’s not the definition of it. She’s a person that shadow lost rather than an idea that he lost. The Maria we meet in the movie is a moving character that was abruptly stopped by external forces. She was always ment to have a future and a story, and yet she lost that. Movie Maria’s tragedy lies in her lost potential while Game Maria’s tragedy lies in her inevitable outcome. This also creates a difference in what they do to Shadows own personal journey, which ill get into more later.

So before that one more thing I love that they do with Movie Maria is that they still let her keep that inspirational part. She’s the one to inteoduce the line “the light shines even though the star is gone“ to Shadow and unknowingly ends up helping Shadow in his grief. While Game Maria is activly trying to bring positive change to Shadow’s life, Movie Maria uninentionally does that simply by showing kindness and love. She is still Shadows sister who was always there for him and loved him, just in a different light. She is still his moral compass. Shadow can be a good person because of her impact on his life, and in my opinion, as long as she fits the afformentioned categories then Maria can be whatever the writers want her to be.

So last but not least, lets talk abt her sickness.

Maria’s Sickness

Game Maria is deathly sick. Her days are numbered until a cure can be found, and the only hope left for her is Shadow. This creates a dependency between the two because suddenly, Shadow’s life isnt his own. He is alive for and because of Maria. She’s a part of his identity, so what happens when he loses that part of himself? This internal conflict directly influences Shadow’s self worth. Shadow is as much angry for losing her as he’s angry for losing himself. The very reason to why he says “goodbye shadow the hedgehog“ in Shadow 05 is because he can no longer be the same person after losing Maria. His goals and his dreams are haltered when the ARK gets invaded, ans it all leads back to Maria’s sickness.

Which is why... Well... The fact that the movie removes this part of Maria sure is... A choice.

And while I understand that showing a sick child who is then killed by the military would probbaly raise a few eyebrows from adults, that still doesnt change the fact that a very unique and important part of Shadows story was removed.

Movie Maria is there more or less on her own ackord. She has a future ahead of her. Her and Shadows relationship isn’t built on mutual depenency but rather as a circumstantional one. Which still works, dont get me wrong, but it does make the story just a tad more generic. Shadow is no longer angry for losing such a big part of his identity, he’s just doing the former part now. Grieving the most important person in his life, as well as his home.

This hardly ruins the story ofc, its just a different take on the story that, in all fairness, fits the vibe of the movie better. Bringing in terminal illness and conversations around that would definetly be a tough one. And because of them making Maria more of a character now it still works. She’s already an innocent and tragic character. She’s not ment to be innocence and tragedy incarnate like she is in the games. You get the point.

All in all. Almost perfect adaption of Maria in my opinion. I love movie Maria and it was such a clever way to go with the character. She and Shadow will always have a special place in my heart.

Hope you liked my little thought essay. I can talk abt Sonic characters all damn day 🫶

[choco-scoups]

Through sickness and in health

Seungcheol drabble because why not? And also so self indulgent i feel like that's more of a warning. hope you guys like it. Have a great week ahead y'all!!

idol!husband!seungcheol x wife!reader

au : you were just having a really bad day, and just like always your husband is here to your rescue.

word count - roughly 1000.

genre - fluff

note: pictures are not mine and belong solely to their owners. :)

The rhythmic hum of the ceiling fan, the gentle whoosh of the wind from the windows, slight scent of someone baking cookies wafting in the air, children's little giggles and chatters, and the evening sun filtering through the open panes, stretching across the floor and making the living room look cozy and peaceful.

It all was picturesque and soothing. Familiar, wonderful and everything so on.

But it also wasn’t. At least not for today.

You came back from your hectic day of work, the coffee spilling across your white blazer making you work with just a shirt in the winter, the unusual stutter of yours while presenting a topic regarding a company retreat and the worst of all, the “difficult level” of cold – It was just cold where you couldn’t even do anything anymore- that bumped up your day’s rating.

-17/10. Would not want this on your worst enemy.

That’s the reason why you were standing in the middle of your living room, your bag slumped on the floor as your hands clenched tight and teeth slightly gritting as your eyes teared up because of the extreme overstimulation. The cold was making it even worse, whenever you wanted to sneeze the glasses, you had been making it harder.

You didn’t know if other people with glasses felt this way during cold or it was just you.

“Please tell me you’re alive.” You turn towards the door, where your husband is now standing as he runs his hands through his hair. Probably rushed back from practice because you called him.

