#it makes me soooo warm and fuzzy you would not believe

[pencilofawesomeness]

Your Papalogia AU has consumed my creative soul. I want to write my own AU but borrowing some ideas from your AU, can I have permission please? If not thats fine! I just figured I would ask first

shdlksjalkgjsdgj Hello fellow victim of brainrot! Glad to have you!

So short answer is yes of course you can do your own thing. Longer answer is, it's not even my original AU concept lol. It was started by acnologias-ass. Now, of course, I ran with it in a slightly different direction, as did some other people I know who have their own versions out there, so there's plenty of room for more! And to answer your question again, yes! Feel free to take whatever inspiration from mine you wish :D✨(Just throw me an "inspired by" bone/link if it gets specific enough, or a blanket one at the beginning or something.)

(Also please feel free to send me the link when you get off the ground I love reading / seeing alternate takes. It's fulfilling to my brainrot without me having to write/draw it aslkdjgsljglsgj)

Happy creating and long live the brainrot o7

[whumpsoda]

His Number

I’m kinda not super proud of this but I really wanted to write soooo

Cw: pet whump, mentions of kidnapping and captivity, conditioning

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Large, rough, clammy hands rubbed around the delicate surface of a stuffed animal. 

Whumpee was intertwined in the many aisles of the toy store Caretaker had suggested they enter while on one of their very few excursions outside of the house. She had tasked him with picking out five items for her friends as holiday gifts, and the man was ecstatic to have been given a job. One fuzzy stuffed toy in particular had caught Whumpee’s eye.

Whumpee believed it to be a bear, as he could faintly remember having a similar one as a child. He picked up the toy with both hands, studying it intently. The mix of the warm heat from the store’s insides and the toy’s fuzzy outside worked to fight against the chill on Whumpee’s bulky hands.

Whumpee dug deeper in his jumbled up brains, scouring for a memory of the childhood toy he thought of, but to no avail. He remembered its appearance, but found could find no instances of him actually playing with it. Whumpee had very few memories from when he was a child, or mainly at all, but the ones he did have were mostly quick glimpses of memories, not full ones.

“…me?”

Whumpee’s head spiked upwards to the noise, and his gaze landed on a woman next to him.

How had he not heard her? He used to be alerted to the slightest of noises, and he had always been so obedient and controlled. He used to be such a good gaurd dog. Now he was in a store, looking at toys, making his own choices, and with no owner in sight.

“S’cuse me, miss?” he responded calmly. The woman was small, a great deal shorter, and appeared visibly intimidated by his demeanor.

“I-I’m sorry for bothering, I was just wondering if I could get your number?” the woman was swaying slightly, and bit her lip. Whumpee paused for a moment in confusion. She was holding a phone in one hand, sticking it slightly in his direction.

Did this woman know what he was? She must have seen all the news reports. So many people had. But why was she asking him and not his owner? The skin on his wrist, tainted by his tattoo, itched. 

“834902.” The numbers would be forever etched into his brain. The woman’s fingers tapped so swiftly on the phone that he was in awe of her skill. She met his gaze expectantly and they sat for a moment, neither uttering a word.

“Uh, that’s not long enough for a phone number.” she smiled nervously and Whumpee’s face flushed.

Phone number. 

He had a phone, Caretaker had so graciously gifted him one only a couple weeks ago. Whumpee had at first strictly refused, not trusting himself with something so valuable, but she insisted on the matter. Had said it would ease her nerves, just in case of emergencies . Whumpee did not dare disagree again, not wanting to appear ungrateful. So far Whumpee had barely used it, despite taking it everywhere. Sometimes, as a quiet thank you, he would play the mind numbing games Caretaker had downloaded on it as to show her how immensely grateful he was.

Whumpee felt utterly humiliated for assuming the strange woman had wanted his number. He barely even thought about the tatoo anymore, the numbers serving as a weighing reminder of what he was. 

Of what his old master had worked so hard to create.

But Whumpee was utterly confused. His feeble animal brain had trouble understanding a lot of things, this situation being one of them. Why would this random woman want his phone number?

“Why d’you need my phone number?” Whumpee unconsciously came off much more on edge than he had intended, causing the woman to curl in on herself slightly. He had seen Caretaker do the same so many times before. It was obvious Caretaker didn’t like that part of him.

“I, um, I just thought you were really cute, y’know? And I-uh, wanted to like, talk, I guess?” her smile wavered, and she gracefully pulled a strand of her long, pin straight hair behind her ear. As much as he hated it, Whumpee’s heart slightly lifted at the sound of praise.

She thought mutt was cute.

It suddenly made sense. She liked what she had seen of him, and she wanted him. This woman wanted, him, a broken mutt. It still didn’t make sense though why she had come to him instead of Caretaker. Pets were the commodity, not the seller. 

“Oh. I can give my owner’s phone number t’you.” Whumpee reached into his puffy coat pocket and slipped out his plain black phone.

The woman physically recoiled in response. “I’m sorry, what? What’re you talking about?” Her face contorted, meeting his eyes with a look of disgust.

Whumpee had seen that look before. He hated it, the look of malice and disapproval. He never meant to upset anyone, he only wanted to be good.

The world stopped for a moment, the reality of her disdain setting in. He had done something wrong and he had no idea what.

“I-um, I’m sorry, miss. I didn’t mean to-to upset you.” Whumpee took a stumble back, almost falling into the shelving. The woman took several steps away as well, meeting his terrified eyes. 

“Whumpee?” He knew that voice. Caretaker was here, and she was going to finally break. Her fake kindness would finally be broken, and she would punish him. She’d seen her stupid pet humiliating her in public, and she would have his head.

Her frame inched closer, clouded by whumpees nauseated mind. His eyes were glassy and unfocused, his knees to the floor now. It was a safe position, a submissive one. An obedient one. She would like that.

At least she should like that, but he knew she wouldn’t. 

He could never understand her. She had taken him in as a pet, but didn’t like it when he behaved like one. Every time he’d followed his training down to the most meticulous detail, he would only ever receive a solemn expression from her. Even after living with her for months, he still couldn’t grasp the way her brain worked.

Caretaker hated when he did things right, but loved when he’d do things wrong. When he did things that only humans were meant to do, not brainless mutts.

“M-ma-master I-I’m so sorry, please. I di’nt mean to be na-naughty.” Whumpee used all of strength to push back the tears threatening to spill. Guard dogs weren’t supposed to cry.

“Oh, whumpee,” the usual solemn expression returned to her face like he had expected. Instead of yelling, insulting, or punishing him like he wanted, she tenderly brought him back to his feet. 

The strange woman still stared at them slack jawed from several feet away. “Oh my god. I’m such a dumbass. You’re the guy from the news!” 

People had recognized him almost everywhere they went, whenever Whumpee and Caretaker actually left the house. At first Whumpee had been baffled by this fact, and Caretaker was forced to dumb it down for him. She had informed him that the worthless pet was a national news story. His current face and the one from the past, or more like the human who once wore it ten years ago, was plastered in all different media.

It’s why people everywhere stared and whispered when they saw him. 

Unfortunately Whumpee never understood the reactions he got, his mutt brain couldn’t manage to comprehend it. He just didn’t know why the humans didn’t like mutt.

They always told him they were sorry, that things would get better. 

Things were better, back at the rescue center. He was praised and enjoyed for being such a good pet. Now no one liked who he was, and maybe they never would. The fake human life he was living was much too complicated for a simple mutt.

As much as Caretaker hated it, Whumpee would do anything to return to the comfort of Master’s home.

[sebsxphia]

Sebbie m'dear?? I come once again over the hills with a freshly baked blurb just in time for spooky season (lol). I can't believe it's already October and already the leaves around the house are turning those gorgeous colors. Even my littles at work are feeling the need to get spooky too (lol).

I'm still thinking alot about the whole "Rhett adopts Amy" trope with his lovely wifey!reader and with it already being spooky season, I think it's making it worse (lol).

The house is constantly smelling like fall with all the baked goods you and Rhett are making for the store you own with Cecelia and some family friends of yours, peanut butter and chocolate fudge, little rice krispie treats that look like trick-or-treat bags, cookies and little cakes that are shaped like pumpkins, coconut macaroons that look like mummies, sugar skulls with bright and intricate patterns that your neighbors sometimes put on their home altars or in the cemeteries for their loved ones, marshmallow ghosts and spiders and a whole bunch of others that make the house smell so good.

You keep plenty of fabric and materials in your supply closet and since things were a little bit tight that year before the cattle could be auctioned off, you decided to make Amy's Halloween costume. All year long she had wanted to be Cinderella so you made her the dress, the little gloves and the black choker (the only thing you worried about were her shoes but thank God she still had her Easter shoes which were perfect).

You and Rhett spent almost the whole last half of September and all of October getting the house ready for Halloween. You have a whole list of movies that you would watch together, but one of Rhett's favorites is "It's The Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown" (he used to watch it all the time with Royal when he was little and Royal has pictures of Rhett rolling this giant ass pumpkin up to the house with his little blue baby blanket in his tiny hands and ever since then, Royal jokes about how Rhett was actually Linus, lol).

You've made a ton of your Halloween decorations for both at home and at the store and love putting them out every year. You've got a ton of wool from the sheep so that leaves room for you to make little needle-felted decorations (I'm learning how to do it right now and it's soooo much fun and so relaxing). You've even made a little pumpkin patch with Jack and Sally in it and even a little Zero which Amy loves to play with, although she still has trouble switching on the little fairy lights that go with it.

Speaking of pumpkins, Rhett will gladly take Amy to go and get pumpkins to carve for the house porch and the store porch as well. Wes Redwood, his best friend since childhood, will often meet up with him and his two nephews he adopted, to go pumpkin picking. Amy even pulled a Linus when she picked the biggest pumpkin in the patch and couldn't get it through her secret hole in the fence, so she rolled it around the fence like a boulder and couldn't stop it before she got to the truck (lol).

Sebbie as always, thank you for taking the time to read these and add to them when you do, I can't appreciate it enough. 🥰🥰🥰🥰 🎃🎃🎃🎃

real time reactions of me reading this! you know, i love halloween and you know i love these soft thoughts! these made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, especially considering how shitty i feel rn my love. thank you so, so much for this! ilysm, mwah! 🥰💌💗

[gloryofluv]

How do you think the brothers would react to walking into MC’s room after looking for them to find them lying on bed, headphones in with a full face mask on? I’m talking cucumber slices on the eyes the whole deal. (Obviously Beel is gonna eat the cucumber but hey 😅)

Ah, thanks anon for a fun one! Self care is soooo important! Makes me want to go do a face mask now. Especially if my favorite boys are going to be there.

The Brothers Walking in on MC Enjoying a Face Mask and Self Care

Lucifer-

Busy demon boy. He knocks but is a bit concerned when he doesn’t hear an answer. Actually, a bit perturbed, if we’re honest! (Solely believes you should definitely answer him at whatever time he spends the time to do a welfare check)

Stops at the door when he sees MC lounging on their bed. Amused. Amusement turns to warm fuzzies. There they are, the affliction of his wounded heart, relaxing and listening to music, completely oblivious to watchful eyes.

The face mask even adds a pleasant smell to the room. Well, well, aren’t they a gorgeous, flawed mess? Won’t admit to wanting to encourage this in his personal space. Most certainly won’t confess to wanting to slurp up the peaceful energy of said self-care either.

Instead, he slips into the kitchen, being positive to not being seen. He prepares a relaxing herbal tea that always refreshes him on the off chance of a moment of peace. Once that is brewed to perfection, he will, with deadly silence, sneak into MC’s room and set the cup down.

They manage to peel the cucumbers off just before watching his silent escape. The warm tea is steaming next to them on the night table.

Cute. Stalkery, but cute.

"I enjoy thoroughly that you don't need to be instructed to take care of yourself."

Mammon-

Never knocks. Don’t expect it now. Even after he heard Asmo gave MC an excellent something or other to have some personal time. MC’s time is his time.

He barges into the room with his usual bravado, to note that MC hadn’t even commented. He glances over to see this goopy mess with cucumbers and a towel around their hair. Ugh. Asmo has them into that stupid self-care crap he’s been shoving!

Pouty boy. Wants attention and their attention to be real. He slumps on the bed and removes a cucumber from MC’s eyes. Starts talking regardless of if MC can hear. Then blames MC for not paying attention when they take off their headphones.

Starts a nonsense conversation. Doesn’t care about the topic, but he will continue it as long as MC gives him attention. Will be a blushing mess if MC asks if he wants them to do a mask for him.

Mammon snorts and deflects about that being Asmo’s thing. However, if MC offers to do the whole pampering effect that comes with the face mask… well, he might, ya know, be alright, maybe? Blushy blushy mess.

MC kisses his cheek, and he’s done for, even if he jumps up and spits out about it being gross and crackly from the mask. Has to leave. Cuteness overload. Poor baby boi doesn’t know how to handle soft feelings so well.

“Yeah, well, I gotta go. Maybe when you clean that crap off, you can come to my room. We’ll do something, ya know, together?”

Levi-

Knocks twice. Pissed MC didn’t answer. Glances in and blinks. Oh, they looked so peaceful. Is that the Rui-chan plushie he gave them? Oh, MC is tugging at his heart like an anime trope!

Slides inside and debates on bothering them. Just wants to admire MC a moment while he’s blushing and his brain is sputtering. MC had the plushie against their chest while relaxing on the bed.

Fiddles with his fingers and knows he should leave but likes this. A lot. Wants no one else to bother them. This moment is his. Cute. MC is a cute, adorable anime story waiting to be told. The only thing missing…

MC shifts and peels off a cucumber to reach for the boba tea he bought them earlier. Cue, nervous, mortified otaku!

However, MC doesn’t get upset and waves before taking off their headphones. They say they were just enjoying the TSL soundtrack. Even more blushing??! He can’t handle it and covers his face.

Sputtering about some streaming he needed to do, he tells them not to forget to meet him after dinner for their friendship dailies! Runs, not walks, out of the room.

Clutches his heart the whole way up the stairs and even hides his face from Mammon as he passes him on the stairs. It was just like that anime. I fell in love with a witch, and she didn’t even realize it because I can’t speak. The scene was remarkably similar.

“Ah, yeah, well, I just wanted t-to be sure you’re still coming t-tonight. You are right? I mean, I don’t want to bother you with it, y-yeah?”

Satan-

Knocks three times. Patiently waits. Until he’s not patient. Not happy to be ignored without even a response as to why MC isn’t answering.

Opens the door to see MC on their bed in a face mask. Aww, that’s cute. He likes cute things, and MC is equated to a cat sunbathing in a window. Walks over and touches MC’s shoulder.

