#however I'm literally spending all my money on the neck

[boing-o]

well it's going but I need more 20 grit

[puckinghischier]

Heard you were in the mood for some yapping, so here I am lol! That Luke hugging blurb was everything! My supervisor decided that they weren't ruining my life enough, and now ask me to do something and have me completely redo it when I'm finished because they cannot decide on an aesthetic they want. So my daydreams are currently in a "stay at home girlfriend" era lol (please don't judge). Should you decide to quit and give yourself a few months Luke would be the happiest person ever. He gets all day every day with his sweet girl, his favorite person, his bestest friend. He gets pumped at every home game knowing you're there supporting, gets lunches with you to dissect practice or what you've been reading. You try to argue that since he's taken over all the bills, he won't buy you any gifts. He lasts two weeks before caving and buying you something "just 'cause."

“luke!” you screech from the kitchen, causing your boyfriend to come running, socked feet sliding on the hardwood floor.

“what? is everything okay? what’s wrong?” he rushes out, frantic eyes scanning you for any sign of a crisis.

when they fall on the large, open box on the island you’re standing behind, he knows he’s been busted.

“care to explain?” you cock an eyebrow at him, gesturing to the cardboard box.

luke rubs the back of his neck with his hand, thinking about how to drop the news without you blowing up.

“well…it’s a bag,” he starts slowly, walking towards you.

scoffing, you roll your eyes. “yeah, i can see that it’s a bag. care to explain why there’s a two thousand dollar designer purse in our apartment right now??”

when luke saw the handbag online the other day, he knew it was something you’d love.

you always talk about how much you’d love to have a good, quality purse, and he couldn’t think of anything better quality than designer.

with you having finally agreed to his offer of taking some time away from work, he was on cloud nine always having you around. he loved seeing you in his jersey at every home game (and several road games, too), and he loves how you meet him at the rink most days so the two of you can catch up over lunch or brunch, after morning skates.

one of the things he didn’t love about you not working, however, is the fact you told him no gifts for the time being.

luke has never been someone to spend his money on himself. he allowed himself a few frivolous purchases when he signed his rookie contract, but he really only spends his money on things he needs.

for the first few months of your relationship, luke refrained from buying you anything too crazy. a twenty for coffee here, a fancy dinner there, but nothing like what he started buying you once you knew he wasn’t just throwing his wealth at you.

he started showering you with random pieces of jewelry and trips and shoes and literally anything else he saw that he wanted to buy for you.

you told him to stop, once, loving how thoughtful he was and how well he knew how to pick out a gift for you, but you didn’t want him blowing through all of his contract money on you.

at first, he listened. the gifts stopped and you basked in your victory. but then, the gifts changed from physical gifts to trips, concert tickets, experiences.

as long as luke was able to experience the ‘gifts’ with you, you didn’t care to reap the benefits, because you could convince yourself he wasn’t spending his money on you. you were just a tag along on plans he wanted to do himself.

“you did say you wanted a good bag to use, so i thought i’d surprise you,” luke shrugged, hoping if he doesn’t make it a big deal, you won’t think it is one.

“yeah, i was thinking something along the lines of a tote bag, maybe a leather backpack, not this,” you hold the bag up, refusing to take it out of its protective packaging.

“well, this is good quality. and it’ll last you a long time, so really it’s something you specifically talked about needing,” luke defends himself.

groaning, you start pacing in frustration. “luke, we agreed when i took time off that the money you were spending on me had to stop. you’re already funding my existence right now, so there’s no reason for you to spend any more money on me than is absolutely necessary.”

luke walks over towards you, stopping your pacing. “honeybee, calm down. i was just trying to be nice. you seemed a little down lately so i wanted to surprise you with a little pick me up.”

you take a deep breath, calming yourself down. you’re not trying to be a bitch, because you do like the bag, you just don’t want luke wasting money on you now that you’re not contributing to any of the bills.

“luke, a ‘little pick me up’ is a coffee, or some ice cream. not a handbag that costs more than what i used to make in a month,” you place your hands on luke’s forearms, his hands resting on your shoulders while he’s crouched down to be eye-level with you.

“well, in all fairness they were grossly underpaying you at your old job,” luke ignores the point of your statement, earning another roll of your eyes.

“luke,” you warn.

luke stands tall again, letting out a sigh of defeat.

“you’re right. i should have asked you first. i’m sorry,” he starts, looking up at the ceiling. “but i’m not sorry that i bought you something nice that you genuinely need, even if you think it was too expensive,” he finishes, looking back down into your eyes.

you let out your own defeated sigh. the bag is really nice. and you couldn’t have picked out a more gorgeous one if you tried.

“just…don’t go so swipe happy next time. if you want to do something nice for no reason again, candy will work just fine,” you step back from luke, grabbing the bag again, allowing yourself to actually unbox it this time.

“no promises,” luke winks at you, walking around the island so he can see the awe on your face as you inspect the bag, knowing the matching wallet is already set to be delivered later this week.

[samk1tty]

I'm not a bad girl but I, do bad things with you (Part 1 of 4)

Summary: Bjorn finds out what you do on the side for extra money. He plans to use this knowledge to his advantage.

contents: smut, cam girl reader, masturbation, not proofread, not accurate to alien universe

a/n: this is my first fic so ignore the bad writing (I suck at writing dialogue). Since I saw the movie in theaters i've thought about writing for Bjorn, but since i've always just been a reader for fics i've been hesitant to share anything with anyone else so this has been sitting in my drafts since early October. p.s. inspired by literally everyone who's already written for Bjorn/Spike

"Who's she then, you twat?" Bjorn scoffed, sitting in a group of other workers at lunch. "She's my girl. We've been messaging for a while now" smirking, the worker passes around his phone, one by one, the group of huddled workers taking bites of sandwiches or shoveling spoonfuls of food into their mouths, taking the phone and scrolling through the account for a few seconds. The phone lands in Bjorn's hands, and he looks through the content. "No way. She's jus' doing her job." There was a sense of familiarity with the pictures and videos. He'd thought maybe he'd used this girl's content to get himself off before, but he couldn't place the sense of recognition.

The phone, playing explicit sounds coming from the girl in the videos, gets handed back to its owner, though the conversation doesn't change, many shouting obscenities over each other about what they just saw. Soon after lunch is over and everyone gets back to their shift.

Bjorn is silent now, deep in thought. He can't get the girl out of his mind, though he has no idea what she looks like, as the girl's content never shows her face and only shows her from the neck down. However, upon seeing the moles and bits of hair that peeked down the girl's back in the videos, Bjorn felt a strange sense of closeness towards her. Despite only catching a brief glimpse of her, he had an inexplicable feeling that he knew everything about her, yet nothing at the same time. He memorized the account name, planning on visiting it later that night to investigate and pinpoint why she felt so familiar, of course, there was no other reason to go back to the account other than that.

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You walk to Kay's and Tyler's trailer later that night after work wearing the beat-up cargo pants handed down to you from Bjorn. Your belt is tight to keep the pants, which are two sizes too big for you, up. You sigh and adjust their hem, pulling it up to prevent the excess fabric from pooling around your ankles as you walk. 

You see Bjorn sitting at the entrance playing a video game with Navarro near him, fixing something like she always did. You greet them, saying hi loud enough for them to hear. Bjorn looks up for a second, then back down to his game. Navarro gives you a quick wave before you carefully step up the three steps to the trailer that are covered mainly by Bjorn. You pat his head softly, chuckling slightly when hearing the sound of him dying in the game and his slight cursing as he puts the device down. You plop down on the couch inside after greeting Kay, and then the rest of the group comes in to spend the rest of the night like you always did, as if it were routine now.

After a few hours, the laughter and conversation die as each friend vents about their rough day. The room is filled with understanding and camaraderie as everyone sips their drinks and passes around a lit cigarette. Soon after a second of silence, just when you thought there would be no arguing tonight, Bjorn brings up the pants you were wearing that belonged to him, saying they looked better on him, causing you both to disagree and leading to an argument that made your friends laugh due to the ridiculousness that the conversation has become as you all were in drunken states. 

Bjorn then shockingly says, "You gotta stop obsessing about my balls, man. It's unhealthy." You run an annoyed hand over your face in hearing his unimportant argument that had nothing to do with your last insult directed at him before spitting back, "Keep talking, and I'll chop 'em off." "Aw, you really want 'em for yourself, don't you? Hey, you want me to show you my balls or somethin'?"  Bjorn says pretentiously. You roll your eyes as a smile tugs at your lips. You down the rest of the liquid in your beer can before throwing it at him, the can bouncing off his head, making a bonk sound, leading everyone to laugh a bit more, everyone feeling hazy due to the smoke and drinks. "No one wants to see balls that tiny." Your friends can't help but laugh at the absurdity and humor of the situation while Bjorn wears a playful, sly grin in reaction to your words. "Oh, you're feeling brave, eh? Well, bring it on, princess." "Whatever, I should get home, it's getting late," you say after another dramatic roll of your eyes towards Bjorn. You bid farewell to your friends and headed home, ready to get online and continue working, although you had just finished working at the mines. Though it wasn't the type of work you desired, putting out content online to lonely men wasn't entirely unpleasant. You even found it somewhat arousing, imagining the countless individuals who had used your media in private moments. You speculate on the possibility of knowing these people personally if they could be people you know or interact with regularly.

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Later that night Bjorn rushes to his room once arriving at his trailer. He quickly goes to the account when he closes and locks his door. He plops down on his bed and lays back with a deep sigh, getting comfortable.  As he watched video after video, he lost his search for the familiarity of the girl and instead focused on his desires his hand went down, fiddling with the clasp of his belt and the zipper to his pants, and he eagerly pulled it off, leaving him bare. His hand went immediately down. He was already hard, his tip red and wet with precum. He skimmed several videos, each one of her doing heinous things to her own body. Thighs smothered with her juices. He throws his head back, his right hand pumping himself desperately, vividly imagining it was the girl whose touch he felt. Then suddenly he saw a notification drop down on the screen. A colorful circle surrounding your profile picture signifying you were live at that very moment, immediately he joined.

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You were for the most part, a shy girl so this type of work was something not even you yourself could believe doing, yet here you were... laid out on your freshly washed and changed sheets, just as you pressed live on your website. The maid costume you wore tonight consisting of a black dress that cut at your mid thighs, with frilled edges and a white bib-shaped front. The sheer black stockings accentuating your legs. As people joined your live all commenting different things they wanted you to perform on yourself, you open your legs to your laptop that sat at the end of your bed, showing the panties you wore. You teases the audience for a long while, hearing all the alerts coming for the laptop you suck in a breath and seductively pull off the moist material. Your own two fingers dip into your pussy, squeals of delight coming out of you. Turned on by your own movements and knowing that hundreds of people were watching you making you wetter.

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Bjorn listens and watches immensely, beads of sweat formed all over his body. He closed his eyes thinking of what he'd do to the faceless girl had she been in the room with him. How he'd grind his bulge onto her, desperate for stimulation. How her hand would slip down his chest to palm him through his boxers, pulling the hem down just enough for his cock to spring out. He'd imagine her looking up at him with her innocently lustful eyes as she crawls down, then as she hollows out her cheeks and takes his cock into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down. Her eyes water as it hits the back of her throat. He grunts at the squelching sounds coming from the phone in his hands. His hands would tangle in her hair to continuously fuck in and out at his pace, pushing her head down and holding it in that position as he groans and shoots his cum deep in her throat. The praises he'd whisper, like how good she did for him. Just then, he is taken back to his reality where it is just him alone, his hips jolting up, needing more than just his hand. He tries to stifle his pretty noises, being mindful of the other person in the trailer. His fluids spray out. Bjorn, pants , coming down from his high, laying limp, waiting for his breath to steady. He brings his phone back up and he sees something familiar behind the girl. On her bed, resting against the pillows, was a stuffed animal that he instantly recognized. He recognised it because he remembered gifting it to his childhood friend. Remembering the scene that unraveled years ago, you, a bratty young girl with messy hair basically crying to Bjorn who was three years older than you saying you wanted the what he thought was an ugly stuffed animal. You whined until he finally gave in out of annoyance. He took the remaining money he had and used it on you. He came out of the store and shoved it in your hands upset at the scene you created out of yourself as you hugged the animal to your chest happily. He immediately sat up his hand on his lap as he thought. He quickly scrolls through more content trying to find something to hopefully prove that this wasn't his friend. Surely this couldn't have been you. But glimpses of familiar clothing and jewelry makes him more and more doubtful. It must be a coincidence he was sure of it. In fact, he was so sure it was a coincidence he decided to go to your place and speak with you in person.

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[bemywingman]

heyyyy so in response to your post about an olympics icemav au... i'm having crazy brainworms about an idea & i need to tell someone before i explode. Steve Nedoroscik on the u.s. men's gymnastics team gives me the same vibes as Bob, so i'm imagining an olympics au wherein IceMav run the men's gymnastics program as coaches, and the daggers are on the teams. Ice & Mav back in the day dominated in gymnastics & so really just competed against each other each time. now they are bickering husbands helping run a killer program (& have their pommelhorse secret weapon Bob). Cyclone, Warlock, & Hondo coach with them, with Penny head doctor. Phoenix, Halo, & Amelia from the women's team pester the boys all the time. IceMav take Payback, Fanboy, Hangman, Rooster & Bob to the olympics & medal! so. yeah that's the idea. this isn't really a request, i just needed to tell someone & your asks are open 😭 but you can use any of this if you want

ok your mind is INSANE bc this picture is so vivid from just your one paragraph. like it all matches up so perfectly i’m so glad you put this idea into the world 🤭🙂‍↕️

i don’t want to take over your idea, but here are a few hc’s that i picture for this scenario bc as soon as i read this my brain went oh wow:

icemav’s background:

- ice is the eldest son of immigrants from the ussr, and his father pushes him everyday to be the best gymnast he can be. he trains daily, only enters the best training gyms, and works under some of the best coaches money can afford.

- ice is 17 when the 1976 olympics roll around, and everyone expects he’s going to dominate on the international stage. what they don’t expect, however, is for tom to announce at family dinner that he’s chosen to represent the united states at the games rather than his parent’s beloved ussr.

- after the shockwave announcement, ice’s dad doesn’t speak to him for weeks, and he spends countless nights second guessing his decision. sure, he understands why his parents are upset, but they literally immigrated to this country so he could be american. this is his home, it’s the place that’s made him, and he wouldn’t want to compete for any other country.

- it’s not until after the games, when he has 3 gold medals around his neck and a hand to hold tightly in his own, that he knows for certain he made the right choice.

- mav, in contrast, has a complete underdog story. it’s almost storybook: growing up without a father, scrapping his way in shitty gyms and abusive coaches, and coming out the other side as the best damn gymnast anyone west of the mississippi had ever seen. when he makes the 76 olympic team, he’s cocky and brash and is absolutely not ready for the unmovable force that is tom kazansky to enter his life.

