#i have to write 3 papers and im fuckin around

[skywarpie]

Girl you look so fuckin tired. Take a nap

[addisonnie]

you, me, mary-jane, & some sharks! (3)

summary: dealer!ellie has an interesting date idea… certainly it has nothing to do with fish.

warnings: cursing, weed, edibles, smooching, bad jokes

request: “loves part 2!!! what if dealer!ellie’s first date with reader was to an aquarium and they take edibles beforehand👀”

a/n: yeah im fucking insane what about it! simply can’t stop writing it’s actually funny at this point. im down so fucking astronomically horribly terribly unequivocally bad. im sorry i got high and fucking pumped this out dealer ellie style. it would be a crime to NOT smoke and write this. it’s true i fear. enjoy!

part 1 —> part 2

———

Sleeping with Ellie is…interesting.

She’s a human starfish, also a human furnace. Yet, also a human ice cube? Her favorite pastime is pressing the bare soles of her freezing cold feet onto your legs and she vehemently refuses to move them off because “you’re so warm, baby!” Another favorite of hers is angrily ripping the covers away from her body in a sweaty, sleep-induced rage, then proceeding to curse you out for stealing all of the covers.

“Babe. Give me the fucking blanket. You’re a hoarder!” She moans and groans all night. She talks in her sleep. And, to top it all off, she is a stage five clinger.

And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

The sun tries its best to slip through Ellie’s blackout curtains, to no avail. Family Guy on the tv provides the only sliver of light throughout her overtly messy room, aside from the singular strand of almost burnt-out string lights. ‘For the ambiance’ she tells you.

Ellie is wrapped happily around you while she sleeps. One of her legs is bent and pressed in between your thighs and her arm is folded and shoved under your head, bent at the wrist to tangle her fingers in your hair. Her other arm somehow made its way under your shirt as she slept, hand cupping your breast. She’s pressed so tightly to your back that your breathing easily melds with hers, pert nipples pressing harshly into your back; The feeling has you grinding down onto Ellie’s thigh.

She stirs for a moment, tugging on your hair and squeezing at your breast, “stop fuckin’ moving.”

Oh, yeah. Ellie is also not a morning person.

You hum happily and turn around in her arms, she opens her eyes and immediately rolls them, letting out the loudest, most obnoxious groan you’ve ever heard in your life. Her hands resituate themselves, one moving to squeeze your ass between her fingers, the other bending around your neck and pulling you into her.

“Good morning my Ellie Bellie!” She rolls her eyes again.

“No. Too fucking early. Will you pass me that joint behind you?” She points to the bedside table behind you and nods her head in the general direction.

Your body contorts in her arms to be able to reach the joint and for someone who literally asked you to get it for her, she’s awfully pissed off that you had the audacity to move from her grasp. When your fingers wrap around the rolled paper and, conveniently, the lighter sitting next to it, she yanks you back into her chest and smacks a kiss to the crown of your head.

“Here, baby.” Ellie grabs the joint from your grasp, and, for a moment, you think she’s going to light it for herself. Wrong! She holds it between two fingers and presses it to your lips, “for the Princess.”

Like always, she lights it for you and holds it while you inhale, “hang on, wait—“

She grips your chin between her long fingers and pulls your face toward hers, “—sharing is caring.”

You inhale the smoke fully before moving your lips to ghost over hers, exhaling the smoke into her mouth. Ellie maintains eye contact while she sucks in the smoke, breaking it only to turn her head and blow the smoke off to the side, “thanks, baby.”

Fuck, that was hot. Like, really hot.

And, again, the joint is being held to your lips. Inhale, exhale, Ellie’s turn.

You’ve moved to sit in between her bent legs, facing her while resting your cheek against her knee. She’s intently watching the episode of Family Guy playing behind you, the joint is hanging from her parted lips and you admire her for a moment. Her eyes widen suddenly and she sucks in a gasp—immediately choking on the smoke she was supposed to be inhaling.

“Jesus—babe! Let it out.” Your hand roughly pats her on the back while she continues to cough out smoke, her eyes still glued to the tv.

The coughing fit lasts a few minutes before she’s standing up with a force so strong you’re immediately knocked over on the bed. She quickly strides to stand beside the tv, her eyes are wild and her eyebrows are almost touching her hairline. Lips parted, she’s panting while pointing to the tv.

“Look at it. LOOK. At it.” She’s making wild pointing gestures to the scene playing on the tv and you’re extremely confused,

“Ellie…what have we been smoking. Are you okay? Are you on something?” She scoffs immediately.

“Babe! Look at the fucking tv! Aquarium! Edibles! You! Me! We!”

“Actually, that’s Lois and Peter.” Another scoff, followed by what could be the largest, most dramatic eye roll you’ve ever seen.

She drops her hands to her sides and gives you an are-you-fucking-kidding-me-right-now look, “well. It should be us. It could be us! Today!”

Ellie holds both of her hands up in a ‘stop’ motion and gestures for you to wait right where you are. She quickly runs out of her bedroom —you are suddenly very, very grateful that she has no roommates because where are her pants?— and runs down the short hallway leading to her living room. Just as fast as she leaves, she returns. A plastic bag is gripped in one of her hands, it’s full of brownies.

“These. Aquarium.” The bag is flown, full force, at your head and she laughs when it bounces from your forehead onto the duvet.

“You are, like, way too excited over this. What happens when you’re tripping balls and boom there’s a shark? What then? Because I’d be pissing my pants.” She clambers onto the bed and quickly straddles you, holding your face in her hands.

“Babe. Baby. Please. Pretty please! I swear to fucking god I’ll protect you from the shark. From all the sharks, ever.” Alright, it’s official. There’s no way to win an argument against Ellie Williams because the minute she pulls those goddamn puppy-dog eyes it’s over. She’s won immediately.

“Oh, fine. Gimme the fuckin’ brownie.” She smiles like a kid in a candy shop and drags your face to hers, pressing wet and sloppy kisses anywhere she can reach. Her fingers are digging into your cheeks and she annunciates each kiss with a ‘mwah’ sound before moving on to press a different kiss in a new location. You’re giggling before you know it, the annoyance of being smacked in the face with a packet of brownies at 9:37am immediately dissipates with each kiss.

She crawls out of your lap and presses a final kiss to your forehead, “get dressed, mamacita! It’s trippin’ time.”

You cringe, “mamacita? Trippin time? Who are you and what have you done with Ellie?”

“Oh, for fucks sake. You are hard to please, woman.” Her rant is followed by the twentieth eye roll of the morning. How can someone be so chock-full of sass this early in the morning?

She bounces over to her closet and rips the folding doors open, “hm. What to wear.”

Her fingers take over the several options in her closet before landing on a gray sweatshirt, then a pair of baggy blue jeans. She pulls them both on before turning back to face you. Nothing has changed. You’re still wearing her flannel from the day before and your underwear—and you’re still cuddled up in bed! Under the covers, too!

“Get your lazy ass up! The clock is ticking, babe! Aquarium time!” It’s your turn for an eye roll. You move to sit on the edge of the bed and take a glance toward Ellie’s open closet.

“Pass me a flannel? Please?”

“Anything for the Princess.” She rips a random blue one off of its hanger and gets on one knee in front of you, bowing while she holds out the raggedy clump of clothing.

“Ah, why thank you, my kind jester.”

Her head whips up immediately, “jester?! I’m a fucking jester to you? Rude.”

You’re both giggling while she unbuttons your current top, slipping it off of your arms.

“Oh—and can I borrow one of your tank tops, too? A white one, it’ll match better.”

She smiles and shakes her head, “stealing my entire closet, are you?”

A white wife beater is fished out of her drawer and she motions for you to lift your arms, slipping the tank top onto your body. She adjusts the fabric over your chest and pauses when she notices your nipples poking through the fabric, “you’re so fucking hot.”

Her thumbs brush over both of your nipples and you shiver, “free the nip and all, but put this on. I’d like to keep those nipples to myself, thank you very much.”

She grabs the new flannel and drags it up your arms, buttoning a few of the buttons in the middle and letting one side of the shirt slouch down your shoulder, perfect for pressing stray kisses. Her hands grab yours and she quickly pulls you to stand up in front of her, “pants time!”

Your jeans are crumbled in the corner of her room and she swiftly retrieves them before skipping back over to you. She squats down and taps your thigh, signaling you to lift your leg and slide it down into the jeans she’s holding open for you. While squatting, she drags the pants up your legs and presses a sweet kiss below your navel before she zips and buttons your jeans.

She takes a step back, “ah! Look at that pretty girl!”

You blush and turn your face away from her, “quit it.”

———

There is no time to slip your shoes on before Ellie is dragging you out of her front door and into her car. Both of your converse piled on the floor of the passenger side, waiting to be put on in the aquarium parking lot.

If there’s one thing anyone should know about Ellie Williams, it’s that she can’t drive for shit.

She’s much more focused on having her hand on your thigh, running up and down the length of it. Her other hand often leaves the steering wheel to change the song playing, which forces you to lean across her body to steer for her. She hits curbs. She slams on the breaks (and, yes. She does the soccer-mom arm thing. Knocks the wind out of you every single time.) She has the most intense yet hilarious case of road rage.

“Fucking asshole! He just cut me off! Did you fucking see that, babe?!” She’s gesturing wildly at the car in front of her and you’d be lying if you said watching her get fired up like this didn’t make you the slightest bit horny.

“I saw, babe. That guy’s an asshole.”

She nods, “dickhead. Massive, huge, big-fat-dickhead.”

Road rage looks good on her.

She can’t park for shit either. You’re sure the people next to her will leave some rude note about how she should go back to driving school or burn her license.

Her car is almost completely out of the lines and she doesn’t bother to check or back up to fix it, she simply unbuckles her seatbelt and leans over the center console to unbuckle yours as well.