MC jerks, but as the cucumber is removed, they smile and pat the bed. He is so pleased. Sitting down toward the center of the mattress, he assists MC to relax against his lap. Without removing their headphones, they comply.

He then opens his book and begins to read while removing the towel around MC’s hair. Ah, yes, this was peaceful and relaxing in so many ways. He was able to stroke MC’s hair and read with them while they indulged in self-care.

Perfection. He even offers to help them clean their face. Sweet little nerd. Knows why self-care is so important and relishes that MC doesn't mind his presence while doing so.

“I know you can’t hear me, but I thoroughly enjoy it when you take care of yourself. It makes me want to take care of you more.”

Asmo-

Barges in. Knows exactly what they're doing when he sees MC. Actually, knows it’s a great idea and skips up to his bathroom for his face mask! Has it prepped and ready to go with his own set of cucumbers.

Races into the room and tucks onto the bed next to MC. They remove the cucumbers and smile with a nod before taking off their headphones. He is so happy! Place the cucumbers on his own eyes.

Talk. Real talk, honey. Will go on about his Devilgram, what he saw at RAD, and even his brothers. All of it is light and airy. No bitching in a pamper session. This is all about that dopamine and good feels.

Insists that they continue with this pamper session with massages and manicures. Won’t mind at all if MC says they want to start doing this weekly. He is there, baby!

It becomes routine, and no one is going to disturb them! Encourages MC to try different masks and will be the guru of making them look as great as they make him feel! Expect cuddles and lots of kisses after the mask comes off!

“Oh! I’m so happy you want to do this! If we can do a whole session instead of just the mask, I will make you feel almost as great as I look!”

Beel-

Hungry boi. Wants to invite MC out for a snack, but no answer to his knocking? Are they alright? He saw them go into their room earlier.

He walks in to see MC on the bed, headphones on, and a mud mask? That’s what Asmo calls them, right? It smells waaaay too good to be mud. Walks over and eyes MC with confused interest.

Had no idea they liked putting food on their face. Food. Sits down on the bed and grabs one of the cucumbers. Tastes just like the sweetness of MC and food. Loves it.

MC smiles and hands him the other before taking off their headphones. Happy boi asks what they’re doing. They answer with a simple answer of self-care. The long day at RAD made them feel tired.

Asks if the mask is edible, to which MC replies and laughing negative. Oh, that makes no sense. It smells good. They offer to do a mask for him but doubt he’d be able to not eat it.

He laughs and nods before asking if they were almost done. He now has a craving for ice cream and maybe a half-dozen of burgers. MC sits up and kisses his cheek before nodding.

He is glowing with happiness and kisses their masked cheek. Unfortunately, he couldn’t help it and licks their face. Definitely doesn’t taste as great as it smells. MC laughs and pats his shoulder, saying they’ll be out in a few minutes so they can get a snack.

“You always taste good, but that mud doesn’t. You still look cute.”

Belphie-

Not a knocker. Doesn’t care to knock. MC is his human, and love knows no bounds. That includes doors.

Walks in to see MC on the bed with headphones and a mask. Cute. Adorable. Cuddly. Now his whole plan of going to the attic is out the window.

Slumps on the bed and buries his face in MC’s chest. Looks up to see they peel a cucumber off to see it’s him and smiles. Thump. Thump. His heart is growing by the second.

MC sighs and starts running their fingers through his hair after placing the cucumber back on their eye. Happy, sleepy boi. Cuddles closer and nuzzles with the equivalent of a sadistic sleepy cat.

MC has to beg him to let them go so they can remove it. He pouts and waits for them to return, only to entrap them in his arms and claim they smell too good to let go, and they feel so peaceful. Time for a nap.

“I love that you smell so wonderful and refreshing. Next time tell me when you’re going to do this so I can enjoy the whole thing.”

[violetnotez]

I just read your headcanons about treating Mirio,shouto and bakugou's hounds and it was soooo cuuuute kafkksfbksgkbs I wonder if you can do the same headcanons for Izuko, Hitoshi and maybe Tokoyami? OwO ♡♡♡♡♡

Hey bb! So unfortunately I don’t write for Tokoyami 👉🏼👈🏼 but I totally got ya on Izuku and Shinso! ❤️

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Izuku

Please be aware you will have to be this dude’s nurse 24/7

He is just always getting hurt

No matter what, he can promise you as much as he wants that he won’t get hurt or he’ll try his best to be safe...

Lmao that doesn’t happen

You don’t know how many times you’ll be hanging out with him, and you’ll notice he has a limp he won’t tell you about

Or he’ll be at your door, covered in scraps and trying to convince you “it’s nothing, really!”

You and Recovery Girl are like besties at this point

Worst part is unless he’s like at deaths door he REFUSES to act like it’s a big thing

Like “oh my fingers are purple and look like burnt chicken-it’s chill”

NO SIR IT IS NOT FUCKING CHILL

He takes pain like a champ tho, like he will grimace here and there but he’ll never do anything but that

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“Izuku-for the love of-“ you huffed our with exasperation as you struggled with the hem of his shirt. “-just take off your shirt!”

Poor Midoriya’s cheeks were on fire, his face very much resembling a red strawberry as his bruised digits wrapped around yours, trying desperately to keep his shirt down over his chest.

It wasn’t as if you’d ever seen him shirtless, you had seen him like that countless of times....he just didn’t want to worry you. Yeah his last patrol was a little-rougher-than the rest...but it wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle!

But deep down he knew it looked pretty bad, the bruises blossoming under his skin, deepening with each hour as they were still pretty fresh. And even though they stung, and made it hard to move in certain positions, and-yeah it was kinda hard to breathe in certain ways....he was fine, he swears!

You stopped your tug of war against Izuku, hands falling limp against his thighs, your body hovering over his legs.

“Izuku please,” you pleaded, eyebrows furrowing in sympathy, “I know there’s something wrong...I just want to make sure your okay!”

“I know, I-I just-“ he stuttered our, green orbs full of guilt, “I don’t want to worry you!”

You huffed, feeling defeat flood your body, as you softly caressed the hem of Izuku’s shirt, his favorite one....

His favorite shirt.

It was cruel to do this to him, and you knew it was wrong, but of course you wouldnt actually do it...but that overwhelmingly cruel light bulb idea was now stuck in your brain and wasn’t letting go.

You sighed yet again, this time with an over exaggeration and devilish grin on your face.

“Oh, that’s okay then...” you stated, your words sickly sweet and understanding.

Izuku perked up, unaware by your drastic change in demeanor.

“R-really?!? It is?”

You looked at his slightly relieved face, smile still on your lips. “Yeah of course! If you don’t want to take off your shirt, I can always just cut it off of you-“

Izuku audibly gulped, wise eyes growing even larger.

You-you wouldn’t right? You knew well that this was one of his favorite tshirts, as it had his favorite hero on it plus it was the comfiest one he owned...he wouldn’t ever find a tshirt he loved as much as this one.

Izuku stared at your face, trying to see pass a bluff...but you were good at hiding your true emotions, eyes glinting mischievously in the hazy warm lights.

“So whats it gonna be ‘Zuku?” you asked softly, slowly trailing under the cloth of his shirt, leaving a lowing hum of electricity on his skin. “The scissors are right there after all-“

“I-I’ll take off the shirt,” he said sheepishly, cheeks glowing a shade of red.

You giggled at his expression, thankful he took the bait as you took his face in your hands, your thumbs trailing his infinite freckles.

He could be stubborn, but he always gave in...eventually.

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Shinso

Really doesn’t like being “taken care of”

Like don’t get me wrong, you dotting over him makes him all warm and fuzzy inside,,,

But, idk, he just doesn’t like the feeling of being weak

Kind of like Izuku, tried to deny the fact he’s hurting

But he is much easier to persuade

Usually just takes a kiss or two and he gives in to your efforts

If you have to bandage him up, he likes to be a big flirt to cover up his grimaces

Gives you a bunch of blush worthy compliments,,,,,

Calls you his “Nurse Babe”

Whatever the hell that means

Honestly, after an hour of having your whole attention on him he is hooked

He will never be the same again...he is a hoe for that attention for eternity now 💀

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Your finger were feeling as if they were being tugged out their sockets, the huge bucket of soft soppy warm water sloshing dangerously in its container.

You stepped into the room where a bruised up Shinso lay on the floor, hand lazily scrolling on his phone.

Hearing you enter the room, his head tilted towards you, his once bored expression peeking up into curiousty. His violet eyes watched you intently as you set down the bucket with a huff, kneeling next to his body as you submerged some towels in the luke warm water.

“Whatcha doin’ doll?” He asked, voice still gruff from a nap he had taken a few minutes prior.

You simply continued your work, small smile on your lips as you placed a few towels in the floor.

“Well, since the doctors said you weren’t clear for a shower or bath for the night,” you stated softly, “I thought I’d give one myself.”

“So a sponge bath?” Shinso said plainly. “I’m not some old man, kitten, I’m perfectly fine to take a bath-hell, I can take a shower just fine.”

You clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth, shaking your head at him.

“When your bruises aren’t the color of your hair, maybe I’ll believe you-“ you gave him a small grin, swallowing down a ball of saliva. “-now take off your shirt.”

Shinso simply chuckled, an exasperate sigh leaving his lips. He knew too well that you were determined to nursing him back to health (even though he felt he was perfectly fine)....so really, there was no point in trying to believe him. And at this point...he wasn’t to sure he even wanted you to.

Having all your undivided attention on him was...nice-even if he hated admitting it.

“Doll, if you just wanted me to strip down...” he said cheekily, that shit eating grin plastered on his pale skin. “All you had to was ask.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, helping hin slowly peel his shirt off his skin-thank god it was a button down, or this would have been a hell of a lot harder.

But sitting in his lap, hands trailing gently against the soft skin of his abdomen and those piercing eyes watching your every move...it wa snaking your body feel particularly too hot for an otherwise cool room.

“Aw, you poor thing,” Shinso cooed with an air of arrogance, “are you flustered?”

“N-no,” you stuttered, kicking yourself internally for your obvious slip up, “I’m just wondering how the hell you lost so hard to get so many bruises.”

Shinso chuckled at your feeble attempt at a comeback, loving how you were so affected by this change in the atmosphere.

He deifnitely wnated to capitalize on this moment, his digits cradling your face as he forced you to look at him.

He grinned yet again, teeth biting his bottom lips as he gazed at you with a hungry look.

“Aw, but you are-” he murmured, his voice dropping an octave.

“-It’s okay doll, you don’t have to hide it from me...I like seeing you like this,”

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[p-antomime]

Gojo satoru x bunny reader 😭

I feel like he'd be really mean to her and nice at the same time ¿ Like idk . He likes to see her cry but doesn't want to hurt her too much . She's just so cute and dumb that it makes his heart all warm and fuzzy and he definitely has a dacryphilia kink .

I'm confident .

Hed be such a faux sympathy Dom .

Also i have a question

You have soooo many works on your page and they're all sooo fucking good .

It must be exhausting . Don't you get tired ?

I hope you take good care of your health🤞🥺

NONNIE COME BACK. FUCKING HERE. like??? I JUST FINISHED A WHOLE WHOOOOOOOOOOLE BALLET PERFORMANCE, AND EVEN MY FINGERS ARE SORE, i barely can feel my hands and legs but i couldnt wait to shower and just then answer here BECAUSEEEEEEEEEEEEEE argh. mr. satoru with a bunny honey is so GOOD

i truly believe in faux sympathy dom!satoru supremacy, no bullshit of hard dom/soft dom, HE'S A FAUX SYMPATHY ONE, he told me it! i bet he would ask her about fingerfucking her in public just to see if she can handle his teasing before he put his cum and babies inside her, I KNOW HE WOULD! he told me. trust me.

and, darling, i'll be really honest with ya, sometimes i really get tired and almost exhaust writing everything, but i can assure you that i never... like, idk how to explain, i never forced myself to write, yknow? e.g., when you feel really tired and, even feeling this way, you force yourself to produce something, got it? fortunately, i never did this! <3<3 and take care of your health too, my sweetheart!

[outsiderslamb]

Maybe please get Stevebit at the carnival and smooches and giggles and 🥺 pleaseeeee ilysm you don’t understand ahhhh no rush at all *floof your hair*!🙏

CAS THIS TOOK ME SO LONG I’M SO SORRY!!

Carnivals

Steve-bit, fluff & mild angst

Bittersweet, unrequited(?) love, ambiguous ending

As he stared, chewing absentmindedly on a candied apple, the saturated colors of the tents, flashes of light of the signs, and blurs of motion from the rides of the carnival slowly blended into nothing but a multi-colored blur in the background of his thoughts; but he could see every detail of Steve perfectly, like the way the candy coating the apple dripped from his plump lips as it melted in the sun and stuck to his teeth. Two-bit felt his heart start to race as thoughts of kissing the sticky mess right off filled his head.

He was shaken from his thoughts by a hard nudge in the ribs from Steve.

"Hey, get a load of the kid," Steve said, a smirk playing the lips Two-bit had just been admiring.

"Which kid?" Two-bit asked, his head still fuzzy from the warm thoughts swimming around up there.

Steve raised an eyebrow at him, then reached out and grabbed Two-bit's chin with his hand, turning his head to look over by a concession stand; where one Ponyboy Curtis was talking to a girl who looked to be at least eighteen years old.

Two-bit shrugged, he remembered being fourteen once and in love with every pretty lady that walked by. For all he knew the kid was dipping his toes in the art of flirting, and even though that would probably only result in a condescending smile and a pat on the head, it was still nice to see little Pony following in his big brother's footsteps.

But Steve didn't seem to share this sentiment.

In fact, the seventeen-year-old stood up from his seat so fast that Two-bit nearly fell out of the cheap plastic chair he was resting on, and marched right over to the flirting senior and the awkwardly giggling freshmen.

As Two-bit jumped up to follow, quickly thinking of something he could say to diffuse the situation, Steve had shoved himself in-between a now sputtering Ponyboy and a pissed-off woman.

"Lanie, he's a fucking kid!" Steve snarled, reaching his arm out to tuck Ponyboy safely behind him as if he were protecting the kid from a stabber.

Lanie rolled her eyes, "Calm your ass down, Steve," she was dressed rather conservatively despite the weather, which was usual for her.

Two-bit remembered that she helped him cheat on an English test a few months ago, as he was held back and she'd already graduated; while they weren't good friends, he didn't want to believe she would purposefully try to creep on Ponyboy.

"Hey, Steve-O, Lanie didn't mean nothing by it," Two-bit tried to defend, standing by Lanie, "You didn't even hear what they said."

