#ik it sounds messed up but i really do only love them out of obligation bc they're my brothers

[leslieseveride]

pro tip: any woman who has older brothers and says she loves them is LYYYYIINNG.

[haikyuuties-xo]

[Haikyuu Captains] A Story based off what I'm Currently Suffering through right here, right now, at 5am. sorry if there's typos oops // also underage drinking (in some countries)

it's a sleepover with the captains from kurasuno, nekoma, fukurodani, aoba johsai, and shiatorizawa!

and it's at oikawa's house :D

so let's relax~

so i made the awful decision that i wanted to get very drunk

even though we all have to get up at 6am for practice

everyone agrees with me that it is an excellent idea

oikawa is all like "i think we have taquilla i gotchu guys"

but oikawa's parents are also sleeping right next to the kitchen ◉‿◉

would they give a fuck ?? prolly not but for the sake of the hc we gon say yes

so you all take turns sneaking out to grab a huge bottle of alcohol

"never open something, never use something completely" - oikawa's motto for keeping out of trouble

there was no taquilla tho :(

but there was various kinds of vodka and bourbon!

n bokuto brought juice :) he is very proud of his famous fruit punch

perfect for daiquiris

so we manage somehow to not be completely fucking loud

together, we clink glasses and down some fireball, vodka shots and coffee bourbon (some of which tasted like actual asshole)

"you would know what that tastes like, oikawa"

"shut the fuck up kuroo"

daichi takes it like a champ but acts all like "i can't believe I'm doing this,,, breaking the rules" as if he isn't an actual fucking alcoholic dad

kuroo downs it with no hands, smirking as he set the shot glass down on the carpet below them to appear cool but as he's actually trying to down the drink he starts choking and sputtering

bokuto pours a shit ton of his juice in w the vodka and downs it fine but can't help screaming "HEY HEY HEY" as red immediately spreads across his cheeks

oikawa drinks that shit in .2 seconds and looks at everyone like "what"

ushijima takes his in little sips after smelling the acetone-like aroma of Smirnoff. it doesn't take like the aged wine of his cow farm (oikawa routinely reminds him he couldn't give a smaller amount of fucks if he tried)

i down it in a gulp like daichi and kuroo

and i feel so incredibly light

i feel very warm and my cheeks are so flushed

but i watch as oikawa begins spouting off nonsense

"thiS cRaYoN iS giRAfFe fLaVOreD!"

he calls Iwaizumi multiple times, declaring his love for him and apologizing to him when he'd accidentally compliment how beautiful one of the other captains was

"it's okay, shittykawa, stop crying."

so i had to take his phone away

i also had to take away daichi's phone bc he kept talking about his "soon to be" ex girlfriend and brought it up in every conversation

daichi would drunkenly beg me through out the night to "pretty please" let him text his girlfriend goodnight even tho she's pissed at him for getting drunk

bokuto soon followed as he kept drunk texting akashi saying he feels like he's being used for sex (when akashi is literally downstairs because he got worried when i texted an sos)

n bokuto's dramatic af

kuroo began to relentlessly flirt with anyone else in sight

unfortunately I'm still only a little tipsy despite pouring more vodka into my cup and sipping it gingerly

and I've apparently established I'm now the sober mom friend.

because 7 shots in and I'm unaffected (?)

but i am video taping all this

ushijima began to ramble on about volleyball, not making any real sense

"oik'kwa....... youuu should've come to shi'tor'zawa."

i said, "oikawa, stop, you can't do that"

he began to cry, "I'm sorry......are you mad at me?"

"I'm not mad, oikawa"

"i think you are"

"I'm not."

i quickly removed all the glasses from our spot on the ground and returned with a glass of water

"oikawa, taste this, it's really good vodka"

he looked up at me with a dopey grin and sipped it, "wow that's good vodka haha"

(it was water)

"'s not vodka, 's waterrr" slurred kuroo

"taste it if you don't believe me"

they were all falling into my trap :∆

meanwhile bokuto and daichi are still rambling on about relationship problems

finally, i was able to encourage them that I'd be fun if they all had a sleepover and laid down

they all drunkenly obliged

i began removing more obvious signs of alcohol (despite kuroo, daichi and oikawa attempting to conceal more behind them) and held hands with bokuto, oikawa and kuroo to take them to go to the bathroom or get water

then up comes akashi

and bokuto is a mess

"aaaaaagaaaashhhhiiiiiiii"

"bokuto-san..."

i looked at him with sympathy, "he's... a little... drunk."

not as shit-faced as oikawa tho js

akashi looked surprised before quickly walking over to bokuto, who desparately wanted a hug.

i escorted them out of the room, moving to focus on getting oikawa, kuroo, ushijima, and daichi into bed with some water

when i heard a retching sound at the top of the stairs

and sure enough, bokuto threw up all down the stairs

akashi lovingly grabbed paper towels and began cleaning it up, wiping a stray puke mark off of bokuto's face (sorry, gross, ik)

"how much did he drink?"

"uhm.. fireball, vodka?"

"but how much!"

"dunno, 3 shots?"

"...3?!"

akashi was greatly relieved

"akashi, take bokuto and wash him up. make sure he lays on his side and drinks lots of water. I'll clean up the rest of this mess and bring you a cold compress in a bit"

akashi nodded and thanked me

i made quick work of trying to get the puke stains out of the carpet while also checking up on the 4 stooges left in the room

when i finally returned, daichi was passed out

kuroo was scrolling through his phone, sending videos to kenma

oikawa and ushijima, however, were whispering

i ignored them and kept collecting trash to subtly remove from the room

all of a sudden, ushijima says he has to go to the bathroom

oikawa says he does too

"I'll go with you, you guys need some water"

"you don't have to come with us"

"okay, just for water"

as they headed to the bathroom i made quick work of pouring some water into the cup for them.

but they were taking a longer time than normal

as i made my way to the bathroom, the door was locked, but i could hear loud smacking noises and heavy breathing

holy shit

oikawa and ushijima were totally making out.

at last i heard them at last say "we should probably go out now"

i made quick work of quietly speed walking to the faucet

they of course complete forgot about me getting them water in their drunk state

as i reminded them, they drank. i pulled oikawa aside as ushijima made his way up the stairs

"ya know, oikawa, you could've just told me if you were gonna make out with him"

oikawa's face got beet read as we walked over to ushijima "fuck, she knows"

"how!?"