“A brownie for you, malady.” She holds the bag open and passes it over to you, “should we split one?”

She nods, “yeah, probably a good idea.”

You rip the brownie in two and pass her half, “well. Here we go.”

————

It’s embarrassing when you realize you’re the annoying amusement-park-line-couple that everyone on the internet shits on for being clingy and PDA obsessed. You’re walking inside the aquarium, one hand holding Ellie’s, the other arm reaches across your body to hold onto her (rather toned) bicep. She constantly leans her head down to press a kiss to your forehead and at one point you watched a small child pinch up his face and make a gagging sound.

“Fucking kids, man. That’s shark bait, right there.”

You bark out a laugh and grip her arm, “Ellie Williams!”

She laughs in response and drags you in the direction of the aquarium tunnel, “this is gonna be so sick, babe. I can feel it.”

It’s a long, long tunnel running under a massive fish tank. Would you even call it a fish tank? There’s way more than just fish. Sharks, stingrays, crabs, is that a mermaid? Oh, you are so high.

“Ellie. Babe.” You’re turning to face her and tugging on her arm like a child. She’s completely enthralled in the exhibit surrounding her: jaw dropped open, eyes blown wide.

You tug on her hand again, “baby.”

She blinks a few times and turns to you, “woah.”

Honestly, you forgot what you were going to say to her. You drop her hand and walk over to the glass, pressing your palms onto it and staring into the water before you.

“Oh my god. I’m so gonna break you guys out of here.” Ellie frowns at the loss of contact and moves to stand next to you. She pauses for a moment before pressing her face into the glass. Her nose is pressed so far into the exhibit that it bends and folds into her face,

“We’re gonna fucking break you all out. Oh my god. Jailbreak. Babe, I’m like…I’m like fucking AquaMan.” She removes her face and turns to face you, eyes glazed over and droopy. The glass beside her is smudged and you can clearly see the imprint of her face on it.

You remove your hands from the exhibit and turn to face her, “you good?”

“I’m so fucking good—holy shit!” A squeak leaves her lips and she immediately surges forward to grab you as a massive shadow passes overhead. You look upward and cower into her arms when you spot an absolutely huge, scratch that, gargantuan, mantaray passes overhead. Holy. Fucking. Shit.

“Babe…can we go to the penguin exhibit instead?”

Ellie nods immediately and drags you out from the tunnel.

———

The penguins are much more entertaining and much less terrifying than those fucking sharks and whatever else was in that tank. You and Ellie sit side-by-side happily in front of the penguin exhibit, her shoulder is pressed into yours and her hand rests on your knee.

“This is much less terrifying.” You nod.

“I actually think I did pee myself a little bit.” Ellie nods back and responds, “me too, if I’m being honest.”

She leans her head on your shoulder, “you peed your pants? You said you were gonna protect me from the sharks. You can’t do that if you’re pissing yourself too!”

You rest your head on top of hers and she scoffs at your outburst, “I can fight and piss myself at the same time. It’s called multitasking.”

“I might be really fucking high right now but I also think that I am in love with you.” The words tumble from your lips and in any other situation you would slap the absolute shit out of yourself for confessing your love on the first date, but in this moment, right here, it was the only thing on your mind.

Without moving or looking up, Ellie responds, “I’ve been in love with you since you made a breaking bad joke about your old dealer. I wasn’t lying when I told you I couldn’t sell anymore ‘cos I’d fall in love, yanno.”

What a strange way to confess your love, you think. Here you are, with your plug-turned-girlfriend, sitting criss-cross-applesauce on the floor of an aquarium, high out of your fucking mind, watching a couple juvenile penguins get their daily fish treat. It’s perfect.

Ellie finally moves her head to look at you, she smiles softly and leans forward to press her lips to yours. It’s a sweet kiss, sweeter than any candy you could ever try, and sweeter than those god awful pot brownies you shared earlier. Her nose squishes into yours when she attempts to deepen the kiss and you giggle into her mouth. Your eyes are half open and you can’t focus fully on the kiss when you catch a glimpse of the penguins behind Ellie. Now… wait a minute.

Did that penguin just fucking wave at you? You swear to god it fucking waved.

You pull back from Ellie and gawk at the penguin looming over her shoulder, behind the glass.

“Ellie, I swear to fucking god that penguin just fucking waved at me.”

She is in shambles immediately, laughing so hard that she’s clutching her stomach and gasping for air. Salty tears slide down her freckled cheeks and she slaps your knee over and over while she tries to calm herself down.

Her fingers scrub at her cheeks while she tries to wipe the tears away, “alright. Time to go home.”

You make her promise that you’ll never, ever, go back to the aquarium while high again. Not if there will be penguins involved, at least.

[thecapricunt1616]

Hello everyone! I am truly sorry for not posting as of late. I’ve been dealing with mental health stuff, also my laptop got broken :( So it hasn’t been as easy to write. I do have my iPad/wireless keyboard, but it just isn’t as comfortable to write on / I worry that the format will look like shit. I do feel poorly though because all of my moots have been writing a lot lately, and my blog has been so dry! I am really trying to get my mental health in check so obtaining a job will be easier and in turn, my work will probably be (somewhat) better. I hope this suffices, though, for the time being. I promise I’m trying to get a new laptop just as soon as I can <3 I appreciate all of your patience with me :) I have never written for our darling prince Lip Gallagher before- but he has been making me fairly crazy lately, so I wanted to give my go at writing for him, I haven’t watched the college Lip ep’s in a while so I hope it’s alright - sorry if it’s not fully canon! Tell me how I did if you’d like! xoxo - Capri <3 :)

(Warnings - smut choking (consensual) unprotected PIV sex, not very edited or proof read bc im tired ❤️❤️❤️)

”Hump my fuckin leg one more time, I swear to god. If you don’t just sit in my fuckin’ lap, and behave y’not gonna like me. I told you, I have 3 more fuckin’ papers to grade- like a cat in fuckin’ heat” he grumbled, not looking up from the homework assignment he’d been grading for the professor he’d been working under.

You pouted, squeezing his thigh that you had been straddling and working your way up to fully dragging your swollen, needy cunt across his worn out denim beneath your flower printed panties. A frustrated huff leaved your lips, before connecting them with the warm, tobacco scented skin of his neck and planting a gentle kiss. “Wanna feel good, Lip. Y’bein mean” you said, voice quiet and laced with the neediness he couldn’t quite ignore, or deny.

“Jesus fucking Christ. Fine, Need a smoke anyway. But you want it so bad, you can fuckin’ get y’self off” he walked over to the dorm window, pushing it open to let out the smoke out and put a cigarette to his lips, lighting it and plopping down on the bed, popping the button of his jeans. You were sat there dumbly, jaw dropped at the fact that he didn’t put up more of a fight. ”You have until the end of this fuckin smoke. You gonna come do somethin’ er sit there lookin’ like a goddamn trout?” He teased.

You quickly got up, pushing him to lay down and tugging his cock just enough out of his jeans and boxers, spitting in your hand before beginning to stroke him quickly, thumbing over his sensitive tip and he grunted softly, smoke plooming out of his nose as he plucked the cigarette from between his lips. “see that fuckin wet stain you left on my jeans? Such a needy whore f’me yeah?” He mused, watching as you pumped him faster, mouth dropping slightly as he hardened in the pressure of your palm until he was throbbing.

”Only yours -“ your jaw falls slack as you ran the tip of his cock through your wet folds, gathering your arousal and using his tip to rub over your clit. His eyes nearly rolled back, putting the cigarette between his lips and taking another large drag. He looked down as you rutted your hips back and forth over his thick now throbbing length.

“Only half a cig left, kitten. You gonna get y’self off with it er’ just fuck around, ‘eh?” He asked impatiently. You rolled your eyes sassily, aligning him with your entrance and sitting back, a whimper leaving your throat since you hadn’t the time to get yourself fully ready for him and the stretch he provided was never anything you could adjust to no matter how many times you took it.

A small grunt left his throat, hips rutting up into you subconsciously a gasp left your throat as he shifted his hips forward, rutting into that most sensitive and spongey spot inside of you that made white stars form behind your lids and your thighs shake. You whine as your head fell back, hips trembling as you lifted yourself up and down over his cock. “Jesus- so fucking big….” You manage to get out, bringing a trembling hand down to play with your puffy, throbbing clit.

”Finally feel good? Hm? Little fuckin’ brat. Shoulda fucked your face instead mm? Bet you’d love that shit” he reached over and put out his mostly gone cigarette on the ash tray and you began furiously rolling your hips, worried he was gonna pull you off and tell you that it was time for him too get back to work.

”Yes- yes daddy, such a brat- your brat. Please- please let me finish- feel so good- please” you rambled, voice needy and begging. He huffed a nearly mocking chuckle, grabbing you by the throat and pushing you down onto the mattress. It wasn’t painful, it just cut off your blood flow just right to where there was this sweet, fuzzy feeling in your head, causing your vision to go slightly hazy around the edges.

“I’ve created a fuckin monster - huh? Addicted t’my cock now. Can’t even go 12 hours without gettin’ filled up.” He was practically speaking into your sweaty, flushed skin of your temple, His voice a gruff row grumble. He used his other hand to rut up your tshirt, palming your tit roughly and rolling your nipple between his fingers. You squeaked out, hips jerking at the motion which urged him deeper and made your eyes roll at the overstimulation.

”shit - like that, huh? You like that? When I pound you this fuckin’ deep?” He snapped his hips faster, short, sweet little ah-ah-ah squeaks being torn from your throat with each nearly punishing thrust. You nod quickly, looking up at him in awe stricken lust as you clench around him.