Pony finally piped up, "It wasn't anything bad, I promise! She was just saying I look like Sodapop," he awkwardly was shifting his feet around, face flushed and looking a little guilty.

Steve huffed, he didn't seem satisfied, but that wasn't an uncommon thing for people to tell Ponyboy.

Lanie seemed annoyed. "Are you his parents now? Honestly, Steve, you aren't a knight in shining armor, just mind your damn business for once."

Steve balled his fists, "It is my business if I think a little kid is gonna get preyed on by some old hag!"

"JESUS CHRIST, ALL THEY DID WAS TALK!" Two-bit finally snapped, at his wits end with the stupid conversation. He liked Steve, he really truly did, but sometimes his protective nature was overbearing.

Steve looked at Two-bit, a little shocked. Two-bit flinched at how hurt he looked. He opened his mouth to say something, then seemed to decide against it. Jamming his fists into his pockets he stepped down.

"Ponyboy, stay with us," Steve said as Pony started to wander off after Lanie left.

Pony groaned. "Steve I'm old enough to be on my own, c'mon!"

Two-bit gave Steve a quick nudge. "Hey, hey, let the kid go, he's fine on his own."

Steve looked like he wanted to argue, but clearly not wanting a repeat of what just happened he shrugged. "Fine. But don't talk to strangers." he conceded.

Ponyboy smiled at Two-bit, and Two-bit shot him a wink, then he ran off to go get into trouble somewhere else.

Two-bit sighed and looked beside him at Steve. "Hey, now. what was that about?" he asked softly, remembering that Steve had a similar outburst over Sylvia talking to Johnny, only that time he threatened to get violent.

Steve shook his head, scrunching up his nose like he always did when he was uncomfortable. "I just... I just don't want him getting hurt." was all he said, and Two-bit knew he wasn't going to get any more out of him.

Two-bit wasn't good with touchy-feely shit, never had been and probably never would be, but what he lacked in ability to dig to the root of the problem he more than made up for in ability to distract from the pain.

"Soooo, wanna go hunt some action?" he asked with a hearty chuckle, savoring the smile that got from Steve.

"Yeah, yeah I do." Steve said.

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The park would close after midnight, but right now, the sky was filled with a bright orange glow, turning the trees on the horizon to inky shadows. Two-bit didn't stop to admire though, he just ran beside Steve through the crowd away from the clerk they had antagonized into chasing them.

It was fair, in Two-bit's opinion, seeing as the guy had taunted them over losing a rigged game. But unfortunately, the chase ended early when the clerk decided he didn't want to chase anymore and went back to his job. That sucked, Two-bit was hoping there'd be a fight.

"God, I'm beat." Steve said, stretching his arms out, nearly making Two-bit drool as he watched the way they flexed. "Wanna do something more relaxing before we head back?"

Two-bit's nodded as he gestured to the Ferris wheel, "We could rest up there, maybe we can scout out the others from the height." He said.

Steve's eyes got wide when he saw just how tall it was. "Are you sure?" He asked, taking a step back as though intimidated.

Two-bit cocked a rusty brow, watching Steve avert his eyes from the ferris wheel. “Ya good?” He asked, breaking the brief silence.

Steve nodded jerkily, his dark hair bouncing. “Yeah! No worries! I just don’t wanna lose my lunch.” He said, waving a hand dismissively.

Two-bit smirked, shaking his head, “Alright, whatever you say.”

After walking together in silence for a little while, they found a nice place in the grass to sit and watch the sun sink below the tree line. It was in between the space of two rides that had already shut down for the evening, so there was plenty of privacy. As the buildings they were sat in between turned black in the growing darkness, the sky turned gold.

Steve shivered from where he sat cross-legged on the grass, his denim vest doing nothing against the cold chill, so Two-bit draped his leather jacket over the other boy’s shoulder’s gently, basking in the red flush that came across his cheeks.

“Sooo,” Two-bit began as Steve tiredly leaned against him, “What was that back there? You wanna tell me now?”

He tensed as he waited for Steve response, feeling the boy’s muscles tighten at the question.

“I just... Don’t want Ponyboy getting hurt.” Steve said softly.

Two-bit considered prying, after all, Steve had threatened Sylvia when he thought she was attempting to harass Johnny (a mistake that left Steve terrified of the girl), but the way Steve’s body went taut and he bit down into his lips made Two-bit’s heart break a little. Even if it meant getting into the root of the problem, he didn’t want his friend to be hurting like that.

The silence grew from tense to comfortable as the pair leaned against each other, no words needing to be spoken. When Two-bit was about to ask if they should start looking for the others, he heard the gentle sound of snoring from Steve.

Two-bit woke him up, of course, but not before pressing a tiny kiss to his cloud of dark hair.

[sparkleofpizza]

My oh my - Jason Todd x reader

A/n: Hey guys, this is the first time I am writing for Jason. Every time I listen to My oh my by Camilla Cabello I can’t help but imagine a story about him, so I just had to do it. Also, there is a part in here that I got inspired from Gilmore Girls because I am team Logan and I wish they ended up together.

Requested: no

Warnings: swearing, song inspired

Summary: They say he likes a good time, he comes alive at midnight, my mama doesn’t trust him, he’s only here for one thing, but so am I 

Word count: 3.2k

It was very cold for a Spring night, even for Gotham. The moon was a full circle displaying in the sky, shining so bright, the streets wouldn’t even night lamps for you to know what’s in front of you - of course that wasn’t enough for a city like this. 

You heaved a sight, surprise white smoke didn’t come out of your mouth. You felt as if your bones were freezing, hands stuffed under your arm pits as you were crossing them, trying to provide some warmth. God, why did you agree to go out on a night like this?

When your best friend and roommate Ari, called you earlier that day to declare you were going  out, you were very very tempted to say no. Then you remembered all of the hard work you put into the last paper for a class at University, and decided that maybe going out with her wouldn’t be such a bad idea. What you didn’t expect was for her to barge into your bedroom an hour before you were supposed to go out, and pick up clothes that provided too little warmth. She said where you were going, this outfit would look nicer than the jeans you had picked. 

A street race wasn’t where you thought you would spend your night. Damn Ari and her crazy ideas. 

She overheard there was going to be a street race near Crime Alley, and that most people from University would be there so she said it would be cool for you two to go too. Well, it did sound a bit cool, if you were being honest. Street race? Sounded something from a movie, and you didn’t have many exciting memories to one day cherish and tell your kids and grandkids, maybe this could be one. If it ended badly, it would be one hell of a story, if it ended ok, then it would still be a cool story. 

But now, there you were, standing alone in a crowd because Ari left to go to the bathroom with another girl from your shared class. You knew you probably should’ve gone together because you don’t ever stay alone in Gotham, specially at night. But hey, these are college people, your college people. Nothing bad would happen, right?

You took a sip from your drink, hoping the alcohol would do that thing where it warms you up and makes you feel fuzzy. 

“Hey, princess. What are you doing here all alone?” 

You turned your head to the side finding none other than Jason Todd. He had a red cup similar to yours in hand, his signature lather jacket, black pants and boots. His hair was that fluffy mess, and he look good as always. 

You met Jason a few weeks ago at the University library, you both reached out for the same book. He said he was waiting for his little brother and was bored so he decided to take on the opportunity of free good books, he wasn’t a college student. And ever since you two kept bumping into each other. 

Your cheeks warmed up at the words that left his lips. Princess. He had been calling you that ever since you two met at the library. You tried to push away the surprised look on your face at seeing him here, it does look like his kind of place. He looks like the kind of guy who enjoys adventures and adrenaline.

“I came here with my friends, but they went to the bathroom.” you said, smiling at him “What about you?” 

“Well… I don’t have a date with me tonight, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

You adverted your eyes to the side, taking a deep breath, totally embarrassed. You didn’t meant it like that.

“Oh, that’s good?” It sounded like a questioned, God you are so awkward 

He smirked at you.

“Glad to know you think it’s good I’m single. I happen to think it is good that you’re single, too.”

You frowned. Was he thinking that just because you didn’t have a date for the night, you weren’t able to have a love life? 

“What makes you think I am single?” You questioned, hoping your frustration didn’t leak into your voice

“I am hoping you are. I mean, if you are dating someone, that person is an asshole for not being here with you tonight, this isn’t one of the nicest places in Gotham.”

You nodded, a small smiling tugging your lips. That was a nice safe, you had to give it to him.

“Is there a nice place in Gotham?” You ironized 

You were born and raised in Metropolis, you were used to big cities and the down side of it, but Gotham? That was another thing completely different. A giant hole in front your high school because Superman and his cute little sidekick Superboy were fighting some bad alien? Ok, you can deal with it. A guy dressed up as a clown who laughs way too hard and torture people for fun while he fights a guy dressed as a bat? That you cannot deal with. 

You didn’t understand why Jason thought what you said was so funny. He laughed, trowing his had back.

“I mean, did Batman just woke up one day and was like hey, what if I dress up as a giant bat and start beating up criminals? What was going trough his head to choose a bat?”

Jason couldn’t believe you were making fun of Bruce without even knowing it. It brightened his day so much, and the fact that you had no idea only made it better. He was going to tell the old man all about it later, so he could laugh even harder.

You smiled as you watched him laugh. He looked so beautiful.

“Are you cold?” He asked once he stopped laughing, he saw goosebumps in your arms 

“Yeah, I forgot to get a jacket before I left my dorm.” You admitted sheepishly 

Jason smiled at you, he had a nice smile. He shrugged off his lather jacket and placed it over your shoulders. It was warm from his body heat, and it smelled incredibly good.

“Thank you.” You smiled at him “But aren’t you going to get cold?”

“I can handle being a little cold, and if it gets too much, we can just hug each other?” He shot up his eyebrows 

You you were sure you looked like a tomato.

Jason smiled at you. He had taken an instant liking at you when he meet you at the library, something about the way you smiled at him saying he could have the book and you would just get it after he was done with it, and how your voice sounded so sweet and your eyes looked at him like he wasn’t bothering you by taking the book you wanted. He was waiting for you to lash out on him when he said he was just wanting for his brother, something like “you don’t even go here and you are trying to get my book?” He was trying to get rid of those bad thoughts, he was used to being pushed aside and treated like he was a pice of shit bothering people on the street. He sometimes, specially after his death, forgot that maybe there was still nice and polite people in Gotham. 

It didn’t take long for him to realize you were a good girl, a good nice girl. He mostly ran into you at the library and at the coffee shop at the campus. You always smile sweetly at him and wave. The first time Tim had caught that action, he stopped in his tracks and stared at Jason like he was an alien and he had just now realized it. You two were completely opposites, and obviously his brother would find it odd that you were waving at Jason Todd. 

And meeting you tonight at a street race? That was not what he was expecting your next meeting to be like. He was there to gather some intel about the gangs that was participating and what Black Mask and the Penguin wanted with them. Finding you here was rather concerning, this didn’t seem to be your element. And it wasn’t, from what he had learned in your brief conversations during your random meet ups. 

“Have you ever been to a street race before?” He asked, voicing a bit of his thoughts 

You shook your head, hoping he wouldn’t find you pathetic “No. I normally don’t do this kind of stuff, I don’t know how Ari managed to convince me to come.”

He smiled “Yeah, this doesn’t seem like your kind of thing. But it is a good thing, I mean, this is kind of dangerous.”

“Oh God.” You muttered under your breath “Dangerous as I could end up in jail or I could end up dead in an alley?” 

He decided not to answer. The first answer was that the GCPD was corrupted and that they wouldn’t really care, the vigilantes in the city did most of the job. That wouldn’t be a good start. And the second answer was that you could end up dead in an alley, and the probably would make you feel a bit scared, and he didn’t want to make you afraid of being there, because he couldn’t exactly say he could and would protect you if something bad happened. You would think he was just trying to show off, when in reality he actually really could. 

“Do you want to get out of here?” Jason asked you after having watched a part of the street race

He, now, had a good idea of why Penguing and Black Mask were interested in those people. He had nothing better left to do, and hey, there you were right by his side even after your friends had returned. You were still taking to him, and using his jacket.

You thought for a moment before nodding your head. You told Ari you were heading out with Jason, and she gave you a knowing look before asking you to text her when you got back to the dorm. 

You walked between the crowd of people with Jason right in front of you. At some point, he reached out for your hand and kept holding it, guiding you to God knows where. You had no idea why you agreed to this, you barely know him and you knew enough bad stories to know you shouldn’t be leaving with him. But he was so nice with you all of the times you talked, and he was soooo good looking. 

You stopped in front of a motorcycle. He pulled the keys out of his jeans’s pocket and smile at you, handing you the helmet and climbing on top of his bike. 

“My dad always told me to never ride a bike with a boy.” You smiled at him, playing with the helmet in your hands 

Right now, Jason thought you looked breath taking, and all he wanted to do was kiss you. He wasn’t surprised at all by his thoughts as he had thought them before and before. What surprised him was the flirtatious tone on your voice, he couldn’t help but feel more attracted than before. You were polar opposites, and that was everything he needed in his life ever since he came back, someone to help him maintain balance.

“So what are you going to do, princess?” He questioned in a hushed tone

“Tonight I don’t want to be the girl that does what her parents says.” 

And then you had placed the helmet on your head, and climbed on top of the bike, right behind him. You could feel Jason’s warmth, you were so close to him, and that cologne smell? You could stay like this, having your chest pressed agains his back.

“Then I suggest you hold on tight.” 

He sped up, making you giggle in his ear as your arms wrapped around his body. 

After spending most of the rest of the night together, around 4 am, Jason walked you to your dorm. You were still wearing his jacket, and you definitely didn’t want to take it off. 

You had went out to get some food after driving around for a while, and spend most of the time sitting at a booth on a fast food, eating fries and sipping on milkshakes. He was a great company, and you enjoyed the way you could talk about a lot of things and never seem to run out of things to say. 

You leaned on your doorstep, staring up at him with a small smile tugging on your lips.

“Thank you for tonight. I had a really good time.”

“Me too.” He smiled back at you “What do I have to do get to spend more nights like this with you?”

A devious smile took place in your face, you had no idea where de boldness came from, but the words flew out of your mouth before you could even properly think about what you were doing.

“If you kiss me, I might let it happen.”

And Jason didn’t wait a second to comply. His hands cupped your cheeks, bringing your face closer until your lips met. You stood on your tiptoes, meeting him halfway there since he was so tall. Arms wrapped around his neck, enjoining the warm feeling that spread on your stomach. 

You pulled apart when air became necessary. You smile at him, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“Goodnight, Jason.” You said, unlocking your door

“Goodnight, y/n.” He watched you walk into your dorm and stayed still until he listened to your door being locked again, just to make sure you were being safe 

You felt as if you were walking on clouds. You couldn’t believe you had just said, what you had just did, what had happened tonight. It all seemed like it was part of some movie. 

