#he scratches every braincell in my brain nicely

[bialbovi]

Guys I can't stop drawing Rung help. Also there's glitter in my eyes nose and. tongue idk im sneezing glitter like a fair y

I am also cooking a playlist for him, my Ukrainian mutuals are going to throw me out into open space after I'm done

[cyberdragoninfinity]

you know it's yugo 🍌🏍🐉

LET'S YUGOOOOO

Why I like them/why I don’t: YUGOOOO god i love him so much. I think a pretty large part of why I enjoy thinking about him so much is i feel like he kind of gets written off as just Mr. Funny Sillyguy who doesn't get taken very seriously, which is a shame!! Cuz he's a really cool and brave and interesting and honestly deeply sad character! He's just some dirt poor kid trying to find his best friend and start a better life with her, he doesnt know he's a shard of The Evilest Man Alive. And then his best friend got BRAIN WORMED and KICKED HIS ASS and he NEVER GOT TO SEE HER AGAIN. ALRIGHT. I'LL BE NORMAL ABOUT IT. (and also he is absolutely hysterical. guy who says 'whoopsie.' guy with maybe 3 braincells to spare on any given day. god help him)

What I like about their appearance: I LOVE yugo's color palette, the primary colors with the white truly both evokes bruno my friend bruno but also the white is such a nice visual link to synchro summoning. Also he just really feels like he belongs in a 5d's inspired dimension, his racing suit/outfit design feels right at home next to actual 5D's characters/just that sort of turbo duel racing motif'd world in general. also his banana bangs are so fucking funny

Do I prefer their dub names or original names?: same in both, yugo through and through, and i love it! ("hugo" is also really funny. guy who is not beating the White Yuya allegations)

OTP: hey check this out *starts doing crazy aro!rin queerplatonic appleshipping maneuvers that blow your mind*

NOTP: i like. dont even Hate yugo/yuri it's just so nothing to me. the dynamic of these characters is infinitely more interesting to me through a platonic lens. stepbrothers (2008).

OT3: yugo and rin and their motorcycle outracing the cops for life!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Favourite card they use: I DO LOVE CLEAR WING A LOT such a sick as hell dragon design... I also really like his one speedroid spell card thats just a lottery Scratch Off Ticket. speedroid 7/11 gas station ass card.

Favourite moment they were in: god. so many. but i do think 'yugo thinking zuzu is dead and in heaven and he keeps bringing it up' is one of my favorites. it's so fucking funny. NOBODY TOLD HIM!!! i do also love like. every time they would cut to yugo during friendship cup duels he wasnt in and he would just be like. eating his doordash. it made me laugh every time

Least favourite moment: THE PARASITE'D!RIN AND YUGO DUEL IS SO FUCKING HARD TO WATCH. IT'S JUST MISERABLE his fucking motorcycle, this emblem of his bond with rin, gets broken, he doesnt even get to see rin truly in her right mind and neither does she. and then they never see each other again because they both DIE AFTERWARDS. IT READS LIKE FUCKING MELODRAMATIC TORTURE PORN. WHY DID THEY DO THAT TO BOTH OF THEM.

Something I associate with the character: yuya is usually my AJR discography yuboy but The Dumb Song is such a yugo song to me. college AU yugo especially. i love the idea of like...yugo being more self aware of his dumbassery than he lets on.

[katsukithme]

First Aid

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x reader

Summary: Your pro hero boyfriend is annoyingly opposed to first aid, and you have to get a little persuasive.

Warnings: Language, suggestive themes, lil bit spicy!! Not smut but like I’m easing into it. Mentions of injury.

Word count: about 1.9k :)

A/N: idek what this is man I am just h word on main for angry blonde firecracker man

**Character is aged up to at least 20**

You've about had it with this man. This absolute stubborn child of a man. If his bottom lip weren't already split, right now you'd be very highly considering doing it yourself.

You both were crowded into your small bathroom in your apartment, first aid supplies strewn across what little counter space you had, a few knocked onto the tile floor. You'd learned very early on in your relationship that keeping a first aid kit on deck was essential to dating Katsuki Bakugou. If only the bastard would sit still so you could actually use it.

It was a feat in and of itself that you managed to get him in here for the first aid in the first place. It was like luring a cat into the bathroom right before a bath. He knew what was coming... and it took bribery of course. But he was here, hips leaning against the edge of the sink, arms crossed over his bare chest as he faces you. You were standing in front of him (conveniently between him and the door), antiseptic in one hand and a bandage in the other, desperately trying to clean the cuts that littered his skin.

"Katsuki, come on! Quit moving around!" You say sternly, trying once again to dab the cloth over the wide gash that reached from his collarbone to his shoulder. It had stopped bleeding a while ago, but it looked pretty gnarly. And you'd be damned if you didn't at least disinfect it.

"I told you, I don't need first aid! I'm not even hurt." He retorts, indignantly avoiding every move you make towards him. Finally you throw down the bandage with a loud groan.

"We do this every time! How many times do I have to tell you? If you don't clean them they could get infected!" You demand, hands on your hips.

"Tch. As if I'd ever let something like that happen to me." He was operating with one singular braincell, you were sure of it. And the braincell was sitting in the 'stubborn asshole' part of Katsuki's brain.

"You- it's not... Jesus christ. It's not something you let happen! It'll only take a minute to clean them up, I promise."

He doesn't seem the least bit convinced, brows drawn together in such a deep scowl. It was exactly the sort of face a mother would scold you for, saying it'd get stuck that way.

Sometimes for him, you really thought it did.

"You said it'd take just a minute last time. And it absolutely fuckin' did not." He gripes and you throw your hands up in exasperation. It was like talking to a brick wall.

"Because you kept moving!" He rolls his eyes and stands up from the counter, pushing past you gently to go towards the door.

"Whatever. I don't need first aid." He growls out. Your hands ball into fists and your face sets into a hard expression. You'd had enough... no more good cop.

Before he turns the door handle you say just one more thing- and it stops him dead in his tracks.

"Bakugou Katsuki, if you don't come over here and sit your ass down so I can treat your wounds, so help me god I won't fuck you for a month."

He freezes, hand still holding the doorknob. He turns slowly to look at you over his shoulder, expecting to find any sort of lie, a trace of a fracturing exterior so he knew you didn't mean it. Instead, all he was met with was a stone cold glare.

He scoffs. "You're bluffing." He tries, and your arms cross over your chest.

"Try me. Go ahead, leave the bathroom. Get used to fucking your hand, it'll be the only action you see."

He was tempted of course to just leave. The odds of you bluffing were pretty high... he wasn't stupid, he knew it was just as much of a punishment for you as it would be for him. But the look in your eyes– it was threatening. Kind of hot, but he'd keep that to himself. The threat of an agonizing dry spell was too risky for him to point that out.

"Fuck. Fine..." he relents. And he takes his hand slowly off the doorknob.

You smirk triumphantly as he trudged slowly back into the bathroom, scowl still set into his face with no signs of leaving any time soon. You take a few steps back, however many the right space would allow so you could direct him. As much as he despised it, your threat had him wrapped around your little finger. More than usual.

You jut out your chin once towards the toilet, which had the lid closed. "Sit, asshole. Lemme fix you up." You say, tone firm but just a little soft around the edges as he finally starts to do as you say.

He plops himself down on the seat with a grumble under his breath, something along the lines of 'this is cruel and unusual punishment, but he sits nonetheless. And he was almost pouting with that expression on his face. It was cute... even if he was acting like an child. You decide to make the ordeal a little sweeter for the man, even if he was being unruly. With antiseptic in one hand and a bandage in the other, you give a soft push to his chest so he'd sit back and make space for you.