- at first ice and mav don’t get along - ice is too focused on the competition and mav is too focused on trying to outperform ice. the tension grows for a few weeks after they both qualify for the team. it all changes when goose falls from the high bar in practice and breaks his wrist. with their best teammate out, the boys have to come together to do their best and keep up team morale.

- of course they both do amazing and walk away champions!!!! i’m imagining team gold, all-around ice gold and mav silver, ice high bar gold, and mav pommel horse gold. they start a new era for men’s gymnastics, absolutely dominating the competition and looking cool as fuck doing it. little boys sign up for gymnastics classes because they wanna be like maverick, and ice’s wheaties box takes up space on kitchen tables all around america.

the team now:

- ice doesn’t have any noticeable accent in his day-to-day life, but sometimes he starts to speak in russian when he’s nervous or pissed off. hence the murmured repetitions of xуй and Пиздец when hangman gets a little too sassy or bob clips his hand and falls off the horse.

- the daggers complain a lot about mav’s strict training routines and insanely high expectations, and one day mav can’t take anymore. without a word, he takes his whistle off, slips out of his shoes, and proceeds to perform an almost perfect pommel horse routine. the boys stand in awe as he swings around, his body in complete control despite it being 30+ years since he’s competed professionally. when it’s over the daggers start apologizing profusely, and ice just laughs and rolls his eyes at the absolute mad man he’s been in love with since he was 17.

- obviously there has to be some angst regarding bradley’s entry into the sport and the legacy he feels he carries on his shoulders. like yeah, he’s not a nepo baby, but he’s also not not a nepo baby. i mean, the two head coaches of the men’s olympic team are his godparents, for god sake. maybe mav tries to keep him out, thinking of goose’s lost dreams and all of their long term injuries. maybe he pushes him to do something else with his life, constantly saying things like maybe you could be a pilot or something, baby goose. of course, it doesn’t work. in the end, mav cries as bradley steps up on the olympic podium with the medal around his neck, thinking, not for the first time, how lucky he was to have met nick bradshaw all those years ago.

- penny being a social butterfly outside the gym but taking absolutely no shit as soon as she steps onto the floor. she has no problem asking the hard questions, and will not hesitate to defend an athlete with her life. she helps lead the movement to include mental health as part of the wellness checks for athletes, and doesn’t respond kindly to anyone who blows off her recommendations. everyone is slightly scared of her, but she’s only stern because she loves the athletes to death.

- amelia is known for always checking in on everyone and makes sure both the men’s and women’s teams are feeling their best physically and mentally bc of her mom’s occupation. she’s always willing to listen or offer up advice for those who need it. she’s definitely the little sister of the group and they’re all unbelievably protective of her and her huge heart.

- jake gives bob a lot of shit when they first meet because he doesn’t look anything like a gymnast. he’s got these huge glasses and he’s super lean and jake can’t help but tease him for it. it all changes when he finally sees bob on the horse, though, moving with more grace than he’s seen anyone move before. by the time the olympics roll around, jake is his biggest supporter, cheering so loudly from the side that even the people in the rafters can hear him.

i don’t really know anything about gymnastics, so don’t hate me if things are incorrect/inaccurate. thanks again for sharing this idea. hope y’all enjoyed and thanks for reading!!!

[lightofraye]

Food For Thought

Fear not, I am still working on the next review of Wales Comic Con. I'm wishing there were close-ups of the convention so I could have a better look of faces, but it may have to be what it is.

But that's not what this post is about.

AustinCon--SPNAustin/SPNAus/Whatever the acronym--is already starting and we've heard and seen some rather inappropriate commentary from Kim and Briana (dear gods, please, develop some class!), Matt Cohen... being peculiar... a group karaoke that largely consisted of the "extras" (as they're often called), and the BBQ with Jensen and Steve (aka Radio Company).

It's been a trip watching the photos and commentary by fans. Or stans. Or is it both?

Of course, I didn't forget Jared and his book event with Genevieve (well, her book event). They were cute together! I keep forgetting just how freaking tall he is until I saw that full length photo and just stared. I'm above average for a woman myself--5'9"--and something tells me he'd give me a crick in my neck just to talk to him.

Out of all of that, the one that disappointed me a bit was hearing the BBQ with Radio Company lasted only an hour. For more than $300, I'd expect it to last at least a couple of hours.

Not for the first time, I wonder about the financial problems that may or may not be plaguing the Ackles. There's a lot of things not adding up and the BBQ event was a "last minute" addition (like just a month ago). Unfortunately, it's all speculation and I have so many theories spinning through my mind. Pieces of a whole, missing key points that may never be answered.

However, as I've been musing, I recalled a conversation with a follower. A quick message, a comment. They mentioned a recent Meet and Greet with Jensen. Of course, with the Non-Disclosure Agreement, they couldn't go into details. But could, at least, give me a general gist:

"In a recent meet and greet, Jensen shared information that convinced me that he is home often. Little things, but also one main piece unrelated to kids or wife that proved he spends significant amount of time at home."

This may be true. The mansion has three floors plus a basement. It's certainly huge enough that he could quite literally have a whole wing to himself, an aspect of separation without the legalese involved. The blueprints of the mansion showed it was entirely possible.

But... it still niggled at me.

In discussing it with a few others, one person chimed in. "That basement is large enough to fit a bedroom, office, gym, and so much more!"

And it hit me.

They had the equipment of a gym back in Austin, when Jensen was trying to bulk up for Soldier Boy back then for Season 3 of The Boys. We saw the videos, the photos. I imagine they moved the equipment with them. So why did we see several photos of Jensen at an outside gym?

It's not for a trainer, though the exclusive gym he went to could've provided one. Or, with his money, he could hire a private one to attend to him at the mansion!

So why outside the mansion?

The answer is altogether too heartbreaking: he can't abide to be at home.

It's safer, and healthier, to be away.

Then I remembered a discussion I had with one of my... I'll call them 'industry experts'. Meet and Greets are where actors 'test' stories, see how they land and then use the 'successful' stories in later conventions. With the NDAs, fans wouldn't be able to say anything without risking a lawsuit, expensive ones at that.

It'd certainly explain the weird shifting of stories that don't always ring true or change too fast. Like when he was in Rome, Jensen said Danneel liked cooking Italian food. Later, in France, it was French food and French music. How many fans would listen to every single one of those conventions and match stories? Or even care that it changed too much, too fast, and with gaping holes that felt awkward?

Pieces of a whole. Generic stories, nothing specific. Not of Danneel asking him to try something new that tasted incredible. Or a burnt food accident that smoked out their kitchen. Or the kids enjoying one of the songs.

Get what I mean?

The pieces don't fit. He says one thing here, another thing there, and it doesn't match.

If he's still persistently trying to build the Family Man Image... if Gersh has someone monitoring keywords (GERSH! GERSH! GERSH! Does it work like Beetlejuice?), I'd advise them to tell Jensen to stop. It's not working. Maybe for a small section of a dying fandom (oh god, please don't kill me), but for the rest? We're not buying it.

And for his mental and emotional--and hell, physical!--health, I'd say he should try to go for the divorced dad image.

Lots of things stirring in my mind. Far too much.

This week was hard. Seeing the ongoing put down from people who don't understand the mindset of someone in the middle of abuse, the insults, the demeaning comments ("weak", "pussy", "not a man", and so forth) really got to me. Broke my heart.

Then there's the controversy surrounding the movie, "It Ends With Us", and the inaccuracy of the ending that had me headdesking repeatedly.

It seemed the theme of the week is Domestic Violence.

For survivors, who got away. For the victims, who are still trapped. For those who think it's normal, because they don't know any better (yes, this is a thing; if a person's baseline is well below what should be considered okay, what makes you think they'd know differently?).

It's emotionally draining. It's exhausting.

But every so often I get a message of support, of people who are grateful for me speaking out.

And then there's my son, who I am desperate to keep safe.

Breaking of cycles have to begin somewhere.

Let it start with me.

[thatonecherrypie]

Human LPS fair headcanons because my local state fair is next month and I'm excited

This was very fun to write out, so I hope you enjoy.

(I'm putting these all into categories so it's easier to manage.)  

Seeing the animals: 

-They definitely spend a considerable amount of time looking at the animals, mostly because there are a lot to see. Probably around an hour to an hour and a half. 

-Russell has more fun talking to the farmers/owners of the animals than actually seeing the animals themselves. He'll stand there forever just asking questions about feed, general caretaking, temperaments, etc. He also enjoys reading the little information slips about them and observing their behavior. 

-Seeing the animals is Penny's favorite part of the fair. She spends almost half of her money on treats for them, and pets the ones that she's allowed to. She genuinely cannot pick a favorite animal, because she gets attached to almost every single one she sees. She definitely cried when she saw a bunch of little piglets and calves with their mothers. If she could, she would definitely stay there all day. 

-Sunil…really doesn't enjoy this part of the fair. A lot of the farm animals specifically make him really nervous, mostly because they're so big. Since he doesn't want to have a panic attack in the middle of a crowded fair, he usually stands outside, away from the stables. He might go to see the small animals, such as chickens and rabbits, and wait for everyone else there. 

-Zoe likes to look at the animals and admire their beauty. She also definitely gushes over the babies. However, she prefers to not get too close or touch them, because she doesn't want her hands or clothes getting dirty. Usually after a few minutes, she goes to join Sunil outside. 

-Minka definitely enjoys going to see the animals. Like Penny, she likes to interact with them as much as she can. She does get a bit underwhelmed after a while, though. She can only spend so much time feeding or patting them before she gets bored/antsy and needs to go do something else. 

-Vinnie absolutely loves the goats. Sure, he thinks that all the other animals are cool in their own ways, too. But there's something about the goats that just draws him to them. He'll literally just stand in the same spot for like 15 minutes attempting to pat each and every goat within the enclosure. Russell is fully convinced that the fencing between them is the only thing stopping Vinnie from stealing one. 

-Pepper has a blast with the animals. The pigs are her favorite for no specific reason. She just thinks they're neat. She spends a lot of time taking pictures, specifically of animals that are making weird faces or doing funny things. She always sends the most atrocious ones to her friends captioned with "omg I found your twin!" or something of the sort. 

Rides: 

(I'm mostly going with the ride names that are used at my local fair 😭)

-Oh, god.

-There are specific rides that all of them go on together, such as carousels, 'Zero Gravity', 'Flying Bobs', and other similar carnival rides. 

-Russell typically refuses to go on any rides other than the ones they go on as a group because a lot of them make him feel a bit too unsafe. He has far more fun watching and/or videotaping his friends screaming on rides. His favorite is Zero Gravity.

-Zoe is willing to try almost every ride once. She definitely regrets some of them, which caused her neck or leg pain, but 9/10 times she enjoys most of them. Her favorite ride is 'Twister'(there are multiple carnival rides with this name, and I cannot for the life of me find any pictures or descriptions of the one I'm thinking of. All you need to know is that it's unexpectedly violent and whips you around like a ragdoll.) She isn't very fond of the ferris wheel unless she has a romantic partner with her. Otherwise she finds it quite underwhelming. 

-Minka can and will get on every ride that she physically can, including kids' rides(as long as she doesn't exceed the height limit). She definitely prefers the more fast paced thrill rides. Her favorite is the Fire Ball, which she goes on at least twice despite the long lines. She's always trying to drag someone on rides throughout the entire day. It's usually Pepper, Zoe or Vinnie that goes with her. 

-Vinnie has a hard time picking a favorite, because he has so much fun on all of them. He does know his least favorite though, which is the Zipper. Pepper dragged him onto it one time, and they were both promptly pelted with their loose pocket change. And he kept bumping his face against the padded bars.The line for that ride is also super long at all times. Other than that, he usually just runs around with Minka and tries to hit every ride at least once. If he was forced to pick a favorite, he would probably choose Flying Bobs. 

-Pepper loves going around and hopping onto random rides with short lines that are tucked away at the outskirts of the fair. This is because she realized that a lot of these rides are far more intense than the more popular ones that are in the center of the fair. Her all time favorite is the Hurricane, which starts super abruptly and causes the rider to be stuck against the seat for like 3 whole minutes. She especially enjoys watching other people's reactions. 

-Sunil actually only 100% refuses to go on two rides. Those are the ferris wheel, because being suspended in the air for long periods of time freaks him out, and the Zipper, because of Vinnie's experience(also bc he's tall, and he doesn't want his legs to get squished). He does, however, enjoy some of the other thrill rides. At least, he claims to. His favorite is the standard pirate ship ride, as the bar sits pretty snug against him, so he feels secure enough. Even though he claims that he's not afraid, the entire time he's like:

-Penny's a sucker for the swings, especially the swing towers that go up super high. They give her a nice view of the fair and the city lights off in the distance. It also feels super freeing for her. Of course, she's also a fan of the more intense, scary ones, too. However, she sometimes has to turn them down since she snacks on fair food a bit throughout the day, and she wants to let her stomach settle first so she doesn't get sick. 

-Minka and Vinnie got sore necks from some of those super violent rides. From below, they looked as if they were leaning back and relaxing. In reality, they were unable to move, stuck in those positions from the sheer force of the ride. 

-Pepper tried(and failed) to ride a mechanical bull. Russell recorded the entire thing.

-Whenever they go on rides together, Sunil will grip onto Vinnie's hand if he gets too nervous. By the end of the night, Vinnie definitely has sore, possibly bruised hands, but he doesn't regret it too much. 

Fair food: 

-Vinnie's go-to snack is fried pickles and cherry slushies(he would get mango flavored if he could find it, but unfortunately his options are limited to cherry or blue raspberry) 

-Minka goes to the first ice cream stand  she sees and get their version of a banana split. She also mooches off of other people's drinks all day. 

-Pepper always goes for chicken tenders and Pepsi. She likely gets many refills throughout the day. 

-Zoe likes the candy apples. She gets one early on at the fair, and she also buys one more as they're leaving, just because 

-The lemonade is Sunil's favorite thing at the fair, because it isn't too sweet or too sour. He also usually gets mozzarella sticks. 

-Russell really likes snow cones. For some reason they just make him happy. He always gets green apple flavored. 

-Penny loves getting a slice of plain cheese pizza and strawberry lemonade. 

-They get two large orders of fries to share. One probably has cheese. 

-They share a funnel cake at the end of the night.

Other, general activities and such: 

-Pepper is determined to win a skunk plushie from one of the games. She keeps losing, and spends far more money than she'd intended. Later on in the evening after the plushie has been forgotten, Penny goes and wins it for her, mostly because she felt bad.

-Zoe and Sunil get distracted by the fun houses for a good half hour

-They didn't go to see the circus that the fair held, but they saw a guy in a clown suit from said circus. For some reason, Minka and Vinnie decided to track him down for like 10 minutes just to get some pictures with him. Russell was absolutely mortified. 