“You’re only arriving right now?” Ari groaned from the couch, making you jump in scare since you didn’t see her there “I was worried you didn’t text.”

“Sorry. I thought you would be out longer than me.” You pulled off your shoes “Did you have fun at the race after I left?”

“If I had fun?” She sat up on the couch “Did you have fun? I want to know all about your night with Jason Todd!”

You giggled, not quite believing it just yet. You sat on the arm chair, feeling your back muscle relax against the comfortable cushion, bikes don’t really provide back support and that kind of made your muscles sore. You wrapped his jacket tighter around your body.

“It was really nice, he is a nice guy.”

Ari smiled at you, asking you to keep talking, so you ended up telling her everything about your night with him. Usually, this was the other way around, she would tell you about her dates and what they did, if it was good or not. You are the single friend, always the single friend, this was a good change of scenario.

“I’m really happy for you.” She said “But I just want you to be careful, he has kind of a bad reputation around campus, and he doesn’t even go here. They say he likes to have a good time, just it.”

You nodded your head, understanding where she was coming from. But you wanted to have a good time too, so…

“I don’t think it’s a good idea you hanging around this Jason guy.” Your sister said on the other end of the line “Mom doesn’t like him.”

You rolled your eyes. You once, accidentally, slipped out that you have been hanging out with Jason when your mom called and you were getting ready to go out. She had asked you why you were wearing pants if it was so close to summer which meant it was hot, and you said and regret because it is uncomfortable to wear a skirt while riding a bike. Now, Jason was the bad guy.

“She doesn’t even know him.” You protested 

“Yeah, and I don’t think she wants to.”

Well, if she keeps up this atitude about him then you don’t think you want her to either. 

You heard knocking coming from your window, making you frown. You pulled your curtain away, seeing Jason standing on the other side of the glass, a small smile tugging at his lips, hands stuffed inside his jacket’s pockets, and hair pushed back in that way he knew you liked it.

“I have to go. There is someone knocking at the door.” 

“At midnight?” Your little sister asked 

“It’s Ari, she forgot her keys.” You lied, Ari was in her room fast asleep after having stayed up until 5 am doing a research paper “Bye.”

You ended the call, tossing your phone on the bed and opening up the window. 

“Hey.” you said

“Hey.”

“Can I come in?” He asked in a low voice, probably not to get notice by anyone 

“Sure.” You stepped back, watching him climb your window 

“This always looked cooler in the movies.” He chuckled 

You smiled at him when he got closer “I think you climbed the window very gracefully.”

Jason smiled at you, pulling you into him, enjoining your warmth and the calmness you brought him.

“So…” you looked at him “What are you doing here at midnight on a Friday? Well, Saturday.” 

“I didn’t like the idea that we couldn’t spend this Friday together, it is kind of our day.” You try not to get the wrong idea by what he said, but it was true, you always hung out on Fridays, always coming up with different things to do, weather it was the movies, dinner, or reading books together “I knew you’d still be up so I decided to pay you a visit.”

“Thank you, I enjoyed the surprise.”

He leaned down, connecting your lips in a sweet kiss. You hummed in approval, sliding your hands over his chest until his jacket had fallen on the bedroom floor. When you pulled apart, you stared wide eyed innocently at him, just now catching up to the fact that you had pulled a move on doing something more by sliding his jacket off of him.

“Do you want me to go?” He asked, stroking your cheek 

You leaned in and kissed him again. Pulling him closer to you.

“Y/n, do you want me to go?” He asked one more time, against your lips 

“No. I want you to stay.”

Jason kissed you again, you walked backwards, falling on the bed with him on top of you. 

This was all you have been wanting for a while. Right now you didn't really care about all you have been hearing about Jason - ever since people found out you have been hanging out, they would come to you to say how he was just simply looking for fun, apparently he only ever showed up at the University when he either was there to pick up his brother, or he wanted to know about some party, or get together or whatever. But the Jason you got to know, he actually made plans with you outside of it, he didn't want to spend time with you just at a party you randomly met up, he wanted to talk to you, and take you to the movies. 

People like to talk too much, but you weren't going to let his bad reputation come in the way of allowing you to have a good time. In a long time, you had met a boy who seemed to worth it spending your time with, and he always made sure you were enjoining your time with him.

You knew there was also the part that your mom didn't like him, all your life she always told you to never trust guys like him. But you have been doing the right thing all your life, always being the good girl who did the good thing and never got into trouble. Tonight, when you were with him, you didn't want to be her. Wasn't this what part of what college experience was like? Doing things you'd regret? 

In the end, you knew you'd never regret having done any of this with him. 

[reaction2whatever]

Agents of SHIELD S1E9-S1E12

Must admit it is fun to binge a show. That feeling of knowing there are seven seasons and there is no need to wait a whole week for one episode.

Agents of SHIELD S1E9

-I am still shocked about seeing Ward and May sleeping together

-I mean they kinda make sense but not really

-I wish my boss is as nice and kind as Coulson

-Particle acceleration makes me think of the flash somehow. Isn't that how everyone got powers in that show?

-Skye calling May and Ward "warm and fuzzy" will never not be funny to me

-FitzSimmons pranking Skye with that cavalry story is sooo hilarious help. How can you actually believe that May beat more than 100 fully armed soldiers on a horseback Skye? please just think about it for a second lmao. The image of May on a horse is just gold

-So May rescued 20 men huh. That's still VERY impressive

-Surprising that it took them 9 episodes to crush the plane lol. Thought it would be quicker than this with all those missions

-Skye is the only one who bothered to learn about the girl's life huh.

-When Skye was talking about nuns in the orphanage I feel for her

-The evil spirit is a doctor in Grey's anatomy lol and now I don't see him as threatening

-Fitz's prank legit made me jump too

-This man just kept on bringing misery to this girl's life with his crush honestly couldn't you just ask her out or something smh

-I feel like May's background is more interesting than what happened in this episode with dimension jumping psycho

-Skye putting the blanket on the girl is so cute. Homegirl got a harsh orphan/homeless life but still managed to be so kind and caring like honestly who wouldn't want a friend like Skye

-Skye sitting next to May is soooo cute too

-I need more Skye+May bonding session

-What happened to May in that mission? Will Skye ever be able to find her parents? I need questions to get answered like now

Agents of SHIELD S1E10

-Skye looked so hopeful when she was talking about someone who could be her mom. She cute

-I wonder if this May Ward thing will ever get more serious than just sex

-Is Fitz jealous of Mike when Simmons was taking measurements of him? mmm I wonder if FitzSimmons will become a couple.

-Is it wrong of me if I ship Mike and Skye?

-I ship a lot of people with Skye tbh

-I hope Mike doesn't die at the end of this episode

-The close shot of that guy's busted eye is so creepy

-finally some connections between episodes. The eye thing and the centipede thing is the same big bad thing huh ok i can accept that

-I feel like shield should upgrade their protection program like how is it this easy for flower dress girl to kidnap a supersoldier's kid

-Shouldn't this kid be specially protected or something

-I don't blame Mike for handing over Coulson. He's protecting his son

-I'm not worried about Coulson though, no way he's gonna die. lol

-No matter the suspense I'm not worried lmao

-oh fuck no not mike

-See, I had a feeling Mike's gonna die at the beginning, and now here we are

-Annnd Ward is shot

-I don't think Ward and Coulson will die like there is no way

-Poor Mike though, I'm not sure

Agents of SHIELD S1E11

-I know Agent Hand is supposed to be bad or whatever but I dig her style

-I like her red hair lol and I think she's attractive

-The team letting Skye slip away is very very cute

-There has to be a reason why May is making Skye leave the plane... right?

-Is it really that easy to steal a car like Skye did?

-When Skye said "Agent Melinda May with SHIELD" with that leather jacket lololol i'm not gonna be over it in a while

-Skye is so gorgeous/cool in leather jacket

-Huh! May wanted Skye out of the system! Thank god

-So Skye's training has gotten to a point where she can take down two policemen! That's progress! I'm so proud of her!

-I know I really should be paying attention to the whole thing of Coulson coming back to life but why don't I care...

-There is no plausible reason for any person to come back to life from the dead in any story that's just my opinion. At least I'm not interested because none of the reasons make sense lol

-I like Coulson's actor tho, his performance was pretty good

-Simmons is such a horrible liar lmao she's so cute

-So Simmons and Skye have a safeword manscaping??? That is hilarious

-May is such a queen! she played Hand without a regret lol

-This town is creepy af

-Skye punching flower dress girl is sooo satisfying

-Coulson taking off Skye's bracelet is a touching moment

-I don't really want anything romantic to happen between Coulson and Skye. Coulson is more like a father figure to Skye? Maybe?

-fuck no Mike is not dead. It's worse. He's working for evil now with that eye thing.

-okay now I'm more invested than before

Agents of SHIELD S1E12

-I kinda would want a shield sweater lol

-FitzSimmons centered episode at the academy? yes please

-oh wow May and Coulson are investigating Skye's past huh I knew May cares more than she shows

-oh no I wish FitzSimmons' presentation wasn't interrupted I'd love to hear the whole thing

-But I guess seeing FitzSimmons cooperate like this in the field is also very impressive

-Look at these two girls they are sooo precious UwU I had to screenshot it

-Skye and Simmons are both so good looking and so adorable

-ughh I love women

-wtf Skye is 084???????

-I don't know if the writer will tie up this loose end properly I hope they are prepared for this bombshell information

-Foster system was compelled to move Skye around every few months huh no wonder Skye was rejected by so many homes

-I mean yeah I get it they are protecting her but still, man, that kind of life is harsh for a kid who had no clue what's happening

-kid Skye must have thought she was unwanted

-Just thinking about how Skye never had stability in her childhood life makes me sad

-"Wherever she goes, death follows" damn that's some powerful description. Can't a girl just exist in peace? poor Skye

-Oh Fitz you shouldn't have helped him.

-Fitz is too innocent I hate to see others use him like this

-ughh I don't like Quinn. He's obviously not gonna pick them up

-Good on Coulson for telling Skye the truth, I thought he'd hide the truth for longer

-Why is Skye still so insanely beautiful when she cries?

-So Skye knows that she's an 084 now

-The way the bus flew into the eye of the storm is just lolol.

-It's more realistic that they crush a plane every episode

-I don't think Skye's parent story ends here I could be wrong but mmm doesn't feel like it

-This ice boy will return too huh

-So Quinn is working for this Clairvoyant

-just why would he tell Coulson that lol it doesn't make sense

-If I ever work for super evil boss I'd never just tell law enforcement: "btw I work for super evil bad guy"

[seodami]

Freezing cold | WJH

GIF is from @gotseventeens :)

Genre: FLUFF and a slightly slightly tiny bit suggestive (but not really tho), camping

Warning: none (except kissing and cuddling haha)

Word count: 2477

Pairing: idol!Wen Junhui x reader

Note: Soooo I actually wanted to post this in autumn but well now it’s winter haha. I really loved the TTT episode of going seventeen when they were camping so here is my camping seventeen imagine. Jun is such a cutie OKAY!!!! Also all the mentioned names who are not seventeen, are either their real friends (from research in the internet) or fictional names. I don’t know any of their relationships of course so it’s all just for fun :) I hope you keep that in mind. Enjoy!

It was cold. Freezing cold. One breath and a whole train of clouds was coming out of your mouth. It was already early December so the weather was quite reasonable. Either way you preferred staying inside cuddling your boyfriend wrapped in a cozy blanket while hearing his friends bicker about what movie to watch next.

But here you were, in the middle of trying to lit a bonfire with just two sticks since no one thought about bringing a lighter. What clever friends you had. However since it was Joshuas early birthday gift, you just had to embrace the cold creeping up your spine. He stated he really wanted to go camping again in one of the vlives he did, so all the boys could think about, was fulfilling his wish and planned a whole camping trip into the woods. It was a very sweet idea and you even helped gathering some stuff you may needed like blankets and pillows. Just no lighter.

You honestly had no idea where you exactly were. You may or may not have been fallen asleep on Jun’s shoulder and waken up just when you arrived at the destination. Jun had tickled your belly playfully, knowing exactly that this was your weak spot. Let’s just say it would have been a more pleasant way to wake up with soft kisses on your cheek. But Jun is Jun and that’s why you love him so much.

You let out an annoyed huff and fell back on your butt after trying for almost half an hour now to lit that fire. But nothing. “It will never work. Maybe we should just drive to the next convenience store and buy a lighter.” you mumbled over your shoulder, trying to reach just anyone with your words. Your hands were freezing cold by now and all you wanted to do was having some warmth at least.

“I know, I feel like we are back in Stone Age. Come on it’s the 21st century.” Youngmi, Seungcheols girlfriend of two years, sat down next to you, offering you a hot pack, as if she knew your hands were dying. “Thank you.” You muttered with a smile in her direction. “Where are the boys anyway? It’s like half of them disappeared.” You stated, taking a look around.

There were only a few of the dozen people, who tagged along nearby. Seungkwan, Eunbi and Wonwoo were currently still picking things up from the car. Sojung, Jeonghans girlfriend, Jihoon and Bree, Joshuas girlfriend were still trying to set the tents up, even though they already had about two finished. You made a mental note to help them later on. The warmth in your hands were more than comforting for the moment.

You watched Minghao and Minhi, his girlfriend, hanging up a hammock together while laughing. “I don’t know exactly. I think Cheolie said something about collecting more wood for the bonfire with a few others.” Youngmi said with a small grin. With a small nod you wrapped the big Jacket around you a bit tighter.

It was one of Juns padded jackets, you stole out of his wardrobe this morning. It still smelled like him, making your heart feel warmer than before. When he saw you with his coat reaching your feet all he did was pulling you in a bone crushing hug, calling you his caterpillar. Jun really had a fascination but so charming side to him, you fell deeper and deeper in love with him every day. Even after over one and a half years of dating, he never failed to make you feel loved and special. You knew it since day one. He was your one. And you were his one.

“I have absolutely NO idea where Jun is though. Maybe I should have paid more attention on him than this fire.” You chuckled, holding the hot pack against your cold and pink cheeks. Youngmi just shook her head laughing. “Oh don’t worry, the boys hopefully can take care of themselves.” She added playfully, leaving you giggle.

And just as you wanted to keep trying to rub the sticks together, you felt a hug from behind you while your boyfriends significant scent immediately hit you. “Baobeii I’m baackk. Have you missed me? I bet you did.” With his loud voice right next to your ear, you rolled your eyes giggling. “You bet I did. Where did you even go? The fire won’t lit and my hands are freezing cold.” You whined hearing Youngmi next to you giggle.