“I’m sorry, I caught the “difficulty level” cold, Cheol.” Your voice wavers, eyes turning blurry as your crankiness goes up a notch. It was a word you used to describe it because you didn't know how else to put it. He walked straight up to you leaving his own bag as he did and just held your face in his hands. His gaze turning softer.

“You were fine this morning when I left?” He asks, hugging you now, his chest warm, giving you comfort of familiarity.

You just hum as he cradles you against him.

“Get freshen up, I’ll make you porridge. Okay?” He says pulling back a minute later.

“But you don’t know-”

“Shh. I’ll take care of it, go now.” He gently pushed you into the room and went ahead to close the door behind him, not before winking at you with his huge smile that showed off his dimples.

You shake your head at his antics, somehow getting a bit of calm in the unlimited crankiness in you. It just so happens; you get a very heated amount of crankiness whenever you are sick. Mostly other people would suffer because of your constant outbursts during then, but your irritated self never seemed to chase away Seungcheol.

Your husband always seemed to somehow just get it. How and what kind of sorcery was that was beyond your imagination.

After what seemed like half an hour or so, you came out of the warm shower, wearing your pajamas and tied up hair. The air now seemed chill but embraced you well.

“Salt or no Salt?” You heard Cheol talking to someone as you walked towards your kitchen and there was Mingyu on the phone as he looked annoyed at the oldest for even calling him for that.

“Hyung, this isn’t your first time cooking porridge.” He sighs as he later tells to add a pinch of salt to make it taste better. Seungcheol thanks him and cuts the call before tasting the porridge a bit himself and sets the pot onto the table.

The table was set within a minute, him looking at his own masterpiece and being quite proud at himself. You chuckle to yourself as you look at him.

“What are you doing, MasterChef?”

“You scared me,” He startles a bit before looking at you.

“Sorry,”

“Come here, now.” You go ahead and take a seat as he pulls the chair for you. And just asks you to wait a second before he too takes a seat beside you too look at your reaction for it.

He nods at you to eat and you do so, closing your eyes and letting the soft porridge let you fill with warmly.

“How is it?” You finally look at him and speak, “It is good.” He smiles wide as he sighs and leans back into his chair.

“You worked hard for it, huh?” You tease him and he just acts that way too.

As if he worked the whole day to prepare meals for the whole nation, he pretends to wipe away the sweat on his forehead and talks about how hard it is as his job to cook. You laugh along and feel a lot better just by sitting with him.

“I’m sorry.”

“Why?” He asks, his head now leaning onto the elbow as he looks at you.

“I think I got a little irritated and got maybe a bit mad at you, the cold isn’t an excuse but I shouldn’t have talked or acted that way with you.”

“It’s fine. If not with me, who else would you get cranky at?” You swat at his arm playfully and he laughs with you.

“It’s just like they say. Through sickness and in health,” he says.

“Yeah, Through bad porridge and good porridge.” He pouts a bit when you say that before leaning closer to you.

“Hey, you should be glad I came home before you were at a police station for killing someone in that mood.” You narrow your eyes at him and he just raises up his arms surrendering.

“Okay, I will say it.”

He does and you smile at him. “I love you,” you whisper.

“I love you too, little firecracker.”

And even through a bad day, your heart felt a lot lighter and more bearable knowing he would always stay by your side. No matter the moods.

Through sickness and in health, remember?

[littlestarbigsky]

sooooo @broareweabouttoviberightnow made this post and the soda bit has quite literally has been eating me alive for the last few days…

so here is a 5 + 1 for soda and the stars🥹 also threw in some stevepop bc i miss writing them tbh (and a song bc that’s the energy i was getting while i wrote it ;)

“look at those stars, baby, look how they’re shining for you.”

not for the first time, mama was holding soda in a blanket on their front porch in the cool night air to try to get his breathing under control. ponyboy had finally moved out of the nursery and into soda’s room, but not without its challenges. pony may very well have been a walking petri dish of germs, because the moment he set foot in preschool, everyone in their home was suddenly getting sick.

soda had the worst time of it, though, his little lungs not able to fight off the infection as easily as the rest of them had. all this added up to mama holding him tight to her while he breathed in the cold fresh air, a blanket thrown over him to keep the chill in the air at bay.

“for me?” he wheezed out and she hushed him gently.

“yeah, they know to twinkle extra bright for you,” she rubbed his back gently, pressing a kiss to his messy hair. “you know they make shapes, right?”

he looked up at her curiously, and she looked pointedly at the sky above them. soda gazed up at the stars, his cheek pressed to mama’s chest.