“Ohh are you gonna cum? Is my little fuckin brat gonna cum? Mmm? You gonna cum around my cock?” He taunts in the shell of your ear, the hand that was playing with your nipple sliding down to play with your clit as the other stated wrapped firmly around your throat. Your hips jerk, feet planting on the bed as your back arches while your body tries to escape the oncoming tidal wave of pleasure that was threatening to take over.

“Mmhmm. Y’gonna cum- feel you fuckin’ milking my cock- go ahead baby - let go” he goads as he stroked your twitching bud faster. You let out something akin to a sob, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes and breath hitching as your vision blurs out momentarily, body going slack other then your trembling thighs, and nails that were slapping and clawing at Lips back as he drives you through it, his thrusts becoming sloppier and harder at the feeling of you pulsating around him like a second heartbeat and your creamy white arousal seeping around him and covering his cock with each thrust.

“That’s fuckin it- that’s it kitten” he groaned, spreading out your pussy with a slack jaw, watching as his cock punched in and out of you, rutting against your g spot each and every time - in turn causing pathetic pleas for you weren’t sure what coming from your throat.

“Please what, baby- want me to fill you up? Hm? Need my cum drippin outta’ you after I fuck you to sleep here so I can finish my fuckin work in peace?” He coos mockingly, tugging you by your hair forcing you to look at him.

You sniffled, tears seeping from the corners of your eyes pathetically and drool dribbling down your chin from how he was fucking you so good your tongue had nearly fallen out of your mouth like some kind of puppy - “s-sorry- jus’love your- your cock” you hiccuped an over stimulated sob as he used his thumb abuse the nub further which in turn caused another strangled moan to leave your throat and head to fall back to the pillow.

“Awww I know Angel. You take it so well- like a good little toy” he mumbled into your skin, his words causing you to clench and dribble around him slightly, the raspiness of his voice mixed with the praise doing something to you you couldn’t quite explain.

“So good- so good daddy m’so good” you cry out as he fills you up, cock twitching and pulsing between your walls in the most delicious way. You gasped in delight, wrapping your legs tight around his hips and tugging your pelvis’ taut and comfortably, enjoying the feeling of being filled up to the hilt.

“Got shit t’do as much as I wanna live in your cunt, baby. Gotta get back at it” he kissed your forehead, grabbing a T shirt from his laundry pile and tossing it to you to clean yourself up as he fixed his jeans and went to sit back at his desk, leaving you well satiated

All be it a little sore and wanting post sex snuggles,

You win some, you lose some.

[ynluvy]

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author’s notes :

okokok hi hello everyone liza here and im finally back with this shitty fic and what not. i decided to start small and gradually build since when i first started writing, i cared too much about things that didn’t matter. but im back! enjoy this kyungsoo fic lovlies <3. also happy new year guys!

so, your car got towed.

not exactly a proud moment for you since you’ve been trying to not-so-sweet talk your way out of it with the operator who’s giving you no time of day.

“come on, man! i was in the gas station for five fuckin’ minutes! can’t you just let me off easy? i’m not even from around here.” you say, trailing behind them as they write your receipt. “not my problem lady, the sign should’ve been enough for you not to park here.” the operator says, ripping the paper off the pad and handing it to you. you look at the receipt and your eyes nearby pop out of their sockets.

“350 bucks!? for a goddamn tow? a tow is 350, really?” you scoff. “this is the worst fuckin’ day ever.” you say as a matter of factly with a dejected smile and tone of voice.

you watch as the operator drives of with your car quite literally in tow, sighing and preparing to walk in the direction of your home.

after walking a couple of miles, you started to see a black convertible kind of easing up on you, speeding up then slowing down almost as if the car itself was unsure of what to do and not the driver. your eyebrow raised as it suddenly caught up to you and came to an abrupt halt, the car jerking back slightly. you shake your head and keep moving forward and hear the car door open, “wait! hold up a minute!” a guy says.

you stop and turn towards the voice, seeing a very attractive unknown man jogging towards you. you tilt your head and furrow your eyebrows in confusion as you have no idea why he would all of a sudden start talking to you.

he catches up to you and you stop. “um, i was driving a couple miles back and i saw you walking and it looked like you needed maybe a ride? i-i know it looks very much like im a serial killer but you really looked like you needed a ride and if you didn’t i’m very sorry but-” he takes a deep breath. “i’m rambling and you don't even know who i am,”

he nervously chuckled and you snickered. “well, who are you then?” his shoulders relaxed and he held out his hand. “kyungsoo. and you are?” “y/n. now what were you saying about that ride?”

long story short you accepted the ride offer. he was a surprisingly nice guy who said that this was quote, “out of his element”. he told you bits and pieces about his life, filling you in on his cooking skills, his love for music and many other things.

you told him about your problem and why you were walking and he offered to pay it for you, no paybacks or transactions needed — as long as you went for a coffee with him.

all rights reserved © ynluvy. All fanfictions belong to me: I don’t allow any of my writings to be translated, copied, or reposted elsewhere. Thank you for understanding.

[randall-lloyd]

my interest in your phonetoy is increasing.... a lot... what would one of the homos do to help the other homo during a breakdown?? :3

So naturally, I'd think steven is more likely to have a breakdown than Matt is

so keep that in mind. [below the cut yall are gonna fuckin hate me bc im actually writing. Like quick one shot writing. bc I can't just explain I have to do it this way.]

Weakness.

That's all Steven felt when he walked into the saferoom. He should've expected this, those idiots he hired seemed too giddy to be working. He should've known they'd do this. It always happens.

There it was. The body of a dead child. Normally, he'd spout the company's slogan. "Sweep...sweep it under the...uh...the rug.." he started to say, but he couldn't finish it. It wasn't fine. None of this was fine. He tried to step forward, but ended up backing up and running to his office.

"Its not fine.." he said. He'd sat down at his desk and held his head, breathing heavily. You'd think years of being around the bloodshed, and even waking up every day reminded of what you are would desensitize you to the horrors of a child dead on the cold floor.

But it didn't. He just held his head and continued trying to breathe steady. It was so much easier said than done, and before long he'd just quit moving altogether, save for the shaking in his hands.

Was time moving at all? Was he dreaming? Where's Matt if he is dreaming? What time is it? Millions of questions fired through the plastic of his head, so much so that is stopped coming out through his voice box and started leaking through the speakers of his receiver. He didn't hear the door open, the questions being louder than his surroundings.

Then he felt a pair of hands gently touch his back, and his mind went blank. This was the police- no worse. A representative of Afton Robotics. He was being sent back to the factory. He was going to die, he was never going to see Matt or their house or their-

"Steven?"

It was like the world stopped. There he was, the only thing that kept him sane in this whole cruel world.

Matt.

"Matt... oh thank goodness..."

"Are you okay, honey? What happened?" He moved to sit on Steven's desk, moving papers aside in a neat pile before doing so. He held his arms open. An invitation the pair knew well. Steven leaned forward and just rested his phone head on Matt's chest.

"Its okay..." Matt whispered, one hand rubbing the phone man's back. His other hand gently fidgeted around with the phone cord connected to the phone.

For a while, the two just sat like that, listening to the sounds in the office and each other's breathing. It was a wonder Matt stayed near Steven. Then again, most people couldn't help but be attracted to Matt's magnetic personality.

Then it sounded like the man was talking, because suddenly his voice cut through all of Steven's grating and painful thoughts.

"You don't have to talk about what happened yet. But tell me sometime so we can fix it. I already know that scary orange man and...Dave did something bad. They keep playing in the dining room."

Ah, the signs that were there. The pair of crayon colored employees had acted like it was their last day at work. Singing, dancing, playing tag or hide n seek. It made Steven's blood boil.

"Hey. It's okay. You don't have to be vulnerable just yet," Matt had whispered, tilting Steven's head to look at him. His dial spun a little, and he just sighed n melted into Matt's touch.

Matt knew just how to help. Quiet talking, gentle touches, and sitting or standing somewhere where Steven could press his face into Matt's chest to listen to his heartbeat.

He didn't even notice when Matt gently took the receiver off of where it was resting. He gently pressed it to his ear while twirling the cord attached to it. Steven did his best to make it seem like his eyes were going wide.

But he didn't have eyes. The best he could do was tilt his head a little. Matt just flashed that familiar smile before whispering into the receiver. Steven should've known, he did this every time when the phone man felt less than ideal.

"I love you, honey," Matt said, pure adoration lacing his tone. "You'll be okay."

Steven was glad to be allowed his moment. Even if the feeling was less than ideal. But he earned it.

A moment of weakness.

[nearly-magic]

i decided to rewrite a part of one of my oumami fanfic chapters because it was LACKING!! but im not gonna update it because i wanna keep the chapters as close to how they were when published, so that my writing skills can be seen improving lol- ANYWAYS heres the small bit of the chapter :3

"Hahahaa! Wooow, what a cool trick that was, Kokichi! Dumbass, heh," Miu joked.

"It's not like you're any better! Here, try doing what I tried to do," Kokichi hands the phone over to Miu. Miu quickly restarts the level, and immediately begins fumbling around.

While Miu was attempting the trick, Kokichi's eyes drifted away from the phone screen. They drifted over to Rantaro, and he couldn't look away. His eyes followed individual strands of his hair over to his piercings. Did he always have those in? Does he not have other ones? Do they not hurt after a while?

Then, his eyes shifted to Rantaro's face. The sun hit his face just right, he was more than just 'pretty'. His eyes were the most charming green he'd ever seen, like shiny polished emeralds with how they sparkled.

His outfit was different from what he wore in the killing game. Well, everyone's was, he didn't know why he highlighted his specifically. He was wearing a plain white T-shirt, which had some kind of brand logo in the corner. He still had his necklace thing however. I wonder if that has any sort of importance to him.

Kaede told a joke, which Kokichi didn't hear, but he watched how Rantaro laughed. His laugh made Kokichi's heart feel like it could soar the skies and touch the clouds, but he was brought back down to Earth when Miu celebrated, excitedly shaking Kokichi.

