#i like have the outline but i went straight into thinking about their events too and my brain might just explode

[eir-parade]

Polar|Star (P|S)

Leo/Need Adjacent Band

A group of music enthusiasts finding comfort in one another through their own music. Made with and for each other.

Hoshino Ichika - Vocalist, Guitarist, Partial Lyricist. Losing her passion for music, she wants to relearn what it means to enjoy music.

Asahina Mafuyu - Keyboardist, Partial Lyricist. Wants to find herself and feels as if music is the correct direction.

Shiraishi An - Drummer. After learning the truth of RAD WEEKEND, An lost her aspiration of trying to surpass it but also out of respect for Nagi. Ever since though, she has been having difficulty trying to understand her music.

Kiritani Haruka - Bassist, Composer. After quitting being an idol, Haruka found her way with a new instrument, showing her feelings in a new way.

SEKAI: Empty Assembly SEKAI

Similar to the Empty SEKAI where it’s just a huge white area, except in the design of a School Assembly Hall.

Despite there being a stage, the Hall itself seems to expand on forever.

School desks and chairs haphazardly dotted about in the Hall, blank sheets or paper with garbled writing strewn out on the desks and the floor.

First Virtual Singer

Hatsune Miku - Is basically like Niigo Miku. Acts like a calming presence to the others.

Virtual Singers

Order of Appearance (StC)

All act fairly similar to their Nightcord selves (blame Mafuyu /lh)

Megurine Luka - Tends to specifically criticise Ichika. Will read over Ichika’s lyrics or hears how she plays and will ask “is that it?” Though never actually giving the answer, Luka will nudge and hint Ichika in the correct direction. Ichika used to dislike how Luka would ‘pick on her’ but now trusts Luka’s opinion whole-heartedly.

Kagamine Rin - The group's biggest critic. Even if they think they’re doing something correctly, or playing right, Rin would immediately criticise them, telling them they’re wrong and that they should be doing it like this. Her criticism helps bring Haruka back down to Earth but causes Mafuyu immense stress and panic. Rin also acts similar to a prefect so will tell them off for running or shouting (namely An).

MEIKO - Represents distance… again. And hesitancy. Specifically An and Ichika’s hesitancy to get close to people again due to their own abandonment issues. When the group were deciding on actually becoming a full band, MEIKO directly questions An and Ichika’s dedication.

Kagamine Len - Childish. Like Niigo Len, P|S Len represents Mafuyu’s inner child, a childhood she lost. He also represents being a good student and would stress when he doesn’t get something right but also has moments where ‘slacking off’ seems to make him happy. He can also represent the other’s childhood as he can be very starry eyed.

KAITO - Anger. Pure, unadulterated rage towards Mafumom, broken promises, liars, fakes, and the world.

Subject to Change as I go on figuring out this AU more.

[whoopsyeahokay]

October Sun

summary: Simon hadn't planned on committing expulsion-worthy crime at 10am on a Thursday. In fact, he hadn't planned on committing expulsion-worthy crime ever. In his defense, though, his best friend's ghost had been emphatic about getting into Mr. Anderson's phone, and it'd been the only course of action he could think of to prove she could rely on him. Simon had regretted it as soon as it'd happened. Fuck my life, I guess.

pairing: Wally Clark x fem!reader

warnings: panic attacks. eventual smutty smut smut. and mad spoilers. and obvious Canon divergence. very involved, very dense plot.

bon reading, frens

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OCTOBER SUN pt.17

Simon found you at your locker at the tail-end of lunch, trading sketchbooks for your copy of Frankenstein and your English binder. Mathilda stood beside you, merrily outlining her upcoming interview with an administrator from some posh, East Coast art academy.

You smiled and nodded in the appropriate places; giggled when Mathilda commented on something Hana had said at lunch. However, Simon noted, you weren't offering a lot in the way of conversation.

Mathilda clocked Simon first, lengthened her short frame as much as she could—spine straight, shoulders back, chin up—and leveled him with a look that could boil water. It took him a second to remember they shared History. That she'd been in Ms. Fields' class when Simon had accused Xavier of hurting Maddie and had forced the contents of Xavier's backpack to spill in front of an audience.

He wanted to pretend her hostility toward him didn't sting—because it didn't, right? They weren't friends. Mathilda hadn't shown anything but superficial interest in him since Xavier and Maddie became XavierandMaddie. To her, Simon was Maddie's plus-one. The guy Maddie took everywhere she went. Linus' security blanket in human form.

Of course, that reality only existed if Simon completely disregarded that it'd been Mathilda who'd always asked after Simon; had extended every invitation to join them for group events. She'd driven Simon home on multiple occasions, even when it'd made more sense that Hana and Lucas would have since they shared a neighborhood.

Shit, maybe he and Mathilda were friends? He'd never considered it before. How you and Mathilda and—aw crap that's right: Eli—had made significant efforts to get to know Simon. Had welcomed him into the fold of pre-established friendship and encouraged him to carve out his own place within it.

And to show his appreciation, Simon had lunged after Xavier like a vendetta with claws.

Simon waved at Mathilda weakly, eyes darting away from hers when she doubled down and fiercened her glower. Despite his height advantage, Simon considered running to the Philippines to stay with his aunt. He'd request a room with reinforced steel walls and a couple of security guards outside the door, just in case.

Did Mathilda have her passport? He should ask.

"I'm gonna head to Media," Mathilda announced before you were even aware of Simon's presence. "I'll see you in Bio." She flipped her long, purple-black hair, deliberately whipping Simon in the face with the ends as she swanned by.

"Later gator," You replied, offhand, shutting your locker and, "Oh, hey," catching Simon as he slunk into the space Mathilda had vacanted.

Simon watched Mathilda warily until she disappeared into the stream of students. Partly because he felt a weird kind of fucked up for not having sooner recognized the olive branch of friendship Mathilda had been brandishing, but mostly because he was batshit terrified she'd reappear just to punch him in the nuts.

Needing a second opinion, he blurted, "Are Mathilda and I friends?"

You startled, spluttering around an answer before reminding him, "Didn't you go with her and Eli to Comiccon when everyone else bailed?"

Holy shit. With everything going on, Simon had genuinely forgotten about that adventure. Xavier was 'too cool'. Maddie and Nicole hadn't been interested, you'd been visiting your dad in England and, well, he didn't know why Hana and Lucas had backed out, but Simon had been given Lucas' ticket. Told to treat it like a months-late birthday present.

Mathilda knew when his birthday was.

Simon groaned and hit the back of his head on the locker he leaned against. "I fucked up."

"You really didn't think she thought of you as her friend?"

"No comment." Simon pinched the bridge of his nose. Watched stars explode behind his eyes when he rubbed his lids with the pads of his thumb and forefinger.

After a short lull, you asked, "You know we're friends, right?"

"Yes?" Simon replied, the upward lilt of punctuation prompting a sour expression to your face.

"You're an idiot."

Simon readjusted so he was tilted on his shoulder, putting every ounce of apology he had in him behind his next words, "I'm sorry. I just...I figured you guys let me hang out because Maddie and I are a package deal."

Were, a voice not unlike Maddie's unhelpfully corrected, we were a package deal.

"I repeat: You're an idiot." But you said it with humor, giving Simon a crooked smile and a harmless whack to the arm. "Look, none of us pretend we're as close to you as you are to Maddie, but, Si, that doesn't mean we wouldn't help you hide a—" Body.

Simon saw the instant your brain caught up to your mouth and suddenly you curled into yourself; crossed your arms and ducked your chin into your chest.

"I didn't mean it like that."

"Hey, it's okay." For the first time in a long time (perhaps the first time ever), Simon reached out to you, put a hand on your shoulder, and squeezed. "I get it." Quiet, touched, "Thank you."

"You're welcome. And don't worry," You assured him, "Tilly won't hold it against you forever. Once we expose Mr. A and clear Xavier's name, she'll forget what you did to him."

"If you say so," Simon muttered. Belatedly, he registered, "Mr. A?" He hadn't heard anyone refer to Mr. Anderson as Mr. A and, as far as he knew, the only teachers to earn a friendly nickname from their senior classmates were Mrs. Bloom, the Drama teacher, and Mr. Fitzgerald, the band director. Bloomageddon and Fitz-G respectively.

You carried on as if Simon hadn't said anything, "Speaking of clearing Zav's name, I have an idea. But we'll have to do it after school when he's busy with Booster Club."

Simon remembered then why he'd sought you out, shifting to curl a hand around the phone in his sweater pocket.

"His fingerprints have to be all over that money," You explained in a stage whisper, "If we can get it to the police, they'll have to arrest him." You nudged closer when Simon didn't say anything, somehow reading him like a picture book, "Or...you have a different plan?"

Taking a fortifying breath, Simon volunteered, "I'm gonna show you something, and you can't freak out."

Dubious, "Oh-kay~."

He leaned closer, gently turned you so there was a little cave of privacy between both your bodies and the lockers. You glanced around, checking for possible eavesdroppers, before giving Simon your full attention and, damn, being on the receiving end made Simon's pulse quicken a little.

He shoved the thought aside before it could gain any ground, unwilling to make room within himself for anything that didn't directly impact locating Maddie's body.

"You can trust me, Simon."

"I know," He said, though he still needed a moment to build the confidence to show you what he'd done.

Although you'd already proven you were in this with him, willing to drown in the same dark pool of questions to resolve Maddie's murder. Although you'd obviously spent time and energy constructing a plan that, upon hearing it, Simon had to concede was a lot smarter than what he'd done. Although you'd admitted you and he were friends and you'd help him cover up a crime at the drop of a hat...

Simon was scared. Scared that he'd done the wrong thing; that he'd get expelled; that he'd hallucinated his best friend and had stolen someone's property because, oh fuck, he had a brain tumor or dormant schizophrenia or—

"Breathe." You ordered, hand flattened over Simon's heart, taking long, deep breaths of your own for Simon to mimic.

And, oh God, you'd lifted his hand from his pocket as he'd been spiraling, pressed it to your chest so he could feel the steadiness of your heartbeat under his palm. Placed safely above inappropriate, warm skin and hard bone, rising and falling slowly as you talked in a calming rhythm.

He sucked in a shuddery breath, then another, and another, lungs finally expanding to accommodate the air he so desperately needed. It took another minute for the spots in his vision to recede, another minute after that for embarrassment to flush under his skin like a sunburn.

"Sorry." He gasped, taking his hand back and returning it to his pocket. "I..."

"Stop thinking, Simon." You said in an aloe-vera tone, the sound of it cooling the hot prickle of humiliation before it calcified. "Are you okay?"

You'd asked him that almost every day since the APEX. Hell, just last night you'd made sure he was okay to drive home after your sister had called you in for dinner.

"Yeah." He said, not sure how much he meant it, but decidedly averse to unpacking his trauma in a semi-crowded hallway. "Thanks for..." What? "For that." He ended lamely and cast his gaze to his feet.

With a distinct note of sadness, you admitted, "Xavier spent a year helping me...breathe."

And Simon was grateful that you phrased it that way, suddenly drained and unable to receive another frank overture of support.

"So, what am I not freaking out about?"

Simon could kiss you, seriously. "Right, yeah." He made sure no one was watching when he pulled out Mr. Anderson's phone and held it between you and him.

You raised an eyebrow, "You want me not to freak out about your phone?"

"Not mine," Simon murmured, "Mr. Anderson's. I grabbed it off his desk this morning."

Without missing a beat, "Is it locked?"

Simon almost did kiss you then, a fizzy cocktail of so damn grateful and so damn pleased that you didn't immediately chew his head off and spit it out in front of Principal Hartman.

"Yeah. And I don't have the code. But if we can find out who he was talking to last night—"

"—We might find out what happened to Maddie." You finished, nodding like it was the simplest thing in the world. "Alright. I bet there's a YouTube tutorial for hacking into phones." Simon hadn't thought of that.

"I'll look into it. I've got a free period 'til sixth, I'll see what I can find."

"Good." You stared at the phone, eyes narrowing, "You turned it off, right?"

"No..?" Simon said as he stuffed the phone back in his pocket.

Alarmed, "Simon, if he has that Find My Phone app, he's going to catch you! You could get expelled! You need to turn it off now!"

That was another excellent point Simon hadn't thought of.

"Alright, I read you loud and clear, Major Tom, I'm turning it off." He appeased and pulled the phone out again.

"I swear to God, Simon, if you get expelled and leave me alone in this giant pile of shit, I'm gonna end up going after him with a—" You stopped before you revealed what manner of weapon you'd use, diverting yourself to, "With the threat of bodily harm."

Simon looked you up and down, uncertain how effective that would be.

"Fine." You yielded, "I'd sic Tilly on him."

Simon snorted, the image as horrifying as it was awesome. He briefly wondered if you and he shouldn't recruit Mathilda to the investigation. She was tenacious and clever and probably knew a thing or two since her mother was a big-shot lawyer who commuted to the city every morning to prosecute criminals.

"Why wasn't that our first plan?" He joked and then returned his attention to the phone.

Just as he was about to press the button to turn the damn thing off, a throat cleared behind him, followed by an unsettlingly pacified voice.

"Simon Elroy?"

Ms. Chung. The grief counselor.

Fuck his whole life, front to back.

He quickly hid the phone in his pocket and spun around, forgot that you and he had been stood particularly close until he heard you grunt, his backpack knocking you in the chest.

"Um, yes?" He answered politely while inside he cursed that he couldn't plead for you not to leave him alone with her.

"Can I have a word, please?" Ms. Chung asked, the inferred privately directed over his shoulder at you. Her open expression didn't falter, even as Simon began to stumble over a half-baked excuse. "This will only take a moment," She assured and took a meaningful step closer.

You came around and bumped Simon's shoulder with yours. Friendly, casual, except that your gaze was fixed on Ms. Chung. Something unpleasant churned beneath the public face of respect you gave her, and if Simon didn't know better, he'd think she'd committed some sort of offense against you.

Ms. Chung, on the other hand, seemed unperturbed, returning your odd standoffishness with a serene, Woodstock smile.

Had you already been to see her?

At last, "I'll see you in Psych," you said and excused yourself, leaving Simon woefully alone for Ms. Chung to poke, prod, pry his feelings out of him one by one.

It was fine. He was fine. He'd let her say her piece, tell her what she wanted to hear to get her off his back and be on his way.

Ms. Chung's eyes glittered and her smile grew teeth.

Simon audibly gulped.

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PART SIXTEEN - PART EIGHTEEN

also available on AO3!

MASTERLIST

[squarebracketsmileyface]

The gender exploration fic officially has a name now :D

It's gonna be "My Girl, My Girl, My Girl (You Will Be)" because Tim's Girl, Jay Will/could Be (eventually, they're working towards it slowly 💀) or just MGx3 (cos MG times 3 lol) for short because that's a bit of a long name and I really can't be bothered to write it out a bunch of times all the time but yay :D

I'm planning out the plot outline and chapters at the moment, which is going vaguely well, tho I'm trying to keep some kinda storyline behind it as well as it just showing what Tim and Jay get up to in their free time through August to December (cough cough their sex life through that time period). Figuring out how to keep the MH side of the story rolling is a bit tricky, because looking at the actual, irl entries, not a lot actually happens in those four months 💀

Like, Tim and Jay fight over that tape and stop working together. Jay tries to attack Tim in his home and gets ziptied. Tim goes to Benedict hall and hoody helps Jay escape. Jay goes to Benedict hall. And then it's entry 80 and Jay's dying.

Like. So little happens across all the entries uploaded, but I don't want to give them much less time and just have it that the entries were uploaded really spaced apart after the events in them happened all at once, because I wanna write a whole bunch of smut for them lol. I gotta give Jam an excuse to not just go straight to Benedict hall pretty much immediately, because like, currently? What's stopping them? Literally nothing. They could go there halfway through August and still be as well prepared for it as they were in actual MH.

They probably did go earlier than the entries were posted in irl MH didn't they lol. But I need them to have those four months to be all happy couple together, I need itttttttttttt. I also need them to have those four months so Tim can learn a bit about IIAB and knock some sense into Jay's dumb little "woe is me I am nothing but the victim" brain and set him on the road to realising that what he did was very not okay even if he genuinely thought he was in the right/doing that Alex wanted him to do even at the sacrifice of his own comfort.

COS THAT'S A THING TOO, so much of Jay's pushiness and all that in IIAB came from a place of him genuinely thinking he was doing something for Alex rather than subjecting him to it.

It feels like such a fine balance to make sure Jay isn't irredeemable. He's not malicious with anything, he's just scared of losing people by not giving them what they want, and scared of not knowing what to do to not lose someone new.