"i don't know... i thought we were being discreet"

(yeah, so descrete that i totally didn't hear you slamming each other against the bathroom door. jesus.)

finally back in the solace of Oikawa's room

i felt kinda uncomfortable sleeping next to oikawa and ushijima

so i slept on the floor

my life sucks

being the mom friend

and having high alcohol tolerance

fml <3

based on true, traumatic events 💗 pls hmu if u have recommendations of alcohol that always gets u drunk :(

[plush-rabbit]

What headcanons you have in request box actually? I'm really curious lol. Have nice day btw, I love your work!!!!!

Okay, so usually I put some in a doc and then like figure it out from there so if you've sent one in and haven't seen it, don't worry, it'll be done and added once I make a dent lmao. These are also a mix of hc and fics. Some I'm like part way through so ye

There also might be some that I might not do because its vague, like I'm given just the prompt and I don't know what to do with it or there's just no ideas that come to mind so I really am sorry.

Upcoming ones:

Met with Dia and he said “how else will you please me?” And I think it awoke something in me?? Can I request Diavolo with a bashful innocent MC and him just laying back and letting her have his way with him? But of course he’s a total dom so he’s gonna take control but just has a little fun letting her take the reins to start with? Hi. I just found your stuff and you write so well for Obey Me. Could I request a fic with Barbatos and a female MC? Maybe she's staying at the palace for whatever reason and when he goes to his room he hears her moaning his name so he checks on her but she's sleeping. The next day he hints that she must've had a good dream much to her dismay. That night he goes to her room and she's awake and they end up sleeping together. With some praise and maybe even some tail action. Thank you! Can I please get a uuuhhh possessive/borderline yandere Leon please :3c maybe it’s after a big match for her and everyone’s fawning over her and he steals her away and reminds her that she’s his? 💕✨ I saw those headcanons where Jin and Shigaraki became parental or sibling figures to the reader sooooooo how about headcanons of a fem!reader being a mother figure to the league? Just an ordinary citizen in her late twenties until she met the LOV unexpectedly, during the time where the league had to hide and the reader's place is conveniently open (then again I'm sure they'd bust in if it wasn't) and she didn't rat them out. This happened quite a lot of times to the point where the reader is used to it by now and just lets them in, even if they weren't hiding from anyone and just wants to stay for the night. When she got closer to the league, she starts to show care and love for them in a way a mother would the reader isn't a member of the league, but they already consider her as family :'D I just really want them to get care and love since they've been through so much Last week I literally sat down and read your writing for like an hour and a half LOL It’s just really good and I love your characterization! I was wondering if I could request Twice and Shigaraki with an s/o who tries to be cute and surprise them by wearing their clothes when they return from a mission but maybe the clothes are a bit too snug cuz they’re a little pudgy :( could also be nsfw if you’re ok with that!! Thank you so much 💜💜 I like the Lucky!Cat!reader hc. Could you do some for the LOV, with a Male Cat s/o? Thank you! You're the best!! I've been obsessing about flowers and their meanings or what they symbolize soooooo. How would the LOV react to their s/o giving them a certain flower and then finding out what the flower means/symbolizes? Hope this passes! It's a request for OM. Can I have headcanons of the brothers + Diavolo (if you don't mind) of their s/o dancing "Paradise Lost" by GAIN? Provided you a link to the video for reference 😁: https://youtu.be/4i32ANEa5mk Headcanons where the LOV has an s/o whose like a literal ball of sunshine. Always happy and bubbly, smiling and laughing, they just seem to epitome of joy. Until one day, they just break down, being so emotionally drained from different factors that they can keep up the act of being happy anymore Last week I literally sat down and read your writing for like an hour and a half LOL It’s just really good and I love your characterization! I was wondering if I could request Twice and Shigaraki with an s/o who tries to be cute and surprise them by wearing their clothes when they return from a mission but maybe the clothes are a bit too snug cuz they’re a little pudgy :( could also be nsfw if you’re ok with that!! Thank you so much 💜💜 hey!! hru? i have a question do you think shigaraki would like a threesome? what if his s/o didn’t want one bc she’s like possessive of him (in a non toxic way) hey plush, can you do a reader x Shiggy and Dabi whos crying to them/grabbing their shirts and burring themselves into shiggy and dabi/ about their verbally abusive ex, how theyre so different from them, so much nicer and softer, how they(the reader) never thought they could be loved or deserved kindness? its been one of those days, i just need some comfort. thank you♡ heyy!! ^^ can i request some headcanons for hawks reacting to his female s/o belly dancing for him? :3 Heyo this is beetle juice anon idk if u remember me I’m the person who said shiggy sounds like beetle juice, I swear I couldn’t get that thought out of my head so can I request shiggy and reader getting hit by a quirk that forces them to do a musically ( idk I just want shiggy to sing honestly lmaoooo) idk maybe both of them being shocked that both of them can sing hey, i absolutely adore your writing! i love going through all your work, they’re my comfort fics! 💞 i was wondering if you would mind writing something for tomura with an s/o who is insecure about her body and how skinny she is? she feels too flat, like she doesn’t have enough curves or that she’s grown into her body enough and it makes her feel less of a woman, that tomura could do better. and it makes her anxious when it comes to initimacy and being exposed to him because in her eyes he’s so perfectly handsome and she just feels inadequate... it’s something i’ve had to deal with pretty much my entire life, getting called names like stick insect and coat hanger, but lately it’s been eating away at me more and more. you can totally ignore this if you feel uncomfortable writing about this stuff, though! 💕 So, like. Hear me out. What if, with Bakugou and Dabi (separate) : MC is super innocent and cute, blushes at the slightest flirt, and “doesn’t get” dirty jokes, but as soon as they’re alone with their s/o? They are the kinkiest most vulgar bottom they’ve ever seen. Nipples pierced, collar under the turtleneck, chain strung between the piercings and the collar, all out kinda slut. The duality of man. (Gender neutral) Hello so may i request shigaraki with a s.o whos warm loving and protective and very innocent basically a s.o whos like mitsuri kanroji both personality and look wise Female pronouns,maybe they are out on a date getting ice cream and the s.o is so happy shiggy came, they hold hands and people start giving him odd looks only for her to stand up to the bullies who are saying things about shigaraki, it ends with her kissing him infront of everyone to prove a point,and when the get home she tells him she doesnt care what people think and makes love to him topping hin while telling him all the reasons she fell inlove with him,(omg im so sorrry its so long if you have tpo many requests or dont like the idea please tell me) hey, i absolutely adore your writing! i love going through all your work, they’re my comfort fics! 💞 i was wondering if you would mind writing something for tomura with an s/o who is insecure about her body and how skinny she is? she feels too flat, like she doesn’t have enough curves or that she’s grown into her body enough and it makes her feel less of a woman, that tomura could do better. and it makes her anxious when it comes to initimacy and being exposed to him because in her eyes he’s so perfectly handsome and she just feels inadequate... it’s something i’ve had to deal with pretty much my entire life, getting called names like stick insect and coat hanger, but lately it’s been eating away at me more and more. you can totally ignore this if you feel uncomfortable writing about this stuff, though! 💕 could we get a fem reader cock warming Dabi throughout the night and get morning sex >//< // ik youre a busy bee so dont feel obligated to rush or anything, take ur time plushie!♡ can we please get a shiggy x reader and the reader asks him to teach her how to game and she ends up being better than him and whatnot (inspired by that “a simple wager”) fic (if you ever decide to make a sequel to that i will ve DECEASED Can I request a sub shigaraki with a mommy kink getting pegged by the reader ( I just want to make him beg and cry honestly) reader is a female Omh give us noncon/somno w scary eraserhead plsss / aizawa and aphrodisiac smut pwease ( ；∀；) Overhaul and Chrono punishing quirkless reader for being an undercover reporter/agent but like orgasm denial... (Idk if you write this stuff but anyways do it if you want have a nice night) Can I request something like “Peaches and Cream” but with Piers instead? I know you’re busy with other requests, so don’t worry if you don’t have time for this one! I love love your writing!!! Hello beautiful can I just say how amazing ur writing is loll, can I request shigaraki having a crush on the reader and she knows about it, like one day shiggy just goes to her room when there on a mission and just steals her stuff and humps her pillows, but she has cameras in her room so she saw everything, long story short she shows him the videos and humiliates him (shiggy of course a mess and is close to crying from how embarrassing that is, lowkey turned on ) the reader takes care of him ( sorry I’m really bad at endings 🙏🏻😅) the reader pegs him until he’s a crying mess. By the way the reader is a female and shigaraki is a sub has a mommy kink and the reader is dom of that’s ok of course I love your writing!! May I ask for Diavolo x F!Reader with borderline disorder? 👉👈.. Lately it has been very difficult for me to deal with this alone and Diavolo is mine comfort character.. (NSFW Talk, If your a minor..then why are you even reading this?? Get off this 18+ page?? Anyways-). I am a huge sucker for overstimulation, biting and crying, (many of my past partners have called me a sadist-) and I just 𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑒 the idea of Tamaki’s cute face streaming with tears and drool as Male Reader vigorously overstims the fuck out of him. And he would look so 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑦 with his mouth gaping open in a silent scream of overwhelming pleasure because M!Reader gave his sensitive dick a handjob while he roughly railed Tamaki’s pretty little ass. (While abusing the fuck out of his G Spot, of course). I can just imagine him squirming and begging for mercy while M!Reader lovingly wrecks his body, taking him hard & fast in multiple different positions with each one making Tamaki wail with pleasure. He’s just so adorable, I just wanna see him get 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑝~ Lusty ❤︎ -Anon. Bonus Points if you could have M!Reader be super fuckin tall, muscular, strong and also be absolutely PACKING. (This man has a godly dick, and it’s honestly a surprise Tamaki can take it so well without literally breaking in half) ahhhh hewwo could you maybe write something with dbd ghostface going full apotheosis for his crush? as in,, he starts to elevate her to a status of divinity and even when she's just cowering in fear in front of him or conversely stabbing him and causing him lots of pain he just keeps viewing her as some sort of deity and  can't stop obsessing over her and wanting more from her