It was a cramped sort of space, not super ideal for his comfort or yours. But he always had space for you. He cocks a brow curiously as you move him, but says nothing when he realizes you're going to take a seat. How could he say no? Even he'd admit, he liked having you so close. Even if you're tending to injuries that really weren't that bad.

You straddle his thighs as settle in on his lap, shifting just a little to get comfortable. His hands immediately find your hips, keeping you nice and close. Once he seemed contented enough, you get to work cleaning him up.

It's quiet in the bathroom as you tend to the wounds, the only sounds being that of your first aid ministrations and your mingled breathing. He watches you intently, taking in every little mannerism and facial expression, hands tracing absentminded circles into your hips. His fingertips were barely beneath the hem of your shirt, seeking out the warmth of your bare skin to keep him entertained while you treat his minor injuries.

Finally once most of the scratches and such were taken care of, you turn to the cut on his lip, eyes meeting that intense vermillion gaze. He was uncharacteristically quiet, but you knew it was much more than that.

Katsuki wasn't really a man of words. He didn't express his undying love every five minutes, and you didn't expect him to. Instead he showed it in actions, in unspoken words found shining in his eyes. In a small quirk of his lips when you laugh, or an affectionate eye roll when you do something dumb. Showed it in the way he kissed you. In the way he'd lay you down and give it to you nice and good, just the way you liked.

You lightly dab at the wound on his lip, being careful not to hurt him since it was still pretty fresh. He doesn't seem even slightly fazed.

"Gotta be more careful, and lemme do this for you. Can't have you getting more hurt because you're bein' stubborn." You mumble, averting your eyes from that deep stare to eye the plush of his split bottom lip while you cleaned him up. If you made eye contact any longer, he'd have the satisfaction of making you blush.

He grunts softly, pulling you a little closer on his lap. "I was gonna let you." He mumbles, and it makes you roll your eyes. And his lips quirk up just a bit.

"You were not. You were gonna walk right out that door if I didn't threaten to take away sex." You mumble, and one of his hands starts to trace up your spine, effectively arching you against his chest.

"Maybe. But if I hadn't, you wouldn't be on my lap, would you?" He snarks, but his voice is all soft. You put your first aid supplies down on the counter and turn your eyes back to his once again, and he was grinning. He almost looked smug.

"Ah, shut up. Didn't have to sit here. Did it for you." He snorts in response, strong arms wrapping firmly around your waist.

"Sure you were." He was sarcastic, but his tone was still fond. "You like bein' this close just as much as I do, ass." You wrinkle your nose at him and push at his chest in retaliation, but it only makes him draw you in closer.

"You're the ass. Wouldn't sit still, wouldn't shut up till I said I wouldn't fuck you. Think with your dick, huh?" You tease, and his lips raise in a half playful snarl. Large palms slide over your hips to grab handfuls of your ass, keeping you right up against him.

"Shut the fuck up. You like when I think with my dick. Gets you all hot for me." He mumbles, lips barely brushing yours when he leans in close. You could feel the heat in your cheeks at the comment, spreading to the tips of your ears. He always did know just what to say to get you wrapped around his finger.

"What," he continues, dragging your hips forward against his own and you choke back a gasp. "Suddenly you're all quiet? Bet t's'cause I'm right. But I dunno, maybe I'm just thinking with my dick." You have to struggle not to whine as his hands guide you back and forth across his lap, and by god the friction was going to kill you. Your hands clutch to hard muscled shoulders, aching to gain back some semblance of self control.

But it was hard to keep sane around Katsuki. Damn near impossible.

"Fuck... you..." you breathe, trying to give him a glare but it comes off a little more wanton than you intended. His teeth graze your bottom lip, biting it gently and tugging outward before letting it back into place. His hips cant upwards, rolling into yours as he keeps you rooted firmly in place, and it tears a moan from your lips.

"Yeah? You wanna?" His voice has dipped down dangerously low in his throat, rumbling through his chest and sleeping into your bones. Between the movement of his hips and his mouthing along your jaw you felt as if you were going to combust.

"You're gonna be the death of me..." You can feel that damn shit eating grin against your jaw, and when your eyes meet deep vermillion you know you're a goner. He had you, hook line and sinker.

"Complain all you want, but you're whipped for me," he mumbles, one hand leaving the plush of your ass to cup the back of your neck, dragging you into a kind of kiss that made your toes curl, your knees shake. Hot and heavy, tongue and teeth.

Yeah, you were pretty whipped for Katsuki Bakugou... but he was just as whipped for you.

[kariachi]

Some quick Osmobeast-flavored fic that’s really more Kevin and his mom focused.

Family talking.

~~

His plans for the day? Complete. Gar? At the Tower. His mother? On the line.

“So,” he said, flopping down on the couch and motioning Zed over for pets, “thoughts?”

“Like him so far.” A weight he hadn’t really realized was on his shoulders until he’d brought Gar by for dinner slipped away. His family’s approval wasn’t a be-all-end-all, otherwise he wouldn’t have dated Gwendolyn period, but everybody on both sides of the tree was trying to make up for the complete mess that was most of his childhood, so it was at least important. ��He reminds me of your dad.”

Oh. Okay that felt good. There wasn’t really higher praise.

“Seriously?”

“Seriously. Sweet, funny, charismatic, affectionate- take away Gar’s ability to throw a punch and all but two braincells and he’d be his spitting image.” Zed popped to alert as Kevin snorted.

“Mom!”

“It’s true, kiddo. He was a great man, wonderful with people, but you didn’t get any of your brains from him. The sense of humor, every ounce of sweetness in your body? Yes. Brains, power, and fighting ability? No.” Chuckling under his breath, Kevin scratched at Zed’s jaw. Gar reminded his mom of his dad. Fuck, because he didn’t idolize him enough apparently.

“So, I’ve got the upgraded version then.” His mom laughed.

“Congratulations, you’ve done as every mother hopes her child will do and found better. Didn’t think it was possible, but here were are, discussing it.”

“I’m not good enough for him,” he admitted as he sat back, though the words came out far more relaxed than they would have at any other time. ‘My mom likes him and compared him to the gold standard for kind people in our family’ was the sort’ve high it took a while to come down from.

“And? What, you think I was good enough for your dad? Fuck no. But when a man that good loves you back? You keep him for as long as he stays a good man. If he turns out to be an asshole in disguise, you drop him, until that point you don’t look that gift horse in the mouth.” Kevin was pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to drop him, even when he inevitably gave up playing nice, but he wasn’t about to mention it. His mom was where he got every criminal and nearly every violent tendency, and nothing he said would get her not to blame herself for how his life had gone. Nothing he said would get any of the older members of the family not to blame themselves, and some of them were as or more dangerous than her. It’d be a badly broken day indeed when he let even a hint slip about how his relationships ended up, for their sake and the sake of so many others.

Though getting Gar compared to his dad… It was probably going to kill him later, but damn if it didn’t give him a bit of hope now that maybe things wouldn’t be so bad.

“Whatever you say.”

“I mean it. If he makes himself trouble, you drop him like a hot iron. Until then… He seems like a good man, and that’s all I want for you is a good person who’ll treat you right.” Yep, never saying anything. “As long as he’s all that, and he makes you happy? He’s got my full approval. Anyone complains, send ‘em my way.”

“And if it’s ‘he can do better’ complaints,” he asked with a smile despite himself. He could hear his mom’s when she spoke.

“Punch ‘em, then send ‘em my way.” Both laughed, more of that weight draining out of Kevin. Their relationship was still very much on the mend, it would never be like it’d been before his dad died, but moments like this, where her support was right there at his back, would always be appreciated.

“Thanks, Mom.”