Was it stupid for him to try the choking thing with Tim when the first time he tried it caused the breakdown of his and Alex's fwb relationship? Yes. It was so fucking stupid. But Jay was scared and hey either it was going to be fine, or it'd drive Tim away rather than letting him be the one to leave and Jay was still rather in the mindset of thinking Tim would leave him at some point and he couldn't stand the thought of that. It'd be much less painful if he drove Tim away.

He still kinda thinks that honestly.

Doing that kinda thing to get what he wanted from Alex had worked and been 'fine' every time up until Jay actually put himself in harms way with it. So like, he didn't exactly put two and two together while he was freaking out a bit with Tim.

Also with how it went with Alex that last time, Jay was still vehemently ignoring that he was even somewhat at fault for that fwb relationship ending. Sure he knew he'd done something wrong, but he refused to figure out exactly what and actually think about what that meant for himself. Alex never told him what he did so it was a lot easier to blame Alex and hate him rather than actually look at himself and his actions. It was also easier to think of it more as Amy taking Alex away from him, or poisoning Alex against him than to think that he was actually the reason for Alex finally telling him to fuck off.

No one wants to think they've done that. No one wants to think maybe they pushed for something someone doesn't want to do a little too hard, and really really hurt that person who they care about deeply.

Then there's the whole thing that a lot of what Jay did in uni, he also wasn't super comfy with? He was just so completely convinced it was what Alex wanted because of all their previous interactions. Then he got it so in his head that when Alex said he *didn't* Jay just couldn't wrap his head around it and assumed Alex was making *himself* uncomfy in order to try and cater to Jay's crush on him, and Jay much preferred being uncomfortable himself than making Alex uncomfortable.

And that's what he saw it as. He saw it as him sacrificing his own comfort for Alex's a lot of the time. Like, yes. He enjoyed the rougher sex and all that and they had a lot of times that I haven't actually specifically written where they just had fun with it and enjoyed it a hell of a lot. Most of their uni relationship wasn't bad. Most of their uni relationship was just kinda fine. Not great, neither of them were completely happy with it, but it wasn't the level of toxic that it could be all the time.

[worldsokayestmagicalgirl]

The first batch of pictures for Amoré's character journal are here! Also I have been so super sick that I've literally had nothing to do but to work on this for like almost 2 weeks so...

The cover to cover tour officially starts here. All I can say about the front & back is that I lament my lack of experience with my Cricut when I made these decals. I only had 2 "fun" colors to work with at the time & I was still getting comfortable drawing in Procreate, so my silhouette art leaves a lot to be desired compared to some stuff I've made recently. I also found it's incredibly easy to burn this leather book.

But she's volume one, everything with her is a learning experience, & I realized as much as it helps to have a mini heat press for tight corners & small spaces, the cloth barrier they suggest you use between the vinyl & the iron tends to make things harder to press on this scale. So instead I gotta quickly tap straight on the transfer film & hope I don't burn anything around it :(´◦ω◦｀):ﾟﾟ

So at the risk of thoroughly exposing my inner theater kid, Amoré set the precedent with how I went forward creating campaign characters. I started off collecting 5 songs to make a mini story arc (almost like a show choir set list 🙃) that helps me figure out an outline for the kind of story I wanna give them.

Somehow Amoré ended up with a truly horrendous blend of rock & theatre. Absolutely incredibe. No wonder she's always such a dramatic bitch.

It was a lot easier to go in & add little decals around these lyrics. I'm definitely cursed with the Too Much™ gene, but I enjoy the little pops of color they give ✨ plus it justifies me hoarding all these vinyl scraps printing stuff this small lol.

Stat sheet!

In all honesty, as my first character I had no fucking clue what I was doing when I placed these & if I could go back & change one thing I'd probably swap her Intelligence & her Wisdom. She’s definitely more people smart than book smart.

But everything else is...very accurate. She has all the upper body strength of a chicken nugget. Plus on top of the (already) negative I traded disadvantage on everything DEX for magic crystal shoes that can be periodically harvested. Just a way for her to carry around the family fortune without actually having to return to the vault✨

For something that started so average, her CON became a monster & always comes in clutch for her alcohol tolerance. I've played variations of her across a few different one shots & I always manage to roll well for anything alcohol related. The dice do respect a bit 🤣

Spells on the other hand, I floundered with a lot at first because we’re not a combat heavy game, but then I found Chaos Bolt & that was that. It’s essentially Amoré in spell form & I’ve had a ton of fun with it over the years. Also Mage Armor cuz my girl is SO DISTRESSINGLY SQUISHY.

Cantrips were more or less a bit of a toss up. Message was fun for the sheer idea of her using it to talk shit during social events without being caught. But aside from Light serving fun backstory purposes the other 3 are kinda just what looked fun ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ unless you count the idea that she would absolutely delight in zapping handshakes.

From there, I wanted to extend the world map made by our wonderful DM @cappierong into a full scroll. Ya know, for the aesthetic ✨

Our campaign started in Civania, where Amoré's main Estate is. I just wanted a quick mock up to reference, so I edited a preexisting picture I found that checked all the boxes (large, on a plateau, accessible only by bridge) and then absolutely smothered it in flowers.

But anyways... This is primarily where Diana & Amoré grew up together in their decade of backstory ✨

There was probably waaaay to much back & forth trying to keep the continuity between stuff I've already drawn & this big reference. But I think it turned out pretty ok? Not like if I make a mistake anyone will really know lol.

Scaling was also another big issue I had, & I moments where I thought something was too big I just kinda handwaved it away like "ehhhhh she's from a stupid rich family." But now I have a NEED to draw baby Diana & Amoré around like, the statue gardens or something cuz I feel like certain parts of this place are definitely ominous 👀 especially for children...

And lastly we have the back cover & the High Noble political relationship map! I normally have this closer to the front but for layout purposes it'll be here. I kinda feel like I need to do more for the decoration of it but I can’t think of anything else to add at the moment.

Sam if u read that no you didn't.

But now! Other than a family portrait that I've always wanted to draw, I think I'm ready to move onto the art for Season 1 : Arc 2. It's a pretty hefty amount of art in comparison to others, so I gotta get busy. Especially since I think I'm gonna have to draw a few comics *sobs*

If you made it this far, thanks so much for reading! I'm always excited to talk out our little idiots so thanks for indulging me ❀(*´▽`*)❀

[keiskake]

bird instincts (chapter nine - hawks)

takami keigo x quirkless f!reader (au chilhood friends // characters are aged up 21+)

warnings ~  swearing, petnames, hawks being aggressive + jealous, oral sex (f!receive and m!receive), fingering, cream pie, unprotected sex, degrading names, trauma flashbacks, spoilers about hawks’ backstory from the anime

wordcount ~ 4.742k

summary ~ you and takami keigo grew up together in a shitty hut with terrible parents. he disappeared one day when you were 6, but he never left your mind. the heavens entwine your destinies together, but it’s not a smooth journey you soon figure out.

a/n ~ i honestly didn’t plan for this chapter to be so long, but it was so good as a whole that i couldn’t split it up. i’ve decided to focus on the series a little more, rather than try and upload drabbles everyday! thank you for reading, reblogs + likes are always appreciated.

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"that's real original hawks." you walked towards the handsome blond in a black suit and tie. it caught your attention, his crimson red earrings. you didn't know hawks had his ears pierced. fuck. it made him so attractive. hell, he was attractive full stop. the way his eyes were glued onto you, as if he had blurred everything else around him. tunnel vision. and the way his hand slipped to your waist, pulling you in so he could lower his lips onto your forehead. it made your legs quiver and your heart pulsate even faster than before.

"i'll come up with a better one that's up to your standard next time baby bird. but have i ever told you how beautiful you, and how lucky i am that this is all mine?" his thumb brushed against your cheek, sweeping away the hair that was covering it to lay down a quick peck. you couldn't hide it, your cheeks burned pink as he cooed complements in your ear.

"well...you're looking really handsome tonight, but you're always handsome! so i'm lucky too!" was that the best compliment you could think about? really? babbling a response in a panic.

"oh? you're spoiling me with such kind words tonight y/n, and so many of them." he smirked at your embarrassed and rosy face. his fingers trailed its way from your waist, to your hip, and into your soft hands. "lets go inside, gonna introduce you to my best friend, endeavour. and hey. don't be nervous, you look gorgeous."

you nodded, taking hold of his hand before making your way to the event hall. the path was outlined by a carpet that was almost the same colour as your dress, and bordering the carpet were golden posts that acted as a barrier between the heroes and the media. it was all so grand. cameras and lights flashing, hero names being hollered and an endless wave of cheer around you.

is this how heroes made people feel? excitement, joy, vigour. no wonder kei admired them so much.

as you reached the door to the event hall, hawks pulled his hand away and positioned it so that his hand was on his chest and a gap formed between his arm. you put your arm through his, pressing your chest against his upper arm. an exchange of smiles went between the two of you and before you walked into the hall arm in arm. it was time for the event of the year to begin.

the moment you stepped into the room you were completely drowned in the awe of memorization. your jaw fucking dropped to the floor. the hall wasn't only big, it was gigantic, enormous even. lights beamed across the entire room, not a single dark spot to seen. thousands of tables with a million different dishes and drinks were scattered as far as you could see. and right at the front a stage, where hawks would be later tonight.

"woah." it was the only thing that could escape your lips. it was so amazing and majestic, like straight out of a movie.

"guess it's not everyday you get to experience something like this, i must say they really went all out. spared no expenses." he watched your face as it illuminated with shock and elation. your face was priceless.

"this is so incredible hawks. can we eat the food? oh! and i wanna try a drink. can we? can we really?" you tugged at his blazer, shaking the poor bird side to side.

"you can eat and drink the stuff on the table sweetheart. i'll come with you so that your nerves calm down, alright?" he giggled at your eagerness, petting the back of your head to hopefully calm you down and stop you from shaking him anymore.

"then what are we waiting for? i'm dying to try those giant chocolate covered strawberries." you beamed at him and then dragged him half way across the event hall to satisfy your sweet tooth.

not only were the strawberries in season but they were big and juicy, covered in a thick creamy chocolate shell. and they were never-ending. hawks watched as your face turned into an everlasting ray of smiles, and with each strawberry it grew. he kept close to you so that you had someone to talk to and, most importantly, to keep you safe. god were you beautiful. what he would do to see you this happy all the time.

approaching you was a big, bulky man. his shoulders broad and his face stern. you knew you had seen his face before, it was all too familiar. endeavour. he had the same face as the plushie in your bed. his hair was ruby red and his eyes turquoise blue. a plushie perfect match. he stood in front of you and hawks, his shoulders broad enough the cover the both of you. his eyes glanced past the bird man, fixing his gaze straight onto you.

"woah there buddy, if you stare at her too much she's gonna break down." he jokes, placing his hand on your lower back to ease your nerves. who wouldn't be nervous if a big rock of man started staring at you.

"good evening. who's the girl, hawks?" his arms stood straight by his side, his face stiff. you couldn't tell how he was feeling or what he was thinking, and that was the scariest thing about him.

"my girlfriend, you jealous endeavour?" hawks displayed a grin on his face, pulling you closer to him in order to 'show you off' some more.

"no. though i didn't picture you the type to settle down." he peered over at you once more, scanning you from head to toe. he might as well have been a metal detector.

"i'm y/n, it's nice to meet you. you're the number one hero endeavour, it's a real pleasure to meet you. i'm kinda a fan, well no my friend is the fan, but i still think you're really cool!"

"you're a fan of me too, right baby bird?" he pouted and squirmed as you spouted a bunch of rubbish to fill the awkward space endeavour had created.

"well, thank you for being a fan despite all the punches being thrown at my name currently. she'll keep you in check hawks, don't cause her trouble." he eyed hawks, the kind that your parents gave you when you were about to do something stupid.

"right, right, of course endeavour. why'd you come over? did you miss your buddy?" he nudges the flame hero, poking and prodding at him for a response.

"no i did not miss you, and you are not my 'buddy'. i came to collect you, it's time to go up there." the stoic man pushed hawks' arm away and turned his back on the two of you. he made his way through the crowds of people and tables before disappearing behind a curtained staircase.

"one day he'll admit that we're buddies." he chuckled, straightening his suit and tightening his tie. "but for now, i gotta fly y/n. i'll see you on stage." he cupped one of your cheeks and took you in for a kiss.

"you won't be able to see me silly, there's too many people here tonight."

"trust me y/n i could spot your drop dead gorgeous face a thousand miles away. wish me luck!" he rushed off to the curtained staircase, his wings fluttering slightly as he made his way to the grand stage.

in your heart you were wishing him luck, though really and truly he didn't need it. he'd be fine just the way he was. you couldn't stop thinking about the way his blazer clenched round his waist and the way his white button up shirt displayed the outline of his collar bone. and whatever bottle of cologne he was wearing tonight you were determined to buy a bottle for yourself. it drew you in like a bone to a dog.

you took hold of another strawberry before the lights shut down. excited murmurs spread from every corner of the hall and everyone laid eyes on the main stage. with a little squinting you could make out 10 silhouette figures were standing on the platform. hawks must been amongst the 10. you didn't want to miss a second, and clearly the media didn't want to either with their cameras and notepads out and ready.

head beam lights from below flashed, giving a better view to the 10 shapes. a flicker from the bulbs on the ceiling went off and the whole room was lit with an endless stream of radiant light. claps echoed from every corner of the room, chanting of the hero's names penetrated the air and glasses clinking together in unison. there stood heroes. the top 10 heroes.

amongst the line of heroes were names such as mirko the rabbit hero and wash the laundry hero. amongst the handful of talent japan had to offer was your beloved number two, hawks. he stood proudly with his chest out and wings perked up high behind him. he was facing your direction, even whilst he collected his award and gave his speech his eyes were on you. he really was like a hawk.

but what was he so fixated on? you. and the man next to you who was barely millimetres away from touching your shoulder with his. black long hair tied up in a bun, baggy eyes and a sharp jawline. eraser head. he'd really dressed for the occasion, and that worried hawks. as he spoke to you, laughter left your sweet and pretty lips. but your laugh was his to hear and only his. the thought of another man who could make you as happy as he did irked him deeply.

what lit the fuse to the bomb was when eraser head pulled you in by the waist to move you away from the waiter, that was about to trip and drop a hundred drinks in your direction. you apologised and gave eraser head a big dumb smile, the same kind you gave him during your date. he didn't know that he would feel so enraged witnessing another person touch you, talk to you or laugh with you. what was he so jealous of?

the presenter on stage dismissed the heroes to the event, taking back their awards so that they could be delivered to their hotel room directly. he didn't want to watch another second of it, jumping off the stage with his hands tucked into his pockets. he swerved his way through the mob of people, grumbling to himself and swearing under his breath.

you could smell the faintest scent of his cologne so you turned around, only to face a less than pleasant hawks. his brows were furrowed and his lips were straight, one fist clenched by his side and the other one still in his pocket. you felt your heart in your throat. did you do something wrong? was he angry? you looked to eraser head for some kind of reassurance or confirmation. boy did you set fire to dynamite.

"y/n we're going, now." he took hold of your arm, almost grabbing it.

"b-but why, the real event just started?" you flinched a little, shocked that hawks would behave so aggressively towards you. what the hell had gotten into him.

"we're going and that's final." he started dragging you to the nearest exit, not giving you enough time to pick up your dress so that it wouldn't drag across the floor too much.

"sorry eraser head! it was nice to ━" hawks tugged you closer to him, cutting you midway through your goodbye.

his grip on your arm was so tight you were certain that it would leave some kind of mark or bruise. you wanted him to slow down, you really wanted a break from all the speed walking, but you couldn't speak up. it was physically impossible for you. every time you planned to say something your throat would go hoarse and chicken out on you. no words would leave your mouth.

you were afraid of him in that moment, it reminded you of when your father had beaten you and kei for sneaking out to play one afternoon. you and kei wanted to cry out for help, cry out to express your pain. but no matter how hard you tried nothing came out, it always ended up in silence. you didn't want to put hawks in the same category as that disgusting and treacherous thing you called a 'father'.

hawks took you all the way to his hotel room, which was a penthouse suite with the best view in all of Kamino Yokohama. he tapped his key card on the reader before shoving the door out of the way and throwing you inside of the room. the door closed behind him, loosening his tie and unbuttoning the top of his formal shirt. he made his way to you and your body trembled more and more the closer he got.