Again. I deeply apologize for not doing some. I wish I could, but (and this is not to guilt trip any of yall or anything, I understand that it'll sound like that it but it ain't it) sometimes the work I put into something and the feedback I get is sometimes not it. Like I'll work hard and get nothing and listen, I get it, its fanfic, there's a bit more stigma to it rather than art but yeah. Its a ramble, and basically, I don't wanna put work into something that I'll only get a few likes on. So yeah. Agains this isn't guilt tripping, I get it. I'm a consumer of it and I get the gist of it but yeah. More thoughts later, when I can properly sit and write as I am currently in a home depot 

[juniperjoy101]

The Starstruck Lounge – (Sans x Reader)

Outertale AU

Trans MtF Reader

Word Count: 2.2k+ words

Rating: PG-13 for some suggestive themes

The following's a fluffy, standalone one-shot, but it does relate to my fanfic 'Save Point', found on Quotev, Wattpad, and Ao3!

Note: '(N/N)' means '(your) new name'.

​​​​​You tug at the sleeves of your dress, nervous to show yourself at the lounge. Today, finally, you would be referred to as 'Lady (N/N), the singer-astronaut'. While you had sung plenty of times with the obstacle of zero gravity and a space helmet, it was the first time you would be ever referred to as '(N/N)' or 'lady'.

A knock sounds on the door, though you open it only halfway, still uneasy at the thought of people seeing the new you -- the you you. In front of you stands an admirer a few years younger than you, no more than a college freshman from what you assume based on his appearance and fidgety nature. He gapes at your presence, toying around with the peony, carnation, and garden phlox bouquet in his hands.

"H- Hey there, miss," he greets, handing you the flowers. "These are for you." He rests a hand behind his neck, looking down at his shoes. "I've, um. . . I've always had a crush on you -- ever since the first day I saw you up on stage. I know you're dating someone else, b- but can I, um, well-"

You smile, putting an end to his rambling by raising a hand and warning him in advance over what you were about to do. Leaning in, you press a kiss against his cheek, giggling when his face turns a faint red.