Jun took both of your hands in his and kissed them from over your shoulder. A warm rush went up your spine while you were trying to hide your smile. “Better?” He asked you intoxicatingly sweet to which you could just nod. “I was driving to the convenience store with Jeonghan, Josh and Seokmin like I told you. We bought a lot of things.” He told you with a chuckling tone.

With a surprised face you turned around in his arms to look at his beautiful face. “You were at the convenience store? I had no idea.” You mumbled leaning in his touch. He nodded laughing, pulling you closer. “Yeah I told you.”

You mumbled a sorry into his chest, making the boy feel all fuzzy inside. “I bought a surprise...” he remembered why they were there in the first line. He pulled out a lighter from his pocket. You let out an excited squeal, never have been more happy to have a lighter in your life before. You took the lighter from Juns hand, cupping his cheeks and pressing a fat kiss onto his cheeks. He let out one of his adorable giggles, leaning into your touch.

“Thank you Baobei! That’s exactly what we needed, right Youngmi?” You turned to the older girl besides you, her watching the couple in awe with a smile. She nodded with enthusiasm. “Exactly. Thanks Jun.”

While the three of you, now with more hope, tried to start a fire with Jun still cuddled next to you, you noticed the group from the forest coming back with tons of woods loaded in their arms. Seungcheol was already whining over the cold before you could even see them.

They all made a huge pile next to a tree and loaded some of the wood into the bonfire, which was actually starting to work. And after a while, you and Jun finally succeeded in lighting the fire. The warmth was so alluring, you almost didn’t want to move at all.

By now, it was already dark as the winter evenings could be. A few stars started to appear over the camping area behind the tall trees. Some of the taller guys hang up some fairy lights, dunking the whole place in a beautiful orange and yellow warm light. Around the bonfire, blankets and pillows made the earthy ground look way more comforting. The tents hidden behind the trees were all built and filled with sleeping bags and other comfy sleeping utensils.

When you thought their bickering over movies was bad, you clearly haven’t seen them deciding in which tents they would sleep. Clearly no one really wanted to share a tent with 7 other people. Or be with a couple alone (that specific comment coming from Chan and Jihoon, who both had to share one anyways with at least one cuddling couple. You sent Jun out there for a Rock Paper Scissors game to win your lucky place in one of the smaller tents.

In the end you were together in a tent with Jun, Youngmi and Seungcheol, which you definitely found quite pleasant compared to the big tent, which Vernon, Kino, Wonwoo, Hoshi,Yua (Hoshis long time best friend and since the latest events also girlfriend), Eunbi, Seungkwan and Chan had to share.

Jihoon on the other hand had to share a tent with Minhi and Minghao, about what he definitely wasn’t too happy about. “At least still better than being alone with Jun and Y/N” he said sighting, making everyone die from laughing too much. You on the other hand just stood there dumbfounded looking up to your boyfriend, who seemed to be just as flustered as you were. “Oh shut it, we’re not that bad.” You pouted intertwining your arm with Jun’s. “Suuree” Seungkwan laughed hugging Vernon from behind.

As the tents were all assigned, the atmosphere was just so beautiful and comforting. Some were laying in their tents just talking or even napping, others were sitting and laying around the warming bonfire, eating s’mores or bread. The soft crackling of the fire was mixed with quiet chatting and laughing. The smell of sweet marshmallows and Juns scent floated around you. You felt like home. It was so cosy and snuggly. Just so warm.

You were laying down with your head in Juns lap. His hand occasionally stroking through your hair while also feeding you with his newly made s’more creations mixed with the sweet potato he was eating. He swore you it was delicious even though you didn’t want to believe him at first. However after trying you were actually pleasantly surprised at the taste. It wasn’t bad at all.

Joshua was playing the guitar laughing occasionally at Bree’s stories. Wonwoo and Minghao were reading books while Jeonghan and Sojung were sleeping deeply besides you. Peaceful was the only word that came to your mind. Everything was so peaceful.

Suddenly you felt a pair of lips against the corner of your cheek and then on the corner of your lips. You chuckled looking up to your boyfriend. He had a pout on his face, making him look more than adorable. “Can I have a kiss, Baobei?” He asked you. Without saying anything more, you pulled his head down to yours, so that your lips could touch properly this time. Your hand in his neck played with his hair in the back, gently tugging on it.

You loved kissing Jun. You just loved it. For you it was a sign of pure love. It was your way of showing him what you feel for him and you knew he loved the feeling of your lips on his just as much as you did. Sometimes you were just crazy for each other and couldn’t stop showing your love. And sometimes others were tired of watching you two make out in the most random situations but you couldn’t care less. He was the love of your life.

“Oh no, Jun and Y/N are back at it again.” Seungkwan joked as he noticed your faces melted together. Jun just laughed in between your many kisses. Eunbi, one of his close friends he invited, gave him a light punch on his shoulder, which he dramatically held as if he was hurt. “Oh stop. It’s cute. You’re just jealous.” Eunhee, who sat next to Eunbi wrapped in a blanket laughed. “Are you, Seungkwan?” Seungcheol teased him making kissy faces. Oh, they all already had way too much Soju intus.

Seungkwan rolled his eyes playfully, giving Eunbi a shove as well in her side. “Yeaah I’m especially jealous when I hear them being ‘active’ at 3 am, when the whole house wants to sleep, trust me.” Said boy joked sarcastically, watching you and Jun break out in laughter.

“Hey that’s not funny. You can laugh. We all try to sleep.” He kept arguing. “That’s true...that’s true...” Chan smiled through the pain, earning a sympathetic smile from his Hyung before all laughing again. Yes. Definitely too much Soju.

As the evening slowly slipped into night, more and more of the big group decided to make their way to the tents to sleep. Just by looking at Juns face in your lap, you can tell he was on the brick of falling asleep. His thick eyelids screamed for sleep after the long eventful day and the more his eyelids fluttered shut, even if he tried his best to stay awake, you knew it was time for him to sleep.

At this time only Seungcheol, Youngmi, Vernon, Kino, Eunbi, Eunwoo, Chan, Wonwoo, Hoshi and Yua were still awake, chatting quietly over the dampened crackling of the fire, which by now had shrunken a bit in size.

With one hand you gently stroked Juns hair out of his forehead and eyes, while pressing a soft kiss onto the corner of his lips. “Baobei...you want to sleep? We can go in the tent.” You suggested quietly, watching his eyes flutter open once again with much effort. You smiled with your heart blooming full of love. How could you love him so much? You don’t know. But it was the best feeling in the world.

He nodded sleepily, his hands searching for yours. You intertwined your hands together, helping him up to head towards your tent after biding good nights to the rest.

Jun was especially clingy when he was tired. He hung onto your back, nearly tripping over his own feet. You guided him into your tent, besides your own tired state and made yourself bed ready. The air got colder and colder as you went further away from the warming fire. Under your jacket, you wore two of Juns hoodies since they were big enough on you to layer them, plus they smelled like Jun, which was just another pro. You helped your boyfriend to wear another layer of fabric since he would be sick or even dead in the morning if he wouldn’t. The more layers you wore, the warmer it got, but it was still freezing.

Jun’s arms sneaked around you once again. He could hear your teeth clattering against each other. “Are you cold, Baobei?” He asked quietly to which you nodded against his chest, gripping the material of his hoodie behind his jacket. “Come here. We’ll just share a sleeping bag. It’s warmer.” He mumbled drowsily, making some space inside his preheated sleeping bag.

Without second thought, you climbed inside, still clinging onto him and his comforting body warmth. A sigh left your lips, your cheeks pressed against his. “So much better.” You whispered making him giggle.

“I love you.” He stated quietly, making goosebumps appear on your skin. You were pretty sure it was Juns tired voice and not the cold. “I love you” you replied with just as much feeling. You couldn’t see much so you tiredly tried to make out his lips by touch. You both giggled once your cold fingers found his soft lips. You pressed a sloppy kiss onto his lips before laying your cheek against his again.

And after that it didn’t took long for the both of you to fall asleep in the ice cold tent. It may have been a freezing cold December night but for you and Jun, it felt like the warmest summer morning. You just loved this man that much.

[six-of-woes]

The Clown and the Potato Sack (Aerin x MC) Chapter 2

Chapter 2/?: A Sudden Interest in Floriculture

Paring: Aerin Valleros x F!MC

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24533863

Previous Chapter: https://hi-im-a-salty-human-being.tumblr.com/post/619969185697710080/the-clown-and-the-potato-sack-aerin-valleros-x#notes

Summary: Now with the Dreadlord defeated and her friends out of Whitetower, Cassia Nightbloom, is bored. Extremely bored. She wants to do literally anything, but she doesn’t know what. Her solution? Try to get some answers from a certain corrupt prince. Unfortunately, that leads to a wacky yet angsty adventure involving a potato sack, a wooden spoon, and A LOT of clowning around. At least she’s doing something…right?

Author’s Note: Soooo...I wrote another chapter. It’s shorter...but that’s beacsue there’s gonna be more chapters...So you have that to look forward to. Idk how to know when people want to be tagged unless the specifically tell me because I have the social awareness of a turtle...so... if you wannt be tagged...let me know in the notes...

Tags: @what-do-you-mean-theyre-evil @theclowneryqueen@findmeafterlife @0oi-io0 @thatgirlbuhle @mirabelle-choices@souhmhey @king-erzsebet @vlastomilsworm @diamonds-and-decorum @xsweetnspookyx @ernest-harrington @walkerswhiskeygirl @gela-mndz

~~~

“I have time.”

Aerin swallowed hard and took a seat across from Cassia. “Are you sure?”

Cassia continued to frown, but nodded. “Everyone else left town a few hours ago and this is the most dangerous things can get right now.”

“Are you really that bored?” He asked, starting to fiddle with his potato-sack-tunic.

“I’m bored and I want answers,” she spoke firmly, trying not to let her emotions out. Why was she doing that anyway? Aerin couldn’t do anything to her if he saw that she was weak, right? Other than get in my head. So yeah. Cassia wasn’t gonna look sad. Not that she was. Well...she was sad. But that was because her friends had just left town. Not because of Aerin. Duh...right?

Aerin shook his head. “Fine, but don’t act surprised when the answer is just corruption.”

“Just tell me what happened, Aerin,” Cassia said, biting her lower lip. 

A few seconds of silence passed before anyone said anything. The longer Cassia stared into his dark, corrupt, eyes, the more the whole situation set in. This was the real Aerin. The prince she met in the Deadwood was just a facade.

Aerin sighed and shook his head. “Alright, fine, but I’m only doing this to get you out of here.”

“That’s fine. All I need are some answers,” Cassia said, crossing her legs. “It’s not like I want to be down here much more than you do.” She shivered and pulled her cloak tighter around her shoulders.

“Okay,” he breathed. “It happened when I was really young, maybe two or three. I don’t remember the full details of what happened, but it ended with my chambers trashed, my storybooks torn to pieces, and my nose bloodied. I tried to tell my parents but…they refused to believe that their “perfect little future king” could cause such destruction.” Aerin let out a dry laugh and looked at the mossy brick wall. “They actually tried to accuse me of doing it myself for attention…Attention that neither of them ever gave me.”

About a minute of silence passed by again. Aerin continued to look at the wall, but Cassia could see the emptiness in his expression. There wasn’t any sadness, but there wasn’t any anger either. He just…stared.

“Soooo…How did you get corrupted?”

Aerin looked back at Cassia and sighed. “The details are fuzzy…but I remember running off to somewhere in the castle to be alone…that’s when Erthax found me. I don’t know or remember how, but he told me that if I helped him, there would be a day where I’d never have to be hurt by Baldur again.” He looked down. “I’m quite sure you can guess what happened next.”

He was three. Cassia thought. A child. A pawn.

“Can you leave me alone now?”

Cassia shook her head. “Not until the other two guards get here. You’re not supposed to be left alone.”

The grown that Aerin let out could probably be heard from Flotilla. Or the shadow realm. Or both. Probably both. Aerin was a bit of a drama queen.

“You think I want to be here? Because I don’t. “

“But—didn’t you—aren’t you—for a reason—what?”

Cassia crossed her arms and shook her head. “Just because I wanted answers doesn’t mean I want to spend an extended amount of time in this cold, damp, mossy dungeon. It’s freezing.

Aerin scoffed. “Oh, poor you. You’ve had to stay down here for what—thirty minutes? I can’t even fathom that. I’m only down here for, oh, I don’t know—the rest of my life!”

The pair spent the net few minutes glaring at each other. Anger and frustration began welling up in Cassia’s chest the longer she gazed into his eyes, the eyes that she couldn’t believe were Aerin’s, the eyes that weren’t the ones she saw at the lake. They couldn’t be. They didn’t have the same life in them. That Aerin was hopeful. This Aerin was a bitch.

Cassia sighed and laid down on her back. She ignored the puddle she was laying in, even as the water soaked through her clothes. Truly, what could she do now? She got what she could out of Aerin. That was the last interesting thing she could think of.

Fifteen minutes passed, and there was still no sign of the guards. Fifteen minutes passed, and Cassia’s eyelids grew heavy. Fifteen minutes passed, and Aerin stared blankly at his prison.

Drip. Drip. Drip. Cassia gazed at the ceiling, watching the droplets of water fall all around her. And on her. There was a reason that puddle she was laying in was where it was.

As much as she didn’t want them to, Cassia let her thoughts drift back to the lake again. The unicorn still bothered her, but, she knew that with Aerin in this bad a mood, she wasn’t going to get that answer any time soon. She thought about when it was just them, sitting on the edge of the lake. When they splashed each other, when they just talked. How pretty those flowers looked in the moonlight…

The lake…those flowers…

Cassia sprung to her feet. “THE MOONBLOOMS!”

“GAH!” Aerin screeched, falling back at Cassia’s sudden shout. He held a hand up to his head and glared at Cassia. “What the hells are you going on about?”

“Oh gods,” Cassia breathed, starting to bounce from foot to foot. “That’s the cure!”

“For what?” Aerin snapped. “Corruption?”

“No!” She yelped. “My boredom!” Cassia let a beat pass by. “…Okay, maybe to cure your corruption too.”

“Psh,” Aerin scoffed, turning his back to Cassia. “What makes you think I want to be cured, huh? I have a revenge plan to form. I don’t have time to not be corrupted.”

Cassia snorted. “Of course you don’t want to be not corrupted. You’re corrupted!” She made a mad dash to the exit. “I’ll be back! I have a plan!”

Aerin turned back around and grasped onto the bars of his cell. “No! Wait! I don’t consent to this plan!”

“Too late!”