"what the hell was that all about hawks?! dragging me out of there with no explanation, i didn't even get to say goodbye to eraser head properly. and then you grab me and take me all the way here, look my arm has a red mark because of you!"

he looked at your arm and seemed to take a step back. you let it all out, all the words that were clogged up from before. you weren't going to stay silent this time, not anymore. what he did was wrong but hawks himself hadn't realised until you started shouting and bursting out on him.

"yeah what i did wasn’t exactly excusable and i'm sorry. but why is saying goodbye to eraser head so fucking important to you?"

"hawks are you hearing yourself?"

"why are you so caught up on him?! just focus on me, that's all that you need. or is it not enough?" he took your hand and placed it on his chest. his heart was pounding to fast and hard that you could feel it through his blazer.

jealousy. the room was plagued with his jealousy. was he afraid of losing you? maybe he was afraid of losing his place in your heart? you never thought hawks was the type to get jealous, sure it was human nature, but he was so confident in himself. on the surface that was.

his body was unsteady from the pent up anger he had hoarded whilst on stage. you knew what he was doing was out of order but somewhere in your heart you understood where he was coming from. the constant fear of the what if. what if you lose the one you hold dearest to your heart? what if you’re so easily replaceable you could be tossed to the side?

tears trickled down his cheek slowly and it infectious, water droplets forming in your eyes as well. it hurt to see him like this. you just wanted him to be his chirpy and cocky self again, you took that side of him for granted. but it was your job as his girlfriend to guide him through his moments of despair. no, not even a job. the bare minimum.

you moved your hand from his beating heart to his face, cupping it gently and lifting his head up to face you. two teary eyed lovers facing the abyss together. you pressed your forehead onto his and let out a little sigh. your big bird was still a baby at heart, and you were going to protect his precious heart.

"i will always need you hawks, there's nobody that could replace you. so please, don't let your fear get the better of you. it's okay to feel angry and jealous, it's human nature, but never forget that i care about you the most. i'm not going anywhere and you're not going to be replaced. you’re enough."

"y/n...i'm sorry, i was just so scared. i hated watching you and eraser head talk, and then when he touched you and you smiled at ━" you cut him off with a deep kiss. that's what he needed in that moment, a piece, a crumble of physical affirmation that you were his.

he was shocked, you never initiated the first move. it was different, like turning the page to a new chapter in your relationship and he wasn't complaining one bit. his hands drew itself to your waist, pushing you deeper into his lips. home. it felt like home to him. he didn't need all the fame or money that he had, hell he didn't even need to be a hero let alone number two. you were enough for him.

"i love you y/n, i'm so sorry for hurting you like that." his lips left yours and his head hung back down again. he took hold of your arm once again, but this time his touch was much more tender. "look at what i've done. i'm a monster. i don't fucking deserve you."

"i forgive you, bird brain. so don't grovelling about it, it's not very hero like y'know." your fingers ran through his golden locks and you laid your head on top of his.

"fuck hero life, i don't need it. why would i? i have you sweetheart and that's more than a bastard like me could ask for." you positioned yourself on his lap, throwing your arms around his neck.

"if you let out another negative comment i will never ever compliment you again, got it?"

"yes ma'am. sorry ma'am."he jumps and turns to look you in the eyes. you were deadly serious.

"i'm glad we're on the same page. i didn't get a chance to say it but congratulations on your award hawks!"

"thanks baby bird, first time anyone has really congratulated me with any sincerity at all." he played with your skirt and his free hand laid on top of your thigh.

"it won't be the last if i'm around! sorry about not having a gift, you got me the dress and a ride but i don't have a thing for you."

"looking at you in this gorgeous dress is more than enough, you have no idea what it does to me y/n."

you felt it. you felt your thigh rubbing against something hard that poked at your soft skin. you knew what it was, and the thought of it made you embarrassed. it wasn't as if you were innocent at all, absolutely not. you had your fair share of lewd thoughts about hawks. it couldn't be helped sometimes, when his pants were just a tad bit too tight you good get a clue or two about the outline of his cock. and you'd be a liar if you said you had never imagined him rubbing his length against your slit.

he looked at your face that was all red, only realising then what was making you behaving sheepishly. "shit y/n, sorry i didn't mean to really."

"it's okay...it's natural. your dick is really hard huh?" you bit your lower lip and unconsciously rubbing your thigh against him.

he picked you up from his lap and sat you on the bed properly, leaning in for a kiss. it was wet and messy, your tongues running around one another. his hand held you by the neck, pressing you deeper and deeper into his lips. your hand was over his clothed cock, teasing it as he pressed a finger against your cunt. "wet already?"

"nghh ━ don't wanna wait anymore, please fuck me daddy." and that's all you needed to do for hawks to make your fantasies a reality.

you turned to the side so that hawks could unzip your dress. it slipped right off you and he left it hanging over a chair. he couldn't take his eyes off your body, you weren't wearing a bra so your breasts were openly on display for him. your skin looked to delicate and soft, thighs and ass plush. perfect in everyway. he kissed his way down your figure. head, neck, chest, stomach, thigh. the slow pace was leaving you on the edge, your red thong soaked in your juices and drip.

your only bit of clothing was ripped off you, hawks' cooing in your ear "i'll buy you a new one princess." his fingers played with your wet fold, a thumb circling against your swollen clit and the two tips of his fingers teasing your hole. you bucked your hips urging hawks to finger you. a grin appeared on his face, "can’t wait? what a slut". the sound of your wet pussy being filled with two of his fingers echo the room. he curves his finger as he pushes in and out of you, reaching your g-spot. and every time he hit the deepest part you'd arch your back, mewling in pleasure and shamelessly moaning out his name. "ahh ━ hawks more, please! wanna cum please hawks!" fuck did your sweet voice make his dick twitch. he fingered you faster. too much for you to handle clearly, grabbing a hold of the bed sheets and letting out even more breathless cries of pleasure. his tongue lapped your cunt and his fingers kept spreading your walls apart, loosening you up for his cock. too much, it was too much for you. your mind was blank from all the enjoyment and the only thing you could think about was hawks playing with your whore of a cunt. he sucked on your clit, making sure to get a real good fucking taste of ‘his’ pussy. you whimpered, arching your back and cumming all over his fingers. hawks pulled his fingers out, spreading them apart to show you the long line of drip and how wet they were. he put his two digits in your mouth for you to taste before running his tongue from the bottom of your slit to the top. "god. you taste fuckin' sweet as candy baby bird."

your legs were trembling, they were weak. you had never had such an intense orgasm, nor did you have a clue that it could feel that good. "my turn." you took hold of hawks' hand, laying him against the headboard of the bed. you positioned yourself between his legs, his cock desperate to get out of his pants. he unbuttoned his blazer and shirt, and you unzipped his pants. your bare skin rubbing against one another made your heart race, a blush running across your cheeks. "take it slow sweetheart, no rush." you nod, taking his boxers off to reveal his red, bulge tip. he was bigger than you had ever imagined, your hand barely able to wrap around the base. you took a breath before pushing the head of his cock into your mouth, enfolding the tip in your wet tongue. hawks groaned and his hips jolted from the sensation your mouth was giving him, watching his pretty girl suck him off made him throb even more. as you moved your mouth up and down his length, you could feel it hit the very back of your throat. it was just so big it started to make you choke, and that was music to his ears. "gonna push it down so you take it all the way, pinch me if you need me to stop." groaning, he took a handful of your hair and shoved the rest of his cock into your mouth. your moans were muffled from the fullness of your mouth, tears running down your face, and your mouth became more and more sloppy and took hawks in. he tugged you off his twitching dick, his face flustered. "y/n lay down on the pillow, gonna put it in okay?"

he flipped you over so that you were the one laying down on the pillow. your legs were spread apart, levered on his broad shoulders. "wanna feel you inside daddy, pretty please." your needy pleas gave him the green light to pound you and drill the shape of his cock into your pussy. he lined it up with your entrance, slapping it on your cunt a few time. he prepped you so well that his entire cock was able to slip in easily. your wet walls wrapped around him tightly, almost milking him. he slammed his hips into you and you could feel his tip kissing your cervix, and he kept hammering your insides. your drenched pussy squelched at every thrust he rewarded your pretty little cunt. you were completely full from him, his dick fucking you dumb and senseless. he was turning you into his personal cock sleeve. you let him infiltrate your every senses, the only thing you could think about was him. "c-cum in me please daddy, give me every drop please!" your arms swung around his neck, trying to keep yourself upright since your legs were becoming weaker as he continued to shove himself into you. "my princess is so well mannered. of course i'll breed you pretty girl." his hand pulled your thigh in so he could reach even deeper, thrusting his cock as his thumb grazed against your cunt. he was giving you the fucking of a lifetime, pussy full and cunt overstimulated. "shit- gonna cum inside of you y/n. gonna fill you up so good."you could feel yourself reaching the limit, moaning, whimpering, digging your nails into hawks's back. his cock pouring every ounce of cum he could muster into your needy cunt. panting, he pulled out and watched the mix of his cum and yours slowly ooze out of you pussy. your insides were painted white.

"did so well sweetheart." hawks fell into your arms, resting his head on your chest.

"you too baby." you pressed a kissed on his head and ruffled his already messed up hair.

"is this the same y/n i know give ME a pet name? i could die happy." he looked at you with eager eyes waiting for an answer, with an underlying feeling of shock.

"well...we're in a relationship so i should start using pet names more often!" you didn't think it that big of a deal but to hawks it was like the world had just granted his every wish, his heart pounding next to yours.

"lets clean up and get some sleep, 'kay? i'll apologise to erase head tomorrow." he got up and headed to the bathroom.

you nodded and followed behind hawks, getting into the shower with him. you took turns washing each others hair and backs, hawks occasionally planting bubbles on your nose. the domestic moments you were having, like drying his hair and vice versa, made you feel like you were on cloud nine. butterflies erupted at the thought of you and hawks behaving like husband and wife.

the hotel had provided you and hawks with a pair of black silk pyjamas. they were so smooth to touchy and easy on the skin. the little pocket on your chest even had your name on it, hawks had the same but just with his name. well hero name. but the clothes were perfect fit. but how did they know you would be staying?

"hawks, why do i have a pair of pyjamas? i mean i'm not a hero nor was i a direct guest." he laid on the bed and you sat beside him, his hand petting your thigh.

"i asked them to get you a pair, pretty cool right."

"okay- but how did you know i would be staying, heck i didn't even know i was gonna stay the night." you poked his chest, your lips pouting.

"bird instinct." you started laughing, how unserious could he be. but it was nice, a change of mood.

"scoot over bird brains!"

he shuffled to the right side to make a little nest for you to lay on. hawks arm stretched out across the pillow, his hand prodding you to come over. you plopped your head on his arm and your face nuzzled in his chest. the light switched off, the blanket wrapped round you and so did hawks. you didn't need city lights to call something home anymore. it was right Infront of you, practically thrown over your entire being.

"goodnight y/n, sweet dreams." he lifted your chin, placing a gentle kiss on your lips, and then your nose, and finally your head.

"goodnight hawks. thank you for being my home.”

[pauls1967moustache]

Hellooo!!! Could we have your dvd commentary on this snippet from my beloved ‘tomorrow I’ll miss you’ please?! (even though you already did such a good job at showing their feelings)

"You know, he didn't want me to come today," Paul tells him. He says it as a joke—to demonstrate the state of George's protective paranoia—but John doesn't laugh. A perplexed, little frown creases between his brows, instead.

"What do you mean?"

Paul feels embarrassed for a moment, his cheeks warming starkly against the cool autumn air around them. He's realises it might have sounded like a bigger deal than it really is, what with John going all serious on him.

"George thinks it's this whole thing like—" he stutters out, trying not to go too obviously red. He takes a breath, focusing on the burning end of his cigarette instead of John. "Well, he has this daft idea in his head like it's going to be Hamburg all over again or summat, you know. Like we're going to become best mates in an afternoon, and then you'll disappear, and he'll have to deal with me."

It's not exactly what George said, but Paul can tell it was what he meant.

Do you want me to come with you? George asked him, in that same conversation about the book event.

I dunno if I'm going, yet. I'll probably have to work, anyway, but if you want to see him you should go, Paul had told him.

And then George said: I'll go if you wanna go—his voice all gentle, like he was trying to reassure Paul of something.

George always fucking did that—talked about John like he was only ever Paul's friend. It frustrates Paul. Makes him feel embarrassed for bringing John up in conversation, when it isn't that he's desperate to talk about John, or whatever George seems to think. John's a thing they share. Paul brings him up because he figures George might like to talk about him, too, from time to time. But then George always turns sarcastic, or wary, and it ruins the mood of whatever story Paul wanted to reminisce about in the first place.

And really, Paul doesn't always want to deal with it; so he didn't say anything else about the book event, and he didn't say anything this morning, when he decided he was going to go.

"Why would he have to deal with you?" John asks, his voice even enough that Paul figures he—thankfully—hasn't noticed Paul's unplanned embarrassment about his flub.

"I don't know," Paul shrugs, taking another drag of his smoke. "He's not my bloody keeper."

He notices John watching him carefully, out of the corner of his eye. He holds out the cigarette in offering, not sure what it is John expects.

For the DVD commentary game

Ooh, I actually have lots to say about this one! For starters, when I was outlining this fic I was very precise about the reveal of information. I knew this scene was going to be the reveal of their relationships: first Paul's wife, then John's lover, then what happened in Hamburg with each other.

But I didn't originally have an introduction to that yet, they just went straight into talking about Paul's wife. I wanted it to be a bit more fo a shock than that though, and I didn't feel like the fic had addressed George enough up to that point (something I felt like John would've asked about, but didn't fit in anywhere else). So I wrote that they start by talking about George, and once Paul accidentally hints that maybe what happened in Hamburg had more of a significant effect on him than John believes, John gets curious/desperate enough to bring up the wife Paul hasn't mentioned at all.

The other thing is that later on in the fic, we learn just how devastated Paul actually was by what happened after Hamburg when we get that flashback to Paul crying when he realises that John's genuinely never coming back, and George finds him. This is like one of the first scenes I had for the fic, and again - I planned this very precisely - so I couldn't really get into just how upset he was yet, because it's going to come up later. I could only hint at it.

The good thing about this fic is that Paul is the denial king, so his POV is tailor-made for that kind of unreliable narrator nonsense. Paul never really acknowledges his feelings, but I could give an idea that they were there by using George's protectiveness. Paul says George had to deal with him, but we don't yet know what that really means.

And then, bringing George into it created this whole backstory of George as the one who had to put Paul back together after the heartbreak John caused him. Like, my brain went into detail about this. There's a whole mini-fic of George's post-Hamburg POV in my head. So George knows what seeing John again will mean to Paul, and he is rightfully concerned about how that will turn out given that from his POV John ditched them both and then Paul was so devastated he almost quit music entirely.

George kind of doesn't like John anymore because of this, which is why he doesn't join in on Paul's John stories the way Paul likes. But Paul doesn't like to feel judged, so naturally, he doesn't want to actually be honest about his desire to see John - even if George sees right through it. George is trying to leave space for Paul to be vulnerable about all the John-related feelings this is surely bringing up to the surface and Paul is going, no thanks! because he knows George won't approve, (and he just doesn't like talking about his feelings).

John is obviously not aware of any of this and is just trying to figure out what the fuck he'll have to deal with me is supposed to mean.

[ghostly-blossom]

yujeh itadoruh | yuji itadori

OUTLINE ;; you worry about the future of your best friend.

warnings ; profanity (like once)

a / n ; is this good enough? i dunno. season one yugieh. i don’t make things aesthetic btw (if it wasn’t clear enough). overused way too much of the same words and it’s just in general very cringe. i don’t proofread btw since i hate reading my own stories.

word count ; 4.6k

— Having the ability to see curses wasn’t exactly a blessing, it was quite the opposite actually. You were a regular human who could somehow see cursed spirits. It rapidly became a problem in your life because you quickly realized that not everyone could see them. In fact, most people you know or meet don’t even acknowledge their presence. Everyone around you was clueless, seeming to not know what cursed spirits were and how they were in our daily lives.

So, with everything happening; you decided to pretend. You pretended that you were a normal person who was oblivious to everything around them. You acted as if you didn’t see these misfigured things anywhere and everywhere you looked. You didn’t want to seem like you were some schizophrenic person who should’ve belonged in a mental hospital. Plus, you were pretty confident that you would get killed if those spirits caught you looking at them for even a split second. Small or not, you were at least reasonable enough to not try to risk it.