"Th- Thanks, miss. You, um. . . You look very cute! Good luck with today's show!"

He sprints off, leaving you alone with a bouquet and a smile. As soon as you feel someone stand behind you though, you use the bouquet as a weapon, shoving it in the person's face.

"Stars -- Don't sneak up on me like that!" Your breaths are scarce, a hand placing itself over your chest as you try to recover from the scare. "I told you I'm not good with surprises, Sans!"

"You're way too easy to startle," he counters, chuckling. "Didn't even get to spook ya before you attacked me."

His comment makes you look around to see a few flowers scattered about. He helps you pick them up and place them back where they belong, taking a few with him and asking you to turn around. Still wary over the earlier scare, you scrutinize him before giving your back to him, tensing when you feel his hands on your hair. His fingers tangle on your locks, painted dark blue and purple for the occasion. You wait, searching for a mirror when he voices an 'all done'.

As soon as you catch the image of your hair, you hold back a smile, shock replacing that urge instead. Not only did the white, silver, and golden colours contrast with your outfit's theme, but it made your attire represent what it was supposed to be more: the first starry night you ever shared with the monster standing behind you. On your first date with him, the sky -- though always dark and starstruck -- had been an explosion of colours, the benefit of being obliged to wait until late -- when shops closed, streets emptied, and artificial lights turned off -- to leave Faust with a caretaker and head out.

The ankle-length dress swooshes when you give it a twirl, smile growing when you see the flowers stay in place.

"Thank you!" you exclaim, excitement barely contained. You tackle Sans into a hug, making him fall. Your dress tangles with his body, yet you pay no mind to it as you hold him tight, not wanting to cry for the fear of making your eyes swell and your makeup smudge. "It looks so, so great! I'm in love with you!"

"Weren't you already?" he asks, laughing.

You kiss his teeth, grabbing his cheekbones with your hands and repeating the earlier action multiple times, letting go when you lose your breath. "I. . . I love you that many times more!"

"Nine times?"

"You counted?"

Sans grins and sits up, placing you on his lap and holding you still by circling his arms tight around your waist. He brings you close, enough for your chest to press against his. "Might've lost count halfway, though. Got distracted."

You stifle a laugh and lean in even closer, repeating that action one more time. "Just to make sure," you add, pulling away. "Ten times."

Your cheeks grow warm at the sight of him placing a hand over your chest, calling out for your soul. Next, your ears burn, a light feeling taking over when he beckons for it. "And I. . ." You close your eyes when you see him nudge himself closer, approaching your soul. "Love ya this much, (N/N)." Sans presses his teeth against its surface, remaining there for some time. "How many seconds was that?"

You hesitate, hazy from the sensation of him that close to your soul. "Um. . . Thirty?"

"'Bout halfway there."

Opening your eyes, you can feel a tear escape your eye. You hug him tighter, hiccuping when you hear him mutter 'it's sixty' under his breath.

You hold back the instinct to swat his hand away when you feel it slip under your dress's top piece, reaching for your brassiere. "Wearin' it for today's show?"

"Yeah. . ." you reply, keeping him in the hug. "I know nobody's gonna see it or anything, but. . . It makes me feel more me."

You can feel him nod, how little he moves making you stay on the floor there with him, neither of you bothering to stand up. "I'll be there a lil' late, but I should be on-time for your show. If ya feel nervous, just gimme a call and I'll help ya, alright?"

"Thanks," you reply, nodding back and pulling away, wanting to face him again. "This almost feels like a dream."

"Does it?" he asks, facing you. "What'd make it feel like a dream, then?"

"That's a hard question." You smile, heat returning to your cheeks when you finally grow conscious of your position. While your dress was long enough to cover up your fall, you were a mess of limbs: his arms hooked with yours, torso against torso, and knees brushing with your thighs, his shorter height making you tower over him almost completely. "I, well. . . I guess if we could stay like this for years to come? Faust loves having you around, and I. . . I do, too. You're my family, friend, husband, and so much more."

You burst into a fit of giggles when you see him blush, near reddish pink contrasting with the yellowish white of his bones.

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You can't do it.

People are waiting, yet you can't bring yourself to step out.

The dress feels bunched up, the accessories look too tacky, and your hair extensions feel faker than plastic flowers. The only thing that feels remotely right is what Sans had done for you with some flowers the fan from before had given you. It doesn't feel right to call anyone for help, against bothering any of them when the tailor had worked hard for your dress, a friend had gifted you those accessories, and another had done your extensions. 

You don't feel like disappointing the audience, so you instead begin taking off the dress, deciding it was best to continue being the 'original' you for the moment being. With a defeated sigh, you reach out for the back of your dress and begin unzipping it, door to your changing room opening when the dress is already down your waist.

Instinctively, you grab the first thing closest to you and launch it at the intruder, freezing when you hear a familiar voice laugh under his breath.

"Twice in one day, huh? That's a new record, pal."

Sans stands by the door, humour exchanging for intrigue when he sees you half-dressed. You cover the brassiere away from his sight, embarrassment crossing you.

"Sorry," he speaks up, chuckling. "Didn't know you were still changin'. Lemme help you with that zipper, though."

Against bringing up the fact you were doubtful, you nod and turn your back on him, slipping the dress over your torso and waiting for him to zip it in place. You wait, tensing when he comments on your upper underwear.

"That's a cute bra, by the way. Somethin' tells me it ain't from a regular store -- judgin' by how lacy it looks."

The embarrassment you had fought off returns, the surprise you had planned out for your night together spoiled by a moment of indecisiveness. "It was. . . meant for after the show tonight. You weren't supposed to see it yet."

Sans brings his arms around your waist, pulling you against him. "Don't mind teasers, though. Ya lookin' prettier than the stars, half-dressed or not." He kisses the lower back of your neck, provoking a shudder all across your body. "And this might be a hunch, but. . . Were ya gettin' undressed? Figured you might've 'cuz ya have your shoes and hair all done already."