~~~

“Soooo…You gonna tell me why you have an interest in magical floriculture all of a sudden?”

Cassia didn’t look up from her book. “I’m bored, Kade. I’m bored and I want to learn about flowers. Must you judge me for such an innocent hobby?”

The morning light bathed Cassia’s spot in the library in light, creating a warm blanket around her. Cassia’s book was one on magical flowers(unsurprisingly) and their properties. So far, there was nothing on moonblooms.

“You know the fact that you’re calling your hobby “innocent” makes me even more suspicious, right?” Kade picked a random book off one of the shelves and sat down on the floor in front of the chair Cassia was sitting in.

“Well, I never questioned your tiny chair collection,” she muttered, thumbing through the pages. 

Kade shrugged and started reading his own book. “Alright, you got me there.”

Cassia smirked. “Thanks. I’ll be sure to update you when I get out of trouble.”

“What could you possibly be doing with flowers that could get you into trouble?” Kade scratched his head. “Wait…never mind. You can get into trouble for anything.”

“Damn right I can.”

As Cassia continued to skim her book, she smiled at all the memories she had of getting in trouble with Kade. It was a simpler time…when the most danger she could get in was by trying to steal a pie, not…you know…having to venture into the equivalent of hell to make sure her best friend wasn’t used as a vessel for an ancient beast to try and take over the world.

Eventually, Cassia came across the page she was looking for.

Moonblooms: Only Known Cure for Corruption

Cassia’s heartbeat quickened as she read the title. Alright, this is it. What do we gotta do to cure Aerin’s corruption our boredom? 

Moonblooms used to be used by the Elven Empire to cure any forms of corruption. Unfortunately, just before the Shadow Court revolted, they made an effort to destroy as many moonblooms as possible. Within the last few thousand years, there haven’t been any reports of living moonblooms.

However, if you ever find yourself in a situation where you know of a place to get moonblooms, and have some corruption you’d like to cure, here’s what you would need to do:

Soak the petals in a bowl of water for around eight and a half minutes. By then, the water should be a deep plum color, and it should be steaming. Once your concoction is in this state, have your corrupted being drink it. Yes, it may be extremely hot, but it’ll do no lasting harm to the mouth. Once the cure has entered the system, results will be almost immediate, but be warned: all of the shadow being expelled at once will be incredibly painful for the one being cured. The records have people stating that it feels like throwing up knives, as well as stating an appearance of blood. Another side effect of this cure is feelings of extreme remorse, sadness, and joy, all at once.

“Hey, Kade?”

“Hm?”

“Do you wanna help me with something?”

Kade didn’t look up from his book. “Sure.”

“Even if it involves breaking Aerin out of his cell to get him to the Deadwood to cure him of his corruption?”

“Does this happen to have anything to do with you kissing him at some point?”

Cassia scoffed. “N-no! I’m just bored!” She started rolling from her heels to her feet. “I need more adventure! This is the closest I can get to the ordeal we just went through! I’m certainly NOT doing this because I have a history with him.”

Kade looked up from his book and raised an eyebrow.

“Okay—maybe it has something to do with it,” Cassia mumbled, crossing her arms. “But—that’s not…the only reason why…”