You knew things other people didn’t, and it always made you feel uneasy. Everyone would constantly ask you what was wrong and if you were okay. They would always point out that you had this paranoid look on your face. You ended up forcing a smile and waving them off, saying it was just your natural resting face. To be honest, they weren’t far from the truth, but it’s not like you could simply tell them there were things around you both that only you could see. It wouldn’t make sense and people would stare at you like you were someone who had escaped the mental asylum. Sometimes, these interactions made you wonder if you were actually hallucinating literally everything around you. At times, it made you question what was even real.

Though, these thoughts and ideas you had were quickly crushed when a certain someone swallowed a cursed object. That fateful day happened a few weeks ago, and the person who caused it all was none other than your best friend; Yuji Itadori. Eating that finger had ended up saving you from going genuinely insane. It might have been selfish to say, but you were grateful he had done such a thing. If he hadn’t, you would have constantly been dreading every single second you were alive. Still, you had to admit, it was kinda gross that he actually ate an old finger that probably had like ten different diseases on it. He sure had some guts.

After Itadori ate the finger, he started sharing a body with an ancient curse who went by the name, “Ryomen Sukuna.” You didn’t know who that guy was but honestly? He sounded lame as fuck.

That’s besides the point though. Back on track, Sukuna ended up taking control of Yuji’s body for a while until some hair-haired old man named “Satoru Gojo” appeared and beat him up. Obviously, all this information was given to you via some cruddy summary created by Gojo. You were at the school when the events took place, but you never actually witnessed the incident firsthand. You were on a different floor at the time, but you did feel a strong pressure and what felt like the school shaking at one point. You didn’t know how you survived that night now that you think back on it. You weren’t complaining though, you were more than happy to still be alive and breathing.

The only interesting thing that really happened to you was Gojo appearing out of quite literally nowhere, saying he knew you could see cursed spirits, then just kind of kidnapping you. He also mentioned something about being surprised about how you stayed under the radar for so long before straight up assuming it was because you were weak or something. Talk about being nice.

The whole situation felt pretty bizarre, but it did confirm that everything you saw was real. You didn’t know if that was a good thing or not at this point. It gave you an unnerving feeling as reality sank in, but at the same time it somewhat reassured you. It let you know you weren’t going clinically insane. It validated everything you thought and felt. I mean, if those creatures you saw weren’t actually real, then you wouldn’t be standing in the yard of Tokyo Prefectural Jujutsu High School, right?

“Oh! There you are!” a familiar voice exclaimed. It was one you knew all too well. The voice belonged to none other than your pink-haired best friend, Yuji Itadori.

He was running towards you excitedly, waving his hand around frantically with a huge grin on his face. He sure looked happy to see you. When he got near enough, he halted right in front of you so he wouldn’t accidentally run into you and knock you both down. You only gave him a smile and a small wave in response. You were more calm and controlled your emotions more than Yuji, and it really showed at times. He was practically beaming with joy once he found you. Honestly though, you couldn’t blame him, you would’ve probably acted the exact same way he was if you had as much energy as he did.

You mentally prepared yourself for the incoherent sentences Yuji was about to say. Knowing him, he would start speaking extremely fast without giving you enough time to comprehend and respond to him, especially when he looked this excited. It’s not like you minded though, it was nice hearing him talk so freely around you.

Sure enough, he was yapping so much and so fast you almost started to worry if his mouth would end up catching on fire from the sheer speed he was talking at. Thankfully something like that wasn’t physically possible, so you didn’t actually worry too much about it. At least, you hoped such a thing wasn’t possible.

Despite the action being somewhat rude, you ended up spacing out as he talked to you. Whenever he started to ask you a question, he usually ended up interrupting himself and started talking about a whole different subject. You were grateful for this since you were only paying attention to half of the things he was telling you, so you weren’t generating responses to him. Well, in the midst of his talking he asked you a question. One that immediately caught your attention.

You weren’t going to bother answering though, assuming that he would just continue talking as if he never asked you something in the first place.

But he didn’t.

“Oh yeah! By the way, why didn’t you leave our old high school sooner to become a Jujutsu sorcerer. I think it’s pretty cool that you could naturally see curses!”

That was the question that caught you off guard. You stared at him with an expression that told him you knew the answer to his question very well.

For some reason, it was a bit embarrassing to admit. Even though you two were close, you couldn’t help but worry Yuji would get weirded out by your response. You knew he wasn’t the type to react like that, but in the back of your mind that thought stayed active. After all, one of the biggest reasons you didn’t leave was because of Yuji’s existence. In your opinion, that answer made you sound like you were kind of obsessed with him or something weird like that. You just didn’t want to leave and potentially lose one of the only people who were genuinely kind to you on a regular basis at that school.

Obviously you didn’t know a school for people like you existed for the sole purpose of exercising things you saw that most people didn’t. So, that reason only applied after Gojo found you at first, you refused, but Gojo assured you, saying Yuji would probably be attending as well. You reluctantly agreed shortly afterwards.

Well, back to the question Yuji asked. you took a deep quiet breath before smiling. It was a forced one and you could tell it was strained. Thankfully, Yuji didn��t try to press on the matter, instead patiently looking at you with a warm smile of his own. It was comforting and it soothed your nerves, which you greatly appreciated.

“Well, to be honest. . .I didn’t even know there were others that could see curses like me,” you awkwardly admitted, pausing to choose your next words, “and when Gojo did find me, I didn’t really want to go because. . .”

Your voice trails off, this was the awkward part, and to be fair you didn’t know if you could admit the final part without straight up having a whole breakdown right after saying it. Instead of trying to push you to hurry up and spill it, Yuji only keeps a curious and gentle smile on his face. His expression showed encouragement, but not in a negative kind of way. He was patient with you, not one showing annoying aggression, man, what did you do to seriously deserve someone as sweet as him?

“. . .Because I didn’t want to leave you behind. You’re my best friend and I would hate leaving you without a solid explanation, especially since we’ve been through a lot together,” you finally said, an awkward look settling on your face.

The feeling of relief washed through you, though the reason behind this feeling was one you didn’t quite know yet. The nerve subsided, but only for a moment. Yuji’s face stayed frozen as he processed your “confession” which made the anxiety slowly rise again. He was still smiling, but he wasn’t attempting to speak, which only made your concern grow. Then again, maybe he was still comprehending the words that left her mouth. He tried to think optimistically, but the negative thoughts stayed in your mind. it did little to ease attention that had enveloped the silence.

You were about to apologize to Yuji, beginning to regret what you had said, but before you could open your mouth again he pulled you into a warm embrace. You were surprised by the sudden force of the hog, making you slightly choke on air. After quickly regaining your composure, you recuperated his affection, gently wrapping your arms around him. This reaction wasn’t when you were quite expecting, but you weren’t going to whine about it at all. This was actually one of the best ones you could’ve received, even if you didn’t think about the possibility of this occurring.

It was nice being held like this, even if it was only for a moment. Closing your eyes, a smile etched itself into your face as if an emotion like the one you were feeling truly belonged there on your face. The two of you stood there in comfortable silence. Despite not speaking during the duration of this affection, you practically knew exactly what the other was thinking.

After a moment, Yuji was the first one to let go of the hug, his arms dropping to his sides. You noticed that the grin he had still on his face had somehow gotten wider. It made you wonder if his mouth was always sore because of how much he smiled, and how big and upbeat they were.

“Well everything turned out okay in the end!” he exclaimed, “I mean, now we both get to become Jujutsu sorcerers while staying together!”

Your gaze stayed, locked onto his eyes before softly, laughing, nodding your head in agreement. He was right. The both of you could now attend the new academy together without needing to worry about the other. Well, that last day it couldn’t be farther from the truth. Your face finally began to realize what your new life means.

You and Yuji would be constantly putting your lives in danger.

You always try to avoid these thoughts and focus on something else entirely, but they always end up coming back when you’re lost in thought. One day, one of you could go on a mission and never come back. The possibility would always end up putting you on edge and an uneasy feeling would rise in the pit of your gut.

You are fine with wasting your life for others. You’re okay with throwing your life away to protect the weak. As long as your death wouldn’t be in vain, you couldn’t care less about what happened to you. You were willing to do anything when it came to helping others. But you couldn’t stand the thought of you living in the end and Yuji dying. It was all because he had a promise to fulfill due to his dead grandfather. His dying words were some Yuji just wouldn’t let go. Not now, not ever. You didn’t mind that though. You actually thought it was pretty sweet of him to do such a thing. That didn’t mean it didn’t hurt you though.

It’s not like you could control his fate, after all Yuji was destined to die. That thought alone had been eating you alive from the very beginning. Yuji would be executed by the higher-ups once he had eaten all of Sukuna’s fingers, and you wouldn’t be able to do a single thing about it. You couldn’t change the outcome of his future. The simple fact made you feel so many emotions at once, and none of them were positive ones. He would be dying at such a young age, and wouldn’t ever be able to live his life to the fullest. Well, you were grateful he had eaten the finger, you understood and knew how stupid of a decision that was. Knowing all that information weighed heavy on you and it stung more than anything you’ve experienced before.

Yuji immediately noticed the change in your demeanor. His smile had disappeared in an instant and his expression turned more serious and concerned. The both of you were having a bittersweet moment and then you suddenly looked extremely depressed. He didn’t know what was running through your head right now, but he knew one thing for sure; he hated seeing a frown on your face. He carefully took one of your hands in his, squeezing it lightly. This simple act of physical touch got your attention and your head snapped up to look at him, your eyes meeting with his.

“Hey, is everything alright? You suddenly got all depressed on me and it’s making me a little concerned,” he asked, his tone lace with worry and nervousness.

You only sighed in response and shook your head. There was no point in lying to him, after all he knew you too well and would immediately recognize if you weren’t being truthful to him. You weren’t going to get out of this situation whether you wanted to or not. You’d end up feeling bad if you ignored him too, so that was out of the picture. He was way too kind for you to just push him away, he was sweet and didn’t deserve that type of treatment anyway.

“I just don’t get why you have to be executed,” you finally responded after a dreadfully long moment of silence.

Yuji froze at your words, but he knew exactly where you were coming from. He felt the same way. He was the one getting executed in the first place, so it was understandable for him to feel that way.

Well, he didn’t quite get the whole thing, he understood why the higher-ups would take such desperate measures like this. His expressions softened as he let go of your hand, freeing your hand as well as his own. After a moment of thought, he decided to answer honestly. It wouldn't be a positive and optimistic answer, but he knew you long enough and you were close enough for him to not have any reason whatsoever. It didn't feel like the right thing to do, especially a serious conversation like this one.

“Oh yeah. . .that. to be fair, I don’t really get it either, but I’ve come to accept that my death is necessary. I’m willing to sacrifice myself if it means it will save other people.” he replied, though his voice and expression were practically unreadable.

He laughed awkwardly after speaking, scratching the back of his head. The action didn’t do anything besides increase the tension that was already building up.

You didn’t respond. You wanted to but the words felt stuck in your throat, leading to nothing coming out. You wanted to scream and tell him that he didn’t have to die, that none of this had to happen. He shouldn’t accept the matter so easily, it wasn’t the right thing. You wanted to tell him all of this so badly, yet you only stood there silently and stared.

“Though. . .” he started, his voice slowly getting quieter until it was complete silence again.

Yuji thought for a minute, his eyes wandering to the side. It was clear he was deep in thought, so you let him have time to think. A couple of seconds later, it seemed like he finally had the right words to say. He looked back at you, his expression filled with newfound confidence, his eyes gleaming.

“When I die, I want to be surrounded by the people I love.”

You didn’t say anything. You admired the way he thought, even if he wasn’t the smartest person in the world. That didn’t mean it wasn’t less painful to hear. He was talking about his death so casually it was as if he didn’t seem bothered at all. He was already acknowledging and accepting he had to die whether he wanted to or not, yet here you were doing the exact opposite. You didn’t want to, but you knew you had to also accept his death before it was too late.

You had heard about Yuta’s case; he had refused to stomach the fact that Rika had died so she ended up coming back and haunting him as a special grade curse. Actually. . .now that you thought about it, the idea didn’t seem so bad. Perhaps if you refused his death then you wouldn’t have to worry about his death sentence. Maybe—

“Ah, Gojo-sensei was able to suspend my execution, remember?” Yuji suddenly pointed out, “And I’ll only die once I’ve consumed all of Sukuna’s fingers.”

The words had pulled you away from your mind before you could start coming up with more unhinged thoughts and ideas.

“He also said that they were pretty hard to find, which means we have a long time until then. So don’t stress about it, ‘kay?”

He smiled. It was a soft expression. One full of care, reassurance, and something else. You couldn’t tell what it was though. He gently squeezed your hand again and the act made your worries and depressing thoughts melt away for that moment. How could he do that so easily?

You only sighed and looked away, you couldn’t stand eye-contact right now. The words replayed through your head and you wanted to believe every single one. You wanted to believe that everything would be alright, and it would be like he never existed in your life in the first place once he was gone. Deep down, you knew that couldn’t be far from the truth. You knew things wouldn’t ever be the same once he died, no matter how hard you tried to force yourself to.

You quietly inhaled, trying to calm your nerves. It was clear how overdramatic you were being. Your mind was making you think the world would be ending once Yuji’s death penalty was carried out. Steading your breath and thoughts, you smiled at him. It was a very obvious strained one though.

You had to be strong. If not for yourself, then for Yuji.

Right, it would only make you feel more depressed if you kept thinking about it. Yuji told you not to worry too much about the future, so you could try not to. It wasn’t like you could alter the course of the future. The higher-ups were cowards. Nonetheless, you weren’t able to do anything about his sentence or higher-ups. You were far from strong or experienced enough to take them down, and you certainly weren’t a special-grade sorcerer like Gojo.

Mustering up the rest of your courage, you intertwined your fingers with his own. Yuji doesn’t attempt to pull away.

You feel more relaxed and mellow, his mere presence always had that effect on you. Well, sometimes it made you more hyper but that's besides the point. Your forced smile slowly began to drift into a more genuine one. You honestly didn’t know what you did to deserve meeting and becoming friends with such a kind and compassionate person, but you weren’t complaining. You silently thanked whatever god existed out there for giving you this heartwarming moment.

“Finally, there you both are. It took forever finding you-what are you doing?”

Megumi’s voice interrupted the wholesome moment, breaking the peace you and Yuji had. The two of you quickly turned to Megumi, hastily letting go of the other’s hand. You both had innocent expressions on your faces, pretending as if nothing happened a few moments ago. Megumi wasn’t dumb, as he clearly saw the cheesy scene you guys were having a second ago.

He only stared at the two of you. He was definitely judging you in his mind. The look on his face matched the tone of his voice; annoyance, confusion, and a hint of disgust. He didn’t seem bothered about whatever he just witnessed, he just looked irritated because it took practically forever to find you.

You gave him a small wave, not really expecting or caring if he reacted or not. Meanwhile, Yuji took the time to cheerfully wave at Megumi. There was a gleeful grin etched across his face, showing he was clearly happy to see the teen. The latter only stood there awkwardly. His face was now seemingly unreadable, but you could tell by his aura that he was already extremely done with Yuji and his antics despite just arriving. The poor boy didn’t even do anything yet.

“Fushiguro!! You look great!” Yuji exclaimed, giving Megumi a thumbs up while complimenting him in the process, his smile never wavering even for even a moment.

Megumi cringed at Yuji. Instead of acknowledging his greeting, he chose to ignore Yuji entirely, acting as if he didn’t even exist in the first place. Maybe it was for the better, after all, you didn’t really want to hear them start bickering like immature little kids. Well, that last part was directed to Yuji for the most part.

“Whatever. Anyway, Gojo assigned us a mission, so come on.”

“What?! Right now?”

“Obviously.”

Yuji sighed. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t at least a bit exasperated. All he wanted to do was hang out with you without the need to worry about death, yet here Megumi was ushering the two of you on a mission.

“Alright, thanks for letting us know, Megumi,” you replied, giving a sign of gratitude using your hands.

Suddenly, you felt a dull but strong and painful force on the back of your head. You placed one of your hands on the spot that felt like it was pulsing. You turned around to face whatever had hit you. Turns out, it was just Yuji who slapped you on your head for literally no reason.

“Hey! Mind your manners! Calling Fushiguro by his first name without his permission is just straight up rude!” He scolded, though to be honest, he didn't sound all that upset or angry.

You glared at him. Frankly, you couldn’t care less about being respectful, especially when it comes to people the same age as you. (or the higher-ups) Sure, you could be and were mostly respectful to strangers and such, but Megumi was your peer.