You stay silent, holding his hands and keeping him in the embrace, not daring to look at him in the eye. ". . .Yeah. I kept looking at myself in the mirror, and I just kept picking out every little thing I didn't like."

"Call me next time, (N/N)," he states, hold on you growing stronger. "I mean it. We might both be a lil' busier now that we're gonna adopt another kid, but we'll make it work. I can always find time for stuff like this."

"Th- That's another thing, Sans!" you exclaim, breaking out of his hold. "Who knows if they'll even accept now? They were already against it when we were both male -- What will the adoption center even think when I tell them I'm actually a woman? They'll reject us in a heartbeat."

"We'll have our own kid, then. You remember what the book said 'bout soul reproduction, don't ya? We can try it."

"Wh-" You cut off your own words, feeling your ears and face burn over the proposition. "How can you say that so easily? It. . . It would've taken me years to say that to you!"

"You know I like sayin' it like it is," he remarks, grinning. "Maybe in the past my soul was too weak for that, but now it should be possible."

"Do you really mean it?"

"'Course I do, pal."

You take in some air, chest trembling as you hold back your feelings. A smile blooms on your face, and it only grows when you see the earnest look in his irises, white glow bright and certain. "Thank you," you murmur, reaching for his hands again and keeping them both in one. "Do you really feel ready for this, though? I mean, Faust's accepted you as a father long before we got married, but. . ."

"Worried I won't be ready for the responsibility?"

"N- No! I already know how responsible you are. It's just. . . I don't want to be selfish. 'Cuz I feel like I've already been that enough with my transitioning."

"Are we really gonna have this conversation again? Selfish would've implied you not being honest with me 'fore we got married, but you were. You were honest and brave, two things I love about ya -- be it (N/N) or not."

"Dammit," you mutter, suppressing a laugh as you stare up at the ceiling again. "You're gonna make me cry again."

★ ★ ★

The show ends with a high note -- in both singing and feedback from the audience. Persistent vocal practice sessions had improved your ability to shift between low and high tunes, the latter you wanted more now that you were more comfortable with the new you. Claps continue to resound as you begin floating down to firm grounds, wobbling a little when your heels bump with the rocky surface of the Moon. Flowers, stars, and stardust are thrown at your feet, a few letters and folded papers being thrown in the mix. An assistant aids you by handing you a basket you use to pick up the items, taking them with you back to the inside of the lounge.

You take off your helmet as soon as you enter, a few fans greeting you along the way. Some throw additional compliments into the basket, while others hand them to you personally. Well wishes spread across the hall as you make it to the bar, where Grillby and Sans wait, both staring at the sky until they notice your presence.

Carefully, you grab the skeleton by the shoulders, hugging him the same way he had done with you, only with him seated on the bar stool. He relaxes under your hold, the tension he looked to carry from a distance leveling down. "Ready for tonight?"

"The show, or the other thing?" he asks, low enough for only you to hear.

"Don't," you warn, laughing. "Else it won't happen. You know what I'm talking about."

He gives in with a grin, closing off the space remaining between you. "Guess I am. Dunno if people'll like it, though. You were way too awesome back there -- Can't compete with that."

"You silly." You let your extensions fall over his face as you place your chin over his head, holding him tighter. "Yours is a different act. You'll stand out in your own way, no matter what -- And don't go saying it'll be in a bad way!"

He laughs, honest. "Damn," he mutters, grabbing a lock and tickling your nose with it. "Ya know me too well, (N/N)."

"We're married," you state, giggling. "It's my job to."

[possumcatalogue]

Not Guilty - Part Four of Kill the Competition (Chicago AU)

Words: 1,719 ao3: link Fandom: Newsies Pairing: Romeo/Buttons Warnings: major character death, mild gore, f slur, period-typical homophobia

Romep wanted to get one thing straight: he did NOT kill his husband. But they wouldn't listen to him. They wouldn't listen to him at all. They said that they couldn't understand him. He spoke near perfect English and they said they couldn't understand him. He should be used to this by now. But it still stung a little whenever someone said they couldn't understand his accent. As the cops dragged him towards the coach, he went over the details of what had just happened.

Earlier That Day

Romeo and Ben had been living together for three years now. Ben was sweet, and Romeo loved him more than he could ever say. Most people fell for the "adopted brother" lie, but those who were close to Ben knew their truths. And while it made Romeo a little nervous whenever Ben did something like grab his hand or kiss his cheek, Ben was completely fine with being open around those he trusted. Maybe that was his mistake, huh? Maybe Romeo should have pressed him to not openly show affection more.

But he didn't, he wouldn't dare, because he loved the thrill he got whenever his lover kissed him in front of one of his friends. Even if he had asked, he doubted Ben would oblige. He was just too open. It made Romeo uncomfortable, the way Ben's friend - what was his name? Stephen? - looked at him. His gaze was filled with malice, as if the only thing Stephen could think of was hurting him. But Romeo thought nothing of it, and buried his face in his husband's neck. The conversation topic changed to the recent apprehension of the famous Vaudevillian, Mike Guzman, who was accused of killing his twin brother Ike and "close friend" Patrick Cortes. "Did you hear they think he was a homosexual? They say him and that Patrick guy were fooling around, and that the reason he killed the two is because he caught Patrick and his brother going at it in the hotel room." Stephen recounted, lighting a cigarette. Ben just laughed. "Those are just rumors, Stephen. He wouldn't have got famous if he was a fag." "Maybe he slept his way to the top." It was a casual comment, but the way Stephen was looking at him with those dark, dark eyes made Romeo uncomfortable.