-A big chunk of their time at the fair was just sitting down at a picnic table, listening to a cover band play from a little gazebo not too far away, and talking. 

-They took a ton of pictures and all spammed their group chat with them late at night. Russell definitely prints them out and keeps them in a scrap book.

[leam1983]

Respite

The dogpile's found its way to the couch again. Walt's been swallowing flies all afternoon, so we're guaranteed a peppy Polycule Dad for the evening. As a result, our eyes might be closed, but we're deep in discussion.

"It's just - homophobia feels like a termite infestation, to me," he says. "You're both right, I would've steamrolled these two idiots in any other setting. When I don't have wiggle room, though, or have a sense that slurs are being tossed in my face while I'm on my playing field, they just sort of stick to me, and wriggle their way through everything I've built. All the rationalizations, the self-soothing measures and..."

He pauses, and I feel him smirk. "And the literal fat I've packed on. Yes, that too. On my best of days, I feel my own weight as a positive. I feel big. I feel solid. I feel dependable."

There's a sigh. "Because I couldn't pivot and because these fuckers left me no breathing room, they just ate through it all like termites through softwood. One of them eventually tossed a barb about how I couldn't possibly last in bed, couldn't possibly satisfy anyone - and they echoed the exact same words my ex used to bring me down.

I felt small, yesterday afternoon. I felt useless. I felt like nobody could see what I work so hard to bring to the world, to you two."

I sighed. "We see, big guy. I know it's never this easy, but if something like this ever happens, just remind yourself that only two opinions about you seriously count: mine and Sarah's. I'm not here to land a sermon and I definitely won't wag the Weight Loss specter in your face this week, hon."

He chuckles. "No?"

"No. I don't have a time limit, but for now, I'm dead-set on loving each and every one of your extra pounds, hon. I love your gingham and your pocket squares, I love your wire-frame glasses, I love the way your neck fat bunches up because of your neckties - and I'll forever be grateful for the fact that you trusted us enough to join us - to love us. I love your taste, literal and figurative, I love the way you care, I love how fierce you can be about defending us...

I could go on."

He chuckled again, but it was strangled. This time, though, it wasn't sorrow that clutched at his throat, but more love than he knew how to express. He kissed me, hard, and then turned his head to give Sarah the same long and exploratory liplock.

"I love you both so much," he then hissed, "that it actually hurts, sometimes."

I leaned in closer. "You told me you had me, a few months back. That I could lean on you. Consider this a tacit return of the favor. I'll help you and Sarah however and whenever I can."

A few more hard kisses followed, almost aggressive in tone. He eventually guided Sarah's hand downwards as he used his other hand to briefly lock my head and gaze in place, straight into his own eyes.

"I want you both. Right now."

The usual triangle formed. Walt wanted to taste the comfort we could offer in its most literal sense, and Sarah acting like Walt's caregiver for the day had already seeded a few fantasies in the back of my mind. I wanted her, I wanted Walt, she wanted both of us and he wanted Sarah and I.

It's half past five and Walt and I's bed is thoroughly ransacked. He buried his head in several pillows to scream his release and all the irrational ways we ended up promising the world to one another. All professional courtesy's been tossed to the wind - the three coworkers are gone, for now. In their place, there's three lovestruck idiots very knowingly building castles in Spain. Sarah wants us to take the rest of february off and to spend it as overgrown teenagers finally introducing their big brother to classic video games. I want to do the same, but with a tower of books and day after day of longing, tender glances.

Walt's the typical high-flyer and big spender, and again imagines us moneyed and independent, free to waste entire years away on sunlight and food and booze - whenever he doesn't imagine us pounding it like animals in a small houseboat off the coast of Jamaica.

"I'm old and fat and overly dressed and I want so much for us it hurts; I look at myself and see more of a stud than anything Hollywood wants to sell me. I overeat and oversleep and love every second of it; I'm all your fetishes combined and I want more, more, more - always more..."

Walt's mantra during our last go is a reassurance of sorts: he's back to his expansive self. He's the polycule's bulwark again, the slab of well-dressed and ravenous flesh that's as much intellectually famished as physically craven. It's nonsensical and still utterly true, it's pure Word Salad by the end, but it speaks to the fact that we're all part of the same mechanism. We need each other like a spoke needs its wheel.

"Will anyone ever understand?" I ask, joining in. Sarah's happily exhausted, at that point.

"It doesn't matter," she says. "We carry our own magic. Nobody else matters but us."

Walt gasps as he finally crests. "Nobody else but us," he repeats - like an affirmation. Or a prayer.

Or a pact.

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Hi! Recently came across your blog and I absolutely LOVE your Saitama HC SM

Anyways I can here to request H/C  With Saitama, Genos, Garou, and mumen rider (all my fucking beloved) 

With a Fem!Be it friend or S/o that’s part Phoenix or is a result of a lab experiment, with a shit ton of scars from being hunted or tested on with her healing abilities (Phoenix example being like Marco from one piece, can turn into a giant blue flaming bird, and/or can turn her arms into flaming wings, have talons for feet near shit)

Please and thank you! Your amazin!

Man these animal requests are so cool I'm digging it. Thanks for asking! I'll give it my best! Sorry it took so long I've been working for days n days straight 😭

Asks the weirdest fucking questions. Nothing to do with the experiment, but like if you lay eggs or some shit

He thinks you look fucking sick when you on your flame shit

Hunters? What hunters? They've mysteriously vanished? A weirdly long strain of good luck? Who knows

If you're ever upset in anyway he always has a small fire extinguisher nearby and whips it out. Mostly to make you laugh but just in case he has no idea what phoenix's are capable of

Prick move but he's always buying sunflower seeds or nuts and giving them to you. The fact he's spending money to joke with you though shows he does like you and thinks of you often

If you got bird feets, it doesn't bother him. However, you CAN bother him if you like grab his knee with them or something it gives him the creeps

Also asks weird questions but he has answered most himself thankfully. By hyper analysing everything of you, of course

Trauma bonding! Woo hoo! (Not rly woo hoo y'all just find good connection with that)

Anyone that even stares too long is at risk of being deleted. Watch out for his canons

Can you heal a cyborg? Maybe? Y'all both wondering but by the time you find out he got his ass mowed he's at Kuseno's already.

The people that experimented on you are also now on his revenge list. You're not talking him out of it if you wanted to try.

Lots of drawings of you n your bird anatomy fill his notebook. He just thinks you're hella cool tbh.

He knows exactly how many scars and marks are on your body and WILL detect if there's a new one so to save you trouble just call/text him if something happens. Whether it was a hunter or you hurt yourself on accident

Oh lawd, this boi

He is extremely protective and defensive of you. Absolutely no one will lay a hand on you like that ever again

Straight up will just snap their neck or something unnecessarily overkill he has zero humanity for the hunters after you

Sometimes you'll catch him staring at your scars, but he won't admit it. He isn't trying to be rude. He just can't imagine how you got them specifically and it bothers him

Also trauma bonding but he has the vibe where he jokes about it and continues his day like nothing is wrong

Refuses. REFUSES to let you heal him if he's injured. He doesn't want to use you in any way.

If you wait till he falls asleep and just heal him a tad he won't notice. He'll believe he's just a fast healer, tbh. And he bragging like, "See, I healed just fine by myself!"

Lucky him you're a healer. Ass whooping magnet. Feels hella bad though despite saving multiple hospital trips.

Always complimenting you and your features/abilities you have. Literally your #1 fan

He wanna see if he is as fast as your top flight speed and always wanna race you on his bike. He's rly trying to get you both at your best speeds. Like fun training.

He's always checking up on you and is constantly worried about hunters. Like your mental health and recovery is one thing but the fact you can't catch a break kills him.

Never bothered tho unproblematic boi as usual he wouldn't flinch at the sight of your scars or feets or wings

He do worry about them scars tho but he never gonna ask like he'd feel so rude.

[violettelueur]

— ITADORI YUJI + GOJO SATORU + RYOMEN SUKUNA + NANAMI KENTO || THEIR S/O TURNING INTO BABIES/TODDLERS

↳ featuring : itadori yuji + gojo satoru + ryomen sukuna + nanami kento from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : grammar issues

↳ form : headcanons

↳ published : 03 april

↳ pronouns : non specified in headcanon

↳ request : Hi! May I request a headcanon just like the previous one you did with the s/o turning into a child but with Gojo, Itadori, Sukuna and Nanami? Thank you, I'm always looking forward to your works and love them very much!!!

↳ barista’s notes : i am so sad that i didn’t enjoy jujutsu kaisen friday...it feels really weird to not watch an episode ʕ ㅇ ᴥ ㅇʔ but update on my life, on genshin impact i am on AR 39 since i finished my assession thingy and i am plannning to spend a lot on money on small business and skincare because it’s my two week holiday (if i do not become stingy because i am with money - call me MeiMei) and i can’t shop physically because of COVID....other than that, i hope you enjoy your cup of classic black coffee and come back soon ╲ʕ·ᴥ·　╲ʔ

Itadori would be most surprised out of everyone when he finds out that you have turned into a child. For example, he would wake up and would instantly fall off his bed once he finds a toddler in his presence.

The first person he will go to is Fushiguro because ‘best friends for life I say’ and to be honest, you will probably cry/become nervous the second you see him because he has an annoyed look on his face leading you to hide under the blanket.

Itadori will panic and pull you into his arms with the blanket over because you are just scared of his friend and Fushiguro will be confused since you were friends with him after all.

You will have the brightest smile when you are with Itadori and you love it when he would raise you up in the air because it seems like you are flying.

When Itadori runs, you will giggle so much because it’s like being in a race car because of how fast he goes and the first years will wonder why you are not scared one bit.

I feel like you are comfortable with other people carrying you like even Gojo can, but when you want to go to Itadori...they better pass you on to him.

You and Itadori will always high-five each other just to make you happy because you would always raise your hand to him.

What Itadori finds really adorable is when you pick up a basketball because it looks really big compared to your toddler size and it is extra adorable when you try to throw it into the hoop with a little jump to copy him...like it just doesn’t reach.

This is when he would carry you up in the air and allow you to place the ball into the hoop because he really loves it when you cheer brightly.

When you run around, expect either Itadori to run slower because it seems like you are having so much fun or him to scoop you up into his arms because he is just really fast.

If Sukuna appears on his cheek, you would either slap it because you think it’s weird or just stare because it’s something you don’t see every day.

Itadori will have to force himself to watch cartoons with you because that is the only thing you would watch rather than you regular anime/movie nights that you would have with him.

After the whole cursed technique has been reversed, you would have no recollection of what just happened for the past 24 hours leading Itadori to explain - but I feel like he is the type to rather giggle in the middle of his explanation leading you to ask Fushiguro and Kugsaki in the end.

When you have turned into a toddler, Gojo will have no clue on what to do or say - even though he technically raised Fushiguro, doesn’t mean he has parental skills...he knows how to financially support someone.

In the beginning, he would be looking at you with such endearment because of how adorable you look and will absolutely take thousands of photos of you.

However, it seemed like you somehow retained your personality because the second he takes the 1000th photo, you would smack the phone out of his hands, surprising him completely.

You seem to be quite a calm child since you don’t really refuse to let him carry you, you just let him while he parades you around the school to show you off.

You will call him ‘Mr’ - don’t know why...maybe to tease him.

Gojo is the type to spin you around and twirl you like a princess because you are and forever will be to him - he sort of begins to notice your quite a quiet child.

The first years would be really shocked at your new appearance, especially Fushiguro since you did raise him...now it’s kind of his turn…

Nanami will try to take you away from Gojo because he’s worried that his colleague will do something really stupid to the point where you are injured in the process - but your man is adamant that he won’t hurt you.

Gojo will treat you to many sweets and that will cause a little shine of excitement to shine in your eyes because it’s a kid’s dream, right?

He really likes to feed you because it seems fun to him - I can imagine him saying ‘here comes the train’ and you would just grab the fork and guide it to your mouth.

When Gojo finally lifts up his blindfold, you would be surprised by them because they are so shiny - like you would stare at them for quite a bit that causes Gojo to freeze because you were dead frozen.

But when you show the brightest smile and place your hand on his cheeks, he relaxes before letting you do what you want to do. 

Say “Pwetty eyes” and Gojo will blush on the spot because you would always compliment his eyes when you were in your original form.

When the time has passed the 24-hour mark and you are back to normal, Gojo will instantly tell you what happened before you even ask - like “you were so adorable as a baby~ where are your baby photos?” while scrolling the pictures through his phone to show you.

He will 100% have baby fever after...

When Sukuna discovers you in your miniature form as a child, he will laugh at you for a good hour or more because he thinks how funny it is that you let a curse affect you like this.

However, what Sukuna finds really weird is that you’re not really afraid of him but rather interested because you would move closer to him to get a good look.

You will 100% tug on his kimono to get his attention and at first, it does annoy him completely because you are messing up with clothing but after a while, he finds it really assuming that you want his attention.

If you are in his domain, he will let you roam around in the water but he will find it really irritating that you are making loud noises since he is used to the quiet.

If you trip or fall down on your face, expect the King of Curses to laugh at you because he laughs at everyone’s misery - but he will be shocked that you haven’t cried at all.

He is the type of person that would say kids have no fear whatsoever - that is because of you.

Unlike the others, Sukuna will carry you by the collar of your shirt or just the back of your shirt and leave you hanging for some time - but it’s fun for you since you're just chilling and swinging.

Just because you are his significant other, doesn’t mean the word ‘brat’ won’t leave his mouth when he addresses you - the second you become a child, is the moment where you are a brat to him, but a brat that he loves.

After a while, when you start walking around in his domain after relaxing for some time, Sukuna would follow you slowly from behind because it just wants to see you waddle…

When you sit with him on his little skull seat, you will either play with his hands because his nails are just really long and you find that interesting or you would trace his marks because who the hell has marks on their face?

Sukuna would once again comment how children have no fears but wouldn’t stop you from touching the markings that he has on his face because he finds your expression of awe quite funny.

When you go back to your original form and remember nothing, Sukuna wouldn’t really tell you what happened but will just give you a smirk before saying “so what are you going to repay me with since you annoyed me so much as a little brat?” - huh?

When Nanami finds you in your little toddler state after being hit with a curse technique, he will literally have a whole staring contest with you for a few minutes.

You would probably stare at him for quite some time as well before either your eyes begin to tear up because he looks really scary or your arms would raise up, conveying to him that you want to be picked up.

You would call him ‘Nanamin’ just like how Itadori does and when Itadori finds out, he can’t help but find it really cute that you have picked up his habit.

For a child, you are quite interactive since when Nanami comes back to inform the school, you would wave to greet everyone that walks past and Gojo will find it really amusing - Nanami wouldn’t show it, but he thinks it’s endearing of you.