You punched Yuji on the arm. It was a light one, as you made sure to not punch him with too much force. You were just playing around and you didn’t want to actually accidentally hurt him. That would suck big time and you’d probably end up feeling bad if you did. You and Yuji both stared at each other, a hardened gaze plastered across the faces of you both. The tension felt like it was growing thicker and thicker until you both randomly started bursting into laughter.

Megumi just watched you laugh hysterically with a blank expression. He didn’t understand the type of relationship you and Yuji had. One moment, you guys looked like you were about to quite literally kill one another then the next you are giggling with the other like schoolgirls sharing gossip.Then, there were those questionable moments you shared with one another. Not in a weird way, of course. You had always insisted you were best friends. Nothing more nothing less. The way you both acted when around each other made most people—including Megumi at some point—think you were some type of cute couple.

Every now and then, Megumi would wonder if you two had some unforeseen crush on the other person, but you just hadn’t realized yet. He wouldn’t really think too hard on the matter though. He found it stupid trying to think deeply into something that was unimportant and wasted time. Plus, he wasn’t too interested in the subject, only ever thinking about it when he sees you two hanging around together.

As he watched you walk away with Yuji—presumably to head to Nobara and Gojo’s location to get the details needed for the mission—Megumi let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding. He almost cracked a smile but he quickly forced it down before it could externally show. It was such a pain dealing with you and Yuji, especially at the same time. You guys were such a dynamic duo with copious amounts of synergy. In fact, the synergy you had was unmatched and honestly it could be exhausting dealing and keeping up with you both at times. Even Gojo would stand by that statement.

It didn’t mean Megumi hated having you around though. He found you pretty amusing sometimes and he did enjoy your company. You shed light on his life. Then again, you could be a bit too obnoxious and overbearing like. . .90% of the time.

Megumi continued to watch as your figures got farther away from him. His eyes slightly widen at the sudden realization appearing out of basically nowhere, practically hitting him like a bullet train. You guys had no idea where to go or where you even were heading to in the first place.

His expression immediately turned gloomy again as he quickly started walking in order to catch up and guide you to the actual destination. As his pace quickened by the second, one reoccurring thought played through his head like a loop tape recorder. It was one he got often, though each time it would be different words in a different pattern. In the end, it all meant the same thing.

It wasn’t something Megumi focused on, as it was a childish thought. However this time was different, he pondered the thought a bit longer than usual before dismissing it, the thought diminishing as he caught up with the two of you, pointing out your blatant stupidity as you embarrassed look on your face before he actually guided the two of you properly, the thought once again flashed in his head. He instantly suppressed the ridiculous thought, yet even then it still faintly lingering in the back of his mind.

“Are you sure you both aren’t hopelessly in love with each other. . ?”

[mysticdreamcafe]

Still tired

Yesterday wasn't real eventful, none of my days really are. I wrote a letter, conversed with my mother, and went over my books outline while my daughter was at work.

The plan was to run to a store we'd went to the day before and return a tea cup and saucer I had purchased. I think I've mentioned before that I like old fashioned things...to a point. So when I limited my coffee intake and replaced it with tea I found my tea pot and kept an eye open for a cup and saucer that would match it. I bought the pot approx. 30 yrs ago and it didn't come with cups. Mug for coffee and tea cup with saucer for tea.

While I'm waiting for my daughter to finish her work as a big bunny for a children's Easter party thrown by the area library I made sure to do what was needed to keep my migraine to a minimum while the dogs, one in particular, talked to me constantly.

I made a concession about getting a dog, or two, after our three Shelties passed. They were siblings so 1 passed at 10yrs old and the other 2 at age 12. I liked their size but my daughter wanted a Husky. In case you don't know anything about Husky's they can be noisy dogs. They talk (different than a bark), scream similar to a Shiba Inu, and lead any drama class with full marks. Plus they shed like a busy hair salon.

After some research I said ok to a Pomsky. Half Pomeranian and half Husky that are classified as a designer dog. I didn't find the 'designer' part till after we obtained the first one. I'll try and post a pic of each later, I'm really tired today, but one is black and white like what a typical Husky would look like and called Yasha. Yasha means deamon in Japanese and his markings live up to the name in looks. Other is blonde with light blue eyes and called Natsu. Summer in Japanese because his eyes are the color of a summer sky.

Yasha looks physically more pom and is snarky and loves to talk and stomp is paws. He huffs while whipping his head around in disgust or throws a hissy fit when he doesn't get his way. He could win an Oscar for drama. We brought him home at 14 wks. old and he was basically feral. He likes us and will be snuggled and coddled but not outsiders. They are the "don't touch me" people. Bigger dogs are ok but if they try to pick a fight he goes straight for the throat. Same with ground hogs.

Natsu is more like a Husky physically and came from a good home at 14wks old, too. He loves people, kids he's standoffish but they move fast at him so...if they stand still he'll love them. This one howls at sirens and screams when he thinks it's time to go. Dog park? Scream to leave house then again to leave park when he or his brother are tired.

Both breeds are energetic so combined they still have energy and smarts in abundance. So they go for walks and to the dog park periodically. They also have a very large yard to run and play in. Trust me, they want for nothing. However, if they don't get to go someplace outside this property they get difficult. More difficult than normal.

After the stop at the shop I thought we'd take them for a walk along the river. It was in the 20's, we're having a second winter here in Michigan, and very windy but they went with my daughter for a total of about a mile. Yasha is 20lbs and has short legs and tires the fastest. Natsu is almost 30lbs but doesn't fight stopping when his brother is tired.

I personally only went 1/4 mile and then back. I go slow and just watched them speed walk along with boardwalk. I thought of pushing it and joining them but decided the after affects aren't worth it. So, instead of being a blob on the couch today because I hurt to much to move I have written 2 letters, meditated, straightened house a bit, prepped supper, and started cleaning my room while the pups napped on my bed.

That is huge for me considering I'm running a fever again and exhausted.

[knitasha]

Ski Lift

Day 5 of NaNoWriMo prep! I spent most of my writing time translating my plot outline into a 50-day timeline of events, including locations, holidays, work shifts, and key events happening each day. About half of those days don't have content yet, but they don't all need to.

Today's writing blurb comes from a dream I had last night. I dream most nights and they tend to be on the weird side, but I don't often remember them by the end of the day. I figure if it's still in my head at this point, I should try to get some of it on paper.

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There was no way I was going to make it up that mountain. I was going to be stuck here at the base. The snow would start to fall again, the wind would pick up, and I would slowly but surely be buried until I simply fell asleep and then died. Or maybe I'd be eaten by a bear first. Were there bears here?

But visions of my pathetic, frozen figure looking pleadingly up at the lights above were interrupted by a gaggle of laughing, shrieking kids as they skied by me and raced each other to the lift.

I watched as they each grabbed into a lift cable, tucking it neatly between their legs and leaning back on the pad for support as they slowly ascended the slope.

"Tig! I can't believe you beat us back here!"

Winnie pulled up next to me, transferring her left pole to the right hand and looping her spare arm through mine. When I didn't respond, she looked me up and down and sighed.

"You never got on the first time, did you?" The look on my face must have been answer enough because suddenly she was pulling my forward and I, who had no clue how to stop myself from moving, went with her. "Come on, we'll go up together."

By the time I'd figured out how to position my feet straight ahead without my knees buckling in, we were behind two couples. Tig tapped the man directly in front of us on the shoulder. "Hey, help her get off at the top, okay?"

He gave me a brief, pitying glance, "Sure."

I wondered just how much like the Italian flag my face must look between the nausea, terror, and embarrassment I felt right now. I tried to say thanks, but all that came out was a wheeze of air that led into a half sob.

And then the couple was gone and I felt Tig's strong hands push me forward and manhandled me onto the next cable. "Just hold on and lean back. I'll see you at the top!"

"Wait!" It was the only word I'd uttered in over an hour, but it was too late. The cable tugged me along and I gripped the handholds with every ounce of strength I had left.

I remembered Tig's instructions and tentatively let more of my weight lean back into the padded seat. It felt secure enough. Maybe. I focused on my breathing and looked straight ahead. Although I couldn't see behind me, I felt the distance growing with each moment we were pulled forward. I wondered how many yards I would have to roll down before I broke my neck.

Breathe. Just breathe. Think about the welcome video. Remember the floor plans. Five steps from the sidewalk to the doors. Step into the warmer, wait 30 seconds. Check in's on the right, elevators just past them. Hot cocoa and oatmeal chocolate chip cookies - no raisins - upon arrival. Room 6834. 1 king bed, outside view. Dinner at 7. Drone fireworks at 8.

And then, hands were helping me - okay pulling me - off of the cable and depositing me on the bench. The man whose name I didn't know gave me a reassuring pat on the shoulder before skiing back down the slope we'd just ridden up. Madness.

"I knew you could do it!" Tigg pulled up next to me, squeezing my shoulders with one arm before dragging me up. "C'mon, let's see if we can check in early while everyone else is skiing."

[teleportationmagic]

Finished Batman Fugitive!

Overall a very good read, however I think the 'tec parts of it could've been cut entirely. Not to say that it's bad - and I probably will go back and read bunch of random tec runs, the more detective-y stuff speaks to me - but it's basically padding for the rest of the story. I also wish everything wasn't wrapped up in one issue, it would have been nice to have a little bit more Cain v Bruce, and Cass should had a bit more to do in the finale, but overall I am. nitpicking.

I also understand why y'all are insane about Dick and Tim - they really do be the brothers of all time. Them plus Barbara and Alfred really are the heart of the batfam side of this event, and the fun thing about comics is that you can see all the individual clues from different books wind together - the bit of fabric, Cass recognizing the nerve strike and then recognizing the moves that Dick did - all painting a vivid picture of who actually did it. The scene where she's fighting Dick, and you get to see an outline of Cain is fantastic, though I went into this knowing who did it. That scene did also turn my stomach! But you know, for her violence is always given and taken.

Lastly, my girlie my baby boo, so nice to see Stephie. She makes a good outsider to all the nonsense that's happening with the rest of the family. Also, poor Sasha. Straight up forgotten by the text for monthssssss - Bruce owes her an apology. It's obvious just how bad the sinking into Batman is for him, but also - there's such a pervasive selfishness to all of it that's like catnip to me. His justification of it too. And Leslie is a counterpoint to all of that, by her ideology she cannot believe that Batman is better than Bruce Wayne.

[forfuckssakejim]

Halo Hiding My Obsession

3, 8, 10 - 14, 20 & 21

fic

3. Did it have a different ending originally?

Ya know, not really. sometimes I just write and the ending comes naturally. Those are they days I believe in miracles.

8. Would you ever write a sequel or a second chapter to the oneshot?

ooooh, I would love tooo. Maybe like Crowley's version of events and how he went about tricking gabriel.

10. Did you include something in the oneshot that you originally weren't planning on including?

Hmm, I don't think so. I knew based on the script everything I needed/wanted to touch upon. So I had the whole outline planned, the details and the progression just happened naturally

11. What scene was the hardest to write?

THE FUCKING LETTER AZIRAPHALE WRITES!!!! motherfucker was a bitch to draft. You can even tell I hated it when I did the little tidbit of the fucking paper. because in my anger of writing it I had this urge to research the paper of the time period and well, i was not dissapointed

12. What scene was the easiest to write?

adding the disciptors to the origianl script we had. It was almost as if it was a real scene i had watched and I was simply just writing it out. I could see it unfold in my mind as it went. It was almost magical.

13. What scene were you most excited about writing?

THE CHOCOLATES. i am not joking. I love crowley and the chocolates he brought for aziraphale. that was the first thing I wrote. I love chocolate.

14. What scene is the most different to the original plan?

ya know, I don't think i deviated anything. This was probably one my more straight forward fics where I didn't get too distracted or crossed out a million other ideas.

20. What part of the oneshot are you most proud of?

i really like aziraphale's pinning

21. What part of the oneshot are you least proud of?

Can I choose the letter again? I hate the letter. I need to burn it with hell fire.

[leoalvarez-clowncarcommittee]

Here's the fic under the cut for those without access to SoFurry!

Kinks: Mpreg / Oviposition

"I shoudn't be doing this..." It was the only thought repeating over and over again in Flynn's head. "He's not a kid anymore, of fucking course!... but," Furred paws begin to trace his toned body, outlining his fit curves and every so slightly rubbing against the grain of his scales. Flynn whimpers, the soft and gentle touch a stark contrast to his usual quickies and hookups. "It ... just feels nice to be this close with someone." He opens his maw to respond, but is met with the warm and wet tongue of his current lover. The warmth and conenction breaks his train of thought as he feels his muzzle invaded by the other man's raspy tongue. "Guess he learned something useful up at bible school afterall..."

Tj was completely lost to the sensations. He could barely keep straight the events that lead up to this. He was out jogging in the early morning, before the sun came up and well before either Chase or Jenna would be up. It was nice to exercise before the sun melted his thick coat of fur into his skin... and plus the two wouldn't bother him so much about his long showers if he came back and finished cleaning up as they were waking up. He had decided to go shirtless for some reason, chocking it up to the surge of confidence he had gained the last few days while visiting his home town for spring break. He couldn't quite place a paw on it, but figured it was a fine enough choice. The stifling morning air was already starting to warm up, even with the sun just on the tip of the mountain-scaped horizon. He wasn't really sure why he ended up running down to that part of town after whizzing by his old place... he should have went left to finish the loop and make it back to the motel. But something urged him to take a right and head over to where Flynn lives... and where Sydney used to live.

It's why he wasn't completely surprised when he saw Flynn out and about, smoking in his truck. Just off the side of the road. Tj had offered up a confident 'Hello!', a peace offering to the once friends. And to his surprise... it worked! Flynn's frown cracked for a moment, seeing the toned and built lynx in the early morning sun, sweat starting to drip off the thick layers of fur. It... excited the lizard. Made him feel a way about his friend that he hadn't until this very moment. He couldn't quite describe it. Maybe the blue in Tj's eyes were a different... deeper shade of blue. Something that drew him in. And against all reason, and logic, the lizard decided to go for it. His facade broke, and he laughed. At the craziness of the situation, of even thinking of propositioning the lynx... but he felt it was now or never. Like if Tj said yes, then Flynn could bond with him the only way he knew how to... The only way that made him feel whole. Maybe that would help fix the shit] mood he had cast on the whole gang.

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20 minutes ago:

"Hey... Tee.j" Flynn announces himself to his friend, embarresed at how... casual that was. How nonconfrontational it was. When there was an anger, a flame in his heart deep down that he couldn't understand. Maybe it was the shadowey outline behind the Lynx that he could barely perceive... but refuse to act on that got him to keep going. "You... you look pretty hot!"

"Huh!?" Tj was taken aback. He was sure it was just Flynn messing with him again. It's not like the lizard knew he liked guys too...

"You know, from running!" 'Real fucking smooth...' "Why don't you come back to my place, a-and we can get you some water. And cool you down, ya?" 'Fuck, this was stupid...'

"Yeah! Sounds great!" Tj assumes he doesn't really have much to lose going along with the gila. They were friends afterall!

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The two had just closed the door when their superficial charade ended. Flynn was upon Tj in a moment, one clawed paw cupping the lynx's face as the other went to unbuttoning his shirt. He walked the two of them against a wall, kissing deeper and deeper. Tj wasn't expecting this... but it was nice. He had kissed a few girls at college... and maybe his roommate once or twice. It was nice... even if most people didn't like his rough tongue. But Flynn... Flynn really liked it it seems. And Tj knew he

liked the lizards long and smooth tongue in his mouth and practically down his throat. The two kissing made taking off their clothes as Flynn lead the pair to his room a pit impractical... but Flynn using a sharp tooth to yank off the lynx's totally-only-for-fuctionallity jockstrap off his package was worth the awkwardness

--

And that's why, when Tj decided this is REALLY what HE wanted, it was time to keep pushing it. Tj knew the lizard wanted more. Just the way that he drank down the lynx's saliva and essence in each and every kiss. When one of his arms began to trail down Flynn's leg, and hooked onto the lizard's calf, only to start raising into the air, bending the taller man in half, Flynn didn't hesitate to bring his other leg up to mast. "Woah, really, Teej?" Flynn was willing, but surprised that his friend wanted to keep going... and so soon too!

"Y-yeah. I want you." Tj was surprised by his own voice. It was deeper, almost raspy. But the confidence and masculinity that rushed through his every pour from it was enough of a push to not question it that much. "Hold 'em up while I line up, Flynn." The lizard didn't have to be told twice. It was easier when his top knew what he wanted. Flynn brought both of his knees as close to his chest as he could, his tail propping his rear up to a good angle. He hooked his arms under his knees, not wanting to put extra weight on his smaller partner. "Damn dude..."