"Did you see that? I fuckin' did it! I'm a genius! A gorgeous one at that!" Miu yelled, making him cover his ears due to the sheer volume.

"..Huh? Oh! Yeah, awesome! You go girl! Guess ya proved me wrong!" Kokichi faked paying attention because he was focused on something else, something he considered more eye-catching.

"Lemme try now!" He tried to grab Miu's phone, but she pulled away before his fingers could even touch it.

"Wait, dumbass! I'll give you my phone in a second! You're so impatient!" Miu said with a smile. Her phone beeped, indicating it was on low battery.

"Hah! My phone's on five percent! Ah, wait, that means I can't use it either.. Well, I'm a fuckin' winner, cuz I did the trick and you didn't," Miu puts her phone away in her bag and Kokichi complained a little, slumping in his seat.

Everyone had finished their meals already. Miu stands up to go to the bathroom, almost getting tripped by Kokichi. She turns to yell a couple more swear words, then runs off.

Kokichi watches her go away. 'Guess I'll have to talk to these bozos now,'  Kokichi thinks, putting his hands in his pockets. He then unexpectedly feels something in one of them.

He pulls that something out, and discovers it's a piece of wrinkled paper. From before the killing game, presumably.

He unfolded the paper and all it said was 'lol, gay '. He could feel his face get warmer slightly.

He felt called out because of earlier. Not his fault that Rantaro was just that pretty.

What?

He put the paper back in his pocket once he saw Miu coming back. He tried his best to conceal his blushing face, but to no avail. He saw Miu's face turn into a smug one, meaning she thinks she knows what's up.

Before Miu could say anything, Kokichi trips her again, completely throwing Miu off as she starts throwing friendly insults at him again.

[volivolition]

hello we return to ramble about music because music is one of our biggest hyperfixations ever. hai [Do let us know if you're ever tired of us sharing music though Shauaiakdjcjsjdfj]

Do you have a favourite song? A favourite band or musician? PLEASE do share if so, we're always looking for new music especially from friends!!

We have!!! song reccs for you :] Song for the Dead and Song for the Deaf, both by Queens of the Stone Age! Both songs are very red to us [we have synesthesia] and they remind us collectively of Phys Instrument and I!

-PT

HAI HELLO!! my music friends the furies!! (hjfkjh dont worry, i love hearing from you!! :D <33)

2. ooh, thank you PT, i was just listening to Song for the Dead on the subway the other day, it sounded so cool!! i assumed it was a Physique vibe, but so cool to hear who exactly :D im listening to Song for the Deaf now, just really good guitar for both of these songs, the words are sung more lyrical in this one :0 the ending is amusing, just silence and then laughing to the instrumental hdkjh <3 extremely red vibes, you're so right for this <3 thank you for sharing the PT and Fizzy songs :D <33

1. oh god i have to put this under a cut. tl;dr: my current favorite song is Too Sweet by Hozier because it reminds me of Voli and Chemi :]!!

hgkjh did you know my bio used to say "i can relate any hozier song to disco elysium"? the statement is hyperbole, but i love hozier so fuckin much heres just a bunch of nonsense:

"Too Sweet" is a volistry song. to me. ("I take my whiskey neat~" "My coffee black and my bed at three...") echem thinks voli's too uptight ("You keep telling me to live right / to go to bed before the daylight... / but then you wake up for the sunrise... / don't you just want to wake up... / lost in a haze?") and voli thinks echem is too hedonistic ("If you're drunk on life-" "Babe, I think it's great~" "But while in this world... / I aim low / I aim true and the ground's where I go / I work late where I'm free from the phone / And the job gets done / But you worry some, I know.") and in this way they're "too sweet (morally/indulgently)" for each other, but they fall in love around the "You know, you're bright as the morning, soft as the rain" "Pretty as a vine, as sweet as a grape" mark because they start to balance each other out so they're not overworking/refusing all joy and not giving in to every temptation/dangerously ignoring health and responsibility for dopamine and they're GOOD FOR EACH OTHER... im. not normal about them ever i could write essays about them :'] (also the bells in the chorus just hit different i love that shit man...)

i've been meaning to draw Echem with the song "Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene" just for the title alone lmao... but it's absolutely a bop and i enjoy it :]

"Jackie and Wilson" is TRULY LIKE. IS ANYONE SEEING THIS. "Cut clean from the dream at night / let my mind reset / Looking up from a cigarette and he's already left" "He'll know me crazy, soothe me daily, better yet, he wouldn't care / We'll steal his Lexus / be detectives / ride 'round picking up clues" IS ANYONE ELSE HEARING THIS THAT'S FUCKING HARRY AND KIM. HELLO??

my other alternate bio used to read "From Eden is such a de song. if you even care" i need everyone to listen to this and tell me its not a disco elysium song ogughgjkh!!! "Honey, you're familiar / Like my mirror years ago" "Innocence died screaming" "A rope in hand for your other man to hang from a tree" HOZIER MY MAN YOU DID IT BUDDY THAT'S THE GAME!!!

i can perfectly imagine which skill is singing which line to harry in "Almost (Sweet Music)" as he gets over dora and falls in love with kim. imagine them smoking on the balcony together while the skills swirl around them, invisible to kim but nudging harry and each other.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Easy: Success] - Let's get lost and let the good times roll! SAVOIR FAIRE [Medium: Success] - Let's smoke rings from this paper, doll~ SUGGESTION [Medium: Success] - Blow sweet and thick 'til every thought of it don't mean a thing. PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT [Medium: Success] - I got some color back. EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - He thinks so too... INLAND EMPIRE [Formidable: Success] - I laugh like me again... She laughs like you. RHETORIC [Legendary: Failure] - I wouldn't know where to start... PERCEPTION [Medium: Success] - Sweet music playing in the dark. VOLITION [Godly: Success] - *Be still*, my foolish heart- COMPOSURE [Challenging: Success] - Don't ruin this on me...

"First Time" is harry and dora ("the first time that you kissed me / i drank dry the river lethe" YOU MEAN THE GREEK RIVER THAT MAKES YOU FORGET EVERYTHING HOZIER???), "Eat Your Young" is truly a Disco Elysium vibe song of political ideology, do i even have to mention "Take Me to Church" for the idolization of Dora? and "Like Real People Do" [just straight up starts sobbing on the floor.] when the... the two people with similarly sad pasts learn to grow and heal together... we should just kiss like real people do... fucking hell man...

i also like!! AJR (current fave: Inertia [waltz time my adored]), The Oh Hellos (Hieroglyphs [the beat! the melody! the lyrics! singing together! ough my love... i miss choir]), The Altogether (See The Day [makes me cry. volition song i think]), American Authors (Luck [longtime favorite]), and Ricky Montgomery (currently it's Cabo but god this man's got bops. This December. Line Without a Hook. Get Used to It. Snow [<- desaturated blue song]. My Heart is Buried in Venice. okay thats it i promise hdkjh)

[actualbird]

got tagged by @theres-a-bea for 15 questions for 15 mutuals tag game, thanks for the tag :D

making a separate post cuz i didnt wanna make the first one too long or ping other ppl with notifs jhVKJHSVFJKSHD

1. are you named after anyone? my legal name, yeah! thanks to the baptism requirements, ive got the name of a saint. not telling u which because it's a kinda uncommon name and i dont wanna get doxxed JVJKSDF

2. when was the last time you cried? this morning, it's part of my routine to just cry in the morning so ive gotten all the pesky emotions out of the way to function mostly normally for the rest of the day jlHVKJS

3. do you have kids? do cats count? these r my two babies, bully and gato

4. do you use sarcasm much? not very much actually!

5. what sports do you play? none. in high school intramurals, i was part of the chess team and the games of the generals team. board games and Thinking is as strenuous as my physical activity gets jkhsvjfkhsvdkf

6. first thing you notice about other people? if IRL, i notice their height. if online, i notice like.....text quirks and stuff. i also like noticing what makes people laugh, cuz i like making ppl laugh and cuz 90% of why ppl keep me around is cuz im the funny guy so i gotta make sure i do my due diligence in keeping that up JKVSKJFVSDKJHF

7. eye color? dark brown

8. scary movies or happy endings? happy endings ALWAYS. i like the angst before the storm but i love a hopeful ending. and ive got a horribly low tolerance for horror JHVSKJDFVS i get....scared very easily....

9. any special talents? too many useless party tricks....i can recite all the countries of europe from memory in under 40 seconds, i can fold a paper crane behind my back or blindfolded, i can twist my right arm 360 degrees, i can make a trilling/purring noise from my throat, i can dislocate my right shoulder. these are all SO useless. but funfact! the countries of europe thing was a talent i showed off in a JOB INTERVIEW once. and then i got hired and ive been working that job for more than a year until now jkHVKJFSDFJVJ SO HEY MAYBE USELESS PARTY TRICKS HAVE THEIR UTILITY SOMETIMES!!

10. where were you born? //taps sign of i dont wanna get doxxed HAKSJFHVS

11. what are your hobbies? reading, writing, drawing, some crafts stuff when the mood hits me (crocheting, origami, making miniatures, sewing)

12. do you have any pets? YES, there were my two babies the cats. and my family is rlly into pets so this house has more animals than humans. we also have 2 labradors, 2 beagles, 1 jack russel terrier/poodle mix, and 1 turtle. it's a fuckin zoo over here

13. how tall are you? five foot one

14. fav subject in school? english!!! anything literature!!!!!!