Gojo will definitely laugh at you for sometime before reaching out to hold you, only for you to wrap your arms around Nanami’s neck really tightly.

You would definitely fiddle with his glasses and try to put them on your face because it seems fun and you always wanted to try them on - now you have an excuse.

Nanami will make sure that you are well taken care of. He will make sure that you have eaten, hydrated with water, be in safe hands if he needs to go somewhere and he will help you clean up if you need help.

Let's just say he is the most responsible out of the four people in this headcanon right now because he is Nanami Kento.

If you somehow manage to get close to his weapon, he will quickly take it away from your reach because he is worried that you might hurt yourself.

Nanami has made one rule to himself and that is to never leave you in the care of Gojo Satoru because he has no idea what he would do with you - I don’t think he would take you to Ino as well because...it’s Ino (In conclusion, he will leave you to Shoko).

When Ino first sees you, he thinks Nanami is joking with him until he notices how much the child looks like you, only to shout your name in complete surprise causing you to giggle because it’s a funny sight.

If you snuggle your head in the crook of his neck, Nanami can’t help but smile slightly because it reminds him now you would do that as an adult when he came home from work and he can’t help but find it adorable that you kept that habit.

When you go back to your adult form after the 24 hours are up, Nanami will tell you what happened if you want to know and will probably warn you about the blackmail material Gojo has gained in the process.

© violettelueur 2021 : written and published by violettelueur - do not steal or repost

[harryconcepts]

part 38

it's been a minute but slay

he overhears a conversation you're having with one of your girl friends at a little gathering you're all at and you're talking about sex as girls are prone to do 😌 maybe she's talking about how her new bf made her squirt the other night, and you're like omg my fingers could never and then you're laughing and changing the subject, but harry is just over there biding his time 😌 when things start winding down and everyone else heads home Harry stays to help you clean up, acting all innocent and pretending he just wants to be helpful but as soon as the last person is out the door he's all "so i hear you talking earlier... you know i could help you out with that 😌" and you're mortified blushing so hard it hurts but he just steps closer and says "don't be embarrassed, I'm your friend and as your friend i want to show you how you deserve to be treated 😌"

i know harry is literally so good at communicating in a relationship and that makes me so 🥹 when he's having a bad day he makes sure not to take it out on you, he says "I need you to know that I'm not mad at you or upset with you at all, I just had a really shitty day, so I'm going to go for a walk, okay? just try to clear my head" and he ofc kisses your forehead before he goes 🥹

harry rubbing your back 😔 maybe you're not feeling well, you've had a little cold and you're just miserable and can't sleep and he just wants to help you feel better however he can 😔 he has you lay down on your tummy, and he sits on your legs so he can reach everywhere 😔 he uses some lavender lotion to help you calm down and sleep better, and he talks to you in a low voice to help you relax 😔 soon you stop responding with little hums and nods, and he leans closer to see you've fallen asleep 😔 he kisses the back of your neck before he pulls the blankets up over you, and then climbs in to cuddle up to you 😔

thinking about a bodyguard harry au 😋him being hired bc your family does some dangerous shit and has a ridiculous amount of money so they hire him to keep you safe 😋and ofc spending all that time together in such close proximity who can blame you for developing a little crushy crush 😋 then one day you decided to go for a swim in the pool and you're wearing the tiniest little suit 😋and well no one's going to be home until the next morning so what's the harm in doing a little kissing 😋really there's no safer place than in Harry's bed bc he can protect you so much better when you're that close 😋

and bodyguard harry teaching you some self defense 😋 thats such a yummy concept wow... he wraps his arms around you and says "try to get away, I'll give you some pointers" and you're like "well why would i want to get away from my man 😌" and he's so over your antics bc he's trying to be a little bit serious, but ultimately you're too cute to stay mad at 😋 he says "just try it, go on" so you do, and he immediately tightens his arms saying "that's the best you can do?" and other stuff to piss you off a little bit, and finally you huff and throw your arm back to elbow him 😋 he gasps bc he didn't see that coming and then in the big wall mirror you see him grin and he says "good girl, that's a good move" and then he shows you a few more 😋 and ofc you both get turned on from being so close, and also seeing him be so strong and skilled makes you a little 🥵 and him seeing you being his sexy little gf who now knows how to defend herself makes him 🥵 too so you end up fucking against the wall 😋 and he probably tells you to watch in the mirror bc he's a freak like that 😋

god harry would not be able to keep his hands off you when you're pregnant.... maybe you're 6 ish months along, at the point where you can definitely tell that you're pregnant, he would never leave you alone 😋 and your hormones have been all over the place and you want him more than ever so he is more than happy to give you anything you want 😋one day you've just been laying around naked all day bc there's no point in getting dressed when you're just going to be taking the clothes off soon anyways 😋 an hour or so after your second round that day you reach for him again, but he grabs your wrist with a little laugh and says "I can't go again, give a man a chance to recover" and you roll your eyes, but he says "but that doesn't mean we can't do other stuff..... come sit on my face" and you're definitely not going to say no to that 😋 he would also be so obsessed with your boobs, how they've gotten so big and they're so much more sensitive now 😋 he thumbs over your nipples saying "need to make sure my wife feels good, don't i? carrying my baby for me, you deserve to get whatever you want" 😋 such a horny boy allllll day 😋

harry thinks you look so pretty when you're ready for bed 🥹 you took off all your makeup and you have your hair tied up away from your face and your glasses on, you're wearing one of his shirts and some little shorts and he can't stop staring at you 🥹 youre like "what?" and he goes "nothing, you're just so pretty" and you roll your eyes climbing in bed saying "don't lie" and he pouts saying "I'm not lying, I think you're the prettiest girl I've ever seen" and scoots closer to kiss you 🥹 you say "really?" and he nods, hugging you close and kissing your neck sweetly 🥹 he says "I think you're always pretty, and especially now, because you're wearing my clothes and only i get to see you like this" just being such a sweet boy 🥹

i have this lymph node problem that makes my stomach hurt really bad (like literally as painful as appendicitis but it's not dangerous and there's no treatment) and it's rlly bugging me lately and I need harry 😔I know he would be so sweet and gentle and try to help any way he can 😔 bringing you medicine and a heating pad, staying in bed with you all day bc he knows you're hurting and just want to lay around 😔 he would put his hand gently over the spot that's hurting so the heat will help it feel better 😔 he'd run you a warm bath and sit with you 😔ugh where is he 😔

ok so I'm thinking about being in a movie w our fav actor in the world: harry 🤩 and for the purposes of this concept ofc there's going to be some spicy scenes involved 😌 and maybe you're a bit newer to the acting scene and and you know this stuff is going to come up, but it's just a bit nerve wracking bc it's harry and he looks like that and you've always had a little crush on him 😌one day you're eating lunch together in a common area on set and he asks how you're feeling about things so far, and you say everything is really great but there's maybe a few things you're nervous about and he would immediately lift his head and say "please let me know if i ever do anything you're not okay with, it's really important to me that you're comfortable and feel safe with what we do" and you nod, really glad that's something he takes so seriously 😔then he asks what scenes you're nervous about even though he already has a pretty good idea, and you say "you know... the ones where we're kissing and- doing other stuff" and he's trying so hard not to smile bc he can tell you're actually a little freaked out, but it's so cute the way you blush and won't quite meet his eyes 😌 but first he's ofc gonna try and make you feel better so he says "it's really nothing to stress about, the intimacy coordinators are amazing and they make sure you're okay with everything we do" and you nod, still looking down at your food, and say "but i still feel like I'm just going to embarrass myself, you know? it's easy to run lines by yourself, but you can't really practice this kind of thing" and he nods, wanting to make sure you feel heard, and bc he really does understand 😔

he remembers how stressed he was about this kind of thing when he started acting, and he wishes he would have had someone to talk to like this 😔 then he gets a little idea 😌 he says "i have a bit of an idea, and it's completely okay if you don't want to do something like this, but if you're worried about how the pacing or whatever will go, we could definitely practice it a few times before we actually shoot the scene? that way there's no surprises, and we'll be a little more prepared" and you're shocked that he cares enough to suggest something like this, but also very into the idea 😌 you agree, and then he drops the subject so you don't get too freaked out bc he's nice like that 😔 that day you both get to go home early bc they're working on other scenes, and harry ofc walks you to your car 😌 he says "so about our talk earlier..." and you're blushing immediately, trying to hide how flustered he makes you so you say "yeah?" and he goes "I mean, I've got nothing going on for the rest of the evening, so if you're up for it we could do some practicing 😌" and you are also very down for that so you agree 😌 you end up going back to his place, and you're feeling a little awkward but he does everything he can to make you comfortable in his space, offering you water and anything you need :( you end up in his living room looking through the script, you run a few scenes where it's just taking to get warmed up, and then you flip to the first kissing scene 😌

it's pretty passionate, your characters are supposed to be confessing their love for each other so ofc it's a big deal 😌 you look up at each other, not exactly sure how to say "anyways let's kiss" but then he takes over and says "why don't we just go for it? let's just run the whole scene, and it's ok if it's a little awkward, I think it's best to get a full run through to see what we're working with" and you think that's a pretty good idea, so you start the scene 😌you get into it pretty quickly, and before you know it you're supposed to be kissing 😌 you stop and look at him, and say "and now we're supposed to-" and he says "I know, we don't have to if you're not feeling it though" and you shake your head saying "no, we can do it" and then it's a few seconds of looking at each other before he just goes for it 😌 he 100% takes your face in his hand to tilt your head however he wants it, and he puts his other hand on your waist 😌 and he is a good kisser, like so good you almost forget what you're supposed to be doing for a second, but then you snap out of it and do what your character is supposed to do 😌 so you both get really into it, and then you pull away a little flushed and say "it's says- I'm supposed to be on your lap for the next part, but if you don't want to do that here we can just-" and he says "I'm fine with whatever you want to do" and you think for a second before swinging your leg over his and getting settled in his lap 😌 he has his hands on your hips to keep you steady, and in this position you're up close to his face so you're noting how pretty his eyes are 😌 he sees you smile a bit and he says "what?" and you say "you just have really pretty eyes" and that makes him blush 😌 then you say "you know, if 16-year-old me knew she would someday be making out with harry styles, I think she would lose it" and he laughs saying "oh so you had a little crush on me?" and you nod, and he's soooo cheeky about that 😌 then he says "well if it makes you feel better, i had a crush on you too" and you're very surprised and don't really believe him, but he says "I'm serious, when i found out you were in this movie I freaked out, and I think I was probably more nervous for the kissing scenes than you were" and you're just staring at him like 😶 and then say "and now that you know me?" and he says "if I'm being honest, i like even more" 😌 you say "that's good, because i still have a massive crush on you" and then you're both just so smiley 😌 he says "think we should run it again?" and you nod, even though the script is the last thing either of you are thinking about😌 he takes initiative again and and puts his hands on your face, you have your fingers in his hair at the back of his head 😌

he clearly likes that a lot, letting out a few little whimpers against your lips when you play with it 😌 he licks against your bottom lip, making you shiver and open up for him 😌he's gripping your hips so tight, trying to pull you closer and closer, and finally you grind down on him a little and he groans 😌 when it starts to get a little heated he pulls away and he's a little out of breath when he says "we should probably stop, or something really embarrassing is going to happen" and you giggle, running your hands up and down his chest when you say "I don't think it would be embarrassing" and he's all "well not for you!" and then he sees how needy you still look, so he says "but we could do something for you... I bet you're soaking through your panties right now" and he grins when he feels you squeeze your thighs together 😌 he says "want me to take care of that for you?" and you've barely nodded before he's flipping you over and crawling up over you 😌 he kisses you again, this time fully pressing his hips down into yours, and you can't help the little gasp you let out 😌 he kisses down your neck, trying his best to find any sweet spots, and then you feel his fingers sliding down your tummy 😌 soon he's at your waistband, and he hums softly asking if he can touch and you nod so fast, so he slips his fingers in and brushes them against you 😌 he murmurs "just like i thought, you're soaking for me" and he circles his fingers around your clit 😌 you're squirming around and trying to kiss him again, but he keeps moving his face away to be a pest 😌 you groan and say "will you just kiss me?" and he says "since you asked so nicely 😌" and then he gives you a few minutes with his lips on yours and his fingers working you up before he says "how would you feel about me kissing somewhere else?" and you have to close your eyes bc it's just too much 😌 so he moves down, kissing along your skin as he goes, and finally he pulls your clothes off 😌 he kisses around your thighs, getting you all worked up and sensitive before he gives you what you want 😌 he holds your hips down to keep you in place so he can do his thing 😌 and he really is just making out with you, making such a mess of things 😌spitting on your clit to hear you whine, and using his fingers to spread you open so he can really get in there and suck on you 😌 he senses you're kind of trying to be quiet, so he lifts his and says "make some noise for me, or I'll have to stop" and you gasp out that you don't want him to stop, and try to let out some nice noises for him 😌 every time you moan he moans right back, and you can feel the vibrations which only makes it feel better 😌 soon you're gripping his hair and trying to push him closer, and he gives a particularly hard suck on your clit that makes you gasp 😌 running his tongue over anywhere he sees is sensitive, using his grip on your hips to pull you closer to his face 😌 he sees your muscles starting to tense up and he knows you're close, so he doubles down and does everything he can to make you cum 😌 you grasp his hair tighter and your legs tense up in his hold, but he's strong enough to keep you open for him 😌 he works you through it too, and soon you're trying to push his head away because it's too much, so he turns his head to kiss your thigh before he comes back up to give you a kiss on the lips😌 you're breathing so hard and your heart is pounding, and he barely gives you any time to process what just happened before he says "so yeah, anytime you want to practice just let me know" and you playfully shove him for being such a pest 😌 but you can't be too mad at him bc he's a pest who knows how to use his tongue 😌

watched the episode of keeping up w the Kardashians where Kourtney and Scott go to the pregnancy sex class and the scene where they suggested she could sit on his face and he was all "this is what we're doing? after a long day I'm supposed to come home and have you sit on my face? yeah okay" and I was literally in shock bc that is such an unharry thing to do 😭 I know that man would literally beg you to sit on his face, even if you're a little nervous at first he's just grabbing your hips and pulling you down 😋

harry putting your panties in his pocket during a show 😌 in his dressing room he sits you up on the vanity and he's standing between your legs to kiss on you, his hands are sliding up and down your thighs and then he hooks his fingers in the fabric and says "why don't you let me hold onto these for now" and your jaw drops at how filthy that is and also bc he finds a sweet spot on your neck at the same time 😌 but you lift your hips and help him pull them off, and he definitely raises them to his face to smell them before he slips them into his pocket 😌 you're watching with wide eyes but he just smiles, kissing your cheek before says "I'd better be going, but I'll see you after" and walks out all smug 😌

harry being a little stern 😋 gripping your chin to make you look in his eyes, saying "look at me when I'm talking to you pretty girl" and making you hold eye contact bc he knows it makes you 🦋🦋🦋 😋 when he's going down on you he tells you to hold still, and when you try to move your hips he lifts his head and says "do you want me to stop?" and when you whine out a no he says "then you better do what i tell you, or you won't like what happens" 😋

thinking about all the intricacies of harry being between your thighs yummmmm he uses his thumbs to spread you open so he can look, and you squirm a little bit being embarrassed to have him staring like this but he just gives you a gentle little slap on your thigh, just enough to make you gasp, and he says "told you to stay still, so be a good girl and do that for me" and you nod, just wanting him to get into it already, but he still wants to keep looking 😌 he runs one finger through the wetness and says "you're soaking, baby, just from a few words?" and he would tease you so much about that 😌 he leans closer and spits right on your clit, then watches as it drips down 😌 at this point you're moving so much and begging him to just touch you already so he does, leaning in to lick a long stripe 😌 he would be so messy with it too, shaking his head to get in deeper and basically making out with you down there 😌 he wants you to be soaking wet and as needy as he can get you before he even tries to slip his fingers inside 😌 you'd be able to hear how wet you are every time he licks and you're both getting off on the sound 😌 he would suck on your clit so hard that you lift your hips up, then he would push you back down and hold you in place so he can keep working 😌 i just think he would be disgusting and depraved and you would both love every second 😌

harry would be so sweet whenever you're not feeling well 😔 he comes home to see you in bed, sleeping way earlier than you normally would and he thinks you were just tired so he smiles and brushes some hair out of your face, but when he's doing that he feels how warm you are and he gets worried that maybe you're sick 😔 he wakes you up gently, saying "need you to wake up baby, are you not feeling well?" and you groan, still half asleep, but you open your eyes to look at him and he knows you have a fever from how glassy they are 😔 he gets a pouty look on his face and says "I'm gonna get you some medicine, ok? I'll be right back" and he runs to grab you something for the fever and also some water, then he comes back and helps you sit up to take the pills 😔 he has you drink some water then lays down with you and cuddles you close to him bc he knows you feel chilled from the fever 😔 he plays with your hair and rubs your back until you fall asleep😔