“you see those three stars right in a line? that’s orion’s belt, he was a warrior. and those six that almost make a circle, there’s the gemini twins.”

soda listened for as long as he could before sleep took over and he couldn’t keep his eyes open any longer, mama’s voice lulling him to sleep, his breath finally coming in deep sighs.

she pressed a kiss to his forehead, carrying him back to her bedroom. she knew he was getting older, there were only so many more times she could hold her sleeping baby in her arms, she was going to hold onto it for as long as she could.

“you know, you can crash on our couch,” soda laughed, throwing a hoodie at steve as he walked across the lot.

steve looked over at him for a moment before rolling his eyes and answering, “don’t wanna keep buggin’ your folks, they already see plenty of me ‘n two-bit.”

soda smiled as he sat down next to steve , throwing a blanket over their legs and settling into steve’s side as he pulled on the sweatshirt.

“you know mama wouldn’t mind, she could win a custody battle over that asshole if she tried,” soda joked, nosing steve’s cheek. “you say the word and we’d be brothers.”

“yeah, well,” steve turned his head and smiled. “shame it’s against the law bein’ in love with your brother, or somethin’ like that, adopted or not.”

steve pressed a chaste kiss to soda’s lips, and when they pulled apart, steve gave a huge yawn, and soda could only giggle. he hooked an arm around soda’s shoulders and laid down in the soft grass, gazing up at the sky with their heads close together.

steve glanced over and watched soda’s eyes for a few minutes, mentally going through all of the constellations.

“can you tell me about them again?” steve asked quietly. when soda looked over curiously, he amended, “the stars?”

he scooted over a little bit so that their sides were flush against each other, opposite hands behind their heads to prop themselves up.

soda pointed up, “you see those four that make the big square?”

“yeah, is that the big dipper?”

soda giggled quietly, “not quite, it’s the body of pegasus. and the big v shape next to it is pisces. and if you look up a little, aries is right there, too.”

steve listened for as long as he could before he couldn’t keep his eyes open. soda only stopped when he heard the soft snores, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. he pressed a kiss to steve’s forehead and pulled the blanket up to their shoulders, ready to drift off with him.

“is that cassiopeia?” pony asked, pointing his fingers up at one of the star clusters.

“that’s libra, kiddo,” soda laughed, tugging the blanket closer around them.

mama and darry had gone on a college visit for the weekend, so daddy loaded up his two younger boys into the truck and took them camping. only on the drive back to tulsa, the truck had given out, so until daddy could get the truck running again, they were stuck on the side of the oklahoma highway. getting bored after about five minutes, soda had grabbed pony and one of the blankets from the back seat and made them a cozy little space in the bed of the truck.

“but what about the shape? i thought we could see her all year round,” pony argued, and soda just tugged him in so he could gesture to a different area of the sky.

“we can, but she’ll be over there this time of year, where the trees are blocking,” soda gently corrected. “we probably would have had a great view of her at the campground.”

soda didn’t mind pony being a little petulant, he knew there were only so many more times soda would be able to do this, when pony would still think it was fun to curl up in the bed of the truck with his brother just to look at the stars. it was almost like he could feel pony growing up, pressed against his side.

“okay, smart guy, what else is up there, then?”

soda smiled and pointed at the sky directly overhead, “right next to libra is scorpius, you see the curve? that’s its tail.”

“and that’s sagittarius next to it, right?” pony perked up.

“yeah, kiddo, that’s right.”

they went back and forth for a little while longer, pony pointing out all the constellations he could remember mama teaching him, and soda filling in the blanks with the rest of them.

“…and there’s cygnus, you see it, pony?” he asked, his voice now a whisper, but pony didn’t answer. “hey, you still with me, kiddo?”

pong still didn’t say anything. soda looked over and felt his heart swell as his eyes landed on pony, who was fast alseep, pulling in deep breaths and looking more at peace than soda had seen him in weeks. he tugged his sleeping brother closer to him under the blanket, his body curled up and content in the crook of soda’s arm.

“rest up, baby,” he pressed a kiss to pony’s temple. “i love you.”

he felt so guilty for needing them, for needing someone to care about him in the way mama curtis always had, but his parents just wouldn’t stop going at it, and he refused to be in the house if one of them was going to kill the other. he wanted someone to hold him close, remind him that he was alive, that that would be enough.

something glass shattered against the wall outside johnny’s bedroom and he grabbed his jacket and sprinted out the door. he didn’t know where he was going or what he was going to do, he just knew he needed out.

he was barely looking where he was going, he probably would have gotten hit by a car if he didn’t run into something very real and very solid halfway across the vacant lot. johnny fell backwards onto the grass, immediately curling into a ball and covering his face with his arms as he braced for someone to knock him out or at least black one of his eyes, but it never came.