“Don’t even worry about it, kiddo.”

[phantom-curve]

For your prompts: 5. trepverter for Willex, please?

this one kind of got away from me, but hopefully it still mostly captures the essence of the prompt! and if not, it's at least a cute little fluffy Willex moment that I thoroughly enjoyed writing. set in an AU where the boys are alive, here is some flustered Alex ft. supportive Reggie and Luke.

trepverter - a witty response or comeback you think of only after it's too late to use (Rated T for swearing with a Trigger Warning for mentions of homophobic parents)

They say hindsight is 20/20 but Alex never really paid much attention to that until the day he found himself knocked flat on his back, elbows scratched and head pounding as if he had been hit by a freight train instead of an irresponsible skateboarder. It probably didn’t help that he had been in the middle of trying to calm himself down, all the signs of an impending anxiety attack mounting within his system until he had finally just put his feet to the pavement and started walking to get some of the overwhelming energy worked out of his system. He probably could have been more attentive, more aware of exactly where he was going and who was headed his direction, but he figured it would be fine on a random Wednesday morning in October when the tourists weren’t really around and most kids his age were in school.

Alex wasn’t in school because his parents had withdrawn tuition payments after he had finally worked up the courage to tell them he wouldn’t be bringing a nice girl home because he didn’t want to date any girls, in fact he would much prefer to date some boys, but the pressure of keeping his identity a secret hadn’t made that possible either so he was done hiding and he hoped they could accept that. Turns out they couldn’t accept that, or him, once he made it obvious he wasn’t going to go back in the closet or give any girl the chance to “change his mind”. As if that was even possible.

It hadn’t been a big blowout, more of a silent retreat, his parents completely withdrawing any and all support from his life over the course of the last few months. And apparently that included tuition, as Alex had discovered that morning when the school called to inform him they had finished completing his withdrawal forms, and they would be sad to see him go. Which had led him to the boardwalk, and then directly into the path of whatever hooligan that had crashed into him. Maybe if he had just been able to keep his mouth shut for 3 more years he wouldn’t be lying here, breathless and bruised, and still on the cusp of absolutely losing it.

Hindsight, Alex thought to himself as he stared up at the clear blue LA sky, can absolutely kiss my ass.

“Awh, man!” A voice above him whined. “You dinged my board!”

Alex toppled off of the anxiety ledge and straight into an ocean of lost control.

“Dinged your board? Dinged your board!? Dude, you ran me over!”

He punctuated his statement by leaping to his feet, which would have probably been a lot more threatening if he didn’t immediately stagger, hand held to his head as the world spun and his stomach rolled.

“Oh shit.”

The voice cursed quietly, and then Alex felt warm hands against his biceps, steadying him until everything slowly came back into focus. There was a boy standing in front of him, black cracked helmet perched on his head, soft brown eyes staring at him with a tinge of concern and remorse. When it was clear Alex was steady once more, he released his grip and offered an easy-going smile.

“You’re right, man, I totally pancaked you. My bad, are you okay?”

There was a weird feeling in Alex’s gut. Not the kind of sickening wave of nausea he had experienced when he first stood, but more of a fluttery feeling. His brain had quieted somewhat, and he forced himself to take a deep breath.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just look where you’re going next time.”

His voice came out soft and almost breathy, not at all the warning tone he had meant to use, and Alex could feel his cheeks warming slightly in embarrassment. The other boy’s smile grew. He reached up and unclipped his helmet, lifting it off and then tossing his head back as a cascade of long brown hair tumbled out. A few stray pieces fell to rest alongside his face and Alex felt his mouth fall open slightly. His stomach swooped and then dropped completely, like he had just plummeted from a rollercoaster and his mind went blissfully blank. Everything narrowed down to the absolutely beautiful boy standing in front of him, face awash in golden morning light, cheeks flushed from his exertions, dimples and white teeth on full display as he grinned yet again. Alex wasn’t sure he had ever met someone so blindingly attractive in his entire life, and then the boy winked, winked!, and lifted a hand out towards him.

“I’m Willie.”

It was the best name Alex had ever heard of. When their palms met, a spark shot up his arm and straight to his heart.

“Alex.”

Thank God he remembered how to talk, because he truly hadn’t known what to expect when he opened his mouth. Willie released his grip and Alex left his hand suspended for just a second before he pulled it back and shoved it into the pocket of his jean jacket.

“Nice to meet you, Alex. Listen, I really am sorry about knocking you over. Any chance I can make it up to you?”

It took Alex an uncomfortably long amount of time to process what Willie was asking. Long enough for him to panic and wonder if it was like a date or if it was like a pity thing or oh God what if Willie wasn’t even into guys and Alex was about to make this whole thing super weird and –

A chirping sound came from Willie’s pocket. His eyes flitted away from Alex’s to pull a phone out and check the screen. Alex felt a strange twist in his heart as he watched Willie’s easy smile fall only to be replaced by an annoyed grimace and eyeroll as he silenced the phone. Without skipping a beat, he thrust it back into his pocket and pulled out a sharpie instead. Alex barely had time to register how much he liked the way Willie’s hand felt on his forearm before the other boy was suddenly bent over it and there was a cool sensation sending goosebumps up his arm as the tip of the marker scratched across his skin. When Willie pulled back, that brilliant smile was back in place and his eyebrows were dancing so merrily Alex wanted nothing more than to watch them forever.

“I gotta go, but that’s my number. Text me sometime.”

And then, before Alex could work up the nerve to say anything, Willie was tossing his skateboard to the ground only to chase after it with a few bouncy steps before jumping onto the deck and quickly making his way down the boardwalk, away from Alex. He watched for longer than it was probably acceptable until Willie was nothing more than a speck in the distance. Only then did he look down to see the numbers sketched onto his forearm in orange ink.

(213) 555-3276 Willie<3

It was the heart that did him in. That heart had to mean something, right? It was intentional. Willie had written his name with a heart. Alex wasn’t making that up, it was inked onto his own arm! He studied it as he sat on the beach, mind silently replaying every single second of his short interaction with Willie over and over again while different groups of people came and went around him. There had to be a reason for the heart. Alex fiddled with the braided rainbow bracelet on his wrist, the motion familiar and soothing. Had Willie noticed it when he grabbed Alex’s arm to write his number on? Was the heart some kind of sign?

Alex let out a groan and fell back against the sand, the texture scratchy against the back of his head where a slight throbbing still persisted. Another silent reminder of his morning encounter. He wished he had thought to say something when Willie had asked him about making it up to him. Wished he hadn’t panicked or let his stupid brain go into overdrive worrying about what might happen for so long that nothing ended up happening. If he could go back, he would have told Willie, yeah, he could make it up to him. Maybe take him out to coffee or dinner and a movie or ya know, just any kind of date in general? But Alex wasn’t that smooth, and he wasn’t quite that confident yet. And now all he had was a number in orange ink and a name with a heart and absolutely no answers to the millions of questions crowding his brain.

He let out a deep sigh and sat up again, before finally climbing to his feet. It wouldn’t do to sit and worry, even if that was kind of his specialty. Luke had a girlfriend now. And Julie was incredible, and Luke was a disaster, so obviously the guy had to have some kind of game. Alex couldn’t quite believe it, but maybe he could give him an idea of what to do in this situation. Alex turned his feet towards the apartment the boys had been sharing since Luke turned 18 and left his parents’ house for good and started the long walk back to their shared home.

Luckily, both Luke and Reggie were home, which meant Alex had two sounding boards for his word vomit as he paced in front of where they were sat on the couch. Reggie was kind of like a puppy in the sense that all he had to do was exist and people flocked to him, so he also had more experience than Alex did when it came to figuring out someone’s true intentions after a first meeting. By the time he had finished giving the boys the run down, he was feeling like they might be able to put their collective braincell to use and figure out exactly what the best course of action would be here.