[ahjustroza]

I saw a hc post abt how Last Legacy love interests react to MC actually going back to Earth,so can I ask some hcs abt this one? I'm curious of what you come up with!!

I actually made the same request to @lucigucci !!

For this ask, I had to play the entire game once again because I couldn't come up with anything. Hope you'll like it!

MC Going Back to Earth Headcanon

Warning: Sad feelings and pain...

Anisa

Before giving in to her emotions she will make sure to not miss anything important for your return to Earth

She'll check with important magical necessaries for the portal

Check if you have everything you would possibly need

If you ate well

Will check twice everything she prepared for you to take with you to remember her

She will also give you the Orlando postcard

It is important to her but also you two shared many memories together talking about Earth looking at the postcard

She knows when you visit Orlando you will remember her

After she is done with everything

The realization of you actually leaving her will hit her HARD

She knew you for only months but fell for you in a way with no return

You became her breath

The meaning, the cause she wanted to live further

The center of her life

Her priority

Her peace

Her shelter, and safe place

If only she could stay in your arms for a little longer...

If only she could find a way to see you again

The smell your scent while she buried her nose to your neck

To your hair...

She misses you always

Even for a couple of minutes without you within her eyesight makes her feel troubled

She misses you to death before even you leave her...

She will use all her strength to not cry in front of you

But the moment you hugged her and kissed her the last time she broke

She never struggled like this

Never felt hurt like this

The devs mentioned that each character will have multiple endings, so I headcanon two different happy endings in this situation

One is being Anisa letting you go while she stays in Astraea

She knows that she might not be able to fit in

You are people of two different worlds

Quite literally

And it shows

Anisa however will never love again after you

She will refuse every potential partner both in her romantic life or in her bed

She will confess her feelings for you and give you her hair ribbon as well as the most painfully mesmerizing kiss...

The other ending being Anisa leaving Astraea with you.

She is half-human and can tell people that her marks on her face are tattoos on Earth

She will see this as an opportunity to start a new life

Without the guilt of who her parents are and what they have done

Without the danger of magical monsters or assassins tracking her all around

She is smart, a quick learner, and curious about Earth

With your support, she can get used to life on Earth and get a job

I am thirsty for Anisa as a workout or martial art trainer

But I can also see her going to college and finish it quicker than expected to work in a school

Counselor Anisa

You two will travel the world together

No matter the lifestyle you live Anisa is happy

She doesn't need a lot of money

All she needs is you

Also another surprise, she doesn't miss Astraea one bit

You are what she calls home now.

Sage

I am a Sage hoe myself but I can't see him leave Astraea with you

He can't fit in to Earth

He has to be free and living on Earth means he has to follow so many rules that he struggles to understand

Also Sage will absolutely refuse to leave Tulsi behind

There are only two people he actually cares about in this world

You and Tulsi

You two are his family and home

He is a family guy

And oh my god does he want to make his family larger secretly

Sage is a character that struggles with emotional confessions

He is also a good liar

So even tho he wants a future with you

If you want children, raise your children together (adopted/surrogacy/biological/a found family...)

Finally settling down and actually live in a home

Sage will experience the feeling of home with you the first time

He never felt safer and not worried about being vulnerable to someone

Having family dinners, family meetings with auntie Tulsi...

Celebrating anniversaries

Getting yourselves in trouble and moving to a different town

Even though he would fight the gods themselves to have this future with you, he will not tell you to stay

He will not say anything at all

He'll watch you and make sure to prepare everything for your return

And to make sure of your security during the process

You will look into his eyes each passing hour, hoping him to say something

Anything

But he will not

He'll only give you his signature soft half-smile with tired eyes

He will drink the entire day before your depart

Spend the whole night with you

Watch you sleep

Memorize your face

Your body

Will listen to your breathing

He will take everything he can get to never forget you

Also, cry too

Silently

Without you noticing

Tears will fall down to the pillow one by one

He wants to scream and tell you to stay but he can't force you to do anything you don't want

Any word out of his mouth might make you change your mind and do the opposite of what you want to do

You have a family too and you have to see them

A life you have to return to...

So if you don't say that you want to stay he will stay silent forever

If you choose to leave, do give him something to remind him of you

A necklace? Your laser pointer? Your foam sword?

He will carry whatever you give him with him

Always

Until the day he dies

Let's say you gave him a necklace, anyone who knew you will feel the pain in Sage when they see him still wearing the necklace after all those years...

He will never love again. It was a one-time thing.

He will not open up to anyone

He will not let anyone see the real Sage the way you did

He might have bed partners but it is not emotional

He is in pain and will either drink or throw himself somewhere to spend the night without thinking anything

But that can only happen if he is too drunk to remember what happened the night before

If you choose to stay, he will feel relieved

Guilty too but mostly relieved

He will build the future he desires with you

But will also look for ways to make you visit Earth and come back

Felix

I don't think Felix can fit in the Earth either

He grew up as the Arcmage's son and spent all his life studying magic

He can't live in a world where magic doesn't exist

He can't live a lifestyle where he will have to learn everything anew

I just think he is too sensitive for our world.

But unlike Sage and Anisa, Felix will ask you to stay

He'll ask you to stay and live a crazy but full of love life with him

He'll promise to take care of you since he is filthy rich

Then admit his fears of losing another lover

If you decide to leave he will feel betrayed and abandoned at first

He'll cry, then disappear for a while, then appear and tell you that you gave him a lot of hope

And disappear once again

He'll get drunk and then cry loudly too...

After Rime, you taught him how to love again

You made him feel safe and supported

Accepted for who he is...

You taught him how to properly love someone

No toxicity

No lies

No rivalry

He only wants to sleep in a bed in your arms around him not wake up for years

The idea of you leaving him hurts like someone stabs a dagger into his heart

He'll start to believe that this is his cruel destiny

To be the one stays while the other leave

He wants to follow you but he knows he can't live with you on Earth

He couldn't even fit in his own house yet...

Once he cooled down he'll admit how important your life back at home to you

And how it is his fault to steal that life away from you by bringing you to Astraea

He will open the portal for you himself

He is not trusting anyone else for this work

Before you leave he will tell you that he loves you and promise to never forget you

Here comes the pain

But he might fall in love again after you

You will always have a different place in his heart and in his memories though!

Felix did try to bring someone he fell for back from death then fall in love with someone else

I just think he will be more flexible with what life brings in front of him

And get even more depressed with time...

If you accept his offer and choose to stay his eyes will see nothing but you from that day and forward

You are officially his spouse now, no ceremony necessary

You will go on the vacation you both need and deserve then get a house to live together

You two will be the scary power couple

People will talk about you two as "the small necromancer and his spouse- yes the spouse. They are the one that fought the Lord of Shadows and the undead Rime. I also heard they got a relic the moment they stepped on Astraea- I KNOW it is crazy..."

Felix will share everything he owns with you, even his thoughts

He is so open to you that he knows you understand him the best

[car-karaoke]

Happy Birthday

This was a request from the lovely @ivarlcthbrok who had some great ideas!!

Warnings: S m u t, language, fuckton of fluff

Pairings: Alex H x Reader

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"Lan-za-rote?" You sounded out, squinting at the unfamiliar name on the card Alex had just given you. It was your birthday in a couple days, and you were beyond thankful that your boyfriend Alex's schedule allowed for him to take a week off with you. He had just arrived at your apartment with a huge bouquet of flowers and an adorable handwritten card that made you tear up when you read it. Your eyes were so blurry that Alex had to point out to you that you missed the last sentence on his card. There, in his perfectly messy handwriting said 'pack your things baby, we're going to Lanzarote'

You peeked up at Alex, who was biting his lip to hold back his enormous smile. "Did I say it right?" You questioned quietly. He simply replied with a nod of his head. You were overwhelmed beyond belief that you were finally able to spend alone time with him, let alone actually go somewhere new with him. But where the fuck is Lanzarote? You've never heard of it

"Babe, where is this place?" You wondered out loud. Alex's smile only grew wider until he couldn't hide it any more

(He smiles like this when you ask him where ^^)

"Spain" he mumbled, tucking his mouth into his hoodie sheepishly. He knew you'd freak out because you get super uncomfortable when people spend lots of money on you. Seeing your eyes widen and mouth start to open in protest he stopped you. "I got a really good deal on tickets baby!! I promise! Plus, I wanted to go there myself anyways, if you weren't in my life, I probably would've just taken a buddy along anyways"

You were still in shock at the fact that all of these wonderful things were happening to you. Things like that just didn't happen to you; you've always been weirdly unlucky. But ever since you met this incredible man in front of you, your life has never felt more complete. "Aleeex" you protested, sighing in defeat since you knew he had already bought the tickets. You leaned into his chest and curled your arms around him snugly. He beamed down at you and kissed the top top of your head. "How long are we staying there?" You asked shyly, voice muffled against his chest. You felt his little laugh vibrate through his chest

"7 days" he said happily, rubbing your back. "We're going to be staying in a private beach house" Your first instinct was to protest, knowing that kind of thing cannot have been cheap. But you knew he had the money and more importantly, he wanted to do it. For you. You get to spend a whole week in Spain with the love of your life. Reality hit you and you started to tear up again. You took a deep breath in and out and looked up at him

"I'm so excited hunny, truly. I cant even begin to thank you" you whispered, chin resting against his toned torso. He grinned down at you, using his thumbs to wipe away the tear that had spilled over

"I know baby, I know. I love you" he said as he tilted his head down to kiss you. You kissed him back right away, never able to resist those lips of his. All too soon however, he broke apart, giving your ass a light spank. "Now let's get packing sweet cheeks, we got a plane to catch!!"

~~arriving there the next day~~

"We're almost here" the cab driver announced as he turned down a private road. You and Alex were huddled together in the back seat like you had been the whole plane ride here, excitedly looking out the window. The driver pulled up to a gorgeous looking beach house and put the car in park. "Here you are guys, the place looks lovely!" The driver said happily

"Yeah it does, here you go! Thanks pal!" Alex handed the driver the money and opened the car door, walking over to your side to offer you his hand getting out. You got out of the cab and took a deep breath in, looking around in amazement

"God, this place is beautiful!" You sighed contentedly

"It really is! It's so warm!" Alex commented, hauling both your bags out of the trunk before closing it and walking with you to the front door. You held the door open for him and stepped inside after him. Alex let your bags fall to the floor as you both took in your surroundings. The place seemed much bigger in person, it was open and airy with an incredible view of the ocean. You walked over to the window in the kitchen, staring out at the beach in awe. Alex snaked his arms around you from behind, kissing your neck softly

"You know, that beach is private...we can do whatever we want on there" he teased, kissing up to your earlobe. You fought back a laugh as he hit a ticklish spot. The ache in you longed for him to take you on every surface here, but your head was so groggy that you had to push that thought away until later

"Mmm that's true" you replied, tilting your head to allow him a better angle. "But you said yourself you wanted to go see the city first. We can celebrate properly tonight" you added, rubbing your ass against his growing erection. He groaned audibly at your tease, biting your neck in retaliation. You tried to hold back your soft moan, but it slipped out. Alex laughed, backing up and kissing your cheek

"Alright you delicious thing, later" he chuckled. "Let's go check out the beach first!" He grabbed your hand and dragged you out the back door to your private backyard

"Holy....shit..." you gasped, taking in the beautiful scenery with wide eyes. Alex was just as entranced as you, staring at the nature like a kid in the candy store

"I can't fucking WAIT to take pictures of this..." he sighed. You smiled to yourself and turned your head to look at your incredible man. The incredible man who literally bought you a week long vacation in Spain....you wanted to say so much to him, but you couldn't think of words to match how you were feeling, so you just grabbed his hand instead. Alex looked down at you and squeezed your hand. "You like it baby?" He asked hopefully

"Like it???" You laughed incredulously, shaking your head in disbelief. "Alex, this is INSANELY beautiful. I...you didn't...thank you" you huffed, frustrated momentarily that you couldn't think of what to say. He just grinned down at you and kissed your forehead

"I wanted to do this Y/N. I promise I didn't spend that much. Lots of frequent flyer miles..." he joked, elbowing you in the side. You groaned softly, but smiled genuinely at him

"I love it. I love you" you tiptoed to kiss him, to which he responded by casually picking you up like you weigh less than a feather and wrapping your legs around him

"I love-you-too" he said in between kisses. "Wanna go check out the city? We can walk from here". You nodded happily and gathered your things to go exploring the city. Alex wrapped his camera around his neck and took a quick picture of the two of you on his phone, posting it to IG with a smile

"What's our caption hunny?" You asked lightly. He smiled and handed you his phone

Here's to a week in paradise with my love Y/N. She's an even better view than the ocean people, so I'm damn lucky 😍