“johnnycake?” he knew that voice…

“s-soda?” he stuttered, his voice much more shaky than he had expected.

“yeah,” soda’s voice was closer now. “where were you running to, kid? it’s so late…”

johnny tried to answer, he really did, but his breath caught in his throat and he swore he could feel his heart about to jackknife out of his chest. stars were dancing in his field of vision, he couldn’t get himself under control and… was he crying?

“hey, hey, hey,” soda must have only been a few inches from him, johnny could feel his body heat radiating, but his voice seemed far away and fuzzy. “can you take a breath for me, johnnykid? just one, in and out, that’s all you’ve gotta do.”

he did what he could, he heaved in as much of a breath as he could manage. he could feel soda wrapping himself around his shaking body. they were only a few months apart in age, but it seemed like soda was twice the size of him. usually he’d be insecure about it, but with soda, it was hard to mind things like that.

he coached johnny through a few more breaths, each coming easier than the last. he seemed to understand that johnny didn’t want to talk about what happened, so instead he asked, “can i show you something? you’ve just gotta lay down for me.”

johnny nodded silently and soda maneuvered them so johnny’s head was rested in his crossed legs, one hand on his chest to keep a tab on his breathing and the other carding gently through johnny’s half-greased curls.

“you see those stars that are kinda shaped like a coat hanger?”

johnny thought he was ready to speak, but when he opened his mouth, nothing came out, so he simply nodded. he could feel the tension in his shoulders ebbing, soda had always been good at keeping his head on straight when johnny needed him.

“that’s leo the lion, he’s my favorite. and if you look over by those mountains, you can see a bit of the big dipper.”

“soda, we need to stay inside! they might find something!”

soda was trying to drag darry out the front door and onto the lawn, which darry was loudly protesting. it was the first time in years that they would be able to see a meteor shower from their house, and soda wasn’t about to miss it, and he didn’t want darry to, either.

“then only close the screen door so you can hear the phone, you’re gonna miss it!” he whisper-shouted, dragging his brother across the grass and flopping down on the blanket he’d laid out.

darry stared at soda on the ground from where he was standing, “soda, i swear to god, pony’s god only knows where with johnny, and you want me to look at the stars? are you serious?”

“it’s not just the stars, darry! it’s a meteor shower!” soda propped himself up on his elbows indignantly. “and staring at the phone isn’t gonna make it ring, we’ll know what’s happening the minute they find him.”

“yeah, like the fuzz are dying to call us,” darry rolled his eyes, his hands on his hips. soda almost had to laugh at how much he reminded him of their mama.

“i’m not talking about the fuzz,” soda motioned for him to sit down again. “you know dally or tim shepard will know about it the second they haul those two in.”

darry sighed heavily and sat down. soda moved behind him and without preamble, started rubbing darry’s shoulders and back. he seemed to be holding all of the tension and stress of the past week in his neck and shoulders, but soda could feel him relaxing the littlest bit.

“what are we watching again?” darry bent his head back to look at soda.

soda cracked a smile, his first in days, “look over, straight up from steve’s house, there’s gonna be a meteor shower there any second now.”

darry relaxed back onto his elbows as light began to rain in the sky a million miles away, and soda fell backwards to lay down on the blanket, finally some calm in the worst week of their lives. it was all still there, all that pain and fear, but it could sit to the side for a few minutes.

“i told him about it,” soda whispered. “the meteor shower. wherever he is, if he can figure out where north is, he might just be watching it, too.”

darry have a small chuckle, “that idiot doesn’t have a clue where north is.”

“i ran out today, pony and darry were going at it again and… i don’t know. i just couldn’t take it anymore. i think we finally heard each other, though, they don’t wanna fight anymore at least, so that’s gotta be something. i guess its just all been hard and scary since the court settled. pony’s all broken up about what happened, and i guess we all are, but he’s just having such a hard time. he’ll get through it, he’s a lot stronger than me and darry.”

soda pulled the blanket around his shoulders a little tighter, easing himself back and forth gently in the rocking chair on the front porch.

“but i think that’s about everything…” he said quietly. “i hope johnny and dally are keeping you and daddy company up there. we miss y’all somethin’ awful down here, but i bet it’s real nice up there in the stars.”