“Yeah, man, I got nothing.”

Alex groaned and Luke held up his hands defensively.

“Look, dude, just cause I’m dating Julie doesn’t mean I know how I pulled it off! I’m just hoping my luck holds out until I can convince her to marry me, okay?”

Reggie was nodding thoughtfully, so Alex held out hope that maybe he would have some words of wisdom.

“I mean, he sounds like he wanted to at least like...talk to you some more, right? Otherwise, he wouldn’t have given you his number. And the heart is promising!”

Alex let it soak in for a second. An idea struck him out of nowhere.

“What if I just text him and tell him he can make it up to me by going on a date?”

“Bold moves, dude. I like it”

Of course, Luke liked it. It was a very Luke-inspired move. But Alex didn’t quite have the same guts as Luke. He didn’t think he could really pull it off.

“Ugh, no. My anxiety would skyrocket the second I sent the text. I just wanna know what the heart means!”

“Why don’t you ask him that then?”

Alex didn’t like how Reggie was the voice of reason here. That was supposed to be his job.

“Because if I ask him that he’ll know I’ve been thinking about it all day.”

“You have been thinking about it all day.”

Alex finally reached his physical limit and stopped his pacing to fling his body onto the couch between Luke and Reggie, both boys catching different limbs and silently shifting to accompany his sudden presence.

“I don’t want him to know I’ve been thinking about it all day! That’s pathetic. Ugh, why didn’t I just say something in the moment!”

Reggie’s fingers were gentle against Alex’s scalp as he carded a hand through his hair reassuringly.

“It’s okay, Lex. You’ll think of something to say when the time is right. Release your worries to the wind and all that other junk, ya know? Just breathe.”

So, Alex breathed and tried to surrender his obsession into the ether. Reggie had been on a bit of a self-help kick lately, but honestly, it did help Alex more often than not, so he resolved to try and follow his best friend’s advice, even as his anxiety raged against the idea.

Turns out, the right time was exactly 11:43 pm when Alex suddenly awoke from a dead sleep where his dreams had been invaded by none other than Willie himself. He looked down at the number, the hastily scribbled name, and the accompanying heart bright against his pale skin even in the darkness of night and typed the message into his phone before he could think twice about it.

To: Willie<3 Considering you pancaked me, I think it’s only fair you make it up to me with a pancake breakfast. 9 am at Sandy’s Diner?

The responding message was almost instantaneous.

You’ve got yourself a date. Catch ya in the morning, pancake ;)

And for the second time that day, Willie wiped Alex’s mind completely blank, the word date playing on repeat until he fell asleep with his lips still curved into a smile, visions of a certain long-haired pretty boy dancing through his head.

[reynie-muldoons]

'The Art of Conveyance and Round-Trippery' Liveblog!

Sorry this is a few days late!! I moved across the country this weekend, we drove like 13 hours within 2 days and we did a lot of heavy lifting. I'm exhausted, but the boxes are slowly emptying and I've been wanting to watch this episode so gd bad, so LESGO

Over halfway through the season!!!! That's absolutely surreal

1:11 oooh they're getting their royal fitting

1:22 LMAOO WTF 😂😂 Princess Diaries vibes

1:42 ✨CONFIDENCE✨

1:52 Alfonse is a perfect name for that guy HAHA

2:05 Nathaniel, my guy, you've made some points

2:11 "do you feel your power?" POWER RANGERS, GO

2:24 no no hesitation just prolly thinkin bout how he was caught cheatin

2:39 "can you not allow yourselves luxury?" okay fr I feel that I get Nice Things Guilt(tm) too easily

2:52 dayummmm let's talk about Sticky being a hat stall between Hufflepuff and Gryffindor, mans is brave as fuck under extreme pressure and loyal to the point of putting himself on the line

3:15 bro Sticky getting some recognition. Love to see it, he deserves it

3:19 "is that a coincidence? Or written in the stars?" IS DR. CURTAIN CATCHING ON THAT THEY KNEW EACH OTHER BEFORE OR LIKEEEE

3:49 WHAT WORD AROUND CAMPUS 😭😭😭 MY BOYS ARE NOT A MISTAKE HOW DARE YOU

4:09 why doess the action of Dr. Curtain putting the sash on them seem so nefarious

4:36 I dont really understand the whole pastel yellow, blue, and pink palette of the school but the boys both look pretty okay in their vest-sash getup

4:42 THE OPENINGGGGG. This shit slaps.

5:41 Kate and Constance look so fucking cute in that shot, dont ask me why but hnnggggg

5:54 sash rope 😂😭 kate, honey, that's a reach

6:09 it might feel buttery, but, my guy, it also looks buttery. It's literally the color of butter. Get yourself some crisco

6:24 I find it kinda interesting that they made up new riddles for the show, I'm almost positive that that one wasn't in the book. Correct me if I'm wrong though

7:03 "I'm not gonna apologize for knowing things" the sass. the ✨confidence✨. living for it

7:03 If they build on that it sets Sticky up really nicely for the arc in the second book where he starts to show off a little

7:15 tiny Constance who is constantly dressed in pink with cute little braids is the perfect medium for the most morbid comments 😂😂

7:55 Martina's hot in her uniform. Can't prove me wrong.

8:15 why does that make me sad 🥺 eat with your friendssss. iirc they only talked about eating at the Messenger table in the books

8:26 dipshits forgot their lunches. Seems Constance is holding the communal braincell atm

8:50 anyone have Guiness on speed dial? Reynie and Sticky have a submission for them

9:25 oh hello this was alluded to in the preview!!! Morse code is compromised, rip

10:05 so are Jackson and Jillson stuck with night guard duty all the time?? They've been outside at night a lot

10:18 ahhhhhh the little blinkie light, stopppp

10:25 MILLIGANNNNN!!!

10:25 so is this the point where he starts staying on the island with them????

10:39 so are they just like "fuck it we'll do it right before sundown" ???? Like Jackson and Jillson are still gonna be on the lookout, they aren't gonna chill just because it's not fully dark

10:50 did the kids.....just not tell them that Mr. Bloom was on the island 😂 nice oversight guys

11:05 MADGE TIME MADGE TIME

11:05 remind me to tell you guys a story about Madge, I may or may not have done something irl a few years ago that would make y'all proud 😂😂😂

11:16 idk why but it makes me so happy that they kept Madge as a peregrine falcon

11:37 Rhonda, my love, you have my heart in your hands

11:46 roll credits

12:05 THE HEAD SHAKE HAHAHAH

12:06 Awww man, I was so excited for Milligan to be on the island .-. He must have been scoping out the inlet

12:07 "they're quite regal" A. I read the subtitles as "legal" the first time and that's somehow really in character for him, and B. IS MILLIGAN GOING TO NAME HER???!? HER MAJESTY???? PLEASE I WOULD LOVE THAT SO MUCH

12:15 his grimace KILLS ME

12:17 the hard cut from Nicholas in a brown setting and brown suit to Nathaniel in a blue setting and blue suit was lowkey striking

12:36 are they looking up Morse code 😳 can you imagine if they wrote down the message and are now decoding it

12:41 omfg all that for a HAT 🙃 I feel stupid

12:51 two things: 1. Those walls are atrocious, and 2. Yeah, talk about Morse code in a louder voice Connie girl, you're just in a public hallway

13:03 I'm sorry but those orange pillar things are not the vibe

13:03 the golden gate bridge called, they want their arches back

13:10 please let Kate climb the tower before the end of season 1. please.