15. dream job? man, yall got dreams? KJHVSFSKLFSDLJ. idk im a horridly ambitious-less person nowadays. as long as i get paid and im not treated like shit, im good with that

and now to tag........ @samsspambox (I KNOW TRIXIE ALREADY TAGGED U BUT UR THE FIRST WHO COMES TO MIND JFHGVKJSDH), @lukevonhagen, and uhhhh thats everybody i feel comfortable pinging HAHA. no pressure to do it, and everyone else pls feel free to yoink the meme and do it for urself :D

[criminal-sen]

Heeehhoo I got multi tagged for this so ty to prev, @fractoluminescence and also to op<3 (ps I don't have any characters who I'm super like 'it me!!!!' But I found. some guys idk)

Okay Tetsuo from Akira is a shit in the movie for sure, like he does not handle his newfound powers very responsibly (tho who can rly blame him imho). But Tetsuo in the manga is a whole different level of Shit, he's the same unhinged mess of hormonal teenage.. machismo bullshit.. mixed with 'whoops I have godlike powers I didn't ask for nor can I comprehend without my mind shattering, guess I'll proclaim myself GodKing/Drug Lord/Bike Gang Ruler/Harem Owner/whatever strikes my fancy bc im the biggest strongest toughest man around💪 and i do!!!! what i want!!!!!' and then he sits there on his throne just fuckin. FUMING and unhappy and man.. idk.. that's just such a relatable vibe to me. A teenaged me surely would've been just as wild and angsty about my newfound powers (and maybe even a present day me, who knows) tho I like to think I'd be uhhhh 😏💅 a bit better at it tbfhhhhh.. like I contemplate. thr world. and thr horrors. I'm basically a monk I would be fine:) *immediately explodes into giblets*

Ruth from Ancient Magus Bride is literally just a doggo, he wants to do a good job and protect the ppl he cares about and Bite anyone who threatens them. And um. Yah😒 v easy to see how thats relatable ig. I'm protective of the ppl who are important me, holy shit🤯 (this is sarcasm) But also like.. I'm kind of a directionless wet blanket of a person on my own??? I need a s/o or a friend to be like 'okay it's time for Outside, you wanna go outside???' so there's uh. There's also that:)

Kisame Hoshigaki is 100% 'idk I just work here' vibes, for the majority of his screen time he's the absolute least fanatical-acting Akatsuki member. It's this air of mystery around him.. like he's doing all these dangerous fights with the same emotional gravitas as a blue collar worker punching in for another shift at the ol paper mill or whatever. Does this mean he's just ridiculously strong and has no reason to be concerned? Or is he secretly the MOST fanatically devoted member, he just is rly good at hiding it??? I'm not gonna plot spoil lol. But I fuck very heavily with those vibes, more as an aspiration than a relatable thing tbfh (I have zero chill smh)

*slyly inserts my own art😏* Lastly Mayuri cuz ofc I'm gonna put him. I think that Mayuri's character is largely up for interpretation- how much of his personality is an act, wtf happened in his past, why is he so uhhhh (insert weird and off-putting trait) - and that's a big reason why I was drawn to him. Him being a villain (or at least villainous) only makes him better for all the negative shit I air out in my ff. Like believe me, I have Cursed this man lol

On a lighter note (and sorry for the repeating, I've said all this before in SO many other posts) the mad scientist part of him, specifically the 'constantly modifies his own body' part, has helped me work thru being - and coming out as - trans. Sometimes I wish I had a cooler coping mechanism bc 'yah this uhhhh weird anime guy helped me transition' isn't very fun to say outside of very limited circles dhdgdvdvdv but I appreciate him just as much as ever and Need to get back to writing my ffs about him😭

I used alllllllll my brain cells writing this (none left for tagging ppl, plus I always tag the same 3 ppl I stfg) so if u see this and u wanna do it, feel free<3

Moots! Show 4 characters who have a personality similar to yours

(Just to pass the time)

@jack-in-finit @srtruth @toxictaicho @r473n

[saeyoungs-angel]

⨳​ hindering studies — mha

starring. bakugou & you

plot. your grumpy bestfriend tells you he's busy after class, yet you give no fucks—letting yourself in, you wait in his dorm so you can simply vibe to his music and pen scribbling.

genre. fluff, comfort(?)

cw. swearing obviously, reader had a bad day, maybe ooc bakugou? not rly sure but kinda

notes. found a nice little video on yt that followed this plot just a bit, though ive added alot to it lol. thought sleeping in his bed while he studied sounded nice asf so here u are! feedback on how i write him is extremely helpful, and im sorry if u dont like or know these songs! u can replace them with others if ud like:)

likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated! <3

𓆩☆𓆪

“what’re you even doin’ here?”

wrapped up in his duvet, bakugou’s gruff voice drags you out of your once half-asleep state. you lift your head slightly and give him no answer, eyes raking over his mien of annoyance. he sighs, shoving off his shoes aggressively.

“you know i’m busy, so why do you keep hangin’ around like a lost puppy dog or some shit?”

his words of irritation would sting if you didn’t know any better—he enjoys your presence, atleast more than anyone else’s. he may still claim you’re an extra, but his sleepy murmurs on the nights neither of you can sleep say otherwise. you huff loud enough for bakugou to hear, his mirage of disliking you is embarrassingly fake.

“don’t mind me, i’m not even here.”

“whatever.” he grumbles, beginning the trek around his dorm to find his studying supplies. his notes, a pencil or two, and his speaker—the last part is very important. as his digits land on the object, you can’t help but sit up abruptly.

“wait! can i play a song this time, too?” your voice is woven in excitement, hoping to flaunt your music taste. while it isn't very far from his, you have a couple songs that you feel he might enjoy.

he shoots a glare your way. “no.”

he presses the on button firmly as you plead in the background, “just one! please, kats?”

“fine, just put it on the queue and go back to fuckin’ sleep so i can study.” you feverishly snatch his phone at this, bakugou grumbling once again after caving in at the use of his nickname.

handing his device back, you hands brush briefly and you have to force yourself to think of other things, a blush creeping onto your cheeks at the feeling of the minute contact. even though you’ve both fallen asleep beside each other, you still fluster easily.

hopping back into his bed, it creaks softly with the movement. as you rest your head on his pillow, a beat begins to fill the room. ghosting by mother mother, you can immediately recognize it considering you adore the song. you mumble a ‘love this song’ as you snuggle further into the sheets.

bakugou only responds with ‘tch’, but he knows you do, and that may be the reason why he’s so fond of it—you like it, of course. his brows are furrowed together as the pencil drags across his paper, faint music adding to the soothing ambience.

he slightly adjusts the volume, upping it a bit as he knows it’s not super late and no one’s sleeping. your eyes begin to feel heavy, moments before your song pops on the list.

insomniac by memo boy, your current fixation. the first few beats play out and you thrum along with it, drumming your fingers on bakugou’s silky black sheets. your eyes are now screwed shut vehemently with the music, a smile gracing your features as bakugou speaks up.

“i’ve heard this before.” his tone is efficacious at hiding how he feels about it, signaling a small frown on your face.

“do you like it?”

there’s a beat of silence from him and your frown deepens.

“..it’s okay.” this time, he sounds reluctant to admit those words. thankfully, you understand bakugou language, a grin forming on your lips as you now achieved your goal—he likes the song you showed him, and is probably adding it to his playlist.

you stifle a laugh with his pillow, “yeah, yeah. i’ll remember that when i hear it down the hall.”

“shut it, dumbass.”

you hum in acknowledgement, a wide smile plastered on your face as you shift from your previous position. as bakugou’s new favorite song ends(simply because it’s your favorite), the room quiets, save for the scribbles of his pencil here and there.

“you gonna play another song? the silence is deafening, katsuki.” while you’re only teasing, the silence does feel a bit odd—you can just slightly hear crickets chirping outside his window.

“don't be stupid, ’course i am. just go back to sleep or somethin’.” you can practically hear the miniature smile in his words, the banter between you both never fails to raise your mood and vise-versa.

with that, you register his phone being placed back down onto his desk, jealous by eyedress bouncing around the dorm. you hum along, the mellow yet vibrant beat finally enervates you into sleep.

bakugou swivels in his chair to converse with you about a question, only to find your eyes closed peacfully as soft breathes escape your barely parted lips.

being solicitous of your well-being and knowing you need the rest, he lowers the volume by a bit, eyes leering on your sleeping form for a moment more that he intended. you just look so adorable, wrapped up in his blanket so peacefully like you are—though, he’ll take that thought to his grave.

after while, you stir in your sleep, the bed creaking as extra weight is placed upon it. “katsuki..?” you murmur, raising a hand to rub your eyes.

“shh, go back to sleep, idiot.”

his voice is hushed, causing you to smile up at him in the now dark dorm-room. “m’kay.”

shuffling around to wrap your arms around him, you notice he’s adorning one of his famous tank tops. was he planning to nap with you? contently, you begin to drift off once more before his voice draws you out of sleep.

“hey, (y/n)?”

you nod into his chest, figuring he can feel it. bakugou stalls for a moment, and that’s when you realize he’s put insomniac quietly on replay. the revelation causes your heart to flutter, though you tell yourself it’s simply because he likes it enough to play it this much.

he clears his throat, “did you, um, have a shitty day or somethin’?”

his question throws you off, causing you to shift uncomfortably on his side. you nod again, before correcting yourself.

“well, i wouldn’t say it was shitty, just not ideal.”

“the way you said that frames it as a shitty day.”

“‘m sorry.” you bury yourself further into him, wishing you could just skip class tomorrow and lay in bed with him instead.

he frowns, not that you can see. “don’t apologize, dumbass. if you had a shitty day, then you had a shitty day. the thing that matters is that you got through it, alright?” he tightens his grip on your torso, rubbing your arm in attempted comfort.

even with his usually boorish attitude, he has a way with his words when he’s worried. he can feel you grin against him, and he knows he’s done a good job—he made you smile and that was his goal, now he can nap with you in peace.

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feedback is extremely meaningful!