God he was amazing. You walked hand in hand down the road to the little town, stopping every few minutes for Alex to take a picture of something. The town was full of cute little shops and you two finally decided to stop somewhere to eat. The restaurant had seating outside, which you guys gladly took advantage of

"Here you go guys" the waitress rang out cheerfully, setting down your plates and heading back inside. You both dug into your meals like ravenous beasts that hadn't eaten in days

"Holy crap hunny!" you choked out a laugh as Alex nearly finished half his plate already. "If I knew you were this hungry, I would've suggested eating before!!" You giggled. He just shrugged his shoulders and waved the thought away with his hand. You munched on your food happily and listened to the music playing in the background. You had no idea what the lady was saying, but it sounded so beautiful

https://youtu.be/LDfottS5UhY

Alex snuck out his camera and started taking pictures of the locals. Everyone seemed to be in a great mood, whether it was the impeccable weather or the lively music who knows, but every face you met greeted you with a warm smile. You noticed one of the locals who looked to be in her mid twenties in a group full of other women. They were all so stunningly beautiful and fashionably dressed. The one that caught your attention for whatever reason spun around, causing your confidence to plummet. She was one of the most beautiful people you had ever seen, and she was staring at Alex. She started whispering to her friends and then more heads turned to look. They must notice who he is...you thought to yourself. Alex was totally unaware of his new admirers, he was too caught up trying to get a perfect shot of a building. The group of women started walking up to your table and you were suddenly grateful you were wearing dark sunglasses, because you were shooting daggers at them. The one you had been eyeballing reached to her boobs and squeezed them up in her bra so that they were pretty much exploding out of her shirt. She was wearing a very smug smile as she reached your table

"Uhm, excuse me?" She asked in a fakely-high voice. You stared at her with a blank face and Alex reluctantly put his camera down to look at them for the first time. He looked confusedly at them, looking over his shoulder to see if they were talking to someone else. "You're Alex Høgh Anderson, right?" She pressed on. Alex cleared his throat and nodded in response. The girl beamed down at him, pulling out her cell phone. "Do you mind taking a picture with us??" She asked as she noticeably crossed her arms over her chest to push her boobs up even higher. You chewed the inside of your cheek in annoyance. He always says yes to fans, and you totally understand that, but sometimes you wish you could just punch them in the face

"Uhm..yeah sure. No problem" he half smiled before getting up and leaning over the table to kiss you right in front of them. You saw her face drop in disappointment and you had to hold back a laugh. "Be right back baby" Alex called to you as he walked over to where they requested the picture. You watched in pure adoration as he took the picture and waved goodbye at them then jogged back to your table. "Whew god that chick had so much makeup on, I thought the sun was going to melt it off like a crayon!" He shook his head in disbelief. "I'm pretty sure she was trying to make her tits look bigger than they were too" he added. You snorted and nodded in agreement

After you were done at the restaurant, you returned home and changed into your bathing suits to go take advantage of having your own private beach. You had confidently packed a bikini, but after seeing how beautiful and fit most of the women you saw today were, you were second guessing your warbrode choices. But it was either that or go nude, so you nervously put on the thin fabric. Looking yourself over in the mirror, you didnt hate the way you looked, but there were definitely areas you liked less than others. Pushing your negative thoughts to the side, you stepped out and made your way to the backyard. Alex was laying out some towels on the sunny deck to sunbathe. He looked fucking delicious in his swim shorts, bending over to arrange the towels and giving you the perfect view of his ass. You opened the door and slowly walked up to him, one arm draped around your torso. Alex looked up at you and his eyes nearly bulged out of his head

"God damn baby..." he marveled, eyeing you up and down with hungry eyes. You laughed lightly and shoved his shoulder playfully. "I uh....I really like your new bikini..." he chuckled, handing you a cocktail he had made

"You're not looking bad yourself my love" you smiled, taking a sip of the fruity beverage before laying down on your back and feeling the sun immediately absorb into your skin. Alex smirked at you and grabbed the bottle of sun lotion behind him

"I grabbed spf 40 because I know you burn like a stop sign baby" he joked, opening the cap and squirting some on his hand to warm it up

"Soo sexyyyy" you mumbled unenthusiasticly with your eyes closed, making him laugh. He had both hands full of lotion and he slowly and gently started rubbing your soft stomach. Your breath hitched in your throat, you weren't expecting him to lotion you. He massaged all over your torso, down by your hips, your thighs, making sure to get the top of your feet before rubbing them too. It felt like absolute heaven having him man handle your body in this way, so lovingly and tender. All you could do the whole time was mumble about how good it felt. He finally finished rubbing the lotion in and quickly got himself before joining you on the towels. After awhile, you switched and tanned your backside together, listening to some music in the background. By the time you were a few shades darker, it was sunset. And boy oh boy did you have a view

You watched in awe as the sky changed colors, completely mesmerized by the beauty nature was creating. Little did you know, Alex found you even more beautiful and couldn't resist taking a few pictures of you and your reaction to the sky. He clicked once, twice, three times until he gasped. You spun around, wondering what happened. He was staring at his camera with his mouth open. He looked....emotional? Not suprised, not scared...something like pride? "Alex baby, what's wrong? What is it?" You asked, walking towards him

He simply turned his camera around for you to see. You stepped closer only to see a gorgeous woman and a breathtaking sunset all working together with the wind to create some sort of masterpiece. It took you another minute to realize the woman in the picture was you. He captured you at the exact right moment to make you feel the most confident about yourself that you ever had. "Oh my god....that's....that's so fucking pretty Alex...." you whispered, leaning your head against his arm

"That's you Y/N. That's all you. That's how I see you every day..." he murmured, resting his head on top of yours happily. You were so overcome with emotion that you couldn't help but cry, burying your face in his shoulder. He immediately set his camera down and wrapped his arms around you tightly, quietly sshhhing you and trying not to cry himself. You were so precious to him. He knew about your insecurities, he loved you even more because of them. But because of him, you were finally able to see yourself for what you were to him: the most beautiful person in the world. Immense pride filled his heart as he held you

"You're so fucking beautiful Y/N, you really are. I'm so lucky I have you" he whispered to you while you both just held on for dear life and rocked back and forth

"I love you Alex. So damn much" you sniffled, wiping your eyes on your wrist and taking a deep breath. He took one with you and grabbed both of your hands

"I love you too Y/N" he smiled before glancing over at the crashing waves and biting his lip. "Come with me" he said suddenly, grabbing your hand and walking along the hot sand to the water. He guided you slowly into the water, which was pleasantly warm despite the time of year. You got about hips deep before he stopped and pulled you into him, guiding you onto his lap

You both ducked underwater and looked around the crystal clear blue before he grabbed you and pulled you into him again, pushing up off the bottom of the shallow ocean to come back up for air. You broke the surface laughing hysterically because his hair was all in his face and you had to wipe it away for him to see. He laughed heartily at you and looked up at the sky

"Gettin dark, the sun's almost gone" he pointed out. You looked around to see he was right. You had neighbors on both sides, but there was enough shrubbery separating the lots that you couldn't get a clear view. You heard lots of people chattering about how they were going to be headed in since it was getting dark. You weren't really sure what Alex had planned, if anything, for tonight

"Do you want to head inside?" You questioned him, still straddling his lap

"No" he said casually, giving your ass a squeeze. "I want to stay out here and make love to you under the stars". You blushed, glancing around to see if your neighbors may have heard

"What about them?" You whispered, half excited half nervous as you gestured to your neighbors

"Eh, who cares? I doubt they can see but if they can, of well" he shrugged. You swallowed hard, weighing the possibility of getting caught. You did want him. Bad. Screw it, you thought to yourself as you leaned in and started kissing his neck. Alex responded immediately, exhaling roughly as he tilted his head and pulled your center closer to his. You went to town on his neck, kissing your way down his jawline to his shoulder while his hands sneakily wove around you and untied your bikini top with one pull. You bit his shoulder lightly as he did that, grinding forward into him teasingly. Alex hissed and leaned back, letting your top slowly drift off into the water revealing your bare chest to him. He eyed it hungrily and tossed the top to shore so it wouldn't float away. He kissed his way down the valley of your beasts before kneading them with both hands and sucking one nipple into his mouth

"Fuck" you moaned, tangling your hand into his wet hair. Alex smirked with his mouth full, letting his other hand slide down your body to your remaining article of clothing. Too impatient to wait for him, you shimmied out of them immediately, throwing them to the shore as well, which made him chuckle before switching breasts and taking the other nipple in his mouth. Your hands found their way to his shorts and you managed to slide them down without interrupting his glorious attack on your chest. Tossing his shorts by your bikini, you grabbed his free cock in your hands and started rubbing it

"Oh gods" Alex growled, sounding exactly like Ivar in that moment and making you even wetter. He grabbed your face with his hand forcefully but without hurting you, causing you to look him directly in the eyes. "I love you so much woman" he panted before plunging his tongue inside your mouth. Your tongues battled for dominance for a few minutes while you both groped one another until you finally gave in and let him win. He rolled his tongue over yours and moaned deep in the back of your throat. You tightened your legs around his hips and rolled yourself forward, wanting to be inside of him desperately. He took the hint and started walking to the shore, naked as all hell and not giving a damn

"I need--to be inside--of you--right--now" he moaned in between kisses as he walked your naked bodies up to the house. You barely made it inside before Alex propped you up on the counter and lined himself up with your entrance. You were so caught up in the moment that you didnt even realize where you were, not that it mattered to you one bit as long as you could get him inside you. "You ready for me baby?" He questioned as his chest was heaving with excitement. You nodded quickly, grabbing onto his upper arms as his muscles flexed. He slowly pushed himself inside of you in one stroke, filling you to the tilt. You'll never get used to the absolute satisfaction that comes along with being intimate with him. Your bodies really became one, working together to see who will come undone first. It's almost always you. "You feel soooo fucking good Alex" you breathed

"Mmm you too baby girl, you too" he groaned, eyes closed as he held himself back from just cuming right there. "So fucking tight for me". You whimpered in response, arching your back as he pulled almost all the way out of you and slid back in with ease. He picked up his pace, unrelenting as he slammed into you again and again and again. Your hand tightened its grip on his arm as the other pulled on his hair, merely prompting him to go harder. You could already tell you were close, and so could he. He started mumbling out compliment after compliment as he pounded into you. You take me so well baby, fuck you're amazing, look at you oh my fucking god yes. His words faded away and all that filled the room for 30 seconds was both of your breathy moans and the sound of wet skin slapping together. The noise along with the sensations sent you careening over the edge, your whole body clenching around him as you came. The feeling and sight of your orgasm flung Alex into his as he shakily let go inside of you, his thrusts spasming into a slower rhythm before stopping completely. You both stayed there, a panting mess, while the soft ticking of the clock on the wall reminded you that you were on Earth. You lazily unwrapped your legs from around his waist as he pulled out of you

"God damn, that was....that was incredible" Alex said as enthusiastically as he could, looking high as a kite from the amazing sex. "Here, come here baby, let me help you down" he offered you his hand

"I'm not going to be able to walk tomorrow" you sighed groggily as you both laughed

"Hey, that means I did my job right" Alex joked, taking your hand and leading you to the bedroom. The bedroom was gorgeous too, with a view of the ocean as well. Alex dramatically collapsed onto the bed face first. You giggled and walked over to the window to open it, letting in the warm salty air before heading to the bathroom to wipe yourself up. You grabbed one for him too, tossing it over at him on the bed

"Heads up" you called as it flung through the air. Alex lifted his head just in time for the damp towel to hit him right in the face

"Oof!" Alex puffed and rolled onto his back to clean himself up too. "Baaaaaaaabe" he called out lazily. You were just putting your hair in a messy bun as he called you

"Yes love?" You called back

"Come to bed!" He responded. You laughed lightly and walked back to the bed, climbing in next to your man. You assumed your usual cuddle position and curled up as close as you could to him. He kissed your cheek, nose, and forehead lovingly before kissing your lips. "We've got 6 more days of this" he pointed out, smirking in the dark bedroom

"Mmm" you hummed sleepily. "If it was anything like this day, it will be fucking phenomenal" you yawned. Alex hummed in return

"Oh. One more thing before you fall asleep, since it's after midnight" Alex piped up, rubbing your back softly. You grinned against his skin, knowing what he was going to say. You hummed in response

"Happy birthday Y/N" his voice echoed through your head as you drifted off to sleep

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Ouma: I'm sorry, Kiibo...It's my fault you ended being a weapon to the gorvement... Kiibo: ....It is fine...

Tags: Dystopian AU, Violence

“I’m sorry, Kiibo…It’s my fault you ended up being a weapon to the government…“

“…It is fine.”

In this world, people lived their carefree lives within a great dome. Inside the dome was safe. Peaceful. Normal. It was as if nothing was amiss.

Outside the dome, however, is the complete opposite. Death, carnage, war…all the unpleasant things you could ever think of…are found beyond its walls. The truth is, the world used to be a peaceful place. After a long history of conquests and colonization–the world achieved peace, or so humanity thought. However, due to the rapid depletion of resources, political unrest…tensions between countries eventually led to a set of small-scale wars between countries, until finally, it erupted into a large-scale war known as…

                                                 World War V3.

Japan had reverted back to its former nature as a hermit country, but not without any preventive measures of making sure that no outsiders enter the country. It was all for the sake of the people, so everyone can live their everyday lives in peace–blind to all the bloodshed happening Outside. To delude the masses that the world was still a peaceful place. And to make sure it stays this way, those who disrupt the peace…simply disappear.

From an outsider’s point of view, Japan’s currently the most peaceful place to be in right now. However, one of the downsides to this kind of lifestyle is the slow but steady dwindling of resources. Being unable to trade with other countries just like how it was centuries ago, the Japanese Government had to make do with what was available within the country.

Of course, human resources belong to this category as well. With Japan’s only line of defense being the military. Many of them leave the Dome, but only few return. It was only natural that it would be in need of men if they wanted to keep Japan safe. The soldiers who risked their lives day in and day out just to ensure that the people Inside could live peacefully were seen as heroes.

Which is exactly why there are soldiers currently roaming around in the slums. It was the perfect place to look for new recruits. Offer the poor some money in exchange for joining and the army and they’ll bite. And should they die in the line of duty, no one will miss them. No one would cry for them. They were completely expendable, which makes them the perfect recruits.

…Not to mention there were rumors that the recent kidnappings were caused by the army, which makes living in the streets dangerous if you don’t want to be taken away by them. If you belonged to the middle class and live in a cozy home, you’ll be fine. But children on the streets have to make do.

“All clear?” Ouma asked, peeking out of the trash bags.

Kiibo nodded, eyes still trained outside of the alley. “We need to be careful if we don’t want to get caught.”

“Yeah,” the raven haired child moved to dust his clothes before picking up a plastic bag filled with assorted bread he stole together with Kiibo. “We should go, they’re probably starving already.”

The albino looked over his shoulder and smiled. “We can go now.”