13:22 y'all are about to be flying something else 😎

13:33 cleansing breaths

13:47 OH HELLO MESSENGER DUTY ALREADY??

14:06 what the heck is that teal pole for 😭😭

14:12 blindfold timeeee

I'm so sorry but I'm exhausted, it's 11:30 pm on Sunday night right now, I'll finish this episode tomorrow morning after I get some sleepies

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Good morningggg lesgetatit

14:50 "vomit of metal" ashhdjdjd

15:16 a wild Martina appears!

15:36 and if you folks look to your left, you'll see a wild Constance being the voice of reason once again

15:57 "lose the bucket" "I'm not gonna do that" HELL YEAH KATE

16:07 I get not having the bucket on the court lolol, I thought Martina was telling Kate to lose the bucket in general. Like, yeah, good luck convincing her to so that

16:35 show!Kate is much angrier than book!Kate and I'm still deciding how I feel about that. The Kate we've known from the books is a sunshine baby with looots of repressed trauma.

17:03 ......what is that. why is that.

17:11 WAIT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO BE REYNIE AHEHDJDJD

17:15 HI MADGE

17:41 the grand swell in the music makes me think it's going to go comically wrong

17:51 she's majestic because she's a queen 🥺

18:03 LMAO CALLED IT

18:14 Rhonda and Number Two getting at each other is such a sisterly thing to do 😂😂😂

18:37 ohhhhh? Someone's approaching? Miss Perumal perhaps????

18:45 YEAHHHHH BABY

18:50 PROTECTIVE MOM COMIN IN HOT!!!

19:22 THEYRE SO PRECIOUS 😭😭😭😭 I feel like I've been subconsciously starved for her and Mr. Benedict's interactions

19:36 died at that line in the one trailer

20:00 so Miss Perumal pulled a Sherlock Holmes. Love that for her

20:20 Cheri Tupintown??? Of all the aliases they could pick, Cheri Tupintown???

20:33 "Power in Truth Inc" that HAS to be something Rhonda came up with

21:01 you can literally watch Mr. Benedict realize that this is a woman not to be fucked with and he is CORRECT

21:23 "he's fine. Perfectly fine." At this, Mr. Benedict's pants caught aflame.

21:52 something about Constance sitting in on practice!!! It scratches an itch!!!!

22:19 "incorporate the helix. Live in the helix." Lord Helix is pleased with this offering.

22:26 so what I'm hearing is Kate is going to blow up on Constance for messing with the bucket

23:13 unrelated but Jillson'a shoes are cute

23:29 why does this room give off Johnny Depp's willy wonka vibes

24:13 that looks like a chair from a doctor's office waiting room 😭

25:29 they do be egg heads tho

26:02 baby girl, I have no idea why you're crying at weird art but let me dry your tears 🥺🥺

26:50 SHE FOUND ITTTT

27:27 okay Indiana Jones, go off

27:46 why did that kinda sound like Miss Perumal

28:43 the return of everyone's favorite, "enjoyable"

29:05 not that I'm not loving the ice breaker questions and the one-sided conversation, but I'm not loving it

29:22 oh so we're getting right into it aren't we

29:54 his eyes being open again makes this infinitely creepier

30:36 "where's your proof?" Miss Perumal doesnt fuck around!!!

31:29 you're telling me Constance has been there all day?? And Kate went to find her???? 🥺

31:58 oh so we're getting right to it then?? Kate addressing her independence and trust issues arc????

33:29 NEWS!!!!

33:49 CONSTANCE RIDING PIGGYBACK!!!!!!

34:04 okay, so they opened the murder hole, what are they gonna do now

34:59 Italian? 🤨 m'sir that is so fancy

34:59 fun story I learned Italian diction in college, so I know a little bit

35:16 "take your time" the whisperer says, immediately repeating the prompt to get the answer sooner

35:31 theeeeere it is

35:46 SOMETHING ABOUT THE WHISPERER SAYING "YOU ARE HOME" 😭😭😭 the show really played up the cult shit!!

36:02 Kate being protective of Constance 🥺

36:20 ohhh shit is it time for Connie girl to have double Reynie? Double Sticky?

36:36 STICKY

36:52 "what kind of nonsense?" HAVE THEY NOT ASKED THAT BEFORE THIS?????

37:14 "and your tiny brain can somehow pick it up!!" KATE STOP 😂😂😂

37:16 "I knew you had to be special in some way." WE DONT HAVE TIME TO UNPACK ALL OF THAT

37:51 she's right, this is disregard for their safety. The show made Mr. Benedict and his team a lot more back-alley and dishonest, and Miss Perumal has every reason to be pissed

38:30 oh good they finally remembered he has narcolepsy

39:38 and the best mom award goes to:

40:38 I was gonna say that this hallway is how I imagined the KEEP in riddle of ages but then I remembered that (spoilers) the Institute is the KEEP

40:46 oh, hello propoganda

41:10 that's the other person Rhonda couldn't contact, along with Mr. Bloom. This has to be the brainsweeping process

41:22 yeppppp

41:44 this dark doctor's office theme gives me horror movie vibes

42:22 ohhhh, so that's how they replaced that scene where the four of them jump in a crate to hide and Sticky drops his glasses in the open

42:47 and so we've come to the part of the story where Sticky and Reynie become infinitely more conflicted

42:47 and since we've reached that point..... can we have the white knight scene? Pretty please? Please Disney I'm begging you-

43:12 so Reynie just figured that out without Constance? :/

44:03 love the manipulation

44:31 I'm sorry, the farm?

44:35 farm and forest????

45:16 "the Emergency has served its purpose" 😳 well okay then murder man

45:39 "one thought, one purpose" the hive mind rises once more

45:48 LOVE THE MANIPULATION

46:07 "what have you done to earn anyone's trust?" VALID

46:26 "please do!" WHY AM I EMOTIONAL

47:06 "we still have the falcon" that you do 😂

47:19 AYYY HERE WE GO!!! Time for Milligan to stay on the island??

47:49 ohhhh Constance, casual telepath strikes again

48:16 "stop it, Kate!" OOOOHHHHH

48:53 that line ("it would be nice to be unburdened") would be funny as shit if not for the fact that Constance is a telepath unbeknownst to herself and can both subconsciously perceive people's thoughts and hear the subliminal messages

49:20 HI MRS. PERUMAL!!!

49:25 wow, she's really going through with it 😳 not that I doubted her, but still, that's dedication

49:39 OH SHIT

50:17 oh, so he's an asshole to SQ too. Got it. Torches and pitchforks? Ready to kick his ass?

50:40 "for the moment, anyway" FUCKIN WHAT

This episode was really good!!! They covered a LOT. I hope Miss Perumal comes back to the group and talks about her findings, I hope Milligan goes to get the kids and they tell him no, and I hope they get that classic 4-person Society brainstorming and binding time that hits that sweet spot

[twstmischief]

Hi, me again. Could I get HC with Idia, Malleus, Azul, Rook, and Deuce receiving platonic kisses (cheek, forehead, or top of head) at random from a F. MC? Basically the MC is really affectionate with people she considers close to her (best friends) and usually always leaves a conversation with a 'love you'.

Oh to be kissed on the head by any of the main twst guys would make me so happy 😔😳

~ After you and Deuce were done studying for the Alchemy test you had the next day you stood up and gave him a kiss on the forehead and said the words “I love you” to him before leaving his room.

~ Wait. What just happened. What just happened? Deuce’s half of a braincell could not register it for a good few minutes.

~ Oh boy but when it did. The poor boy’s face was completely red, he shoved his face into a pillow and practically screamed. I mean this was probably the first “confession” he’s ever gotten.