“Sure, Cassia. Whatever you say.” Kade set his book on the floor and grinned. “So…what do you need me to do?”

~~~

“So remind me why we’re stealing sacks of potatoes from the kitchens again?”

Cassia slung another sack over her shoulder. “Because we need to make a convincing decoy.” She watched Kade drop one of the sacks. “Plus they’d probably help us knock out the guards.”

Kade heaved the dropped potato sack over his shoulder. “Right…how are you supposed to get him out of there? Isn’t there a magical shield or something?”

“You’re forgetting I’m a powerful magic-user. I’m sure I can figure out some way to break him out.”

“So what I’m hearing,” Kade said, pushing the kitchen doors open. “Is that you don’t have a plan at all.”

“You wound me, brother,” Cassia said, slinging the potatoes into the wheelbarrow sitting outside. “My plan is to make it up as I go.”

[mousehole5000]

 this is it... the final post.... 226 through THE END!!!!!

this shit with mu qing and the river of lava is SOOOO dramatic im loving it

oh my god theyre on a FUCKING bridge of course they are okay let’s go boys

“You’re right. We’re alike. You think me odd, I think you to be rather weird too.” - so what im getting from this is that xie lian and mu qing are the only characters in this book with working gaydar okay yup got it this checks out

god... the fact that xie lian is ready to be like “look mu qing we can just forget about the past it doesnt matter we dont have to be friends i know you dont like me but im not gonna let you die over it” and then mu qing is like “.... god i really do admire you huh”

“You...certainly...are rather amazing. You’re...also...a better person...than me. Long story short, I...very much wanted...to become your f-f-friend.”  - going to think about this for the rest of all time im about to become utterly unintelligible im overcome with emotions

“And, at the end of the white silk band, Feng Xin was gripping Ruoye with one hand while the other was holding on to a steel-faced Mu Qing, and he shouted towards him.” - the fucking IMAGE of this im gonna cry this is everything i could have asked for im so happy also mu qing dangling there like “ welp. guess ill live“

“Feng Xin was almost burnt by that pillar of fire, and he shouted in outrage. “WHAT’S WITH THIS BAND OF DOG SHITS, ATTACKING PEOPLE WHILE THEY’RE DOWN, SO VILE! FUCK YOUR ENTIRE FAMILY!” Xie Lian responded, “IF THEIR ENTIRE FAMILIES ALL LOOK LIKE THAT, YOU SURE YOU WANT TO FUCK THEM??” - theyre so funny!!! and theyre best friends!!! theyre joking together now in the middle of all this i could cry theyre back!!!

“Using sticks as arrows, he held the bow with one hand and used his teeth to bite back the bowstring.” - no clue how practical this is but okay archer boy. hot

i actually have so many little quips between the three of them highlighted but we’d be here all night if i included them all. im literally so delighted by this omg worth the wait

“Each sabre strike slashed to the bone. It wasn’t like Xie Lian had never seen Hua Cheng use the sabre before in the past, but his style had always been easy and leisurely, nonchalant and casual. Rather than say he was handling a weapon, it was more like he was toying with a small knife. Yet those blade marks were filled with killing intent. It was easy to imagine just how skilled the one exchanging blows with him was, and how perilous this battle.” you have no idea how mad i was when i read this and thought we missed witnessing the fight between hc and jw omg

“Behind him, Feng Xin muttered, “Dear fucking god, may all the gods and buddhas grant their blessings, that better absolutely be Crimson Rain Sought Flower, otherwise he’s gonna go mad!” “Stop your rubbish,” Mu Qing berated. “We’re all the gods and buddhas ourselves and we can’t grant shit, just keep up with him! Look at the stumbling way he’s running, he’s gonna trip and fall to his bloody death before he even sees the man!” - okay i know i said no more quips but this is literally too funny i just wanted to read it again

“ However, for whatever reason, that vicious ghost, in its muddled state, took that large group of live mortals under its wing and fled for many days. In the end, they were still surrounded by millions of ghosts, trapped in a dead end, and it was going to be eaten along with those humans.” [...] “That vicious ghost almost made a move against those humans, but for some reason, in the end, it didn’t. It instead used one of its own eyes as the price to forge a blood weapon. That vicious ghost was already forcibly hanging on with its last breath; after digging out its eye it should’ve broken apart completely. Yet somehow something had shocked it, and it instead woke to its senses completely. “ - THIS IS AMAZING ARE YOU KIDDING ME???? IS THIS ALL WE GET ABOUT HIS GHOSTLY LORE?????? HUA CHENGGGGGGGG

“What a terrible offence, his old habit had come out, and he quickly apologized. “I’m sorry! You don’t have to listen to me!” Hua Cheng, however, only smiled happily. “Everything gege tells me is the best advice, so why wouldn’t I listen?” - this isnt the fucking time afjdkfjsdkl they really never stop

“So you can hold the illusion of a perfect Crown Prince of Wuyong to face and dismiss the Jun Wu now. Isn’t that your objective? Did you think I don’t know what you’re thinking?” “THAT’S NOT IT!” Guoshi cried. “Stop getting tied up in right and wrong, victories and defeat, I’VE NEVER THOUGHT THAT WAY BEFORE!” - jun wu only being able to see xie lian as his successor and believing that thats all anyone else sees too... okay

honestly this whole final showdown was a blast i cant put everything in but it was so much fun to read. the DRAMA the LAVA the SHOUTING t

“Hua Cheng had poured too much spiritual power into him. There really was too much, so much that it was completely outside the amount the cursed shackle could withstand.” - okay.... okay... the love you give will set you free... okay....

“With Jun Wu in his grip, he carried both their bodies and forcefully slammed into the incomparably-solid rock wall! He used all of his power in this smash, and in the rumbling and crashing of rocks, he also heard the sound of something breaking.” [...] “A moment later, Jun Wu suddenly asked, “That move. What is it called?” “...” Xie Lian raised his sleeve and wiped away the blood on the side of his face. “Shattering boulders on the chest.” YES!!!!! YES!!!!! xie lian actually lived that life!!!!!! i loved this detail so much

“After a moment of silence, Xie Lian took off the bamboo hat carried on his back, took it in his hand, and covered it over Jun Wu’s face.” - xie lian... good... another detail i love. a hat that protects from the rain, given in a moment of need, even to someone who has caused you hardship... we do not forget the kindness granted to us

“There was gratefulness, there was shame, there was heartache, there was wild joy, but above all else, there was incurable love.” - :pleading: i wish it was just that easy tbh. “i have to tell you about the worst parts of myself” “ive already seen them and i dont care i still love you“ truly the dream

“ It’s been so long since anyone listened to me talk, won’t you stay? Don’t...actually do this. I won’t be able to take it. Twice, it’s been twice already! I really don’t want there to be a third time!!!” - the bit about just wanting someone to listen to him talk... xie lian... :(

emily corpse bride moment.... i knew it had to happen.... butterflies.... death and rebirth.... inevitable

xianle trio bickering about ruoye..... mu qing complaining but not letting anyone else fix it... im so happy

“The Rain Master sat down on the spot, looking like she was going to perform a passing service for her. After all, Xuan Ji was the only one left of the Kingdom of Yushi besides herself.”  - xuan ji you sure the hell were... a character. this little moment tho..... yushi huang... many thoughts

“ Who hasn’t made promises, or swore to the mountains and the seas when they were young? Talking of affection, of love, of forevers. But, the longer I hang around in the world, the more I understand, something like ‘forever’ is impossible. It’s never going to be possible. Having it once was already good enough. No one can truly achieve it. I don’t believe in it anymore.” - jian lan im happy for you bummer it didnt work out with feng xin but yeah that was looooong ago. also this quote me same mood kin but its chill. having it once was already good enough

although yeah tbh if theres anyone who can have a forever like that... it would be a ghost and a god

fasdfjadklfj GOD... pour one out for ling wen.. but is that not the truth of this world? the one can be pardoned for being good at paperwork that no one else wants to do? isnt that the plot of the shawshank redemption?

okay but the fact that all xie lian’s friends come to visit him while he waits for hua cheng is making me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.... fengqing coming together to try to get him out of the house but get scared off by his cooking... amazing

“Last time, they spent eight hundred years running towards each other. This time, it only took an instant to fall into each other’s embrace.” - im completely unaffected by this. im not lying i swear (i am lying im very emotionally affected)

okay i love this final wrap up chapter party its so fun. mu qing moving on from the broom thing!!! good for him!! the beggars get their reward!!! the fun ghost city chefs!! SQX!!!! and he xuan is?? here too??? he’s hungry??? fjadlkfjsdl

“The grounds that Feng Xin and Mu Qing had just swept were once again filthy from that giant crowd of muddy feet. Mu Qing gripped his broom, looking like he felt someone had infected him with fleas, and his eyes were wide.” - me when my dad comes into the kitchen when ive just finished washing dishes i get it king

the little folklore bit... fun!!! oh my god its over..... :(

that was really fun i had a blast reading it and on the whole really liked it i WISH soo badly that hua cheng had gotten more outside of being cunty and devoted even tho those are both important i just wish there was more about like how he got by during those 800 years and like did he ever have doubts? what shaped his worldview was it all xie lian or was it his experience as a mortal as well? why is he so mean to e’ming? theres bits and pieces here and there and i know it was already SO long but that really would have been great if there was more about hc cuz tbh by the end, at least for me, the hualian relationship didnt actually feel as fleshed out as the xianle trio relationship like i still liked hualian’s dynamic and it was really sweet how much they clearly really liked each other and  everything but i kind of wish some of the other subplots had been dropped or diminished in favor of more hc development i think that would have been cool

but anyway thats some of my thoughts and i really did enjoy the hell out of book 5 that was a riot and uhhh thanks to everyone who read these or commented *lends you spiritual energy through a high five*

[borathae]

Hey... about the drabbles? Could you do one where you're supposed to have a first date with one of them but either you or he gets in a minor accident but has to stay at the hospital overnight and the other person is extremely hurt and therefore angry bc their (hard to get) trust was "used to hurt them" but then they find out and it's fluffy? And could you maybe do it with yoongi bc atm I'm so soft for him like 🥺 Thank you, love your work❤ ~procrastinating anon

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff 

Warnings: low self-esteem, self-hatred, heartbreak, descriptions of minor injuries nothing major I promise, so much pain and sadness; but I promise the ending is fluffy and healing

Wordcount: 2k (I’m so bAD AT KEEPING THINGS SHORT jsjsjs)

a/n: I apologize for the total angst fest in the beginning jsjsjsj. This was not how I actually planned it, but I let my feelings flow free soooo I’m sorry? 🤧😂 also lisTEN I relate so muCH I’m so goddamn soft for Yoongi lately, this man owns my heart 🥺😭 I hope you enjoy this cute little drabble and I love youuu!  💜

Today you were supposed to have your first date with a cute guy, who you had been chatting with for quite some time now. Two months and six days to be exact. Min Yoongi was his name. Min Yoongi was currently working as a music producer, he was the proud father of a brown toy poodle named Holly and had a soft spot for holding hands. His hair was dark, almost black with the ends twisted in soft locks. His eyes, the prettiest eyes you had ever seen, made you giddy just thinking about them. Oh how many hours you have spend getting lost in them when you looked through the many selcas he had sent you.

At first you didn’t even want to accept his chat-request, too scared made you the thought of talking to someone again feel. Quite honestly you had terribly bad luck in your relationships – lovers and friends alike – you got cheated on, got used and abandoned when you were no longer of use, got called ‘not lovable’ and worse things you don’t even want to think about anymore. So downloading “the best dating app on earth” – so your best friend called it – was the scariest thing you had done in forever, followed by pressing “accept” on Yoongi’s request to chat and actually answering his dorky but loveable first message.

Yoongi turned out to be the sweetest and most understanding guy – person actually – you had ever talked to. He listened to your worries and told you without a hint of hesitation that he would love it if things would developat a speed you were comfortable with and that you can take as much as time as you needed.

He agreed on your terms to not rush meeting in person, because god that would make you practically have a full-on panic attack. That was the first time you had honestly smiled in a long time, rereading his message over and over again, you weren’t able to believe your luck.

Time passed and with it your trust grew. You were chatting on a daily basis with him by now, wishing him a good morning and waiting excitedly for his good night phone calls at exactly ten twenty every night. You felt totally comfortable with him. You felt safe to be yourself around him, even if it was just through the phone. You felt sexy when you noticed the way his eyes travelled over your features when phones calls weren’t enough anymore and they turned into video calls. You felt loved and you were pretty sure the warm, fuzzy feeling in your chest every time you thought of him was love too.

So when Yoongi asked you if you wanted to meet up in person soon, your heart practically did somersaults in your chest. You had never typed “Yes!” faster in your life and judging by his quick answer neither had he.

The date was settled, two days from now you will meet each other in a little corner café. You couldn’t sleep in excitement, your mind was practically racing with scenarios of your date.

When the time finally came, you spend the entire day getting ready for your date, washing your hair, moisturizing every inch of your skin, picking out the perfect outfit. You showed up an hour earlier than arranged, just so you could mentally prepare yourself for finally seeing him in person. You were so excited.

One hour passed. Half an hour passed. You sent him a quick text asking if he was running late. He went online, typed and went offline before his message was able to reach you.

Two hours had passed since you came here. You quickly send Yoongi another message, asking him if he forgot about today.

Half an hour passed. No answer, no calls, no nothing.

Another thirty minutes pass and here you are still sitting at the corner café and waiting for him.  

Today should have been epic, exciting, remarkable, unforgettable. You were so sure it would bring a smile to your face every time you think about it. How could you be so wrong about that? You trusted him, you believed him when he told you he wouldn’t use you, you ate up his promises of support and comfort without as much as patting your stupid eyelashes.

You call him. It rings once then his voice mail tells you he isn’t available right now. He really rejected your call just like that.

So he just used you. You should blame him and be angry at him, but truth be told you weren’t. You were just hurt, so deeply hurt you have to look down your chest for a moment to see if you were actually bleeding. You honestly feel like you do.

Without any hesitation you block his number, block his social media profiles and delete all of his pictures. And just like that he is out of your life, your ability to trust is ruined for another year and your heart is broken.

Three days pass where your life consists of nothing more than crying yourself awake, forcing yourself to go to work and then continuing where you had left of in the morning when you go to sleep. You would have probably continued your daily routine if an unknown number hadn’t called you on the morning of your fourth day. The caller turns out to be Kim Seokjin, best friend of Yoongi who had stolen your number out of Yoongi’s notebook and who had made it his plan to explain everything.

Yoongi had gotten into an accident on the day of your date. The “idiot” – so Seokjin called him – walked into the busy street and got hit by a car because he was in the midst of typing out a message. He was lucky, nothing major happened. His right shoulder got dislocated and whilst getting thrown across the street he hit his head, resulting in a slight concussion. The entirety of guardian angels must have been with him on that day, so Seokjin said, the doctors told him such an accident results in death or life-changing injuries most of the times.  

As quickly as possible you are the hospital Yoongi is currently recovering at and find yourself standing in front of his room with shaking hands. Would it be awkward between the two of you after everything that had happened? What if you look at him and won’t feel the same warm love you had felt for him before?

A nurse opens the door before you can even knock, eyeing from head to toe before greeting you with a bright smile. It’s now or never. With held breath you enter the small hospital room.

“Yoongi?”you almost whisper, tiptoeing to his bed.

You have to take a deep breath when you finally take a look at him. All the feelings you wanted to push down and forget come rushing back into your heart, overwhelming you. You stumble back, holding onto the footboard of his bed.

He looks just as beautiful as he did through the phone screen, maybe even prettier if you were being honest. Even in his current asleep state he is able to take your breath away.  His eyes are closed, his lips slightly parted as steady breaths make his chest heave up and down. He looks so peaceful and calm, despite the white bandages covering the entire top part of his head and his right arm resting in a black sling.

Waking him up feels so cruel, but god, leaving him without having said hello feels so much worse. So you call his name loudly and gently tap his foot. He stirs, licking over his lips and swallows. His eyes flutter open. He mumbles your name, totally confused and still half-asleep.

“Hey”, yousay shyly.

“Hey, wow what a nice dream, these pain meds are awesome”, he murmurs, closing his eyes again.

“This isn’t a dream. I’m really here”, you chuckle.

“Seriously?” he gasps, surprisingly high-pitched for his normally deep voice. He sits up abruptly, hissing when hot pain rushes through his shoulder.

“Careful”, you rush to his side and help him sit up with a hand on his upper back, “you are still hurt.”

You sit down at the corner of his bed, careful not to hurt him.

“Yeah, for a second I nearly forgot about that”, he chuckles in pain, “how do you even know I am here? I thought you blocked me.”

You cringe at his words. So he noticed.

“Uhm, yeah I have. I, I mean had. I kind of had a slight mental breakdown when you ditched me at the café and I blocked you everywhere and deleted all of your pictures and basically locked your memory behind a big steel door in my mind and I swore to myself to never trust again.”

“Understandable”, Yoongi says. He takes your hand, squeezing it gently. You don’t even realise his gesture, too lost in rambling your thoughts out loud. It makes Yoongi tighten his hand around yours just all the more as a fond smile hushes over his face. You are so adorable when you rant like this and forget everything around you.

“But then your friend Seokjin called me”, you continue as if nothing happened, “and explained everything and now I feel like a total idiot for ever believing that you used me and at first I didn’t even want to come because I was too embarrassed, but then I started to miss you and-“, you pause to take a look at Yoongi.

A fond smile sits on his face, his eyes sparkle in adoration. Heat washes over your face as you start to blush vividly. You can’t even look into his eyes right now.

“I was rambling again. I’m so sorry. You probably think that I’m crazy right now”, you cringe, “sorry.”

“Actually I was thinking how cute you are right now”, Yoongi says softly, giving your hand another squeeze.

One you finally feel and one that sends in your body into complete overdrive. Your heart starts racing, your whole face becomes as red as a tomato, you stutter an answer but give up when you can’t even get out one basic word.

“I’m glad that you came”, he breathes.

You smile as an answer, squeezing his hand.

“It’s not an outfit I would normally wear nor is the location nice for a first date, but I hope that, I don’t know, it is still enough to give me a second chance?” he asks, almost scared.

“Of course it’s enough, it wasn’t your fault that you missed our date. I know that now”, you reassure him, making him smile, “besides I think you look cute in that hospital gown. I like the little pandas on the fabric”, you giggle, touching one of the dozens of animals on his shirt.

Right above his heart, you can feel it speed up underneath your fingertip at your gesture.

“Just wait until you see the back, because there is basically none.”

“Oh my god Yoongi”, you gasp at the mental picture of Yoongi sitting here with his butt all bared and naked.

“I’m wearing underwear don’t worry”, he laughs.

“What a relief”, you giggle, lowering your head in giddiness.

He pulls you closer to his body, making you scoot up the bed until he can wrap his arm around your middle comfortably and your back is rested against his side. You are careful not to put too much pressure on his body in order not to hurt him, despite your body wanting to basically sink into his arms. God finally being able to feel his touch, his warmth, his heartbeat is even better than you had imagined.

“Please stop me if this is too fast for you. And also I know you don’t really start a first date by kissing the other person, but-“, he inhales shakily, staring at your lips longingly, “-can I kiss you?”

“Yes please”, you whisper, leaning closer to his body.

His hand comes to rest on the back of your neck, your own cups his cheek. You are staring at each other for as long as possible, mesmerized by the other. Only when your lips brush over his and a gentle sigh leaves his throat do your eyes flutter closed and the feeling of his soft lips on yours drowns you in warmth.

[canyouhearthelight]

The Miys, Ch. 79

This was another chapter that was soooo fun to write.  Don’t worry, I’m not getting off the plot, swear.  So, thank you @charlylimph-blog for helping me flesh these pranks out. Also, thanks to @satan-parisienne and @baelpenrose for beta-reading.

Disclaimer: Food mentions below the cut.  I also want to clarify that I do not hate brussels sprouts.  I did, for several decades, though, and added that to one character in this chapter.