'I know... i know my hole is kinda loose but you don't gotta say it...'

"Your ass IS pretty fat!" Tj lined his cock up with Flynn's hole, and hocked a loogie at the winking star of flesh. He pushed down on his dick, slipping right into his near-lifelong friend with ease as the two hissed in pleasure.

--

Their love making was passionate and fulfilling. Tj's athletic body was able to match Flynn's need to be used. The lynx's stamina was legendary, keeping his hefty albeit shorter cock pumping in and out of the gila's ass for what felt like an eternity. Though rough-fucking was only JUST long enough for Jenna to start to wake up and wonder why her friend had gone...

--

After taking the quickets shower of his life, Flynn had dropped off the Lynx back at the motel, Jenna already ready to storm out and find the pair after being unable to reach Tj. With an excuse consistening of telling the fox that the two were simply doing cardio together early in the morning (which wasn't a lie!), the situation was diffused. In fact... a lot of things were diffused with the group. The rest of the vacation went smoothly, with all things considered. It was like a fog was lifted between Tj and Flynn, the anonmosytity melted. And the sliver of hope had spread out to the rest of the friends. In fact, the college bound ones returned somewhat disappointed that everything was practically uneventful... though that's how Echo really was in their memories

--

A Few Months Later:

"What do you mean, you're pregnant?" Tj wasn't believing what he was hearing. Flynn had driven down to his university in The Golden State, and dropped this bomb on him. Tj had just started his Sophmore year, and this news was throwing a complete wrench in that plan. "B-but I didn't ... finish in your slit!" This wasn't making sense, Tj knew he finished inside of his friend... but there shouldn't be a baby!

"Wh...what?!" Flynn was almost back to his old angry self.... Though the slight dissent in his previously tone body kept him from getting completely frantic. "Dude! I have a dick! D-id you think I was a women this whole time? Isn't that like- against what you people," he motioned with a paw to the campus, "believe is right?" It was Tj's turn to get angry.

"First of all," The lynx clenched his paw, "What do you mean, 'you people'? When have I EVER been against ANYTHING? I've only ever asked MY FRIENDS to accommodate ME, not police their own lives! And do you really think I'd be enough of a hypocrite to be homophobic if I was going to... going to ... make love to you?" The confidence hadn't returned to the lynx since that week, but it did help him grow a bit.

"Make love? MAKE LOVE?" Flynn was yelling now, starting to make a scene to the fellow early risers in the campus parking lot. "Rolling around your greasy and sweaty fur all over my bed and dumping a load in me isn't 'Making Love!'"

"Well... well you never called o-or texted me back about it! I thought's that what you wanted..." Flynn coudln't argue with the truth.

"Then why didn't you use a condom, dick-for-brains!" Flynn had completly forgotten to ask. He figured the lynx would have grabbed one from the pile the gila kept open and visible on his nightstand... guess he didn't notice Tj's seed leaking out of his ass when they showering either.

"Well, like I said. I put it inside your butt, not your front!" Flynn gripped the front of his forehead with his scales.

"You idiot... it's the other way around for reptiles! Aren't you studying sports medicine and anatomy and all that?" Flynn was flabbergasted that the

lynx didn't know this fundamental fact about male-pregnency on planet Terra.

"N-no... we hadn't gotten to reptile anatomy yet. That's in 201... which I'm only taking this semester. And... I never knew. My parents didn't uhh... think about explaining male-on-male anatomy when they gave me the talk... A-and... how do you know it's 'mine'?" Flynn had enough.

"BECAUSE... you're the only guy I've let hit it raw on my rear..." Tj nodded, choosing to believe Flynn. "Just give me money for half of the abortion, and I'll get it taken care of. I'm sure there's some clinic I can just walk into here in this liberal ass statef."

"No!" Tj rushed to hug his friend, careful not to squeeze his belly.

"Oh Go-gawsh. Don't tell me you're a weirdo about abortion?" Tj looked up confused at Flynn.

"What? Oh no, of course not. It's your body so it's between you and God. Plus... it's not my place to judge people, it's His. What I meant was... that I want to keep it."

"WHAT?"

"I'm serious. I... like you Flynn. It hurt me that you never reached back out... But something that day. Some kind of miracle happened." Tj rubs his paw against Flynn's stomach, the two blushing in unison. "And... and not just our child. But something about 'us', shifted. Not just the anger you had with me, but all our friends! Like something that was hanging over us got what it wanted, and moved on! It made me feel special and good... and I want to share that. I WANT to be a dad, Flynn! I want givee my kid... or kids, a better outlook on life and how it mixes with God, than my parents did. It's... it's something that's important to me. Just like you are!"

"No thanks! I shouldn't have to tell you how I feel about God." 'Fuck, I barely even know YOU, Teej'.

"What your parents did Flynn... what they put you through, wasn't right. But that wasn't God... that wasn't even Chrisianity!" Flynn's face was less cold after hearing what he knew was true. "It was a whole group of people who treated you... well treated you like shit, if I'm being honest." Hearing Tj curse really got Flynn's attention. "Please... lets at least... at least stay together till they hatch? Just to see if it works?" Flynn thought it over for a moment. The urge to nest was growing... and Flynn finally began to understand and believe in that connection he felt with Tj that morning.

"Till I lay it,

okay?"

"Deal!"

--

It was time. The couple had bought the best incubator they could afford on their budget. Tj's sabbatical at school went over well enough after they learned it was for a child. Tj's parents even chipped in to help out, and encouraged their son to do what he felt was right. The months leading up to this had been filled with gay jokes, awkward shuffling to and from events, and enough quiet moments rubbing Flynn's ever growing and rounding belly to really form an emotional and romantic bond between the two. There was even that time they ran into the other male-male pregnancy couple over and over again in Payton, a pleasant Mr. MacGruff and Mr. Bleaker... But it was time, and it was happening. Everything was set up for a home-lay and Tj was going to be by his man every step of the way.

[Oviposition Kink: Skip to next break to avoid]

Tj's paw gripped Flynn's, the lizard squatted over the nest-like section of the incubator receptacle. Flynn was starting to dilate, his ass stretching and secreting a white fluid. Being around Flynn for so long, Tj had to hold himself from making a 'cum' joke... but the two had shot enough loads into each other over the months that it wasn't TO far out of the ordinary. It's not like Tj could get pregnant from a pregnant partner, an it's not like Flynn could get MORE pregnant.

Even with frequent use, Flynn was straining with the task of pushing the egg along. It was always more difficult for anal-births in reptiles, but it was a natural function, and he knew it would be okay. But the strain, and sweat pouring all over his body, combined with the slick fluid dripping from his ass constantly was starting to turn him on. Especially as he pushed more and more, the egg starting to take the final bend past his second colon. It was the most intense part, and his partner being next to him made it all the more special.

"Just keep pushing babe, I'm right here next to you!"

"HNNNG"

"That's it! Keep going, Flynn!"

The egg had popped into his rectum now... and the pressure was incredible. Flynn felt like his prostate was constantly being smashed, each push and struggle to get the egg moving turned him on more and more. His body was sending positive feedback loops to itself to get the egg moving... but his anal obbssessed mind was mixing the signals of life and pleasure in his brain. It felt right, it felt wrong... it was all so much.

"That's it, it's starting to crown!" Tj exclaimed as the tip of the grey egg started to distend from Flynn's anus. Tj stepped in front of his lover, barely having to lean down to get eye level of the taller-squatting

man. "I... I love you, Flynn. I'm here for you." Tj's smile melted the last synapses in Flynn's brain. It was the first time the lynx ever told him that.

"Hnnng, I love you TOOOOO!" Flynn shared his feelings just as the egg exited his hole and dropped safely to the incubator. The final pressure and relief was enough to make him jizz his slit, cumming harder than he ever had before without even dropping out of himself. It was so intense, so romantic. So fulfilling and meaningful. And he shared it with the man he grew to love over the last five months...

--

The couple lie together in bed, Tj still rubbing Flynn's no longer-extended belly in instinct as the two begin to drift to sleep from exhaustion. Their offspring sat safely under the incubator heat lamp, a fire-safe distance from the bed.

"Tj?" Flynn asked.

"Ya, Love?" Both were warmed by the nickname.

"Will... will you stay here, till it hatches?" Tj's eyes lit up, once last surge of energy before passing out for the evening.

"I-I thought you would never ask!" The two embrace before succumbing to slumber, Content in what they made together, and eager to share their uncertain future together.

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[theaveragepsychoticbitch]

You actually get to fuck his ass this time lmfao [part one right here]

AMAB!Dom!Reader x Sub!Poseidon

Content warning ⚠️: Mild degradation (receiving/giving), and unprotected sex

Apologies (part 2!)

You were a horrible person.

At least, that's what Poseidon thought when you left him hanging for an entire week after your night together.

When he had asked if you would continue, you'd looked him dead in the eyes, smiled- no, smirked, and said,

"No."

He was stunned, so much so you had already laid down, turned over and "gone to sleep" when he came out of his stupor. Didn't you enjoy it (too)? Didn't you understand this was a once-in-a-lifetime chance? How could you go to sleep after one round?! A round you didn't even get to cum in, at that! He tried to wake you, but you were just so tired, he gave up allowed you to sleep after it became clear his efforts were in vain.

Your denying him more that night left him completely unsuspecting of the teasing he'd endure tomorrow.

The first day, your hands always seemed to find a reason to glide along his skin. Fingers trailing along his inner thighs, quick squeezes at his hips, a playful slap on the ass.

The second day, you didn't touch him at all. He was deprived of even the smallest of touches right up until bedtime, where you ran your hands over every inch of body- minus the important places. You went as far as to get him naked, before turning over and, once again, going to bed. The seas raged with the force of his disappointment.

The third day, your usual polite speech was replaced with a vocabulary so vulgar, Aphrodite herself was blushing. Zeus never thought he'd see the day Poseidon's stoicism crumbled, but here it was: Poseidon, in all his straight-faced glory, so red in the face Thor's hair would be jealous.

The week continued on in that manner.

Tonight, you'd invited Poseidon to sleep in one of his smaller manors. The castle was long abandoned, and your daylight hours had been spent working with a team of trusted handmaids to clean the place up for tonight. All that was left now was to wait, and wait you did, a small smile on your face as you thought of the events soon to take place.

You knew he was here before you could see him; from the balcony, you could see the waves had gotten stronger, rougher, in the presence of their leader.

"Isn't the view beautiful?"

"You called me here to talk about the view?"

You snorted, turning your head just enough to meet his eyes. "Would you be disappointed if I said yes?"

A tch sound left his lips, but he otherwise remained silent. "Strip, Poseidon." The wind howled, as if it was eager to see him naked as you were.

He raised an eyebrow as you turned your back to the sea, the moon behind you casting a shadow over your features. "Who do you think-"

"Strip, or would you rather go to bed untouched again?" It was a threat you knew you wouldn't make good on, but after this week, Poseidon couldn't be so sure. His pride was once again being tested; he wanted your touch, he knew that. But was he willing to follow your orders like one of the imperfect scum he so despises for it?

The glare on his face as he placed his trident in your outstretched hand and began to take off his clothes could make an entire garden wilt.

His hands were slow, for as much as he wanted to have you on him, he didn't want to seem desperate. He also had yet to make you pay for your teasing.

Which is how your simple order became a strip tease. His handed glided across his body in a way that accentuated both his curves and his muscle. He'd pull down some of the cloth that hid his skin just enough so that you could see the edge of a nipple, the dip of his hips, the curve of his ass, then start on somewhere new. There were multiple layers to his clothes, so sometimes he'd pull down the first so that you'd get a mere outline, or just barely be able to see through the fabric.

By time he had finally undressed, you were both hard, him from the way your eyes devoured his body, you from the sexy display he'd given.

"Happy now?" You liked this side of Poseidon. He knew how to tease of course- he's had years of practice in bed to master it- but this was different. The glimmer in his eyes was different, the way the corner of his mouth lifted just so, the way he stood tall and proud while butt-naked on the balcony. It was all different.

And honestly, you wouldn't have it any other way.

As if by unspoken consent, the two of you made for the bed, snatching up the lube as you passed it. His trident was placed against the wall as Poseidon sat near the edge of the bed, leaning back so you had easy access to his hole as you poured the liquid over three of your fingers.

Approaching him, one knee went between his legs, the opposite hand holding you up. Your lubed fingers went to his puckered hole, tracing circles around it as he shivered.

"Ready?" The concern you'd tried to hide still managed to slip into your voice. It was his first time taking anything up there, and you knew firsthand how much it could hurt. However, your fingers weren't as thick as Poseidon's, so that would make all the difference.

The corner of his lip raised at your question, and was quickly followed by a scoff. "I'd be surprised if I even feel your puny fingers." With that sentence, all mercy you may have had flew out the window. You took no small amount of pleasure in the face he made when you shoved a finger in without warning, enjoying the way his walls flexed around your digit. His furrowed eyebrows and the force of which he bit his lip were the only reactions he gave. "With the way you whine whenever I do this, you'd think I'd actually feel something. These little fingers of yours are usele-"

Two fingers in now, you went straight for his prostrate.

His hips thrust forward at the new feeling, a loud, sultry moan escaping past his lips. You didn't give him time to recuperate; your only goal was to milk of as many moans like that as you could. So you attacked the spot relentlessly, entranced by the way his lips moved to form each sound. For the most part, his eyes were closed, but each time they opened, without fail, you were drawn into a kiss. You welcomed his tongue in your mouth like a lover who'd spent a long time away from home, entwining the wet muscles as his moans were lost to your lips. Your fingers, three deep now, stretched and rubbed and pleasured his hole until that glorious moment was upon you again.

He broke from the kiss throw his head back, hands gripping at the sheets and your thigh. His lips, swollen from the kiss and wet with spit, once again formed a perfect "O". And through that "O" came a moan you'd remember perfectly years into the future, accompanied by a twitch of his dick, followed by a spray of pure white cum.

You couldn't decide which was better, pre-orgasm or post.

Because right now, with his face beet-red, his mouth wide open, his legs spread like a proper whore, and covered in his own cum... you had a hard time believing he'd ever been more attractive.

"I hope you're not too tired, because the night isn't over yet Love." You didn't expect a response, and you didn't get one. Your thumbs rubbed small circles into his thighs, a satisfied smile on your face. Your hands, ever on the move, were quick to forsake the circles they made and creep down lower, lifting his muscular legs over your shoulders so you could spread his cheeks. His hole, wet with precum that had dripped down and lube, spread far easier than it had earlier. There'd still be a stretch when you put it in, but it wouldn't be too bad.

"Tell me, My Lord... Do you think you can take it?"

"Do you truly think that pathetic dick of yours is too much for me? A being so puny in size dares believe themselves capable of such a feat? Watch your tongue, lest I cut it out."

It was amazing his tongue was still so sharp after all that'd happened. His eyes had cleared some, but his face failed to make his usual indifferent scowl. It was completely relaxed, in fact, and gave the impression that his mind was still fogged, that his words were nothing more than an automated message.

"Sounds like you're overconfident... Or maybe you're overcompensating? Could the big, bad Poseidon be... Scared? The God of Gods, afraid of taking the pathetic dick of a puny mortal... what a shame."

You expected to be impaled before you could finish your sentence, yet you glance at the god to find him perfectly calm, staring deep into your eyes with an unnerving intensity.

"Position yourself." He wasn't asking. Intrigued by his attempt to seemingly take back control, you obeyed. Back to headboard, you barely had time to get comfortable before his trident was embedded deep into the wood centimeters from your head.

Poseidon straddled you, one hand on your shoulder, the other on his thigh. The expression on his face made you shudder and smirk.

"I'll show you how "afraid" I am of your mortal dick."

Taken all the teasing you could handle, have you? You thought.

The hand on his thigh moved to your waist, slowly pushing your shirt up. You let him undress you, watching the way his eyes clouded and his pupils grew with each inch of skin uncovered. The way his breath slowly became labored. How his dick twitched in excitement as he finally, finally got your pants off.

He was generous with the lube he poured, watching intently as it drizzled down the sides of your cock, passing over veins as it traveled from tip to base.

Then he was holding it still as he pressed the tip to his hole. You were entranced, taken with the way he shivered at the feeling. Pushing the tip in, two sets of eyes focused on where their owners connected, silence falling like a thick blanket as you both waited for him to bottom out.

A sigh of relief came from you both when it was all in.