~ The next day before you went into the classroom, Deuce had came up to you and asked what you meant by “I love you.” You gave him a grin and said. “It’s because your my best friend.” Before walking into the classroom.

~ OH... Oh...oh... That made so much sense. But it also hurt. It was in platonic sense... oh god, he felt so so stupid for thinking of it in any other way.

~ When you were telling Azul about somethings that happened during the day, he was paying attention just also, getting some contracts in order, and before you left you kissed him on the cheek and told him. “Thanks for listening! I love you!”

~ After you kissed him is when he froze, and then you told him you “loved” him is when his heart and brain stopped.

~ Wait. What did you just say?! Sure, you were adorable in every way, shape, and form... but to love someone like him?! He literally tried to take over your dorm! Wait. Didn’t you say the exact words “I think your pretty great without having to steal from others.” Oh my god! That should’ve been the first sign! His face and ears were practically all red by now.

~ The next time to came to Mostro Lounge Azul immediately drags you back to the VIP room to talk with you. You see that his face is red, and it confused you quite a bit. He then asked what you meant. You told him you were like a close friend and/or brother to you.

~ Ah, that made sense. Right? Yeah, right... platonic love. Nothing more. Nothing less. After all you were just dragged into this world and probably have a lover back home... right...

~ Rook was helping you study for the Arts class in the library. Once you were finished you thanked him and gave him a kiss on the cheek and told him the words “I love you!” then you left.

~ Okay. He was quite confused. Actually, scratch that. VERY confused. Sure, he jokingly called you cute, (well you are very cute) patted you on the head every once in while, and gave you the nickname Trickster. Wait did you take that in a romantic sense?

~ Oh god did his face light up in quite the shade of red. He felt guilty for teasing you in such a way that you thought he loved you!

~ The next day when you came to see Rook he felt a bit embarrassed seeing your happy face. When he asked you what you meant by the term “love” you told him like an older brother or a best friend. That’s when his heart and brain completely stopped. Oh. Wow.

~ Well weren’t you quite the Trickster.

~ Okay so Idia will be so confused and conflicted. After being told “I love you” right before you left his room and to top it all off you kissed his cheek!

~ Oh gods just thinking about it again just makes the poor guy blush bright red. Right now he’s hiding in his jacket trying to calm himself down and to get his thoughts in order.

~ The next time you came into his room he asked you about what you meant when you told him you loved him.

~ You raised your eyebrow in confusion. Wasn’t it obvious? Idia was your best friend! When you tell him that his brain took a second to register what you just told him.

~ Oh! Platonically! You love him platonically! Of course! That made much more sense than what he was thinking. Yeah... of course...

~ You and Malleus were having tea in Diasomnia. It was just the two of you since Silver was sleeping somewhere, Sebek was at the horseback riding club and Lilia was off doing god knows what. So it was nice spending time alone with Malleus. Once you realized it was time to go, because Grim would be angry if you didn’t come back to Ramshackle without a can of tuna you thanked Malleus with a kiss on the cheek and said “I love you!” Before leaving.

~ Malleus just froze, but his heart was beating quick. He was confused. He knew what the term love meant, but he never thought he’d hear it from a Child of Man. Specifically you!

~ The Diasomnia Dorm Leader’s pale face turned bright red. He could’ve never expected this. Yes, he thought you were quite cute the moment he saw you at Ramshackle and yes he has mentioned that he was scared to lose someone like you... but! What?!

~ When you came back the next day to hang out with Malleus, and whoever else was there. Malleus said he loved you too. And oh the poor boy from what he was about to hear.

~ The way you smiled when you told him you’re glad he also thought of you as a best friend made his heart stop. Oh right... Malleus completely forgot platonic love exists too...

I know some of this is repetitive but rn my brain is going buh dum tst

[dapandapod]

Flowers and bad ideas

Prompt by the one and only @dont-tempt-me-frodo when words ran dry and ideas ran away. Thank you for letting me borrow the braincell! Many words were worded and I hope it is readable and did your idea justice! 

On Ao3 here! 

The skies are clear and blue above them. Lazy white clouds drift over them, the summer heat making any attempt at movement slow and drowsy. Despite this, Geralt has decided they need to be on their way. Despite this, Geralt has donned his leather and his armor. Despite this he keeps a brisk pace on the dirt road, every now and then reminding Roach to keep going with a nudge of his heels.

Walking next to and slightly behind them walks a bard, completely bored out of his mind and in so much misery because of the gods damned heat. It’s the kind of heat that gives the air above the road a floaty quality. Don’t ask Jaskier for better words to describe it right now please, his brain is boiling inside his skull. 

In a desperate attempt to distract himself from the slow cooking of his most prized body part (wait, scratch that, second most prized body part!)  he looks around. Maybe there are some greens he can use to decorate his brain when it is ready to be served. A wild pepper mayhaps? A handful of berries? A decorative flower might suit? Jaskier fans himself with his hands, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. It makes no difference whatsoever, no respite to be found. His tunic sticks to his back under all the layers of what is deemed proper, summer or no. Jaskier will never understand what keeps Geralt going, and how he is still alive clad in all that leather.

Not that he complains, mind you, that behind wrapped in leather like a gift is a sight to behold no matter the weather conditions, but he would never be able to walk around like that himself.

The road leads them from between the rolling hills and up on a small height. Roach doesn’t stop, the soft sound of her hooves hitting the gravel making a steady rhythm to organize his thoughts around. But finally something distracts Jaskier and his boiling brain.

On the soft slope of the hill they are standing on a wide field stretches out. The high grass is speckled with colours, like tiny stars growing out of the ground. It is beautiful.

Jaskier has to stop and just take it all in. To just take a moment, take a breath and take it in. He might stand there a bit too long, because the rhythm of hooves stops and Geralt turns to look at him. Jaskier snaps himself out of it, and he means to catch up with them, he really does. But his eyes keep straying to the field of flowers and he finds himself drawn to it.

So Jaskier gives in. He knows it’s a bad idea, his nose always starts dripping and his eyes get swollen and itchy. But Jaskier loves bad ideas. That’s how all his masterpieces are written after all. So he puts his lute down carefully on the road, pushes his sweaty hair from his face and throws himself into the field with a squeal.

He runs straight out into it, down the slope with his arms outstretched. The grass reaches up to his knees and tangles with his legs and he goes down, falling into it willingly. “Jaskier!” comes from behind him and he can hear Geralt dismount. Jaskier pays the witcher no mind, propping himself up on his elbows like a kid and bends the nearest flower to his nose. If he is going to spend the rest of the day sniffling he might as well make it worth it. The smell is sweet and he can feel a smile stretch across his lips. “Jaskier!” Geralt calls out again, hurrying up behind him and pulling him up to a sitting position. As predicted, Jaskiers eyes are already itching and his nose is starting to do its thing. 

Still smiling, still with Geralt's hands on his shoulders, Jaskier looks at this wonderful man, kneeling with him in a field of growing stars. It’s a very nice feeling.

“Yes, my dear witcher?” He says, not understanding at all why Geralt looks so worried.

“Are you alright? Are you hurt?” Geralt asks, frowning slightly at Jaskiers loopy expression. 

“It is very warm, but yes.” Geralt's eyes widen in alarm when Jaskier turns his head and sneezes loudly. “And these flowers are trying to kill me, but other than that I am perfectly fine.”

Jaskier regrets his choice of words immediately as Geralt janks him up and drags him over to Roach.

“I knew it.” Geralt mumbles as he starts digging in his saddle bags. “I knew something was wrong.” “What? No? Nothing is wrong, I should just not have smelled those flowers is all.” This doesn’t help at all and Geralt searches even more frantically in the bags.