[aropride]

after quite a while of tossing the idea around, i've finished making a physical version of tommy and ranboo's letters during exile!!

reblogs > likes yall know the drill

Transcript under the cut, because it’s very long. For the sake of accessibility i fixed all the typos, but the typos are there in the physical book.

my mcyt content is now on @genderqueeradrien!

(The cover is made of thick brown paper and has the word “Untitled” in the top left, in Ranboo’s handwriting. Otherwise, the cover is blank. Ranboo’s handwriting is messy cursive. Tommy’s handwriting is unpredictably capitalised, and slanted to the left.)

Page 1.

“EYYYYY TOMMY.
How are you doing? Hope you are well. You probably aren't well huh.... Welp 
hope you find a way back in here 
Here is a joke:
 What do you call a bad idea?
 Letting a green man have total control
 That was pretty funny huh 
Anyway, just write in the book to reply and leave it here
talk to you soon 
-Ranboo (WITH NO B AT THE END I SWEAR)

Page 2.

Hi Rabboo! 
It's me. Big T. Aka Tommy. Aka Tommy Gun The finest
 Just being okay you know.
 Looking for Blaze Power at the min ahaha
 Just wondering, do you want to keep up a snapchat stream with me I lost all mine I lost them years ago I need snapchat I love snap score and streaks and the dog filter
 Lmk 
Anyways speak to you soon sorry you have to be so quiet when messaging me im really all over the place ahahahah the ghost smells awfully fucking weird
 Bye bYe from Tommy!
 Smiles all around all around the park

Page 3.

Hey Tommy!
 I dont really know what happened to the last book, but we can just use this one. 
Hope you are doing a little better, Tubbo is doing well, he does seem like he regrets what he did, so maybe there could be hope in the future for you to return! i left the "house" you made exactly how it was.
 Here's another joke:
 If we make muffin a swear then badboyhalo can't speak at all, and that is pretty funny I think.
 Hope you don't die in lava. 
-Ranboo (STILL WITH NO B AT THE END)

Page 4.

Hi Ranboob!
 It's me. Big T. 
Im afraid of Lava not im Lava Phobic. Im doing good! Im feeling better. Hands are a little shakier then ahaha 
Thinking about reinstalling Snapchat. I miss ladies Very lonely. Very scared. Please visit soon
 Tommy (aka Big T)

Page 5.

You should reinstall snapchat that is a good idea. 
I didn't know you guys were here, I feel like someone is trying to take the mail as the last book was gone. I will figure out a better way of communication.
 Jesus Christ Dream is scary. Heres a joke:
 Bazinga 
that was funny. Stay sane
 -Ranboo

I guess i hid the other mailbox a bit too well as you had no idea where it was. So i hope that you found this one at least. 
Hope you are doing well! I do plan to visit soon so maybe you could think of something that we could do that could be fun. Things are going well here, I made a pit where people fight. I have not fought anyone in this pit but I hope to soon because it would be fun.
 Here is another joke:
 George is still not found. He is lost. And that is funny.
 Anyway, i hope you aren't going too insane. See you later,
 -Ranboo (WITH NO B)

Page 6.

Tommy
 HI ranboo.
 Not feeling talkative today. 
K.
 You missed up our streak we were on Snapchat Timers and now its gone :///////
 Man
 No <3 
Anways ahah im feeling down so fuckin down im alone and no one no fucking one comes to visit me a lot and i want to go
 Tommy

Page 7.

Yeah sorry about the snap streak being lost, I hid the chest in the christmas tree but i guess that was just too good of a spot.
 I dont understand why no one is visiting, but I hope that yesterday was fun.
 Here is a joke:
 Villagers are ugly as hell huh 
That was a good joke.
 Anyway, hope to have you back soon 
-Ranboo (I SWEAR THERE IS NO B AT THE END PLEASE)

Page 8.

Hi ranboo 
Feeling distant 
Everyone is pitying me. Not sure how much longer I can go.
 I can't sleep Ranboo. Every night. Loneliness haunts me. I can't cuddle my likes when I'm asleep. Even though the primes got me, I'm still so so alone i'm so alone help me ranboo please for the lover of god i think and i type like god but im not god im just a big im just a pussy
 Your Faithfully,
 Big T

Page 9.

HEY BUDDY!
 I really hope that you are doing better from what you wrote yesterday. I'll try to visit you as much as I can and just know that it isn't out of pity. It's because you're the only one that hasn't left yet.
 Hope to see you again soon. 
-Ranboo

[tteokdoroki]

May I request some hawks headcanons please? 🥺👉👈 I love when people talk about his lil bird like traits or tendencies! I could totally see him cooing and making noises while cuddling or when his girlfriend is sad! He’d totally make a nest on his big ass bed and find random things to give to his girlfriend! You can add some NSFW too if you want! I just love hawks with bird tendencies thank you <3

— bird tendencies w/ keigo takami

⇝ pairing(s): keigo takami x gn!reader

⇝ rating: mature, 18+.

⇝ genre: smut, fluff.

⇝ warning(s): please read ! this request has been split into sfw and nsfw so please read with caution. unprotected sex ( please wear protection ) oral sex ( male receiving ), male masturbation, mentions of rut, breeding kink, cumplay, dry humping and overstimulation.

⇝ author’s note(s): wew its been a while!! sorry that this took so long but im super excited to be back and posting requests, they’ll slowly be rolling out over the coming weeks so i hope you’re all excited!! i really liked writing this one and hope you don’t mind that i made it gender neutral! 

⇝ masterlist | requests

sfw !!

okay so we all know keigo is just one giant walking man bird

and one thing about make birds is that they can’t differentiate between reflections and real life, so every time keigo walks past a mirror in your apartment

he thinks it’s another male bird CHALLENGING him for the right to court you

sometimes you wake up to like a whole bunch of hooting like ??? what the fuck ???

so you get up and just see the big dummy squaring up to himself in the mirror HDJSJD HELP

“yn get behind me ! this mother fucker tried to break in !!”

“kei baby, that’s just your reflection.”

“oh.”

defo PUFFS up his wings when you’re talking to someone he doesn’t like.

he’s your big bad bird man and he’s going to protect you!!

because he’s a pro hero he doesn’t really get to see you during the week :( so while your out working he often leaves stuff on your front porch / balcony as a gift

birds love shiny things so it’s often a necklace, a diamond, a bracelet— anything shiny that catches his eye 🥺 you get it

you always call him after and tell him not to spend so much money on you but he claims it doesn’t hurt his pockets ( he must be earning big buck as the number two as well )

“keigo? did you even CHECK the price tag on this necklace??”

“kkrkrkrk can’t hear you babe Krkrkrk you’re breaking up !! *scrunches up paper* too much static will call you later bye!”

like you said, when he senses that you’re sad he’ll often build a nest for you to come home too

fills it with all your favourite snacks and pretty rocks that reminded him of you.

literally tucks you under his wing and sings you a little birdie song to help you sleep 🥺

will probably accidentally wake you up in the morning by cooing :(

but it’s okay cos he brought you breakfast !!

it totally wasn’t a dead rabbit that he caught you lol

nsfw !!

like any bird, keigo goes through a rut.

when you first started dating he tried to keep it away from you but you ended up going over to his to check on him anddd

there he was, legs spread out wide to jerk himself to orgasm.

and ofc you stayed to help.

gets really possessive of you when leading up to his rut— doesn’t let you leave his sight and hates when you come back from work smelling like other males.

when you’re not around or are away he sends you audio recordings of him fucking pillows, cocksleevs, fleshlights anything he can think of to get some release.

pls just get to this man as soon as you can

fucks you from behind on his bed, cumming on your ass and back until all he can smell is his sex on you.

“look at you baby bird, covered in my fucking cum...you look so fucking delicious.”

will literally hump your leg and end up creaming in his pants when he’s too far gone.

makes you suck him off to clean it up after.

even through his haze he’ll do his best to pleasure you, stimulating your sex or eating you out before hand.

primal urge to have you filled and stuffed with his cum, in your sex or your mouth he doesn’t care.

can go from hours of slow grinding and teasing you to making the both of you cum in a matter of minutes.

his wings always spread out w i d e when he blows his load.

he’s super super vocal too, will whine so brokenly and prettily and but also never stops with dirty talk NEVER

“gonna fuckin take that cock baby? yea? want me to fuck up those insides?” 

cums inside you or on your ass. no in between.

he doesn’t like to waste it okay :(

you have to swallow the whole load if it’s in your mouth, he wants you to fucking savour the taste !!

if you let some drip he’ll defo fuck your mouth again, cream in it and make you hold the cum in your mouth while makes you ride him to over sensitivity <3

leaves bruises and bites all over you and then ends up kissing each and every one of them after his rut.

WHEN EYE SAY YOU ARE MARKED FOR DAYSSS

always cleans you up with a warm bath and plenty of water for you both to drink :(

literally takes the best care of his baby bird, he loves you so much.

[its-no-biggie]

wait- thats it? it ends there??????

[getting into HEAVY spoiler territory here. you have been warned]

vash as jesus...... like, okay. i went into the show knowing about how he goes around doing good deeds and gets persecuted due to a misunderstanding. from there it follows pretty naturally that he wants to help everyone, even those who wish him harm. but holy fuck i wasnt expecting all the other shit! like, hes a supernatural being who experiences life as a human, and loves humans even though he isnt one of them? and his love of humanity is what protects him from being entirely overtaken by [sin]? hes literally the gateway between the natural and the supernatural? he is sacrificed for the sins of humanity, which he had no part in, and strung up in the air while [mary] kneels at the foot of the [cross] and cries for him??? all while fuckin Millions Knives quotes the actual bible at him?????