Excusing himself, he peeled himself off of Ben and walked to the bathroom, making sure the door was locked behind him. Leaning against the counter, he let out a long breath. He wasn't cut out for this. Not at all. He should be on the sidelines, not under the scrutiny of everyone. Especially not like this. Being with Ben was great. It was dancing to music only they could hear in the kitchen at three am, and it was soft touches of reassurance in crowds, and it was Ben's soft smile when he could tell Romeo was getting nervous. Loving Ben was loud, and fast, but it was also quiet, and calm, and perfect. It was all Romeo wanted in the world. But sometimes he felt like he couldn't keep up with his husband's fast-paced world. There was a quiet knock on the door, and Romeo heard Ben whisper through the door "hey, are you okay?" He wiped the tears from his eyes and opened the door with a smile. Ben matched his smile, and took his hand, leading them out to the living room. Romeo quickly noticed that Stephen had disappeared. He didn't think much of it though, and allowed himself to be pulled down on top of Ben, his head resting on the other's chest. They stayed like that, silent and comfortable, for a few more hours. Ben had drifted off about an hour before, but Romeo slowly started to detangle himself from his husband. He had hardly lifted himself up when Ben roused, blinking slowly, and smiling like an idiot. Romeo couldn't help but smile back. "What're you doing?" Ben asked sleepily, running his hands up Romeo's sides. "Just going to bed. Want to come with?" Another sleepy smile from the love of his life. Ben nodded, and Romeo stood up, pulling Ben up with him. They walked to their bedroom, and promptly fell asleep. The Day of the Murder Romeo snapped awake, his heart racing. The last remnants of his dream faded, but he was left with the feeling of dread. Ben slept peacefully next to him, but the sight did nothing to ease his anxiety. Quietly, he got out of bed, and padded into the kitchen. The stray cat that was at their front door every morning, waiting for Romeo to open the door so it could come in and they'd have breakfast together, was gone. Romeo just passed it off as it finding another family to bug. He started the coffeemaker, and sat down at the table, his head in his hands. He stayed like that until Ben walked in, woken by the smell of coffee. Ben reached across the table, lightly touching his arm. "Romeo? Honey, what's wrong?" He whispered. Romeo couldn't bear to look at him. Not with what he saw in his dream still fresh in his mind. If he met the eyes of his lover, he knew he would immediately burst into tears. But Ben could always tell when his nightmares got worse, so it wasn't like he could avoid the subject at all. "You were screaming last night." It was all he said, but Romeo's heart started pounding anyways. Ben reached out and touched his arm. "Romeo, sweetheart, please look at me. Look me in the eyes." Reluctantly, he did, and was surprised to see his husband's face red with tears. Oh, god, what did he say? "You kept screaming and screaming and begging him not to do it. I heard every word, Romeo, even when I went into the guest room upstairs, like you told me to do when it got bad. Every. Word. Why didn't you tell me it was that bad? Why didn't you tell me what he did to you?" So that's what he was sad about? The abuse? Not the fact that Romeo almost certainly screamed Ben's name while he slept? "I didn't want you to worry." Romeo mumbled, looking away. "You didn't want me to worry? Romeo, your father raped you. Beat you. And the part that really gets me is you still let him see you. You still let this... monster into your life." Ben was crying, and Romeo wanted nothing more than to leap across the table and hold him. He couldn't stand seeing Ben like this, crying about something that happened in his childhood. Something that happened before he even came to America. Instinctively, Romeo reached for Ben's hand, and Ben took it, holding on tightly. Tighter than normal. It got to the point where it was near unbearable, but Romeo held on, knowing Ben was distressed - and worried - beyond belief. He ran his thumb across the back of his husband's hand in an attempt to comfort him. He should be the one comforting me. He thought bitterly, and immediately felt bad for it. Ben has never dealt with something like this before. His father was a good, loving dad, his mom was in his life even now, and he had siblings who loved and cared for him, despite his "eccentric life choices," as his mother would say. How was he supposed to deal with this? "Ben...." Romeo trailed off, deciding that was he was going to say wasn't important. This wasn't about him and his trauma anymore. It was about Ben, and helping Ben through this. The way Ben looked at him, his eyes filled with sadness and love - unconditional love - made him burst into tears. Immediately, Ben was standing, and running to his side, launching himself into Romeo's arms. Ben held him harder than he ever had before, his arms tight around Romeo's waist. Romeo held onto Ben just as tight, refusing to let go when they heard a knock on the front door. Ben whispered countless apologies in his ear, repeating "I love you" over and over and over until it became a chorus in his head for years to come. "Romeo, you can let go now. Someone is at the door." Ben chuckled, his voice cracking slightly. Reluctantly, Romeo loosened his arms from around Ben's neck, holding his face gently. "I love you so much. So, so much." He whispered, kissing Ben gently. Ben smiled slightly, pressing his forehead against Romeo's. "I know." That was the last thing Ben would ever say to him. Romeo watched Ben exit the kitchen, the anxiety from his nightmare completely gone, replaced with unending love for the man he saw before him.

Realizing he forgot about the coffee, he walked over to the machine, making him and Ben a cup each. His with as much sugar as humanly possible, Ben's black. Just how they liked it. Resuming his place at the table, he heard Ben talking quietly to whoever was at the door. He waited for a few more minutes, debating on whether or not to take the coffee to Ben. Deciding against it, he remained at the table, straining to hear anything they were saying. Eventually, he gave up on it, and remained at the table. Suddenly, the door slammed, and there was silence. After Ben didn’t come back into the kitchen, Romeo stood, and walked to the entryway. As he looked over the scene laid out in front of him, tears sprung in his eyes, and a sob rose in his throat. Ben’s lifeless body laid on the floor in front of the door, his head completely detached from his body. Blood still poured from the wound, and Romeo stared, his brain hardly comprehending what he saw. When he finally processed the image, he broke into a sob, running to the body of his once lively partner. He knelt next to the body, and pulled it into his arms, holding the bleeding mess to his chest. His suitor, his husband, his one and only. Gone. Just like that.

Romeo didn’t notice the blood that was getting all over his clothes, and he didn’t notice the sound of sirens, until the door was kicked in, and he was forcefully dragged away from what remained of the love of his life.

[therewas-a-girl]

I was watching s1 of Arrow, bc it's on Netflix here (FINALLY) and... what happened to Laurel? She was so good in s1. WHAT WENT WRONG AFTER S1???????

Short answer - the writers think women are interchangeable, not really deserving to be treated as people and, really its easier to replace them (with the added bonus of the story they can squish out of their gruesome deaths), than say, spend brainpower to write them as humans, and allow the audience to built connections and empathy with them… and not just the whoever they are there to prop up. 

long answer… is longer, and a mess:

one of the ideas i have - one of them - is that, the whole idea behind the end of season one was that tommy’s death would affect both oliver and laurel. oliver by getting him not to kill anymore and laurel by being the ‘tragedy/loss/pain’ that would push her into becoming the Black Canary. 