“Poisonous. They are poisonous, nobody just falls down from running in the grass. Fuck where are they?!”

“They were poisonous?! Meliteles tits Geralt, why didn’t you stop me?! Am I going to die?!” The heat is suddenly overbearing, his sniffles and sweating worrying, heart racing towards his doom. “I don’t know Jaskier but your eyes are swelling up and you are sweating and that is not normal.” Geralt says through gritted teeth and wait, hang on. It finally clicks for Jaskier.

“Oh Geralt.” He chuckles, a hand on the witchers arm to turn him. “Im fine!” He says again, trying to smile comfortingly. But his eyes itch so much so he reaches up a hand to rub it, and his nose refuses to stay dry. Geralt just gives him an incredulous look. “It’s true, it’s just the allergies.” As if to prove his point, another sneeze forces his way out and his eyes tears up from the force of it. “See? Not dying.” He says, voice strained as he wipes away snot and tears and sweat. Geralt is entirely unconvinced.

“I promise you, I am not dying. Not from this anyway. And you can’t tell me sweating is not normal when it feels like we are walking on the inside of a fire elemental's arse crack. But prettier.” Seriously, how is Geralt stil standing up in this heat with leather and armor? His brain must be boiled into mush too, because Geralt reaches up and places his hand on Jaskiers cheek. His thumb traces the thin skin under Jaskiers itching eyes and there, Jaskiers brain checked out entirely. “Promise?” Geralt says, and it is completely unfair. Jaskier would promise anything if those callused fingers touched his skin.  

“Yes. It’s only allergies.” He assures him again, but he is not so sure anymore. He is definitely feeling a little faint. But to prove it, he takes Geralt's other hand and places it over his speeding heart, as if that would clear things up. The boiled brain has checked out and thus the reasoning is somewhat flawed. Geralt's fingers splay over his heart, Jaskiers hand circling around his wrist to keep him in place. The witcher's eyes are trained on his chest, a new rhythm taking the place of roaches hooves. An uneven, desperate and lovesick rhythm, but not a dying one. Not this time. Then their eyes meet again, and Jaskier pulls in a breath through his open mouth (his nose is too busy being allergic).

Then Geralt chuckles and all gods above Jaskier want to kiss him.

“You’re a mess” Geralt smirks and lets his hands fall to his sides. Jaskier has to stand there for a moment, once again taking it all in with all the limitations a boiled and absent brain brings. He is indeed a mess, inside and out. A third sneeze explode from him, snot flying, eyes reluctant to open again.

Geralt strolls back up the hill and picks up Jaskiers lute, putting it on his back after strapping his swords to the saddle. “Up.” Is all Geralt says and motions for Jaskier to climb up Roachs back. Jaskier is sceptical. That never went well before.

“Why?” he asks, eyes squinting and darting between the two. “I'm not dying?”

“So may be, but we will never get to the next town in time for the contract if you are insisting on falling into a field of flowers every few minutes.” And sure, Geralt has a point. He climbs up with some assistance and then takes out his handkerchief to wipe his nose.

“Still not dying.” He complains.

“I remain unconvinced.” Geralt smirks up at him and grabs Roachs reins and leads them onwards. They start making their way onwards, Jaskier only being allowed to sit there. No more bad decisions for Jaskier today, for surely the next thing he would do is fling himself into his witchers arms.

Which, hey, is not a bad idea at all!

[artificialqueens]

no, love don't come easy (branjie) - holtzmanns

Summary: “Move over.” Jose repeats it, insistent. As if the edge in his voice is a knife that can chip away at Brock’s heart into agreeing with him.

“Go back to sleep.” Brock wants to follow his own words. Wishes he could. He doesn’t want to deal with the way that Jose immediately makes his brain forget how to function, make rational decisions.

Based from a prompt from writ to write about bedsharing on the DXP tour bus.

AN: In which holtzmanns sees real life tour occurrences, happily ignores them, and writes fic instead. Thank you writ, sharer of my single braincell, for the prompt and for betaing.

“The hell?”

It’s still dark when Brock blinks the sleep from his eyes, squints to see who the fuck has roused him from his rest which had been so hard to come by in the first place. Despite his aching muscles and tendons from throwing himself into the splits and handstands on stage every night, he hasn’t been sleeping. Not well, at least.

It’s been especially difficult tonight, too. Twisting and turning in his bunk on the tour bus that feels just a little too small, too uncomfortable for his lanky frame. Like it was never meant to fit someone like him in the first place. Tonight he’s had to bring his knees in closer, duck his head to fit, to try to earn some semblance of sleep before yet another day of travel and a show. 

Not that it’s even mattered, considering that he’s awake. Again. 

“Move over.” The voice, gravelly and sleep laden as it is, isn’t hard to recognize. Neither are the hints of cologne that haven’t faded from the day, a scent that makes Brock think of soft smiles and late nights and stolen moments and…jealousy. And arguments, and hurtful words that neither of them have really attempted to take back since. 

It’s complicated.  

“What?” He’s feeling a bit slow on the uptake, his brain lagging in a way that he can’t tell if it’s from exhaustion or the proximity of the man in front of him. The two factors are intertwined most of the time.

“Move over.” Jose repeats it, insistent. As if the edge in his voice is a knife that can chip away at Brock’s heart into agreeing with him. 

“Go back to sleep.” Brock wants to follow his own words. Wishes he could. He doesn’t want to deal with the way that Jose immediately makes his brain forget how to function, make rational decisions.

“Wasn’t.”

“Wasn’t what?” 

“Sleeping.” Jose sounds as tired as Brock feels, like the exhaustion has seeped into his soul, staining it with a weariness that no time off will be able to strip away.

“Me neither now, thanks to you.” As if Brock hasn’t been tossing and turning all night, anyway. He’s not sure if he’ll be able to after this either. 

“Please?” Jose’s voice is pleading, softer. A voice that is so rare to Brock’s ears, one that he hasn’t heard in a long time. One which is better saved for usage between the sheets or when Jose is feeling so soft and loving that he can’t help but turn all delicate. 

Was feeling soft. Not is. Not anymore.

Doesn’t change the effect that Jose’s voice has on him, though. Something that Jose probably knows will undoubtedly work in his favour.

Hell. Even if he sends Jose away back to his bunk, he’s just going to be thinking of him. Ruminating. Hating it. 

He’s halfway to fucking up already. May as well complete the equation with the one variable that he can never solve for on his own. 

“Fine.” Brock shifts over then and nearly loses his balance when the bus hits a pothole. He pushes himself up close to the wall, pats the space he’s just made on the mattress. “Can you even fit?”

“Why you always underestimating me?” Jose’s climbing in before he’s even finished his retort, shuffling until he’s pressed his back against Brock’s chest. He grabs Brock’s hand, pulls it around his waist, boxes himself in.

Awful presumptuous. Not that Brock makes any effort to pull away. 

Because it feels fucking nice. Feels right, feels familiar, feels reminiscent in a way that Brock hasn’t felt in ages. Because they never stick around after sex anymore, most of the time one of them awkwardly pulling clothes on and leaving as soon as possible before they have to talk about what the fuck they’re doing, God forbid. 

He hasn’t held Jose like this in a long time. He fits in his arms like a missing gear, enough to pull the pieces of his heart back together to start functioning properly again. He smells like anger and pain but also smells like home. Like softness. Like comfort. 

Brock can’t help but bury his face in Jose’s shoulder and his neck, feeling the warmth that radiates from his skin and wondering how the fuck he hasn’t been burnt already. His eyes scrunch tighter in tandem with the arms around Jose’s waist, making him shift in his arms, nuzzle in closer. 