ALSO the scene where meryl asks wolfwood where vash is and wolfwood goes "i dont know" twice in a row before she kicks him in the shin fucking killed me. i was totally primed for the "judas denied jesus 3 times" scene so i liked the subversion! tbh i feel like i missed some of the judas parallels bc i was always kinda unclear on what wolfwoods actual motivation was and who the bad guys were and whatnot. gonna have to rewatch it to get a better handle on that for sure. although even just the way they interact really did most of the work- the way vash trusted him immediately (enough that wolfwood even made a comment about how he keeps showing him his back), and how wolfwood kinda stuck with him for his own reasons and then abandoned him when the going got tough but vash still thanked him for all his help...... like yeah. its clearly there.

also. the scene where some of knives' goons send a ton of enemies after wolfwood to "test his faith" book of job style. like theyre trying to corner him into killing someone (im still kinda unclear on what their motivation was here tbh- for most of this episode i thought these guys were trying to kill wolfwood so i probably just missed it) but then with vash (jesus) on his side he manages to get through it without killing anyone (giving in to temptation/sin). he gets out of an impossibly tough situation with the power of jesus. like????? that is straight out of veggie tales. trigun is what would happen if veggie tales was an edgy sci-fi gunslinger anime. how is this real

there was a TON of other religious imagery, but i dont wanna comment on it too much cause i feel like ill need to rewatch it to really grasp my thoughts about it. something something children are blessed..... something something to get to heaven you must be like a child...... AUGH and how theres heavy heavy religious language around millions knives and his whole operation. vash fighting against the eyes of michael....... jesus tearing down corrupt temples...... the table they used to experiment on kids was shaped like a cross. the twins grew up in a garden with a big tree in the middle. a LOT of vashs humanity is centered around his relationship with his human mother. is this anything. have i gone off the rails. i feel like i need to watch this 8 more times and then i could write an entire academic paper about it. god

and that ENDING- did vash fucking die?? obviously meryl survived, but what about wolfwood? hell, we didnt even get closure on knives! (although that one i feel pretty confident about) and whats the fuckin deal with the other blond kid. im sure theyll address that in season 2 but- was that person at the very end of the episode the same as the one the twins found the same as the one in the picture that doctor guy had?? hmmm (all rhetorical questions- no spoilers please!!)

overall i did like the ending though! i wish it had been less ambiguous and a little less sequel-bait but overall not mad. i also wish the overall pacing had been a little slower? they just kinda throw a lot of characters at you really fast. maybe its the fma brotherhood effect (where they assume youve watched the previous adaptation and gloss over character introductions in favour of jumping right into the plot) and i shouldve watched '98 first, but evaluating it as a standalone there were a bunch of characters i never really got a grasp on even toward the end. plus the jumping between past and present didnt help- not saying that that was poorly implemented, i liked the jumping around! a lot of the timeline was intentionally obscured for dramatic effect and i think it really worked, but that made it hard to realize that the young looking guy from their past is now the really old guy. yknow?

also i TOTALLY called robertos death. i honestly thought he was gonna die way sooner because he didnt really do anything except try to drag meryl out of danger. and then he started getting more focus in one episode and i was like. oh, here it comes. then they got shot at and i was like "oh he definitely got shot there and theyre delaying the reveal" and i fucking KNEW it. still a good scene though, even though i wasnt super attached to him.

anyway. i need a supercut of every second wolfwood was on screen and i need to watch it on repeat until i die. i need to inject the opening title sequence straight into my bloodstream. i need to draw vashs big sad blue eyes right fucking now or im going to explode. this show has me in a CHOKEHOLD

finally started watching trigun stampede and oh my fucking god????

the VIBES. i just started episode 4 and wolfwoods introduction?? dragging a cross behind him????? he hasnt spoken a single word and im already obsessed with him. im also thinking about that one post i saw about how vash is jesus (SO fucking accurate btw) so the image of dragging the cross through the desert was like. oh theyre /intentional/ with it

also vash is such a good character holy shit. hes so unserious and i fucking love the way hes animated. his goofy ass running really sells it. but then he fucking shoots a bullet out of the air and its AWESOME hes so cool but also hes just a silly little guy! and of course the Tragic Backstory really just tops it all off. great protagonist hes so fun to watch

i also really love the evil twin shit, the way Millions Knives has fully committed to the aesthetic is fucking awesome and then he just. destroys an entire town? just for the sake of it?? top tier villain shit. and i like how vash is clearly really skilled but still doesnt hold a candle to Mr Knives. sets up a really good dynamic i cant wait to see where it goes from here

anyway its really just getting started so ill probably post more updates as i go but. so far 10/10 im having a great time

[kingkatsuki]

Pt one of this is i hope you got some celebratory biscuits/toastie?(toasties?) congratulations, 30K is super deserved, you're a great writer and a super nice person!! i think about coercion ch 1 EVERY DAY

im gonna go bakugou and my favorite absolutely self indulgent and nasty high school era emme music, the band say anything(you could use the song cemetary in particular lol but you also DONT have to) FEEL FREE NOT TO DO THIS IF YOU GET 400 OF THESE i feel like you will i hope it's not overwhelming, <3 im thinkin of ya

How the fuck you know Say Anything is one of my fave bands.👀 Max Bemis is an absolute lyrical genius and I could write a million fics revolving around his songs 😭 I kinda had I want to know your plans in mind when I wrote this, but tbh a lot of their songs would work so well for Bakugou anyway.

This is a teeny tiny bit descriptive cause I had Emme in mind while writing this so I described the hair. Soz guys!!

For as long as Bakugou Katsuki could remember you had been the driving force to his musical career, allowing him to believe that he could be more than just a guitarist playing in shitty dive bars and busy coffee shops. You’d helped him to believe that he could achieve his dreams, supporting him through every moment and there for him before he’d had his first number one album.

Your palms splayed against his chest, grinding yourself down against his crotch as your brown hair tumbled down around his face. Bakugou’s hands tight against your ass as he followed your movements, languidly rolling his hips into yours. Your bodies stuck together with a thin sheen of sweat as Bakugou held you tight, treating you as though you were the only thing in the world that mattered. A most precious artifact that needed to be protected at all costs.

“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful, you know that?” There was just something celestial about having you on top of him like this, feeling the way your velvety walls clenched around his thick cock with each roll of your hips. The way your moans rose to a crescendo whenever you’d feel the tip press against that special spot inside you he knew would have you seeing stars.

Bending his knees as he raised his thighs off the bed, the movement causing you to fall into him. Your chest pressed against his own as he wrapped his arms around you. Holding you against him as your eyes met his.

How had he managed to get so lucky?

Bakugou tugged you down for a messy kiss, his pace unrelenting as he began to thrust into you with vigour. Using his grip around your body to hold you tight to him as he fucked your sloppy cunt, pulling more pretty sounds from deep in your throat. The sounds are intoxicating, spurring him on as he can’t hold back. Wanting to feel every part of you, to do this over and over again. To be completely whole with you every time, you were the reason his heart beats, the blood running through his veins. Everything felt complete when he was with you, a gentle beat playing in his mind as he began to try and find the words to explain how he felt. To show you just how much you meant to him.

You were his muse, the missing piece that always seemed to make ethereal lines form in his mind as he transcribed them onto paper.

You could tell the moments when Bakugou gained fresh inspiration, his brows furrowed as his vermilion eyes would gaze into your own. His pace unrelenting as he continued to thrust into your tight walls, splitting you apart on his cock as it felt like he was almost staring directly into your soul. Searching for the words to try and describe how he felt about you, how much you mean to him.

The way you’d cry out his name as you were falling apart for him, the way your pretty eyelashes would flutter as you came around his cock were the moments engraved in his mind forever.

Bakugou was certain there were no words that could be written or brush strokes laid on canvas that could describe the feelings accurately, certain you had to be something other worldly. But as he sat down in front of you with an acoustic guitar he was determined to try. Worrying his lower lip between his teeth as his lip ring curved with the movement, his fingers working on the strings as he tuned the instrument, giving a few experimental strums until he deemed it ready. These were the songs that he wrote just for you. The fans, his band, his friends would never get to hear these words sung out loud.

This was all for you.

You could tell he was nervous when his leg began to bounce beneath the guitar, an action he repeated each time he was about to show you a new song. Whenever he was on stage performing he was always so proud and confident, but these moments when it was just you and him were different. A subtle vulnerability that was reserved for your eyes only, the one person in the world that he could show this side to.

The words flowing from his lips and flowing straight to your heart where they sit intertwined in your love for him. You can feel the moment where he finally relaxes into the song, allowing his feelings to take over as he pours his heart out to you.

When he strums the final chord you’re already up on your feet, closing the gap between you both as he sits the guitar on the ground beside him. Sliding onto his lap as he instinctively wraps his arms around you, splaying his palms against your lower back. Your hands holding either side of his face, feeling the soft stubble brushing against your palms as you pulled him into a gentle kiss. Feeling him reciprocate eagerly as you poured your emotions into the kiss, your tongue swiping against his lower lip as you felt the cool metal of his piercing. His lips parting to match your movements, his tongue swiping against your own as he tried to pull you closer.

Any space between you both too much as his hands clung to your hips, feeling him shift your weight so your crotch was pressed directly above his, feeling his semi-hard cock tented in his pants as you felt just how much he wanted you, craved you. His palms squeezing the curve of your ass as he began to grind you on his lap, pulling breathless whimpers from between your lips that were drowned out by his mouth against you. Pulling away so he could air the sounds in his bedroom, his lips peppering sloppy kisses along the apex of your neck, searching for your pulse point as he latched his teeth to the supple skin, sucking it gently as you cried out louder for him. Bakugou’s name spilling from your lips like silk, showing him exactly how much you wanted him.

It was moments like this that he treasured most, moments where he could be at his most vulnerable with you. The words would never be enough to explain just how much he loved you, but you didn’t need the words anyway. You knew.