(this is my intuition just from the way their journey was going, like, by following the narrative etc, and by knowing how these writers think, a little. like, what to them is the birth of a hero: death, loss tragedy. it bores me, generally, sure, but i know it when i see it.) 

i dont know what happened, but they seemed to change their minds - maybe halfway. or after s1 ended?… idk. and started casting calls for the Canary. tore laurel down to the freaking bone - and used her character to prop other characters, general at the expense of her development. or rather, her opportunities to bond the audience with her, build sympathy for her. because all those opportunities were used to build sympathy for whoever she was facing against.

(seriously, they gave laurel in s2 some emotional reactions to stuff that are so far from human emotions, i can hardly conceive of it. and im not talking about her cleaving at sara or oliver by the way. i think she had all the right in the world to feel all the rage in the world. im talking about how all her emotional reactions were framed as wrong/bad/over the top! as opportunities for oliver to act like a self righteous dick, his behavior framed by the story as ‘right’ and ‘just’. 

(i will never be over the fact that he said, to her face and utterly unironically, ‘i am still standing here, i have loved you half my life but im done running after you’ like it was an accusation, while she, and everyone else, had just found out - in laurels own home… at a dinner he was not invited to… - that he and sara were boning. like… “im fucking your sister, dropping you neck deep into the shit that is one of the most gruesome deja vu experiences in the history of ever, but how dare you be angry, you dont know whats happening in my life right now!!!! that’s obviously more important than YOUR feeling!!!”   meanwhile, im standing here o_O ???? is this walking dick foreal????), 

laurel framed as selfish? opportunity for her to apologize to sara instead of, idk, both of them forgiving each other for the fucked up things they did to each other???

[lmao i still laugh my ass off at how, in needing to frame sara less negatively for the whole ‘sleeping with her sister’s boyfriend’ thing - a gross device they used in s1 to to build sympathy for laurel; the writers did a whole ‘i saw oliver first’ thing with her, like that somehow means sara ‘planted the flag on him’ and that means something??? or gave her some sort of ‘get out of jail free card’ that essentially turned LAUREL in the boyfriend-thieving sister. LMFAO  how the tables turned!!! 

one of the most gross things arrow has done is the relationship between sara and laurel and the way they were pitted against each other - with oliver at the center. and im not saying that’s how i think of it - i like to think their issues went deeper and had fuckall to do with oliver’s dick, but that’s how the show framed it]. 

like, if there were scales, laurel would always be put on the lower one - you could tell they didnt respect her character much, because they always sacrificed it to make someone else look better. using laurel as the ‘bad guy’ to buy empathy/sympathy for some other character?) 

so, what went wrong? 

im fucked if i know. 

maybe nothing. plenty of people love laurel the way she is. including me: beautifully fucked up and flawed and, this is my idea, angry as fuck but still good. or trying to be. or maybe this is my version of laurel. as i have a version of all the characters i love - essentially everyone on the show, with the notable  exception of merlyn. 

maybe s2 was meant to be laurel’s ‘island’ - because according to arrow thats the only way to birth heroes. 

fake, that sounds. but okay. 

or maybe they thought nobody liked laurel and she wouldn’t work as the black canary anyway. so her replacement was premeditate, her journey, as some say, only a fulfillment of contractual obligations towards katie. 

or maybe the s2 journey/breakdown had been planned from the beginning?  

i don’t know. 

whatever the answer is, the result is still ??? and fucking stupid.

because the mantel was passed on from sara to laurel. sara gave laurel the proverbial jacket and went on her own way, without harm. having made up with her family, having gained her freedom (and then compromised it), having made up with her sister, redeemed herself in her own eyes and in the eyes of those she loved and who loved her. having started to see herself as a hero, and believe , finally , that she was one. or could be. 

regardless of the reason for sara’s existence, sara was and IS beautiful and so is her journey, because to me, hers is a journey of homecoming and hope.  

BUT - in s3 they killed sara regardless ??? 

even though the ‘hero mantel’ had been already passed…. and here is where i get utterly lost because, why? i dont know. i honest to god dont know.  these people put two canaries on our screen but couldn’t keep them there? neither one can live while the other one survives, apparently? there was absolutely no need for sara to die - and the shameful way she did die - NOW THAT’S WHERE I START GAINING INSIGHT - because it exposes the true nature of the writer’s hypocrisy and reasons: a woman who said the iconic line ‘no woman should suffer at the hands of men’ was murdered by a girl being controlled by a man to get TO another man, while sara was shoved into a trashcan and then a literal fridge.

this ^ is where it starts to get transparent.

like, maybe they didn’t try so hard with laurel because, they don’t try that hard with women in the arrowverse in general. 

maybe, they didn’t really know how to write laurel like a person, out of the archetype she was built to be. a woman written by and FOR the kind of people that think its important to give her stuffed bras to puff up her breasts does not bode well for her future.

i would however like to take a moment to point out the fucking hypocrisy of them reinforcing, in dinah, this whole ‘defender of women’ thing that they had going with sara AFTER WHAT THEY DID TO SARA ^^^ !!! they are trying so fucking hard to copy paste the traits of the ‘successful canary’ (whom they still killed) onto dinah, (perhaps even as a way to distance her from the ‘unsuccessful canary’) – but every time dinah says something like that, i cant help but be reminded of sara and what these same writers did to her AND HOW HYPOCRITICAL THAT MAKES HER LINES SOUND, KNOWING WHERE THEY COME FROM. like, generally the reaction i have is  -

WITH YOUR FUCKING VILLAIN MUSTACHE! 