He shifted to his knees, keeping eye contact with you. He smirked, as if to say "Does this look afraid to you?", and started to bounce. His pace was as rough and fast as an ocean current, drawing a startled gasp out of you. Moans followed after, and soon, you were both loose at the mouth from the feeling. He was tight and warm and fuck, he kept clenching. The amount of lube he poured made a lewd wet sound whenever he came down, and the sound of his ass slapping against your thighs was driving you crazy.

Sooner than you meant, you could feel that tightening in your stomach. Clawing at his thighs, you clamped your mouth around his nipple and sucked, earning an especially loud moan almost directly in your ear.

"Fuck, Poseidon, that's perfect. You're so fucking perfect."

His orgasm hit like a tsunami at your words. He slammed down on you one final time, clenching tight enough to bring you over the edge with him. Your seed ended up deep inside him, while his spewed up onto your chest and face.

The room was filled with the sound of heavy breathing as waves crashed in the background.

Through the haze of pleasure and your lack of breath, you manage to say, "Ya' know... I'm starting to think you should be an asshole more..."

Poseidon slid up and off you, cum pouring from his opened hole. "Must you insist on being foolish, [Name]?"

A breathy laugh escapes your lips as he pulls you into his warm embrace. You loved it when he said your name. "If a rude remark here or there gets apology sex like this, then foolish I'll be."

The room was silent once more, the two of you simply enjoying each other's presence. You smiled at him, and while he didn't smile back, he did let out an amused blast of air from his nose. The look on his face told you you'd caught him off-guard when you said, "Wanna go again?"

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A/N: I prefer AMAB reader when writing/reading penetration, but next time I'll write for the flipside. ALSO sorry this took so long I suck unwashed ass at writing back-to-back. I didn't spellcheck cause I'm exhausted, so tell me of any misspells and if I used any specific pronouns for reader!

[nyx3927]

 @musicfeedsmysoul12​ and @lurking96 this is both of y’all’s fault with that thread about how too many fics where Izuku jumps, gets a quirk and just make Bakugo regret it without any actual character change. Just: Izuku goes splat, and now Bakugo is an uwu soft boy who’s really sorry but had no character development visible.

Y’all both get some of the blame for this fic outline I created after a bang, chocolate, and on 2 hours of sleep. It’s still a really rough outline and I don’t have time to polish it up into an actual outline, draft, then fic with my summer classes and job right now. Enjoy my stream of thought with no filter

The Ripple

Izuku has a concussion from Bakugo attacking him at school so his eyesight is off. Everything else is the same up to when All Might leaves him on the roof.

The concussion fucked with his vision, balance, and depth perception. So he ended up accidentally stepping off the side of the building. (Hush, I know that there’s a railing. We’re pretending that when All Might jumped away from Izuku on the roof, he accidentally took like half of it with him.)

Crash, boom, blood. Ambulance carted him off to the hospital and that’s the last we see of Izuku for a while.

They don’t know that All Might was the one who got him up to the rooftop because the notebook with the signature was blown off the roof and into the river. By the time that it was found, it was nothing but mush and the writing was illegible, all runny and blurry. They also just assumed that a villain ripped the railing off in a previous battle and the owner hadn’t gotten it fixed yet.

Inko tells Mitsuki that they think it was suicide because he couldn’t have accidentally gotten up on the roof (No evidence of All Might). Katsuki hears that but refuses to tell anyone that he told Izuku to jump off a roof because that could hurt his chances of being a hero.

Entrance Exam

Fast-forward to the entrance exam, everything proceeds as canon except for the bits with Izuku, which never happened.

Uraraka is stuck under the boulder with the zero pointer bearing down on her. Canon shows no evidence of any pro except Present Mic at the site, and he was last seen at the gates so he isn’t close by to Uraraka.

Uraraka couldn’t escape from the boulder in time and the kill switch takes up to 30 seconds to receive and process. So, the robot steps on the boulder and crushes her leg. She’s rushed to Recovery Girl but the damage is so severe that they have to amputate a leg.

As compensation, UA takes care of all the medical bills and offers her a spot in the Hero Course at UA with her entire tuition paid for all 3 years. Uraraka accepts to make it easier financially on her parents, so she shows up to the first day of classes with a prosthetic leg that she painted pink in an effort to make it less sad.

Quirk Assessment

A random extra is put into 1-A, but they and Mineta are promptly expelled. The extra just didn’t try at all, relying upon the idea that the teacher wouldn’t actually expel anyone on the first day. Mineta was just too pervy/not heroic enough so he got the boot.

Aizawa was reminded of the death of Oboro when Uraraka nearly got crushed, so he’s on high alert to expel those that he believes would never be good at heroics/ would just get themselves killed. Extra not trying and Mineta just focusing on being a perv, made him convinced they would get killed so he just expelled them straight away [No readmission for them]

This shocked Momo who thought he was bluffing and made her more cognizant of the fact that not everyone plays by the same rules as her.

Battle Trial

Battle trials happen. Momo and Uraraka are paired up together and fight twice in the trials. They won both times because Uraraka floated the bomb and Momo in the fight against Todoroki so that it was impossible for Todoroki to capture them. They win against Iida and Bakugo because Uraraka takes advantage of Iida’s unwillingness to hurt someone he views as disabled/helpless and knocks him out with a bat from Momo, then touches the bomb, Momo just created water and soaked Bakugo so he couldn’t use his Quirk and then ran from him.

All other trials proceeded as in canon.

USJ

Since Tsuyu is the only one in the Water Zone [Midoriya not in the story and Mineta expelled], she just went straight for the shore and got back to the entry area via the river. She witnesses the entire beatdown of Aizawa and his fighting, so she’s very traumatized. But because she’s amphibious and is completely underwater [In my hcs, she can breathe underwater as long as water can access most of her skin. So her suit is very permeable and water can get through it], Shigaraki never sees her and so he doesn’t try to kill her.

Rest of the USJ goes as canon dictates including Aizawa getting his head smashed by the Nomu

Sports Festival

Because 1-A has 2 less students, only the first 40 to get to the finish line can pass on. Todoroki ended up getting first place by icing over Bakugo’s legs at the tunnel entrance. Everyone else that originally passed in canon, also passed.

All the teams are the same, except for Uraraka’s team which doesn’t have Midoriya, and Shoji’s who doesn’t have Mineta.

Bakugo is going after Todoroki instead of Uraraka’s team because he’s focused on snagging the winning headband. 

Uraraka uses her Quirk on her team and they just hang out in the sky for awhile, since after the boulder, she practiced to be able to lift more weight so that never happens again. 

Shoji’s team is the same as canon, especially because Mineta never actually did anything important to the team.

Todoroki never uses his fire because he used his ice to create a dome that kept everyone else away from his team. Bakugo runs around stealing other headbands since he can’t get to Todoroki.

At the end of the round, Todoroki is in first, Bakugo is second, Uraraka is third and Shinso is fourth.

Ojiro and Shoda both drop out citing the fact that they couldn’t remember the event as the reason. Shiozaki Ibara and Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu replace them

So now we have the 1v1 battles with the following students.

Uraraka Ochako

Tokoyami Fumikage

Hatsume Mei

Bakugo Katsuki

Kirishima Eijiro

Ashido Mina

Sero Hanta

Todoroki Shoto

Iida Tenya

Yaoyorozu Momo

Kaminari Denki

Shinso Hitoshi

Aoyama Yuga

Shiozaki Ibara

Tetsutetsu Tetsutestu

Shinso gets a free pass onto the next round because he is a gen ed student so they wanted to allow him the best chance possible and it’s better for the optics of UA for watchers to see a hero student beating up another hero student instead of a gen ed kid.

Todoroki v. Sero -Todoroki won ala iceberg

Kaminari v. Shiozaki  -Kaminari won by sending electricity through her hair and knocking her out because Aizawa forced him to start thinking outside of the box after he nearly died during the USJ [shiozaki has to have nerves to control her vines and nerves have electricity traveling through them. So they’re a conductor and Kaminari can send his electricity down them]

Iida v. Hatsume -He doesn’t accept her gadgets and just pushes her out of bounds. After the Uraraka debacle in his battle trial, he realizes that he can’t just go off his perceptions and has to be wary of them.

Ashido v. Aoyama - Ashido won

Tokoyami v. Yaoyorozu - Yaoyorozu won by creating an explosion of light and blinding them, then pushing them out of the ring. Uraraka taught her to take advantage of what she can do and Aizawa forced her to realize that others don’t have the same rules.

Tetsutetsu v. Kirishima - Kirishima won by charging Tetsutetsu and knocking him out of the ring. Again Aizawa forced him to not just behave as a shield because of the USJ

Uraraka v. Bakugo -Uraraka won by taking off her prosthetic, leaving it as a decoy and floating herself so that he couldn’t hear her coming, and the dust from his explosions had blinded him. She tackled him from above and hurled him out of bounds. He got a concussion and Recovery Girl forced him to stay in the infirmary.

Todoroki v. Shinso -Shinso won by coming after Todoroki’s weak spot and making him talk

Iida v. Kaminari -Kaminari won by shocking Iida’s engines when he tried to grab him. Made him collapse, and then just dragged him out of bounds.

Tokoyami v. Ashido- Tokoyami won by Dark Shadow kicking her out of bounds

Uraraka v. Kirishima -Uraraka won by preying on Kirishima’s desire for manliness and to not hurt a girl. Got close enough to float him and then just push him out of bounds. Aizawa has plans to lecture Kirishima about when to be manly and when to not be.

Shinso v. Kaminari -Shinso won. He could tell that Kaminari was a memelord, so he just took advantage of that and said a meme that Kaminari couldn’t resist completing. [Don’t know what yet, I’ll figure it out later]

Tokoyami v. Uraraka -Tokoyami won. Uraraka lost because she couldn’t use her Quirk on Dark Shadow and Dark Shadow was the one to attack her. [See doc of quirk analysis for more in depth in case we forget]

Shinso v. Tokoyami -Shinso won by mirroring Tokoyami’s speech patterns which knocked him off guard and got him caught into Shinso’s Quirk.

Shinso got first place, Tokoyami got second, Uraraka and Kaminari shared third place.

Hero names

Todoroki -Shoto

Bakugo -King Explosion

Iida -Tenya

Uraraka -Weightless [As a pun on weigh less because of her amputation and her quirk. She’s not quite as bubbly and didn’t feel like uravity reflected her anymore]

Tsuyu -Froppy

Kirishima -Red Riot

Yaoyorozu -Creati [I really want to change this but I don’t know to whaaaat!!! I’ll come back to it later]

Tokoyami -Tsukuyomi

Jiro -EarJack

Shinso -Silencer [Stupid but his quirk makes people silent plus I love MLB silencer design of the , not the helmet tho that is ugly looking and the coloring needs to be more muted imo]

Internships

Shinso gets an internship with Aizawa to assess whether or not he’s fit for heroics. Aizawa also prescreens all of his students' internships to make sure that it’s a good fit for them. [He’s a lot more protective of where they because he wants them to be actually learning useful heroics not shit like how to clean and pose for a camera.]

Mirko offers an internship to Uraraka because she wanted to teach a fighting girl that was perceived as helpless by society. [Society views disabled as helpless, a girl is also viewed as helpless, both is bad combination. Mirko wants to prove anyone can be badass with the right training]

Yaoyorozu gets put with Fatgum because Aizawa sees that she’s struggling with the fat part of her Quirk and knows that if she went with Uwabami, she’d develop more insecurities. [Uwabami is a TV actress/model. She’ll pass on weight/beauty related insecurities because that’s what a lot of actresses have and she seems focused more on a fanbase]

Kirishima goes with Rock Lock to be faced with the blunt truth that ideals are nice, but you can’t have them rule your life as a hero. [Canonly, he’s very blunt and pragmatic, so he’d believe that trying to be manly is fine, but there is a time and place for it.]

Everyone else goes with their canon internships.

The Nomus attack Hosu. Because Gran Torino isn’t there, the Nomus are more dangerous and more civilians die. All the heroes are focused exclusively on managing the Nomus and the interns kinda fall to the wayside since they can’t do anything.

Iida slips away and Manual is too busy putting out fires to notice.

Iida runs off and finds Stain. Battle commences and Iida loses.

Stain calls him and Native fake heroes. Native gets a sliced throat. Stain is a little more lenient with Iida because he is a kid. He goes through the fabric pants and slices the femoral artery to the bone. [Femoral artery cuts can lead to death within minutes especially with Iida running on adrenaline which kicks up the blood pressure and rate of bleeding.]

Endeavour comes through with Shoto burning all the nomus and destroying them. Finally the city is quiet and the search for the dead begins.

Every hero in Hosu grid searched the entire city to retrieve the dead and bring them to the morgue for claiming. 

Manual was the one to find his dead intern and Native. He had to call UA and tell them that he got a student killed while under his supervision. He gets blacklisted by UA and Aizawa puts out a warning on the Underground network that if others are under his care, that he might lose track of them.

Once everyone returned from their internships, they left red spider lilies on his desk as a way to guide him to the afterlife.

Training Camp

The villains still want Bakugo because they saw his aggression, violence, and determination to be the best during the sports festival and the internships. So they think he’d be an easy switch to flip.

This time, Aizawa doesn’t dump them out in the middle of the forest because he’s focusing on forcing his students to interact and bond with each other instead of doing their own thing. So they all stay on the bus and Aizawa makes them talk about something semi-important with a seat partner for 10 minutes before switching so that everyone talks to more than just their friend groups.

When they arrive, Kota is his bratty self and Aizawa shuts that down fast. He tells him that he has two options, one: stay with his aunts and uncle or two: stay with Aizawa. Aizawa can’t have an itty-bitty child running around loose in the forest when 17 hormonal teenagers are letting off their Quirks which are dangerous. [it was an awful idea in canon to let Kota hide in his treehouse. Imagine if one of the kids near the mountain lost control of their quirk.] Kota chooses to stay with his aunts and uncle at all times because Aizawa is scary.

Once the training starts, he pairs everyone up with different partners to force their Quirks to improve.

Ashido-Kirishima to strengthen her acid and his hardening by hurling acid at him

Tokoyami-Kaminari-Aoyama to force Aoyama to maintain his laser beam for longer, Tokoyami to force him to strengthen Dark Shadow against light, Kaminari to power multiple light sources without burning them out and not going into whee mode so he can avoid the laser beam and Dark Shadow

Ojiro-Koda to force Koda to vary the animals that he calls and Ojiro to give him experience with fending off multiple opponents of varying sizes and skill levels without seriously injuring them.

Todoroki-Bakugo-Tsuyu to force Todoroki to be able to control both sides of his quirks and switch them easily, Tsuyu to force her to get accustomed to varying temperatures and making sure they don’t knock her out, Bakugo to force him to sweat more in both cold and hot temperatures so that he’s more versatile.

Jiro-Shoji-Hagakure to force Hagakure to improve her stealth and fighting, Jiro to make her be able to detect people sneaking up on her, and Shoji to improve his locating skills and stealth. [Shoji is a big boy and needs to work on stealth]

Sero-Sato to help Sero with his dodging and speed, and Sato to help him retain more of his planning and forethought while his Quirk is activated

Uraraka-Yaoyorozu to make Uraraka work on her sickness and weight limits and Yaoyorozu to adapt to planning on the fly and create items quickly.

Aizawa forces them to break away from their training partners when it’s time to make dinner and everyone is required to help in some way during the meal. The help can be gathering the ingredients, preparing them, doing the actual cooking, plating, setting the table, cleaning up after, anything as long as they contributed.

Repeat until the trial of courage.

Vlad wants to do the trial and Aizawa refuses to do it. Aizawa is actively trying to squash out the competitiveness of his students in order to make them work together and ask for help so that they’ll survive longer in the hero society. Uraraka lost a leg because people wouldn’t cooperate to help her in the entrance exam and Iida died because he was too focused on himself and didn’t ask for help. The trial would just reignite the competitiveness and ruin his progress.

1-B does the trial on their own while 1-A is given a maze they have to navigate.

The maze is created by Pixie Bob and is huge. It’s large enough that the students on the ground can’t peek over the walls to see the path. There are two students on the ground, the leader and the guide. The leader can see the walls and the turns but has earplugs in so they can’t hear the guide if the guide tries to talk. The guide can hear the directions from the person who sees the entire maze but is blindfolded and has to guide through tapping the shoulders of the leader. The person outside and looking down has to direct their team through the maze quickly without crashing into other teams. The leader can’t just guess a direction because Pixiebob will shift the maze if they try to do that so they can’t backtrack. It’s in teams of three so Aizawa is directing the last team. [Kinda inspired by survivor but with my own twist]

All of them rotate through each position with different teams each go round to impress on them the importance of all the roles.