He’s so fucked. They’re so fucked.

It makes him mad, almost, how easily he finds himself drifting off. He wants to fight it out of spite and try to stay up, because he does not need anyone else to complete him. To make him function like a person. He can do that by himself - always has. 

Except this feels so much better. He’s not clutching empty space, folding in on himself and attempting to be whole when all he feels is empty. No, now he feels present, feels the way that his breathing is syncing up with Jose’s and getting deeper and deeper and it’s just not fair.

It’s a lot harder to avoid thoughts about Jose’s smile and the way that his hands always fit so perfectly with Brock’s during times like this, when Brock’s enveloped his small frame in a grasp, one that is tighter than it should be. As if Brock is afraid to lose him. Because he’s not. 

The kiss that he places against Jose’s shoulder blade before succumbing to sleep is just an old habit that hasn’t died. One that feels too natural, too right. Not wrong enough to twist his gut in the way that it should. 

Jose’s gone from the bunk when Brock wakes up and opens his eyes. Brock can hear his voice reverberating from the back of the bus, loud and bickering with Morgan over what they should have for breakfast. 

Brock’s pillow still smells like him. 

They don’t talk about it. Jose continues to hit him with light barbs, ones that he laughs off but that leave scratches on his arms that come close to breaking the skin. Brock volleys them right back, because making Jose speechless with light teasing is his second favourite way of getting him to shut up.

During the show that night Jose is more touchy, more daring. Going for his hand. Wrapping an arm around his waist. Brock wants to ignore how perfectly Jose fits within the crook of his arm, because it’s not relevant to anything. 

Brock doesn’t flirt back with any guys at the club they go to after the show that night, nursing his cider at the bar. He’s too tired to try, must be it. He needs nights off sometimes. 

Jose does. Keeps shooting him glances every so often, as if daring him to do something. Try something. 

Brock doesn’t give in to his urge to pull Jose out of the club, yank his shorts low on his thighs in the side alleyway no matter how much Jose wants him to. It never feels right when it’s like this, not like how it used to feel between them. It’s not going to solve any problems, something he’s learned the hard way with them. 

He orders another drink instead.

But then when they get back to the bus Brock can’t help but grab at Jose’s waist before he walks past him to his own bunk, stopping him in his tracks before he can take another step. 

“What, bitch?” Jose looks annoyed. Unsatisfied. Brock, Captain Obvious, can’t help but think it has something to do with him.

“Come on.” He doesn’t know why he’s doing this, really. It’s stupid. Could turn into a habit, a dangerous habit that could send them down a rabbit hole that neither of them will be able to return from.

But last night was the best sleep that he’s had in weeks. Fucking weeks.

Jose rolls his eyes in faux bravado and coolness, but doesn’t argue. Lets Brooke pull him in close, pliant in his arms. Puts his hand on Brock’s forearm like it belongs there.

It becomes a pattern. One that the other girls begin to notice, when Jose doesn’t roll out of his usual bottom bunk closest to the kitchen but instead from Brock’s middle bunk near the front of the bus. Nina just sighs when Brock shrugs at her. She’s given up, Brock can’t blame her for it. He’s tired of himself and his decisions, too. 

But the days feel lighter, more manageable. He’s able to stay asleep for most of the night without tossing and turning now, with only a slight chance that it’s because of the person wrapped in his arms who feels like his own personal space heater, grounding him back to reality like a deep pressure. 

The bags under Jose’s eyes lessen, too. He’s still smiling away like he always does but the smiles reach his eyes now. He becomes bolder with Brock, grabbing his hand on stage and playing it up for the crowd but it doesn’t matter because Brock likes putting his arm around Jose, too. As much as he shouldn’t. 

Though Brock reasons that it’s okay sometimes to tell his subconscious to fuck off, when the tour is so short and ending in a week and a half and it’s not like this is forever, anyway. They’ll be heading to separate flights soon enough, taking them to different cities where the thorns in his heart will tug whenever Jose pops up on his Instagram. But that’s a problem for future Brock. Not him right now. 

Brock doesn’t need anyone else. But, perhaps, having Jose in his arms right now, in this moment, breathing in his cologne and pressing kisses to his back is okay. 

More than okay. 

For now. 

[many-gay-magpies]

mags mags i am abt to scream and i figured i’d tell you bc why not I JUST DYED MY HAIR RED LIKE FUCKING R E D AND IM LOSING MY MIND. i love it but also sO much of my hair fell out during the process which is a MASSIVE YIKES and i will be monitoring/caring for it

anyways i also have to add traveling the world and writing some books to my vampire list. i actually thought about it and . is it weird that if i were immortal and stuff i would just want to buy a maple tree/maple syrup farm up in vermont and live peacefully there? just tend a nice flower garden and see to the syrup production there and be calm? idk i think that would be a lovely way to pass an eternity

i can see that Exact scenario with jaan and heli KDNSJDBDV JUST JAAN VIBRATING IN DISTRESS

levanter does absolutely HIT i will admit, but as a girl who never left her emo phase and also adores noise music i cannot say it’s my personal favorite. i love the louder, more hard-hitting stuff- like thunderous really scratched my brain itch. ofc not everyone’s gonna like that 😅😅 but i’m vibing with skz’s new stuff a lot

uhhh idk what else to say hope u have a nice day and minho loves u too

- vrvr anon

OH NO-- but also oh YES hgsjfhfj i bet it looks great!! i love red hsjffjfbg, take care of it well!! (i cld lowkey never dye my hair hsjdhjfbf im way to attached to how it is now and id be scared of ruining my scalp-- but dyed hair is so cool tho id probably do it in like. an alternate universe where i had bad hair lol)

ahhh the vampire list!! yeah theres literally so much that could go on there. and no yeah that totally makes sense like... in THEORY id want to travel the world but in reality (presuming theres ever a "reality" where i become an immortal in the first place) . id probably just start a savings account or something, fuck off and sleep for a few centuries, then wake up to a bunch of accumulated savings with which i would buy a nice lil plot of land, maybe start my own farm (nothing giant, just a few chickens and maybe a horse) and chill there for the rest of my infinite life. i could have a little cottage! i could write books in the little cottage! i could go sit by a lake and read! i could watch the sun rise! i could make friends with the local townspeople and become known as the mysterious but kind specter that lives in the farm up the hill and only comes into town every other month or so to check in, and also mysteriously has appeared to live on the farm for ages despite not visibly aging whatsoever!

NO JAAN AND HELI. im just thinking about jakah thrown into the scenario too, because he's another one with an actual sense of responsibility and braincells, but hes ALSO not nearly as anxious about it as jaan probably. so while jaan's busy freaking out hes like "man chill out, we're immortal anyway, we cant die until we get stabbed through the heart with a wooden stake. the worst that could happen is the helicopter crashes but WELL still be fine" and jaan just looks at him incredulously and goes. "fucking hell jakah being immortal doesnt mean crashing in an on-fire helicopter wont HURT."

i can admit as far as skz (and also kpop in general) goes that i am not the biggest noise music fan. like i dont hate it or anything and there are a lot of more noisy songs that i love, but its just not my Thing like it is some peoples' (and thats fine! peoples tastes are different! no hard feelings have been had). so a lot of skz's newer music doesnt appeal to me as much HDJFBFJJF (altho maniac was amazing like that shit slapped. no joke). i tend to like more vocal stuff, which is why levanter was It to me and also why i like vrvr's stuff so much-- even some of the "noisier" tracks have almost entirely vocal choruses and it just makes my vocal brain go brrr!!! so yeah :>

i hope u have a nice day/night as well!! and i hope your hair looks nice and stays (relatively at least) healthy :3