[charmspoint]

character ask game: go on boss, ramble about qifrey <3

Frappe you enable me too much hvjhvh the meme in question

favorite thing about them

Oh god what isn't my favorite thing about him. I really like how morally gray he is, what a complex person he is. Like i could legit see him as becoming a stumbling stone for Coco down the line and him having to choose between his own revenge and her is just really chefs kiss. I want him to be an obstacle she has to face. Also I like how he seems to be just a regular ass witch. Like this is maybe cuz I'm coming of from bnha with all might and jjk with gojo but it's nice that the mentor is not The Best Guy Ever but just like...here's Qifrey, he does water magic. Water magic isn't anything unusual, he's certently very skilled but doesn't seem to be any more so than any other witch, heck I'd say Olruggio is magically more impressive than him which you know makes sense cuz Olruggio is a creator by profession while Qifrey is a teacher. Like Qifrey WAS raised by the mage of education but that was purely coincidental and Qifrey doesn't really stick around the great hall or anywhere else other witches might be for us to see how that reputation might effect him. Also I love how he's such a fuckin hermit. You'd think he'd be the extrovert to Olruggio's introvert but it was his express idea to hole up in the middle of nowhere. He was like I'm builing my own House with my Husband and our Children and I'm not coming anywhere near another person again if I don't want to, what a king. This last part is an obvious exaggeration but it's fun to see just how much Qifrey is actually keeping away from others despite his :D!! nature.

least favorite thing about them

TALK TO YOUR FUCKING HUSBAND QIFREY. The fact that he sucks at communication so bad like SON BLS STOP TRYING TO DO EVERYTHING YOURSELF. This isn't a bad thing it's an important part of his character but I like everything about him this is just something that I like the least.

favorite line

"You want me to stay as professor Qifrey, is it? I'd also like that, if it were possible."

Just ;-; QIFREY he makes me so fuckin sad

brOTP

This man has no friends, he has one friend and he married him so he has no friends. Probably him and Alaira for the soul reason she's the only other witch he seems to talk to on friendly terms hjbjhhj.

OTP

Orufrey of course, married with kids uwu

nOTP

Uhhh with any of his students. Fortunately I didn't see any of that like I might have in another fandom but I heard...rumors...I hope I never see it.

random headcanon

Chronic mother hen disease, this isn't even a headcanon this is just canon, if this man sees a sad child he's pulling out adoption papers while Olruggio looks on tiredly in the background.

unpopular opinion

Idk if this is an unpopular opinion or not, but I hope Qifrey loses his eyesight. So much of his current arc is focused on his fear of losing it, on rushing to that deadline while he still feels he can do something. It's obvious that Qifrey thinks that once he loses his eyesight his life is over. He had already lost everything once and now he fears losing everything again which is why his actions are so rash. And so much of Coco's and Tartah's current arc is about how magic should be accessible to everyone so I really want Qifrey to lose his eyesight and then his family to help him realize he can still do magic without it, he can still be professor Qifrey without it. He hasn't lost his life just because he lost his eyes. Idk that's what I hope for his character.

song i associate with them

none jknjknj since i don't write for wha i usually don't think about it when im listening to songs

favorite picture of them

It's impossible to choose one so here's a compilation in no particular order

I love him a normal amount

[vampiredecay]

What Did You Call Me?

A/N: hello!! this is my first x reader and im very excited. this wasn't requested or anything, i just had this scene stuck in my head and i needed to write it down. i hope yall enjoy!!

rating: teen

wordcount: 1,317

warnings/notes: swearing, playfighting, mentions of scratching + biting, no ones actually hurt tho, use of the word "fruit", yall will see lmao, marko x male!reader, male pronouns used, vamp!reader, implied poly!lost boys, or at least implied parko but marko is also sweet with the reader, but theyre all in love with each other <3 i think thats it!

summary: marko was wrestless, as usual, and wont leave you alone. playfighting and fluff ensues!

Everyone was chilling in the hotel, it was pouring outside like nobody's business. One would think that they wouldn’t care, but the rain made it incredibly difficult to get around, even to big bad vampires. Plus, food would be scarce anyway, no one wanted to get drenched out tonight.

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Marko would just not leave you alone.

Star and Paul were sitting together in one corner of the cave, Paul rummaging through his tapes and Star sewing and patching up some old clothes. She was trying to teach him a thing or two, but he was only half paying attention, too caught up in trying to find one specific tape. The search was not going well.

David, Michael and Dwayne were playing card games, sprawled out on the floor and swearing. You didn't know how intense their games could possibly be, but they were all concentrating like their lives depended on it. You think that maybe Dwayne was winning, but you didn't know, not paying close enough attention.

You were trying to read a book peacefully on one of the many couches that littered the hotel, but a certain small blond vampire was hellbent on getting your attention. Marko could never stay still for long, always had to be moving or doing something. Usually Paul would handle that, roughhousing or flying or other activities with him until he was too worn out, but this time he was putting all of his energy into bugging you.

Marko was currently chucking things at your head, soft things like paper or pillows, and laughing when you looked over to scowl at him. You tried your best not to give into his antics, but you've been stuck on the same paragraph for ten minutes, and you were starting to lose your patience.

"Marko, quit it."

The little bastard was just giggling, you could hear him moving around from behind you, but at this point you were too tired to care. After a few seconds, Marko grew quiet, which should have raised your alarm bells, but instead you were led under a false sense of security.

But then, last minute, your hearing caught footsteps, but before you could turn around or react- Marko was pouncing on you and laughing maniacally. You shout in surprise, your book going flying as Marko pinned you against the couch.

"Fuck! Marko!" You squirmed and tried to get out from under him, but he was an older vampire than you, and he was a good deal stronger.

Star looked up from her sewing to see the commotion happening, and she raised an eyebrow. "Marko, stop tormenting Y/N, leave him alone."

You continue to struggle, wiggling your arms and legs in an attempt to throw him off. "Yeah!" You shout, frustrated, "Let go of me, you fuckin fruit bat!"

Suddenly, it was deadly silent. Paul stopped looking through his tapes, Michael, David and Dwayne looked up from their game on the floor, and Star was staring, eyes wide. Marko looked like he was trying to process what you just said. You barely realized what you said yourself.

The silence was interrupted by Paul's loud laughter. He howled and clutched his sides, he could not believe what you just said! This sparked a chain of the others laughing as well, even Star couldn't keep from chuckling.

Marko sat up and let go of your arms, still straddling and you, his eyebrows furrowing, "What the hell did you call me?"

"He called you a fruit bat!" Paul shouted, still laughing hysterically. You tried to keep a straight face, but you eventually burst into laughter, forgetting what you were even annoyed about.

The small vampire on top of you immediately grabbed a hold of you and rolled the both of you off the couch and onto the floor. You let out a scream, wrestling Marko until you somehow came out on top, pinning his arms against his head. You smirked at him. "Am I wrong?"

"Fuck you!" He shouted, but it was behind laughter, and a bright smile that made you dizzy for a few seconds. Marko saw this window of opportunity to break out of your hold of his wrists and lunge for you, sending you flying back on the ground. While you and Marko were grunting and cursing and rolling around on the floor, the others were laughing and yelling encouragement at the two of you.

"Kick his ass Y/N!" Michael said, while Paul hollered, "Marko baby, you got this!"

Wrestling with Marko always felt like wrestling with a baby mountain lion. He was all teeth and claws, biting and scratching, not afraid to play dirty. It hurt in the moment, but the both of you healed quickly, allowing you to land a good kick to his shoulder. It threw him off, and you smirked, quickly running behind him and locking your arms around his neck. The blond swore and gripped at your arms, but you held tight, refusing to give up.

This lasted for all of fifteen seconds however, because Marko got crafty. He planted his feet, took a deep breath, and then threw himself back, making you land on the ground hard. You wheezed as pain shot through your spine and Marko got up, not wasting any time. He quickly rolled you over and had you on your stomach, arms bound behind you as he straddled your back. You fought and struggled, but it was impossible to get the upper hand in your current position. Eventually, you had to throw in the towel, your spine was seriously starting to regret this.

"Alright, alright!" You said, out of breath and exhausted, "I yield! Get the hell off of me."

More laughter and clapping could be heard as Marko chuckled and let you go. He did a little bow as you rolled over and sat up, catching your breath and playfully glaring at your pack mates, the traitors. Once Marko was done being smug, he turned towards you and held out his hand for you to grab. You grasped his hand, and the blond hoisted you up, almost knocking you right into his chest. Marko gives you a shit eating grin. "You put up a fight, I'm impressed."

You roll your eyes and playfully shove his shoulder, fighting a yawn forming in your throat. "Shut up." You reply, too tired to come up with a clever response. Markos' expression softens, and he gently checks you over, even though it isn’t really necessary. “I didn’t really hurt you, did I?” You shook your head, but your chest filled with warmth. “I’m all good, killer.” He smiles at you real wide, then grabs your hand and leads you to the couch.

When you're both in front of the couch, Marko flops down, wiggling around to get comfortable, then motions you to join him. You fight back a smile before gently moving, placing yourself on top of the smaller vampire, your head resting on his chest, just below his chin. Marko wraps his arms around you, and you let out a large breath. You place a small kiss on his collarbone, which makes him hum happily, and you chuckle softly. Sure, the fighting was rough, but you could always count on Marko to make it worth it in the end.

As the two start to drift off, the rest of the pack go back to what they were doing, but not without sharing glances and smiles with each other. Michael, David and Dwayne go back to their card games, Dwayne having won in the end, and Paul turns to Star to listen to their mini sewing lesson.

All is calm now, in the hotel-cave, the rain having let up a tad, now a steady beat tapping outside their home. None of them could complain, really, about this turn of events. Sometimes, it's better to just have a quiet night in doors.