I SEE YOU!

ps: i do not like the trend i notice that heroines are more easily accepted as heroines in arrow, when they mirror Oliver’s journey to heroism.  sara did; then her latest reincarnation - dinah - mirrored sara’s. (they tried to do it with Laurel, Felicity. in a kind of way even with diggle - though that might be a stretch)  it’s one of the reasons, i think, that sara and dinah are more successful with the fandom? they fit the mold more easily. easier to box in, pin down. their reasons, internal pushes, are easier to grasp - because they mirror the hero’s. and the hero gets plenty of exposition, and we are also basically programmed to empathize with him.

while its seems harder for people to accept that other kinds of journeys for women - not because it is harder, but because then they’d have to figure out the internal workings of these women who are DIFFERENT from the hero. people would have to really THINK about it, and generally, i find that’s not a natural inclination , when it comes to the internal worlds of people who are not the white male (presented as straight despite various queer!baiting flags) hero. 

There are other forms of journeys, motives - that would be just as brilliant as Oliver’s - or generally the ‘tragedy-born’ hero’s. And that would fit the personality of the characters better, individualize them more, make them stand out on their own. Like Laurel’s need to do good, her disappointment with the system and want to fix it, keeping a different moral code from the others. Felicity’s plain need to make an impact, do something with her life, just because. No need for ‘dark arcs’ cause that’s just how she was born as. 

But that’s a journey that would require energy to absorb, something one would have to figure out for themselves, whole watching, oftentimes even making it up, imagining it. and yeah, most ppl just dont bother. 

[1hoseokie]

i’ve been tagged in many things recently and have been bad and haven’t done them so im gonna do them all under a read more ~enjoy~ (and im tagging 1 person per thing bc im lazy)

warning--- this is Long

Ten songs, ten mutuals 😍😍😍

Rules: put your music on shuffle and write down the first ten songs, then tag ten mutuals.

i was tagged by @transboywonho​ (sorry it took me like 2 months to do this)

Liar - CLC

Breathe on Me- Britney Spears 

Lucky Girl- Red Velvet 

1 Verse - Jhope

Needed me- Rihanna 

X- F(x)

Move- Little mix

Gold - Years and years 

Feel Good- Shinee

Lucid Dreaming- Tinashe

i tag @petiteshinee​

10 songs i’ve been listening to daily

@yoongipouting​ tagged me ... thanks !!! ♡

i literally only listen to about 10 songs anyways skkfjasdf

boombayah - blackpink

hobgoblin - clc 

power - little mix

silver spoon - bts 

hows this - hyuna

look here - bts

just chill - jonghyun 

4 walls - f(x)

cypher part 3 /4 - bts

superwoman - minzy 

i tag @2nep1nk​

Questions

@yoongipouting​ tagged me!! im sorry it takes me so long to do these 

1. How tall are you? ↳ 5′3

2. What are your favorite TV Shows? ↳ um shadowhunters is like the only TV show i watch tbh (besides kdramas)

3. What are your favorite YouTubers? ↳ um i like rose and rosie a lot 

4. What’s your favorite feature of yourself? ↳ my eyes

5. Cats or Dogs? ↳ im bi i get to say both :)

6. Candy or Fruit? ↳ fruit

7. Hot or Cold? ↳ depends ... this question is so broad 

8. What kind of phone do you have? ↳ iphone 6s

9. Movies or Music ↳ music

10. How many kids would you like to have? Boys or girls? ↳ none, or 1 - and a girl 

11. Top 3 favorite foods? ↳ ramen, chicken w guac, mac and cheese 

12. Top 3 worst foods? ↳ anything w fish

13. What’s something you’re afraid of? ↳ student l*ans

14. Any phobias? ↳ not really

15. What makes you the happiest? ↳ the sound of rain

16. Have you eaten today? And if so what? ↳ i had spanish rice and corn 

17.What time is it currently where you are? ↳ 3:00 pm

18. Snowy day or rainy day? ↳ rain!!!! i hate snow so much

19. If you could paint your room any color what would it be? ↳ tan w ike a dusty pink accent 

20. Makeup or no makeup? ↳ i love doing like a full face of make up but im too lazy so like light make up

21. Dressy or casual? ↳ casual - i literally have a casual clothes kink bye 

22. Milk or soda? ↳ milk

23. Favorite smell? ↳ rain!!!

24. How are you at meeting new people? ↳ terrible...i have no social skills

25. What’s the first thing you do when you wake up? ↳ get a drink of water

26. What’s the first thing you see when you look at someone? ↳ hair

27. Top 3 personality traits you want in a partner? ↳ funny, smart, hot

28. Kiss or Hugs? ↳ idk tbh

29. Going out or staying in? ↳ staying in

30. Lastly, tell your followers something they may not know about you. ↳ i used to dance when i was younger and literally my biggest regret in life is that i stopped dancing (i want to start again but im nervous)

i tag @9yoong

tag game !

I was tagged by @yootzu thanks!!! 💕

Rules: Answer the 20 questions in a new post and tag 20 blogs you would like to get to know better.

Nickname: pipi/whiskers

Gender: female

Star Sign: leo

Height: 5′3

Time Right Now: 3:13 pm

Last Thing I Googled: "red velvet postions” lmao

Favorite Band(s): blackpink, little mix, bts

Favorite Solo Artist(s): ailee, cl

Song Stuck In Your Head: cypher pt 4 is always stuck in my head

Last Movie I Watched: the handmaiden

Last TV Show I Watched: the lover

When Did You Create Your Blog: i dont remember rip  

What Kind of Stuff Do You Post: i dont even know .. my blog is a mess

When Did Your Blog Reach its Peak: probs when i made that perrie and boobs post

Do You Have Any Other Blogs: no

Do You Get Asks Regularly: not really, but way more then i used too 

Why Did You Chose Your URL: bc yoongi and hobi are both bisexual icons 

Following: 190

Posts: 37,346

Hogwarts House: ravenclaw

Pokemon Team: idk anything abt pokemon 

Favorite Colours: black, pink, yellow

Average Hours of Sleep: 7-8

Lucky Numbers: 7

Favorite Characters: dont really have one tbh

What Are You Wearing Right Now: black shorts, a white shirt and a grey jacket 

How Many Blankets Do You Sleep With: rn 1 but it depends on the season

Dream Job: lisa’s groupie 

Dream Trip: paris, japan, germany, south korea. i wanna go all over the world tbh

i tag @yoongipouting

obviously don’t feel obligated to do these if i tagged you i hope you enjoyed learning too much about me