In the last round, Bakugo was the person issuing instructions, cursing and screaming through the mic the entire time.

That’s when the villains attacked. But there were a few changes in the lineup. 

Toga wasn’t there because the police picked her up and Inko got her case taken on to get her on parole and took her into her home when she saw her at the station while continuing with the criminal charges levied against the owner of the building that Izuku had fallen off of. The appearance of a girl bullied and ostracized for her Quirk, who was going down the path of no return, Inko saw Izuku in her. As such, she wanted to care for her and show her that villainy wasn’t the answer and that there are people who cared for her in spite of her blood Quirk. [Toga is stuck with Inko at this point in time and has a tracking anklet to make sure that she’s behaving. Rehab is going really well with the unconditional care that Inko is providing.]

Dabi got an infection and landed in the hospital ER as an unknown patient and wound up in a coma while his body was busy trying to fight the infection of his staples. [The man’s a walking open wound. You can sneeze in his general vicinity and have a high chance of taking him down in a couple weeks. Haven’t decided if I want to wake him up or not. Depends on my feelings]

Mustard joined the attack via Toga due to them being closer in age and talking. No Toga, no Mustard. [He’s sulking in detention right now.]

So the only ones left are Mr. Compress, Magne, Spinner, Muscular, Moonfish, Twice and the Nomu. Much smaller and no long-range attacks.

Their mission is to get in, extract Bakugo and get out with minimal damage. That’s what happened.

Muscular, Moonfish, and the Nomu all rampage on the opposite side of the mountain to draw attention to them. Magne and Spinner break up the 1-A class and drive them apart. Twice and Mr. Compress work together to snatch up Bakugo in a marble and then they all book it. Muscular and Moonfish are both left behind to keep the heroes distracted long enough for them to get back to Kurogiri and through the portal. Nomu ended up buried in a mountain via a very anger Tiger at the disruption of his naps. The students all worked together to try and bring down the villain to retrieve their classmate, but when that failed, Yaoyorozu managed to attach a tracker to the villains top hat.

Injuries were minimal and the three heavy hitting villains were arrested and locked up. The only casualty was Bakugo being kidnapped.

Kidnapping Arc

Blah, blah, join us you can be stronger and win a villain-Shigaraki

No, fuck off, go fuck yourselves-Bakugo

Repeat until All Might shows up

Then AfO activates goop Quirk [really need a better name for that. better than vomit transport quirk at least. That was my first thought], drags the league and Bakugo to him. Bakugo is held by him, hand on his temple ready to crush him.

Rest of Heroes all show up on the battlefield but aren’t moving so that Bakugo doesn’t get hurt. Essentially a stand off.

You know, you can tell whether or not someone has the potential for villainy by their greatest regret -AfO

AfO has a quirk that allows the user to see someone’s greatest regret, with more details the longer that the quirk is activated. He also has a quirk that allows him to project whatever he’s thinking about in a video format for everyone to see. [the man is old. he probably had a habit of taking whatever quirk he wanted when he was younger before all might turned him into a very ugly potato/alternate darth vader]

Quirks activate and it’s the scene of Bakugo telling Izuku to get jump off a building spliced with the news from Inko that Izuku was suspected of jumping off a building

Interesting. Why is that your greatest regret?-AfO

Quirk gives him more details. 

Bakugo only regrets saying that because if it ever became public, he'd never reach the spot of number one hero which is his only goal in life.

Guess you are nothing but a villain after all. Too obsessed with yourself to see the damage you caused.-Afo 

Afo shoved the boy away from him and forcibly activated Kurogiri’s Quirk to allow the league to escape.

Every hero on site is frozen in shock at the reveal of what a hero student of UA, the most prestigious hero school that graduated most of the top heroes in Japan, actually believed.

At that point, AfO flips All Might the finger and just goes through the portal because the news would shake society’s faith in UA which is really good. He can kill All Might later. [or just wait for any infection to take the man out. He lost his stomach so he probably lost his spleen too which is kinda important for the immune system.]

Fallout

Bakugo is booted to gen ed because Aizawa refused to teach someone that was just going to end up hurting someone later in life. Because Aizawa is an Underground Hero who specializes in information and predication, schools tend to believe in what he says about the potential/future of heroes in training especially when he has evidence to back up his beliefs. So no other school will take him on as a hero student.

Bakugo is essentially blacklisted from heroics because everyone wants to believe that a hero is good and just. And when the illusion is broken before it has a chance to solidify, they have no chance of becoming a hero. 

Aizawa goes and apologizes in person to Inko. Because even though he had no way of knowing, he feels like he should have recognized the abusive tendencies and/or egocentrism  of Bakugo earlier. So, allowing it to continue was a slap in the face to his victims.

Inko accepts his apology because she didn’t know about it either so how could she blame him when she was closer and still missed all the signs. She offers to let Aizawa visit Izuku because Eraserhead was one of his favorite heroes because of how much skill he had. But because Eraserhead was underground, he didn’t have any merch or enough information to write about him.

*Split path here depending on the angst level I want

1. Izuku is in a coma, all healed up, just hasn’t woken up. When they came, Izuku had just woken up a half hour ago so the doctors were busy checking all his vitals, memory, joints, etc. Inko cries, Aizawa stands away because he’s allergic to emotions, and Izuku is just silently fanboying because he sees one of his favorite heroes.

2.Izuku is in a coma and doesn’t wake up. Inko introduces Aizawa to him and tells Aizawa about his dreams and his story. Aizawa makes sure that at least once a week, he comes and visits to talk to him. He also brings other heroes to introduce to Midoriya to make sure that others know about him.

3.Aizawa and Inko go to a graveyard and the name Midoriya Izuku is carved into a family grave marker with flowers and an All Might figure in front of it. Inko tells Aizawa that Izuku died from falling from the building. They thought he jumped randomly, but with the new info, Inko is thinking that Bakugo might’ve pushed him verbally over the edge. Aizawa promises to investigate more.

[ronnieiswriting]

Sweet Dreams- Boxer!Paz x Baker!Freader

Inspired by the events of Foul (following straight after) and the Boxer Din AU created and written by the wonderful, amazing, brilliantly talented @djarinsbeskar! WC: 1,641 Tags: 18+, mentions of smut, its a smutty AU ya'll know the drill, sickeningly sweet fluff I have been driven to write this to deal with all my Paz thots- it will become very clear that I make up for the fact that I can't write hot smut by writing the softest shit. Excuse the lack of editing, also, its quite the mess x

After Din had stormed off with his “not-girlfriend” at Avika, Paz was more than ready to go home right then and there, thoroughly unwanting to deal with the feral frenzy that Din had stirred up in and out the ring. But there was no doubt that there would be more calls for blood. And even if that weren’t the case- even if Din wasn’t on the lists tonight- Paz had to stay.

It was his job after all. And one he enjoyed more often than not.

But when he thought about you, Paz’s priorities became trivial- like dust in the wind.

He hadn’t been dating you for long but he already knew that he was in deep. To Paz, you were the one that hung the stars in the sky; you, a hardworking baker with a smile that made his heart ache and hips that made his cock twitch. It was love, the realest he’d ever found, and every day he swore his gratitude to whatever force had sent him to you.

It was almost a taunt to watch Din leave Avika with his “not-girlfriend” tucked into his side- he’d been disqualified from any more fights that night but he couldn’t look any less content about it- when Paz had to stay behind with nothing but the thoughts of you waiting for him back at his place to keep him company.

To pass a bit of time between the words that were being exchanged between Boba and Din’s opponent’s trainer, Paz checked his phone- his mood instantly brightened when he saw a notification from you.

From: Sugar Cookie💖

Hey babe, I just got home. Did you feed Kitty yet? He’s begging me for food rn but I know he’s probs got a full belly and is just being a little gobble guts lol. sent 4:13am

I gave him a tinyyy bit of kibble to hold him over in case you didn’t. Kitty knows I can’t resist him. Sorry for messaging you at work btw. I know you’re busy xx Love you xx sent 4:19am

Paz checked the current time. 5:30am. Shit. He must’ve missed the buzz of the notification amidst the chaos. Usually, your shifts at the bakery ended closer to midnight but he knew you to be a hard worker, proud of the bakery you ran by yourself, and always likely to get caught up in a task until it was done to a high standard. It was just another thing for Paz to love about you.

His thumbs hovered over the reply box; you had probably already gone to bed, exhausted from your own long day of work. He couldn’t bring himself to disturb you but he pushed past that doubt a second later, typing out a response, softened when he reread your messages about his kitten.

“Vizsla!” Boba’s voice pulled him back into reality. “Are you listening at all? This does concern you.”

Paz managed an easy half-lie, fingers tapping away as he switched contacts and began typing another message, “I’m sending Din a text- trying to figure out what started all this.”

…

When Paz finally did get home it was pushing 8am. Expecting to find you curled up in his bed, comfortably asleep, he was shocked to see you as soon as he opened the door to his apartment. You were propped up against a wall of cushions on his couch with a book resting in your lap and his kitten snoozing on your chest. Head thrown back and peacefully still, he could tell you were fast asleep.

Just the sight of you, the shape of your body outlined by the drape of the blanket that was thrown over you, your features illuminated by the warm light of the lamp, the splay of your hair over the pillows- just looking at you relieved him of so much of the stress he had carried home. His eyes traced over your form, picking out the dip and curve of your hips, and he was struck again with the amount of love he had for you. He still couldn’t believe how quickly he had developed such deep feelings for you but that fact made them no less sincere. The softness and simple intimacy (whether that be primarily sexual or emotional) that your company alone promised never ceased to amaze him.

Trying to be as quiet as he could manage, Paz shut the door behind him, put his backpack down by the door, and crossed the room to kneel down at your side. He considered leaving you there for the rest of the night- if he did he could go take a nap and then come back and wake you up by eating you out before making you breakfast- but ultimately he wanted to, needed to sleep next to you… and he couldn’t manage that on the couch.

He got the best sleep when you stayed the night, your chest made a far better pillow and your arms though relatively small provided him with so much warmth that he would be more than content to sleep without any covers (which happened sometimes when you hoarded the blankets).

Paz let out a silent sigh and reached out to stroke the hair away from your face. You stirred in response and he leaned in to press a kiss to your nose, “Hey, baby, it’s just me.”

You let out a soft moan, eyes scrunching up before blinking open, looking up at him blearily, “Paz~”

His heart could have burst at the sound of your gentle voice laden with sleep. Carefully so as not to disturb your place, Paz eased the book from your fingers. The exhaustion was palpable on your face, the weight of many hours of work pulling at the edges of your eyes. “I thought you’d be in bed by now.”

You eased yourself up on the cushions, one hand bracing the kitten against your chest. “I wanted to stay up for you. I didn’t mean to doze off.” Fuck. Paz was slipping his arms under you faster than you could process and when he stood you were tucked against his chest, kitten, blanket and all. You didn’t even seem bothered by the shift, curling your fingers into the neckline of his shirt. The simple touch drove him wild- the burn of your warm skin against his throat like a blowtorch- and the fact that you seemed oblivious to that only made him ache for you more.

When he had gotten you halfway to the bedroom you spoke again in that voice that threatened sleep, “I would've been able to stay up for you if I didn’t have to spend three hours on a last minute order for a wedding cake.”

Paz opened the door with his hip. “You don’t have to say yes to every job you know.”

“I know- but the couple was so sweet, I couldn’t say no. Plus they paid me double and half on top because of the short notice.”

He laid you out on the bed and replaced the throw blanket with his thick quilt, kitten moving to curl up beside your head on the pillow. The comfortable setting was luring you quickly to sleep again but you were still determined to see him next to you before you shut your eyes again fully. When he didn’t immediately join you, you frowned.

Paz eased the crease in your brow with a kiss there, “Don’t pout, sweetheart. I just gotta take a shower.” He could have skipped one for now, knowing you wouldn’t protest his sweaty skin, but he wanted to be rid of the flecks of blood that had stuck to him, everything that had stuck to him from that ring, before he touched you. You started to protest but Paz silenced you with a searing kiss to your lips, “I won’t be long, I promise.”

If he had thought you would be back asleep by the time he finished he was fooling himself. You scooched backwards on the mattress and petted the space you made in front, “come here.”

Paz went willingly, instantly. He eased back the covers and shuffled in next to you, clad only in a pair of boxers, hands instantly finding your skin to greedily palm the warmth that radiated from you. You cozied up to him just as naturally, arms wrapping around his neck so that he could tuck his face against the crook of your neck. With the covers pulled over the both of you, Paz felt surrounded by your presence and it calmed any remaining stress he had.

Although he had reprimanded Din for taking a violent approach to defending a woman’s honor, Paz couldn’t deny the fact that he’d be just as likely to take a similar action if anyone spoke about you like that- just thinking about those vile, entitled words directed at you made his jaw clench subconsciously. And yet just as soon as that anger stirred up in him, it dissipated again, soothed by the thump of your heart against his chest and the delicate fan of air you puffed over his damp skin.

He was reminded of the first time he told you he loved you; not long ago, in the middle of a good hard fuck when he had you by the hip, lost in the emotion of your eyes to the point where his confession had come out as a babble that became a mantra that he punctuated with each thrust of his hips. You had been on the verge of tears then, overstimulated and shaking, when you returned the words to him from your own lips: I love you too.

“I love you.” Paz whispered.

You snuggled against him tighter, a sleepy sigh escaping you when his hands ran up and down your sides. “I love you too.”

[autumnhortsnort]

ok i have advice for how to learn to recognize story structures. bcs i don't think the underlying issue is world building. i think it might be story structure and where you want to go with it.

first off: world building is only as important as you need it to be. good world building doesn't actually matter as far as story enjoyment goes. look at game of thrones; people loved that show even tho the world building is atrocious.

Also world building is generally better of it is built in service to the themes and plot so having a good idea of where you want to go will help a ton with the world building later.

As an aside this advice may not work for people that have a different style of writing than me. im more of a architect style writer but garden writers are very common.

garden style is usually more episodic, the author may have a goal but usually will meander their way to it. its just messing around with stuff that you enjoy/feels right. generally its pretty character driven.

architect style is heavily planned out before hand there is a goal/endpoint that the writer knows and is working towards. usually needs a pretty thorough timeline/outline.

garden style lends itself well to exploring characters and character dynamics. a ton of sitcoms are likely garden style writing, as well as adventure time, steven universe, and the first season of gravity falls.(i strongly suspect neil gaiman tends to write garden style as well). architect style is generally good for people that tend to get lost or stuck in a spot. or if your story needs structure.

but this advice is more for architect writing, and doing this made my writing more strongly architect style.

It is also batshit crazy.

Basically you need to find a piece of media with multiple iterations and shotgun all of them. Take a ton of notes. Note story concepts, character interactions, tropes, writing techniques and compare these between each iteration. Beaze and i did this with as many of the on screen tmnt iterations as we could get our hands on. We watched nothing but tmnt for 2 and a half straight days. If it works you will not be able to go back to how you watched media before. I can't read or watch a story without seeing the narrative bones poke through.

breadsword watched the entire scooby doo movie collection and went through a ton of the same stuff. You could definitely do it with the transformers iterations.

What you could also do is read through the odyssey and watch and compare it to Oh brother where art thou. Basically taking iterations/adaptations and seeing how the writers translate it into there own story.

other stuff id recommend:

gravity falls dvd commentary goes over the basics of how these kind of shows are written episode to episode, useful for tv and episodic writing in general.

study politics for the era you plan to set your story, and what events caused said politics. i like to watch videos on the orgins of fashions and the aesthetics of an era bcs quite often the things people wear, the architecture, and how they decorated their houses with reflect a ton about culture and current politics.

try to figure out what sub genres make up your story, is it a: workplace comedy? roadtrip odyssey? springbreak rager? College grads trying to complete an experiment? ect. Highly recommend osp trope talks, and folding ideas for discussions of story elements.

ultimately nitty gritty world building is for after you've got a good idea of what you want to do. it will usually hurts more than it helps if you focus too much on it in the early stages of writing.

When it comes to character building I'd recommend making them with plot useful traits first, then add backstory that explains those traits, and flesh them out from there.

Additionally building characters in pairs or trios is a good idea. give them traits that inherently lead to character interactions (good or bad).

been strugglin to do art related things involving my own creations that arent fandom related. I want to do something with my art and characters, maybe make a comic or animation, but I don't feel my heart in some places where I do in others. like, the alien platoon i have, i want to do something with them but I'm not sure what , truth be told. I'm not much of a story writer and I guess not having a story has been pushing me away from wanting to do more with them as a whole, even tho I really want to.