The monochrome duo stealthily made their way back to their little hideout, where their friends were waiting for them. DICE. That was what they called their little band of lost children. The original members being Kiibo and Ouma respectively, with Ouma being its leader. They originally meant to be a duo of some sorts but ended up taking in other abandoned children around their age(or younger) and made sure that nothing bad happened to them.

“Welcome back leaders!”

Everyone greeted them with big smiles, which grew wider at the sight of food. They all cheered and gave their thanks by tackling their monochrome leaders to the ground with a hug and some gentle noogies here and there.

To think that it all started when Kiibo first found Ouma collapsed in an alley and helped him get back on his feet, both figuratively and literally and were inseparable ever since. They usually had shifts when it comes to scrounging for their meals. But with the military breathing down their necks, Ouma made sure to take as much supplies as possible so they wouldn’t have to go out too much. The risk of having any of them taken away is too high, considering a good number of them were still new to living their lives on the street. Spending their daily lives fighting tooth and nail to survive while protecting the people who mattered to them. That’s how their days usually went.

However, things started to change when the very people they were trying to protect started getting sick due to the upcoming winter season. Without money, they won’t be able to have them treated. Without warm clothes and warm food, they’ll never get better. It’s bad enough that taking care of their hygiene is hard to accomplish due to their already poor living conditions, and this was a huge concern for the raven-haired leader.

Once everyone was asleep, Ouma pulled Kiibo to the farthest corner of the abandoned warehouse. With a determined look in his face, he whispered.

“I’m going to join the army.”

Cyan eyes widened in shock at the declaration. “The…army? What are you saying all of a sudden, Kokichi…?”

Ouma grabbed the albino by the shoulders, “They offer food, money, shelter, and healthcare, to every recruit’s families. If–if I join, we could offer everyone in DICE a better life. Me alone should be more than enough…that’s why I’m going to leave DICE to you, Kiibo.”

“No.”

“What?” purple eyes stared at the albino in shock. Unused to hearing his dear friend speak in such a cold manner.

Kiibo shrugged the raven haired child’s off his shoulders. “I said no. I can’t let you go through with this, Kokichi. They–we, need you. You’re our leader…that’s why we can’t afford to lose you.”

“What are you talking about? You’re a leader too! You can take care of them even without me,” Ouma grasped the albino by the shirt. “Why are you so against this, Kiibo? I’m doing this for everyone! Are you saying you’d prefer having everyone live like this forever? Do you want them to die because of this, Kiibo?”

The albino flinched before looking down and clenched his fists. “…I…can’t. I can’t do it. I can’t lead them as well as you do, Kokichi. No one can take your place–not even me!”

“…Kiibo…” Ouma moved to hold his hand to calm him down. Doing this always calmed his friend down. “I know you can do it. You were the one who saved me before, what difference does this make?”

“…”

Ouma squeezed his hand. “Come on. I promise to come back. You can hold the big leader position for me while I’m gone. And when I come back, I’ll snatch it right back from you. What do you say?” he smiled.

“S…ry…”

Amethyst eyes widened. “Hm?”

Kiibo lifted his tear-stricken face as he squeezed his friend’s hand back. “I’m sorry, Kokichi…but I just can’t let you.”

“What–?”

Everything happened too fast. At first he was worried for his friend since it’s rare for him to cry, even if it’s just between the two of them. But the next thing he knew, his hand got pulled and bent in a way it wasn’t supposed to and pain spiked up his right arm as half of his face was forcefully pressed against the concrete. It hurts. It hurts. IT HURTS!!!

Ouma wanted to scream, but he didn’t want to wake the others. Especially not to the sight of Kiibo breaking his arm. The raven-haired child resorted to gritting his teeth instead as he cried. Why, why, why is this happening? Why is Kiibo doing this? Kiibo would never hurt him. Kiibo would…never…why would he…

The shorter child fainted as the pain got unbearable–the last thing he remembers was the sound of his bones snapping and his dear friend’s hushed cries of “I’m sorry.”

Kiibo was nowhere to be found the next day.

Everyone was panicked when they found Ouma in a near-catatonic state as he was seated by the wall in the morning. His face was dirtied, and his arm was carefully wrapped in a sling made out of their albino leader’s favorite black and white handkerchief. No one knew what happened, no matter how many times they asked, their raven-haired leader wouldn’t respond at all.

They now knew better than to ask about the albino’s whereabouts after Ouma snapped at them for the first time for prodding too much. But despite his utter refusal to even talk about the missing albino, everyone noticed how well their leader took care of the black and white patterned handkerchief. To the point where he’d start panicking or even get angry if someone ever misplaced it.

Since Ouma couldn’t do any work in his current condition, the other children who were able had to shoulder his usual duties. But without Kiibo’s guidance and Ouma’s cooperation, they were at a loss and finding food was difficult. They weren’t as used to the winding streets of their neighborhood compared to their two leaders, so most of the time, they barely had enough food to eat. And the fact that Ouma refused to eat just so someone else could have a bite didn’t help their peace of mind at all.

It took a little over a month for Ouma’s arm to heal and for him to return to his usual demeanor. Their usual routine settled back into place once he got things back to order and taught everyone the basics. Everything was back to the way it was before, save for Kiibo’s absence. No one was aware of the sleepless nights Ouma subjected himself to, the only thing on his mind was Kiibo as well as questions he never got the answers to. He winced, moving to rub his right arm to ease the pain. He was already more or less healed, but whenever he thought of his old friend, he would feel a sharp pain spread through his arm just like back then. It was more of a psychological kind of pain rather than physical, it was something he’s learned to ignore as the days went by, which is why he never told the others about it. He didn’t want them to worry over him even more.

He was staring out the lone window of the warehouse one tranquil night, his eyes were trained on the artificial moon as he drew slow and soothing circles on his right arm. His breath hitched at the memory of Kiibo hurting him. It hurt. It still hurt. But it’s not supposed to. Why…why would Kiibo do something like that to him? He wouldn’t do something like that without reason. There has to be a reason!

“Where are you…Kiibo?” he clenched his fists as he cried silently. “I…can’t do this without you, either…stupid…!”

It was only months after did they get to hear news regarding Kiibo. It came in the form of a thick, white envelope addressed to their leader. Everyone was confused at first, considering the fact no one should have known that they were living in the warehouse. Which only speaks volumes of the authenticity of the the letter–Kiibo personally left it in the warehouse for them to find.

Inside the letter was a small slip of paper that had what looked like an address scrawled on it along with a thick wad of cash. As soon as the leader saw its contents, everything clicked into place for him. Suddenly overcome with intense feelings he didn’t know the name of, he launched the envelope against the wall as hard as he could, letting the bills spill out of the envelope as soon as it was airborne.

                    Kiibo had joined the military in his place.

Ouma’s expression darkened, his eyesight was shaking and out of focus and his body was wracked with tremors as soon as he processed such fact. ‘The reason why he broke my arm was to…!”

“Leader, what’s wrong?” one of them worriedly asked.

Ouma’s snapped up to look at his companions. He clenched his fists hard enough to break skin. “…I know where he is now.”

“Huh? You do?”

“Does that mean we can see Kiibo again?!”

“Far from it!” the raven-haired child snapped, eyes widening in shock before he regained his composure. “…It’s the opposite. We…might not be able to see him ever again.”

That was how everyone learned of what transpired about that fateful night that left their precious leader broken and hurt. And even with such knowledge, they found it difficult to blame the albino. The frustration Ouma’s felt had washed over everyone. They were all at a loss.

“What do we…do with this?” the ash-blonde boy asked. “It looks like Kiibo wanted us to go to this address. Not to mention the money…”

Ouma already knew what Kiibo’s intentions were. They were partners for the longest time after all. He should be able to tell as much. But this–how could he accept something like this without saying a word? Then again…with this money, everyone wouldn’t have to struggle with food, clothes, and their hygiene! He…he can’t possibly drag everyone down just because of his own selfish feelings…

Ouma turned around, “…Not now. There are still some military men roaming about. That could be a trap to lure us out. Once the army is gone, we can check the address out.” A twinge of guilt blossomed in his chest. No matter how bad lying to his friends–his family, made him feel, Ouma knew he needed this lie. He needed more time for himself to think things through, to help him heal.

A few more months had passed and now the military was no longer roaming their area. There were more news of missing children spreading among the squatters, however.

‘It seems the rumors had proven to be true,’ Ouma thought bitterly as he led the others through a secret path he and Kiibo found. It was the best way to travel without grabbing too much attention. After all, people would surely be suspicious seeing a flock of street kids enter what may or may not be their new home, right? That right there only spells trouble. The envelope was carefully stashed inside his right sleeve. The weight of it against his arm was a grim reminder to be careful of his surroundings.

“Leader! I see it!”

Ouma’s head snapped upwards, his eyes trained on what looks like a two-storey home. Suddenly he wasn’t sure if they got the right address, and it looked like the others were feeling uncomfortable as well. It felt like they were…outsiders. Like they were trespassing in someone else’s home, despite knowing that the letter stated otherwise. Before hesitation could settle in the young leader’s mind, the door to their ‘home’ had cracked open, revealing the face of a woman in her late 30s.

“Oh! It seems you have finally arrived. We’ve been expecting you, Ouma-kun. Come inside.”

A house, and some guardians to look after them…just how much of a worrywart could Kiibo possibly be?

Ouma took a deep breath before signalling the others to follow. The woman flashed them a warm smile as she stepped aside and let the children enter. Nothing bad will happen–he trusts Kiibo. He knows they’ll be okay.

[Present Time.]

“Leader, are you okay?!”

Ouma turned to look at his twin-tailed subordinate and family, “It’s nothing…I just got scratched a little. Anyway, what’s the status? Why are we still stuck waiting here?”

“From what I’ve heard from conversations between some soldiers…it seems the army is making use of robots to help them in the war. And right now they’re waiting for that unit to regroup here.”

Purple eyes widened at the new information. “Robots…? Huh. Who would’ve thought.”

“Mhm! Also…” The young woman looked around before leaning closely, “We already looked around for him, but it seems like he’s not here. But the others are still checking around just in case we missed him.”

“I see…” Ouma hummed. “He was probably assigned elsewhere. The breach was too sudden after all. They need all the manpower they can get.”

“We’ll be okay, right?” another voice chimed in. They both turned to look at the long haired girl, clutching the hem of her skirt. “…I was supposed to meet up with my friends at the amusement park today…but suddenly…” tears welled up in her eyes. “M-my friends…”

Ouma hastily moved from his seat and engulfed the girl in his arms and rubbed her back. “Shhh…it’s okay. You’ll be okay. We’ll be okay. The army has Kiibo with them. We’ll definitely make it.”

“B-big brother…” she sobbed. She was the youngest in their group–but she had the misfortune of watching her friends get slaughtered by the Outsiders. She would have been next, if the military didn’t arrive on time. Her experience of living in the slums helped her survive for a bit longer since it taught her how to hide from pursuers.

“He’s already here?”

“Yeah. He just arrived ten minutes ago.”

“Alright, we better hand him our report so it would speed things up.”

Ouma instinctively eavesdropped on the conversation of passing soldiers, his hands continued its ministrations on his adoptive sister’s back. ‘Him?’

“Ah, there he is. Excuse me, Captain Iidabashi!”

Ouma froze, and it seems his companions heard it as well. The raven-haired man hastily scanned the vicinity for a certain albino he hasn’t seen in years. The temporary shelter was quite crowded with civilians, so he had to stand on the tips of his toes, trying to get a glimpse of the ahoge Kiibo always sported.

“Leader, wait!”

Ouma didn’t. He couldn’t. He needed to see him right now. He weaved his way through the crowd with ease, eyes focused on the backs of the two soldiers who were heading in the same direction as he was. He got knocked around quite a bit, and even lost sight of the soldiers, but there he was.

The familiar sight of his windswept, snow-white hair, made him feel nervous. Kiibo had his back turned towards him at the time and was conversing with the two soldiers from earlier. Ouma didn’t notice anything amiss until he took a good look at his friend.

Kiibo wasn’t wearing the same uniform as the two soldiers–it wasn’t the fact that Kiibo clearly held a high enough position to be held in high regard. Rather…his body was covered with metal plates, and something about his movements felt a little off.

…Maybe he was overthinking things. It could just be a special armor the government helped the military develop to lessen the casualties in the military. That thought isn’t too far-fetched, considering the fact that the military apparently had robot soldiers fighting with them.

“Hey you! This isn’t a conversation a civilian should be privy to.”

Ouma flinched. ‘Huh…? When did I–?’

He had unconsciously worked towards them.

The albino’s head perked up before turning to look over his shoulder.

Ouma felt his blood run cold as soon as their eyes met.

Cold cyan eyes, pale skin that could be easily attributed to a corpse, dark lines under his eyes–it was Kiibo…but…it…it can’t be, right?

“Kokichi…!” the albino gasped.

Ouma fell to his knees, overwhelmed by too much information. That was it. That was the proof that this was real. Ahhh…his right arm is hurting again…

“Kokichi?! H-hang in there!”

His body was as hard and cold as the steel plates protecting his body. But his voice was just as warm and soft as he remembered.

Ouma fainted from the shock.

When he came to, he was back in his designated room, everyone was there this time. They were all asleep, obviously exhausted from the entire situation, and even more so with Ouma fainting as soon as he saw–

Knock. Knock.

His head perked up at the sudden noise. “Who is it?”

Instead of a verbal response, a slip of paper had slid under the crack of his door. Curious, Ouma carefully moved out of his bed to pick it up.

“It’s me. We need to talk.”

Ouma’s grip on the message tightened to the point of crumpling the paper. He took one last glance at the others before silently leaving the room, shutting the door behind him.

“Not here. I don’t want them to worry.” Was all he said, eyes trained on the ground, refusing to look the albino in the eye.

Kiibo didn’t mind–he already expected such a reaction from the headstrong leader he’s always known. “Understood. I know a place where we can have some form of privacy.”

Kiibo’s stiff manner of speech honestly bothered him. It felt so off. So wrong. “Okay.”

Silence fell upon them, the only sound they could hear were their footsteps as Kiibo led him to the second floor of the shelter.

“…It seems you’ve grown taller than me over the past few years.”

“Huh? Oh…yeah…I guess…” mumbled Ouma.

Their conversation died there and then.

“We’re here.”

Ouma idly rubbed his right arm upon realizing that the albino led him to his own quarters. ‘Some form of privacy,’ he says. His quarters was straight up off-limits to non-combatants. Kiibo urged the raven-haired male to enter his room first before following. The first thing Ouma did as soon as they were both inside, was land a punch on him, catching both of them off-guard.

“Ko–”

“You asshole!” Ouma shouted, ignoring the pain in his knuckles. “How could you do this to me?!” The dam that kept his tears at bay for the past few years had easily crumbled the moment he got a better look at the albino. “You didn’t want me to join the army, and yet here you are now! You fucking hypocrite! You…you better have a damn good explanation for this!”