“soda!” darry called from inside the house. “you’ve got work in the morning, you gotta get to bed!”

soda pulled in a deep breath and pushed himself off the chair and began to head inside, pausing for a moment to steal one more glance at the night sky.

“i love you, mama, thanks for shinin’ so bright for me.”

[brwnbnny]

what are ur thoughts on sleeper build Chris whos also like hairy . Wholeheartedly i think he’s hairy all over NEED THAT!!

Oh you just opened a huge can of dicks with this... im giving you PORN WITH PLOT BCUS I CAN!

He's insecure but too lazy to shave it.. he doesnt have a girlfriend or anyone he really shows it.. soo? its fine..

until.. he's invited to go paddle boarding with josh, you, and sam.. oh god.. hes gonna be in a swimsuit.. INFRONT OF YOU.. OH NO-

little does he know hes about to get himself a one way ticket to POUND TOWN.

Him and Josh get there early- Josh is completely scheming this whole thing into getting you and Chris to fuck or something, you're blatant flirting back and forth making him sick to his stomach at the fact you two ARENT together.

You and Sam arrive and DEAR GOD chris cannot stop blatantly staring at your legs and ass its like...obsessive

Josh assigns you and sam to sit and relax on the boards while him and chris do all the paddling- Chris almost protests until he sees the stare you've got at his fuzzy chest.. you look like you're about to eat him alive and now he's nervous about what you're thinking.

about 30 minutes out you and chris get ahead of josh and sam a bit and decide to chat- you feeling quite blunt and bold ask him why he'd never taken his shirt off infromt of you prior

"So- have you just never.. taken your shirt off infront of me because.. you're a furry animal?"

"W-well- hey!- jesus that's a bit harsh..."

"... i didn't say that was a bad thing did i?"

".. no.. no you didn't actually- does this not weird you out?"

" jokes on you i'm into that"

"Oh-... Oh?"

"... i said that out loud didnt i?"

"you did..."

"... anyway.. how.. has your week at college been?"

"Mm.. fine, usual stress factors of professors and studies"

You two choose to ignore it.. for now.

You two get back to shore and before you know it you two are making plans for him to come over for lunch- inviting sam and josh only for them to reject politely that they both have plans as well.

No you're throwing on a show you and Chris have binged with the group before and sharing some takeout you picked up on the way back to his place.

You're curious.. and itching.. to run your hands over his fuzzy chest and see where that thick happy trail leads to. you're finding it hard to act normal and sit still..

"H-hey are you- are you okay? you seem really fidgety..."

"Hm? oh.. yeah.. just uh.. thinking about something.."

"...you care to enlighten me on your thoughts?"

"Mm- no- that would be.. a bit weird to you probably"

and he nods his head already knowing what you're thinking of

"Is it the fact you finally saw me shirtless? it's weird- you said you were into it- but if you're just trying to make me feel b-"

"- can i feel it?"

"can- can you-- what?"

"... nevermind."

"Nono- i just.. you want to touch my obnoxiously hairy chest? i've never been asked that by a girl-"

"- you dont need too it- it's fine i was just.. joking..."

"... no you weren't."

" No i wasnt."

Now you're in his lap on his couch running your hands up his shirt while he breathes hard and his hands slowly find comfort on your thighs

"Whoa.. it's really soft.."

".. oh jesus you're treating me like im some mythical beast-"

".. yeah i absolutely am.. i dunno.. maybe you are some type of secretly massive furry beast.."

"In bed sur-"

"- OH?"

"I DIDNT MEAN TO SAY THAT"

"... show me?"

"what?"

"You claimed to be a beast in bed.. prove it"

"I-is this- real?"

"Yeah.. can i take off your shirt, Chris?"

"J-jesus.. yeah.."

Now you're riding him. and his happy trail is brushing up on your cunt just right while you dig your nails into his broad, bulky shoulders. both of you gasping and moaning while the loud wet noises of your bodies fills his small campus apartment.

"Ch-Chris!-"

"-Yeah- ohh shit.. yeah?"

"T-this prove how much i-mm!- like your h-hairy self?"

"Mmh! Mmhm! yes! yes it d-does!"

Running your smaller hands through his huge chest- the soft golden hair paring perfectly with your skin tone as you grab at his chest to fuck yourself harder onto his lap- leaning forward to kiss him until youre both sloppily moaning into eachothers mouths- babbling about how close you are to cumming together

you're welcome.. ho...