“…I knew that this would happen as soon as we meet again…” Kiibo murmured as he got up from his place on the floor. “That’s why I sought you out tonight. You have a lot of questions running in your mind, don’t you? I’ll answer all of them, I promise you.”

Ouma looked away, obviously still livid, but nodded anyway. He flinched when he felt cold fingers make contact with his bruised hand.

“But first we need to treat your hand before it gets worse. We don’t have much supplies here, it would be bad if your wound gets infected,” the albino led him to his bed and pulled out a first aid kit from his drawer and carefully disinfected the raven-haired male’s hand before wrapping bandages from his knuckles to the tips of his fingers.

“There,” Kiibo smiled.

He hated how easy it was for Kiibo to defuse his anger with just a smile. But there’s no way he’s going to admit it right at this moment. Once the albino was finished, he murmured out his thanks. The atmosphere grew cold the moment Kiibo returned the first aid kit to its proper place.

“Now then…what do you want to know?”

Purple eyes flicked up and gave the albino a pensive once-over. “…Your appearance. What…what happened to you?”

Kiibo inspected himself before returning his attention to his companion. “Ah. This…is the result of enlisting in the military.”

Ouma perked up at the information. “What? How could–but those soldiers earlier looked normal!”

Kiibo heaved a sigh as he took a seat on the bed, “…That…is something I must apologize for.”

“What do you mean?”

“I lied to you.” His cyan lenses glowed under the dim lighting of his room as he turned to look at the raven-haired male. “…It was a week before I left. While I was mapping out a route for the next supply run we were planning to go on, I heard two soldiers talking. They essentially talked about how the children they were going to recruit are supposed to undergo an experimental program. It was this.”

Kiibo stretched his arm for Ouma to touch and feel. Cold, hard, and lifeless…much like metal. “Building robots from scratch would take up too much of our current resources, not to mention the possible damage and maintenance it would require. And that’s how they came up with this idea where they’ll use the human body as a base, and will just install these parts to enhance our performance. Naturally, depending on how substantial these enhancements were, it would definitely stunt our growth, which is why they waited for our bodies to mature before conducting the operation.”

Ouma pursed his lips as he slowly dropped the albino’s arm. “…Why were those other soldiers normal?”

Kiibo leaned back, eyes on the ceiling. “Due to the escalating tension Outside, the government decided to stop making new cyborg soldiers so the military could focus on the war instead of dividing its attention between the battle and developing soldiers who would no doubt become stressed due to their new condition, which makes them unable to fight in the front lines anyway.”

“Why…did you have to go?” the raven resorted to bite his lip to stop himself from breaking down, which only proved to be futile. “You didn’t want me to enlist because of this, fine! But why did you have to go?!” he moved to wipe his tears on his sleeve. “All you had to do w-was…was tell me. You didn’t have to hurt me! I would have understand!”

Kiibo wordlessly pulled his dear friend into a hug, relieved that the other didn’t make any protest when he did so. “…I did what I thought I had to do. I didn’t want you to be subject to something like that…but what you said was true. If we lived our days on the streets, we would eventually die off one by one, and I didn’t want that. That’s when I thought that…if it’s for you–for everyone, I’ll do anything to keep you safe.”

“I’m sorry, Kiibo…It’s my fault you ended up being a weapon to the government…“ murmured Ouma.

“…It is fine,” Kiibo closed his eyes as he rubbed soothing circles on his companion’s back. “Like I said…I’ll do anything to keep you safe.”

Ouma powerlessly hit the albino on the shoulder. “You stupid worrywart…How many times did I tell you to worry about yourself once in a while…?”

Kiibo blinked a few times before chuckling–something he hasn’t done in years. “I lost count.”

“So…captain, huh. What’s the deal with that?” Ouma took this chance to inspect the interior of his friend’s room. It didn’t have much in it other than the essentials like the bed and the bedside drawer and the study desk. He noted the neat stack of paperwork that rested atop the wooden desk.

“Hmm…” hummed Kiibo. “I’m the last cyborg from the first Cyborg Unit. I’ve had more battle experience compared to the current ones we have right now. Other than battle experience however, I also have the most enhancements recorded in the database. I wasn’t all like this from the start, actually. To tell you the truth, the first thing they ‘enhanced’ was my left leg.”

“Just a leg?” Ouma’s eyes widened.

“It was a test to see how fast I could run even with just one enhanced leg,” the albino continued. “But due to my earlier rookie mistakes and several brushes with death, they had to enhance all the other parts of my body just to keep me alive. Others weren’t as lucky. They either died from the operation or the war itself.”

“…I see.”

“E-enough about me. Tell me more about you guys. How were you doing?” Kiibo didn’t even bother trying to hide his intention to change the subject. They haven’t seen each other in years, they have better things to talk about than war.

Ouma had a lot to tell him. About fifteen years worth of stories!

That’s how the tension between them dissipated, only leaving behind that same comfort they found in each other in their childhood years.

Ouma told him about their awkward days living in a proper home for the first few weeks, the even more awkward days of going to a high school after years of being homeschooled. How everyone smiled more and felt safer living in a home meant just for them.

“I was on my way to my part time job when this all happened, actually…” Ouma sighed.

“Oh…” Kiibo pursed his lips. “What kind of part-time job was it, if I may ask?”

The raven-haired male looked away while rubbing the back of his neck timidly. “…The bakery.”

Cyan eyes glowed in amusement. “Bread, huh. That sure takes me back–”

“Whatever!” Ouma fumed, face flushed from embarrassment rather than anger. “I wanted to…make up for that time.”

“It’s okay, Kokichi, I know you love bread. No need to be shy–”

“S-shut up! When did you start becoming so vocal, anyway?!”

Kiibo simply responded with a laugh.

“Captain, you are needed on the front lines. The Outsiders are making their way to the shelter!”

Kiibo stiffened as soon as he heard his subordinate’s voice in his earpiece. “…I have to go.”

“Huh? Wait why?”

Kiibo hastily made his way for the door, “I need to go. They’re coming. There’s a basement level, take everyone with you there. I’ll inform the other soldiers to start evacuating the civilians.”

“W-wait, Kiibo!” the cyborg turned to look over his soldier.

“What is it, Kokichi?”

“Come…home,” Ouma started. “You better come home with us after all of this!” he pulled the familiar checker-patterned handkerchief out of his pocket, which took the cyborg off-guard.

“Kokichi…so you still had it…” Kiibo smiled. “…I will. I promise I’ll come home.”

While most of his body got replaced with metal parts…he still had his heart. A heart that only beats for Ouma and their precious family.

[Year 0005]

Bing! Bong!

“I got it!” Ouma called, jogging towards the door. He didn’t bother checking the peephole before flinging the door wide open. World War V3 had already ended years ago with the biggest number of recorded casualties compared to the previous World Wars. Right now they were currently on their fifth year of peace since the war ended. The world leaders all decided to reset the calendar–a hard reset to help them start anew. Needless to say, the real sun was hotter and the real moon was twice as beautiful. He honestly didn’t think he’d be able to experience all of this in his lifetime.

“Kokichi…I’m home,” Kiibo smiled.

Ouma was left agape. When Kiibo told him how he was coming home that day, he had expected him in his military garb. But instead, what he got was a more human-looking Kiibo, the only tell-tale sign of his status as a cyborg were his glowing cyan lenses.

“Y-your appearance–”

“Yes, well…they had to uninstall all of my weapons in accordance with the World Treaty,” Kiibo rubbed the back of his neck out of nervousness. “They offered to cover what’s left behind in synthetic skin after that, and I accepted.”

“Ahh…”

“LEADER IS HOME!” “GUYS! KIIBO’S FINALLY HOME!”

“W-woah wait hold on calm down you guys!” Ouma lost his footing as he got tackled along with Kiibo. That’s how they ended up buried under a tangled mess of limbs and giggling young adults.

Kiibo laughed, “I’m home, everyone.”

Ouma eventually found himself laughing along with the sheer ridiculousness of the situation, “…Welcome home, Kiibo.”

Notes: Sorry for taking so long to fill this prompt. This needed a lot of brainstorming that I wasn’t ready for. akfjsd I hope you didn’t give up on me. I also hope that you’ll like this one, anon!

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Hahaha don’t worry, dear! I happened to do the same,so it’s fine! I’m really happy that you like my writing so much, it makes mefeel really excited, so ask what you want! If I can’t/don’t want to writesomething, I’ll still answer you. Moreover, don’t worry if it takes me a bit towrite, but during the week I have lectures, lessons, assignments…a living hell.So, I’m a lot slower, but I’m going to do it either way! About this…emh, sinceI was really busy, I made a mistake and made it based on the eight sentenceinstead of dialogue! I’m really sorry, If you want I’m going to write even thatone! Please forgive my clumsiness!

Hope you enjoy it either way!

 Overdoing

Now, a pouting Akashi was adorable.

 It was a worldwideknown fact that he was.

His usually polite smile melted in a tense line and hischeeks puffed up childishly; he stubbornly averted his gaze and crossed hisarms, shuffling his feet on the floor.

Actually, in any other occasion, Midorima would havegrinned and hugged him from behind, feigning exasperation at his cheekiness.

Not now.

Not when locked up in the airport police’s office.

“Please, Seijuurou, explain me again why we’re here.” Heasked, seated on an uncomfortable chair. They were shut in a small, blue roomwith only an intermittent light and a plastic table with two empty cups of coffee.Midorima fixed his gaze on the boy seated in front of him, still sulking, buthe continued to look at the table between them.

“I made a mistake.” He replied plainly, irritationwritten all-over his face.

“Saying you made only “one” it’s an euphemism.” Midorimahuffed, fixing his glasses. Good way to spend their special day.

Akashi immediately straightened his head and glared athim.

“I planned everything perfectly, Shintarou. It wasjust one mistake.” Repeated for the thousandth time in an hour. Midorima wantedto bang his head against the table. He was moved, truly moved by his intentionsbut…

“You decided to spend our first anniversary livingtogether in Paris, Seijuurou.” Reminded him coldly.

“It would have been romantic.”

“You planned everything secretly, on your own.”

“It was a surprise.”

“You kidnapped me from my lessons. No wait, you madeyour driver kidnap me from my lessons. In front of everyone.”

“I’m sure someone will lend you his notes.” As if thatwas the problem.

“You wanted to stay away for two weeks, in the mostexpensive hotel of Paris.”

“I like to do things properly.”

“And, on top of everything, you forgot to check if Ihad or not the passport. You brought me blindfolded at the airport and passedthe check-in leaving me with one of your men. Only then, when it was my turn topass, still blindfolded, you discovered that, in fact, I didn’t have one. Finally,panicking you illegally tried to climb over the fences again to reach me and,when blocked, had the courage to bribe the guards to let me pass withoutpassport.” Midorima summed up deadpanned, part of him still incapable to accepteverything that had happened.

At his words, Akashi grimaced and resumed looking atthe floor.

“A mistake, as I said.”

“Why do you have always to exaggerate?” Midorima huffedshaking his head. It should had been a quiet, normal and maybe a bit sweeterday. Not a stressing chain of absurd events that led them to be locked up bythe police.

“I wanted to do something special.” The red-hairedexplained quietly and that was true, Midorima knew.

“What have we said when we started our relationshipabout gifts, anniversaries and special occasions?” The other, however, didn’tflinch and continued with his lecture.

“Have we to talk about it now?” Akashi burst, finallylosing his composure and already eaten by his guilt.

“We wouldn’t be having this conversation if you hadjust listened.” Midorima reprimanded him, rolling his eyes.

His boyfriend huffed and muttered something under hisbreath.

“What have we said?” asked again Midorima, strict asalways.

“To not overdue, to not spend excessive amounts ofmoney and to think like normal, moderate people.” Akashi whispered begrudgingly.He was rich, alright? He wanted to dote on the boy he loved, he wanted to spendeverything for him.

Nonetheless, the truth was that he felt really sorryabout the whole thing. He knew he should have restrained himself. He knew heshould have explained to Midorima his plan, because the hated being unpreparedor confused. He knew he should have reacted in a different way when they hadsaid Midorima couldn’t come with him. It was common sense that bribing was theworst solution (at least in public) but he had…lost it? He didn’t even know howto justify himself. The plane was departing. He had planned that journey forweeks. He and Midorima had been really busy lately and hadn’t been with eachother properly for some time. He was just looking forward so much too it…

Akashi sighed deeply. He hated to mess up and latelyhe was doing it a lot. Only three days ago, he broke the washing machine tryingto do the laundry by himself. Sometimes, he got scared that Midorima could cometo hate this pathetic and imperfect Akashi. It was stupid, he knew becauseMidorima always repeated that he already knew Akashi was human and it was okay,but maybe he was only reflecting his worries on him.

“Well, now we can’t do anything about it, pleaseremember this for the next time,” Midorima concluded, finally relaxing his shoulders.He could see what Akashi was thinking and, now that he had realized his mistakes,he could easily forgive him.

“I apologize for my behavior.” Akashi added softly,but the faint smile on Midorima reassured him a bit. He felt his frustration lightening.

“So, for our anniversary,” Midorima begun to say andAkashi tilted his head curiously, haven’t he ruined everything already?, “Wecould go out for dinner tonight, after they release us, and…take the next weekoff to go to the onsen.” Proposed, a slight blush on his cheeks.

At his offer, Akashi blinked. Once, twice.

“You’re not the only one who wanted to spend some timetogether. I had already planned to ask you tonight.” Midorima specified fixinghis glasses, embarrassed in front of his incredulous stare.

Akashi brightened up, literally beaming, and showedhim a shiny, charming, prince-like smile. Without caring about possibleofficers coming in, he stood up and reached Midorima, who had reluctantlyopened his arms and waited for him stiffly. He seated on his laps and huggedhim tightly.

“I like this idea, we’ve never be to an onsen togetherShintarou.” He mused softly, nuzzling against his neck.

“I knew, that’s why please, next time let’s decidewhat to do together, okay?” prayed, trying to be severe, but his voice wasalready sweeter than usual.

“I’ll try. We could go to Europe during the summerholiday.”

“Seijuurou.”

“Well, maybe.”

“Thank you.” Midorima replied tiredly, but with asmirk on his lips.

“Thank to you, for having saved our first anniversary together.”Akashi smiled earnestly at him, “Not that I care, right now. I believe that ifwe can spend some time together, everywhere is fine.”

“Why didn’t you think about that before?”

“Shintarou.” Akashi threatened with a pout.

“Joking,” he defended himself, giving him a little, blushingpeck on the cheek, “For me it’s the same.” Added averting his eyes and Akashi chuckledsatisfied.

“About tonight,” the former emperor asked.

“Yes?”

“Can I choose the restaurant?”

“No.”

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