Given my track record with handling ship-wide issues in a personal capacity, I made a point to set up an actual appointment with both Grey and Xiomara to discuss our concerns.  Unfortunately, that meant it would be a few days before we all had time in our schedule.  All I could do in the meantime was try to do my actual job and pay more attention to odd behaviors of people around me.

I would like to submit for the record that I wasn’t succeeding with focusing on work terribly well.  And I wasn’t the only one.

“Seventeen,” Alistair greeted me as he arrived.  For what could only be dramatic emphasis, he removed a scarf and flung it over the back of the chair across from me.

“Ark’s temperature controlled,” I pointed out, staring at the scarf.  It actually looked soft.

“Seventeen different individuals,” he continued, ignoring my comment. “In a sum total of six groups, between three and eight people per group. Several were in more than one group.”

Wow. Go, Detective Worthington.  “This was just on your way from your quarters to my office?”

“From the cantina on deck fourteen, actually.” He stalked over to the food console, returning with a plate of food and two beverages.

“So, one, that’s an even shorter walk than the one from your quarters.”

He nodded around a forkful of pasta before swallowing. “Which makes it even more concerning.”

“True.” Taking the tea he offered me, I gestured at his penne.  Part of me was pleased to see it was one of my recipes from Before that I added to my profile once I learned how. “I thought you just ate?”

“I attempted to, certainly.  However, there have been several issues with the consoles in the cantinas.  I was given to believe they were resolved, but somehow I still ended up with brussels sprouts instead of capers.” He glared at me archly. “You are well aware of how I feel about those atrocities.”

“Even if you did like them, I can’t imagine substituting capers for brussels sprouts and still coming even remotely close to whatever you asked for.”

Already, he was standing to dispose of his empty dish. “I was sure that your console would be safe, but I selected a dish without capers, either way.”

“That’s fair.” Although I was mildly confused why he thought the console in my office would be ‘safe’ from the malfunction he just mentioned, but I also had no idea about the consoles in the cafeterias acting up, so he may have a point.

I was about to ask for details regarding the people he had seen.  I really was. However, I was preempted by the actual trumpet from the Book of Revelation started screaming from the speaker in the ceiling of my office.  

“BAYYYYY-BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE shark, do do do do do do!”

I screamed and jumped hard enough to fall out of my chair, while Alistair had flattened himself against the wall in an effort to escape the cacophony. Covering my ears, I begged Miys to disable the speaker.  I was reasonably certain I was yelling it, but either way the noise cut off abruptly and I was able to get up off the floor.

“What the bloody hell - bloody hell!” Alistair jumped abruptly at the figure that was now standing in my office. I wasn’t surprised, either, when I looked.

Standing right by my now-closed door was a shorter-statured figure, wobbling on its feet.  I couldn’t even really see the face, because my eyes would not look away from the top of their head. Specifically the earmuffs perched on there.

Five. Pairs. Of. Them. One pair was standard noise cancelling, but two were fuzzy - one neon green, another sparkly purple - and the other two, while not fuzzy, did have patterns in similarly bright colors: one set pink and green plaid, one fluorescent yellow and blue stripes.  Yet another pair was dangling around the figure’s neck, along with what appeared to be two pairs of earplugs.  I was getting the idea that the blaring music was something they were familiar with, against their will.

While puzzling at the noise-blocking hardware, I finally noticed the words across the figure’s hoodie.  It very clearly said ‘Fuck this shit’, framed by delicate vines and flowers. “Charly?” I asked, completely confused, before realizing she likely couldn’t hear me.  I gestured for her to remove the headphones, and once she did, I tried again. “Charly.  What is going on?”

“I have not had a hot bath in two weeks. Every time I walk through a door, the room plays that awful song until I leave the room, and cold spaghetti squash should be illegal! Very, VERY illegal!” As she spoke, her voice choked up more and more, and by the time she finished she was crying in my office.  Again. “I can barely eat, I can only sleep if I’m exhausted and practically pass out…” She trailed off.

I got her seated and rubbed her arms.  Turning to Alistair, I spoke softly.  “Can you please bring some of the stew from screen six in my file?  And probably water for now.”  To Charly, I reassured her. “It’s your beef stew recipe, the one you gave me.  For whatever reason, my console here and the one at home never glitched out when the ones in the cafeterias did.”

She sniffed and nodded.  My assistant quickly returned, gently setting down the stew and warm bread, along with some butter.  He narrowed his eyes at me, sharply. “I took the liberty of also getting some butter for the bread, because clearly some of us are heathens who serve warm bread without butter.”

“Some of us like to spread cheese sometimes,” I defended myself. “Okay, hon.  First, I need you to drink at least half of that water so you don’t dehydrate from crying.”  A very tiny white lie.  The real reason was an old trick I learned back Before - humans aren’t wired to be able to cry and swallow at the same time, so we stop crying if we are drinking something.  

Once that kicked in, I let her dig into the stew.  Keeping a careful eye to make sure she didn’t accidentally inhale anything in the literal sense while demonstrating the figurative sense, I tried to figure things out. “First and foremost, has anything else happened, anything that could have caused you injury?”

“Juss annoyig,” she told me around a bite of bread. Swallowing, she clarified. “Anytime I try to bathe, I only get cold showers.  No hot water, even the sonic function gives me cold water.  I’ve had to resort to letting a bucket of water sit out long enough to be room temp.  Anytime I try to get any sort of food or drink other than water, all I get is cold, icky spaghetti squash.  You saw what happens when I walk into a room.” She gestured at the speaker on the ceiling. “I’m not even sure how you stopped that.”

“I had Noah disable the speaker entirely,” I admitted. “So, all mid-range psychological torture? All irritants, nothing actually dangerous in and of itself?”

“Except the fact that I’m so jumpy I can’t sleep, I guess.  This is the first thing I’ve eaten in two weeks that wasn’t something Coffey had to go get from a canteen, bring it back, and give it to me.  And even that only works if it isn’t something I actually like.”

“But there are over a dozen full-time food vendors?” I was so confused.

She rolled her eyes. “You know I don’t trust other people’s cooking.  Yours, yes. Tyche’s, yes. Mine, of course.  But that’s it.”

“Miss Harper,” Alistair interrupted, gentle but horrified. “You said it’s been two weeks….”

She waved the concern away. “Two weeks of eating food I don’t like but don’t gag on is way better than cold, yucky spaghetti squash or food that may have… crawly things in it. You do know that some people cook with…. those things, right?” She eyed him suspiciously.

“Objection withdrawn,” he sighed. “However, I do believe that part of what you are experiencing may be part of the wider issues we’ve been having with the food consoles.  All of the public ones have been malfunctioning recently, and every time they are reset, it happens again.  I nearly ate brussels sprouts today, for heaven’s sake!”

“Okay, seriously Alistair? They aren’t that bad. Stop being dramatic,” I scolded. When I turned back to Charly, she was staring at her lap, very focused on the hem of her sweatshirt.  Fear spiked through me like ice. “Charly? What is it? Did something else happen?”

“The consoles might be acting up because of what’s happening with me,” she admitted quietly.  “Not the other way around.”

Huh? “What do you mean?  You think the same person who is doing this to you is going to target everyone?” I could feel my panic levels rising.  Suspicious people, maybe a cult, were increasing in numbers throughout the ship.  Maybe they were sending a message? It was pretty well known that Charly was close with Tyche and myself - 

“IthinkthisishappeningbecauseofaprankIpulledandsomeonegotmad.” Once she finished blurting out her statement, she screwed her eyes closed and seemed to be waiting for something bad to happen.  When nothing happened - I don’t think Alistair even understood what she said, and I know I didn’t - she cracked one eye to peek at our faces.

“In English?” I asked, shaking my head.

“I think...I may have...broken? The food consoles? I might have played a prank? And someone didn’t like it?”

I fought the urge to go entirely limp as all the panic and dread I had been building up rapidly plummeted.  “So, all of this… you broke the ship… it’s all a prank war?”  She nodded, face scrunched up in embarrassed apology. I pinched my nose before running a hand down my face. “And you started it, you believe?”

“It wasn’t on purpose!” she cried.  “It was a harmless prank, I freaking swear. I programmed the food consoles to give boba tea as every one hundredth beverage dispensed. That’s it. I even made sure to program it to be sugar free! Just matcha tea, lactose-free milk, sugar substitute, and the little boba pearls.  At most, someone would get it, go ‘hey this isn’t what I asked for?’, try again, and get the right thing.”

“Except that’s not the worst thing that happened,” I prompted.

“No, it isn’t! After about…five days? Suddenly all thiiiiiiis,” she flailed expansively, “started happening!  There is no way you can tell me that I deserve all this for erroneous boba tea here and there.” Charly stared at me, pointedly.

To be honest, it really did seem like overkill. 

“Well,” I sighed. “The good news is, only a select few people have that level of access to the ship to do something so far reaching.” My fingers drummed on the table as I tried to think of ways to narrow our list of culprits further. “Obviously, they don’t mean you any actual harm, just a significant level of annoyance and inconvenience.  And it would have to be someone who would take boba tea to be a grievous insult apparently…” Fuck.  

My head snapped up as I leapt to my feet and bolted for the console. Once I had a boba tea, exactly the way Charly described, I took a huge pull from the straw. Chilled, clean flavor, no notable texture, not terribly sweet, no aftertaste…

And chewy boba pearls. Like little candies. Most importantly? They were squishy. 

“Mother fuck….”  Charly and Alistair both gave me questioning looks.  “I will one-hundred percent admit that your prank had very innocent intentions.  But before I tell you who did this, I want to be clear: absolutely no retribution, and no more dinking around in public resources. Deal?”  She nodded so hard I thought her neck may break.  “Someone with an enormous food aversion to anything ‘squishy’ ended up with one of your drinks.” I jiggled mine for emphasis. “And I am willing to bet they got a mouthful of tapioca before they realized it.  They absolutely knew there was no error - they only drink water, and they are extremely sensitive to caffeine.  Once they realized it was a deliberate error? There was no saving you, girl.”

Her eyes widened to the size of saucers, and I could see everything falling into place.  “Oh no. Nonononononono.  I didn’t think Derek used the public consoles!  I never would have done it if I knew that!  Or exempted him, or something… Oh gosh, I have to go apologize. I feel awful!”  With that, she bolted from the room, throwing a “thanks for the stew!” over her shoulder on the way out.

Alistair just shook his head. “She really pulled a prank on the one person we can’t keep out of anything on the ship, who we have to rely on his good intentions?”

“Obviously, not on purpose,” I pointed out.

“It still doesn’t explain the small cabbages that contaminated my lunch.”

Taking a long pull from my tea, I tilted my head side to side. “It really kind of does.  Charly hates capers with a passion, based solely on what they look like.”

“Madam Councillor. Brussles. Sprouts. Surely there was a better option.”

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Flight from Grace- Chapter 2

(I cant be bothered to switch to my pc to create a read more link so bam, whole thing right here.)

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Flight from Grace - Chapter 2: Where's my coffee?

I was cold.

The thought that being cold was somehow wrong is what woke me. I was cold and I shouldn’t be for some reason. The more aware of that I became, the more I realized how uncomfortable it was. I was laying on something that had hard lumps in the most inconvenient of places and wriggling didn’t really change that, and only served to make my irritation at the discomfort more intrusive on my sleep-muddled thoughts, forcing them to become more focused and conscious, which at the moment, I very much didn’t want to be. I wanted to slide back under the blissful unawareness of sleep, to return to the feeling of the dream I couldn’t quite remember since it was so much more preferable to whatever was scratching my face and poking me in the side. 

I snorted my displeasure at the intrusion of conscious reality and tried to turn over more vigorously, yanking at whatever passed for a blanket covering my head in annoyance. That only made me more annoyed; whatever was covering me smelled...bad. Just all the smells that make you wrinkle your nose and hold your breath til they pass rolled into one rotting sushi roll of stinkiness, which definitely didn't fit with whatever I was previously dreaming. 

It was no use. Sleep had slipped through my grasp like a toddler grabbing a bowl of jello. Both are disgusting- too sticky and jiggly. So much for waking up in a good mood.

Sadly, this awareness of stinky scratchiness and lumpy surface forced my brain to start working. Some days, I hate it when it does that. Why can’t it just be quiet and let me float along like a marshmallow? Ah well. 

Oh shit. 

Shit shit shit. I just remembered why the hell my nose was being violated. My eyes snapped open, looking for the reason I was no longer warm- Grace. Nope. Can you frown with just your nose? My face seemed determined to find out. 

I jumped up, snapping the cover off and shot a quick look around the empty room. Nothing. What the hell? Where’d she go? Great. First I stumble across the first mortal who could look me in the eye without devolving into schizophrenia, and then I lose her just by falling asleep. Of freakin course I do. Goddamn sleep and it's irresistible siren's call. And god damn whatever that smell was and whoever put it there.

As I was sitting there in a lump of twisted up, stained moving blanket, a small sound from behind the crumbling wall opposite me caught my attention, only to reveal Grace softly coming around from behind it, straightening her black t-shirt. She noticed me sitting up, paused for a moment mid shuffle, and started giggling. What now?

“Well darlin’, aren’t you just the most hilarious bird’s nest of a mess in the mornin'!” Grace couldn’t help but giggle at what she saw sitting in a pile on the discarded mattress in the corner. 

My hand went to my hair. Oh. Ok, I had to give her that one. It was pretty bad. 

I snorted a dry laugh too. “Yeah, this hair is pretty shocking, even to me. Probably not quite what you were expecting.”

“Sugar, I don’t know what to expect with you, now or ever. We had a rough night; don’t worry about the hair though, it’s kinda cute.”

Well that was the understatement of the year. I haven’t had a night that rough in a very long time. Not since...well that doesn’t matter right now. 

“But,” Grace started, slowly moving closer, “much as I hate to say it this way, we need to talk about last night.”

I sighed. Gods, why do I keep doing that? Yeah, we did. There was a lot. A lot that I didn’t have answers for to be honest, but still, things that needed to be discussed. I owed her that much at least. Hell, I owed me that much.

“Yeah, we do.”

“So, you wanna start, or should I?”

I finally managed to look her in the eyes again. “You’ve probably got more questions than I do right now, so you start and I’ll see if I can clear things up a little. Well, I hope I can.”

Grace took a slow, deep breath. “Alright, let’s start with the simple stuff- what the hell happened at the bar?”

That's her idea of leading with the simple stuff? What happened to 'sleep good?' or 'where the fuck are we?' or even better, 'do you want some coffee?' So much for simple. To be fair though, that one was easier than what I thought she was going to lead with. I wish there was coffee. Ha, what was I thinking, not like this run down warehouse was the Ramada. Ha, the Ramada Hovel had a nice ring to it. Probably gets rated not in stars but in rats. Deep breath.

“I had to get you out of a very dangerous situation as fast as I possibly could. I should’ve realized what was about to happen sooner than I did, but I was kind of distracted at the time, and the drinks probably weren’t helping at all either.”

“Ya don't say?" Grace's eyebrows curled mockingly.  "So, what was that thing chasin' us? Why was it chasin' us? Was it chasin' me? Or you? Or both of us? How’d it follow us? What was it that freaked you out about me? Are you still freakin' out? Am I freakin' out right now? Ok, yeah, I think I’m freakin' out a little bit right now and I’m starting to babble again, and I don’t know what’s going on and…”

“Grace!”

She stopped long enough to look at me. I got up, took her hand, and turned her slightly. “Please sit for a minute; just breathe. I’ll do my best to explain as much as I know, because I’m kind of freaking out a little myself.”

That seemed to work. Enough anyway. Deep breath again. I’ve only ever talked to one other person about this in all these years, and they had already known enough that I didn’t have to go over the hard stuff I was about to now. Sweet Mikhail I wished I had a whiskey sour right now. This was definitely a job for alcohol; much as I loved the stuff, coffee was a little to weak for this situation. Why was I so nervous? That was a question I didn’t even want to consider the answer to right this second. Focus, genius. 

“Ok, this is going to all sound a little weird, probably unbelievable, but I swear to you, it’s the truth as I know it. 

“The thing chasing us from the bar was a gatekeeper of sorts. It’s job is to hunt down the things that poke holes in the separation between this mortal plane of existence and others.”

She was looking skeptical, but at least she was still listening. 

“As for why it was chasing us, well, it probably thought I was the one poking holes in reality.”

“You? Why?” She looked curiously concerned. 

“Because…” I trailed off, not able to look at her any longer. Neglected as it was, at least the floorboards didn't judge. They constrained themselves to silent accusation like any self-respecting flooring should. Leave the judgement to ceilings. “Because I’m not what you think I am. You think I’m a regular old ordinary person like you. And I kind of am, but not really. I’m not even supposed to be here. I think.”

“Hunh? Whadd’ya mean you’re not like me?”

Deep breath again. Breathing is good for you, right? “Ok, so here goes. You know how people believe in spirits, ghosts, angels, demons, goblins, that sort of thing?” She nodded. “Well, all that stuff is actually real. They’ve always existed in one form or another here in the mortal realm, but we’re not actually from here like you are.”

“We? You said ‘we’, right?”

“Yeah. Here’s where it gets a little sketchy for me, and why I was so surprised at how you were looking at me last night. How you’re looking at me right now.”

“I’m listenin'.” Grace was a little more withdrawn than I was used to seeing her, but she wasn’t jumping up and running away. 

“Yeah. We. Me, specifically. I’m not mortal. Not human. I think. Pretty sure anyway, it’s all kind of fuzzy when I try to remember.”

“Soooo...you’re what, some kind of ghost? How come I can touch you then?”

“No, no, not a ghost. As far as I can tell, I’m some kind of what you would call an angel or a demon, but I’ll be honest, I don’t know which. All I know is that if I’m here in the mortal realm, I’m not where I should be; just this nagging feeling I'm from...somewhere...that's not, here. And I’ve been here for a long time and I’m still not any closer to figuring out where I’m originally from, but I do know that there’s others like me here. I don’t come across them very often, but there’s more than just me.

“You asked me why that thing was chasing us too; I think that somehow, I got noticed, that it knew I  wasn’t supposed to be here, something that was triggered when you looked at me.”

“Hold up, so this giant dog catfish just blew up my bar and chased us half across the city because you’re like an illegal immigrant or somethin'?”

That made me laugh. “Something like that. Guess my green card ran out.”

“But why would me looking at you trigger something like that? Like you’re gorgeous and all, but not like ‘tear a hole in the space-time continuum gorgeous’. No offence.”

“No, I’m right there with you on that!” Did she just call me gorgeous? And were those butterflies in my stomach or was I just hungry? Or did she just insult my looks? I mean, I've never been like, obsessed over it, but I was pretty sure I was better looking than your average bridge troll. Well, maybe not this morning, but still. Shut up brain. You too stomach. Heart, don’t even start. 

“So you said it happened when I saw what I did in your eyes. But I didn’t really see anythin'! Wait, what should I have seen?” 

“So you remember that douchecreep that hit on me?” She nodded again. “Well, he saw what most people see when they look into my eyes- an unfiltered glimpse into the expanse of eternity, which usually makes a mortal’s mind crumble. It's kinda how I figured I wasn't from around here. They’re just not equipped to handle trying to comprehend the depth of infinity, so it usually sends them plummeting off the deep end of crazy. Some survive. A lot don't.

“Survive? Like, seeing 'infinity in your eyes' kills people? What the fuck! So what’s different about me? Why am I not dead, or crazy? Wait, unless I’m already crazy.” She laughed a little as she stood up and slowly started pacing. 

“No, you’re not crazy. Well, at least not crazy caused by me. You sound a lot more coherent than a bowl of jello, so you're good." What was it with me and jello today? Kinda how my brain feels I guess.

“Well that’s a relief! I think.” Grace’s shoulders seemed to relax a little. “It’s a little hard to believe; I mean right now, all I see is what I saw last night- just normal, green eyes. No ‘depths of eternal damnation’ or anythin' like that. I mean if I hadn’t seen what I did, and if I’m honest, I’m starting to wonder if I actually saw what I think I did. You sittin' here in front of me in a place that is very definitely not my appartment is the only thing keepin’ me even slightly convinced that you’re not completely bat-shit and that I’m just hallucinating.”

“Well, the jury’s still out on how sane I am but yeah, you saw what you thought you did.”

“My nana would flip her shit to hear all this talk of angels and spiritual stuff. She lived for this kind of thing.”

“So you believe me?” Maybe this was going to be better than I was first thinking.

“Let’s just say I’m still making up my mind; the fact that you’re hands-down the most interestin' person I’ve met since I left home is holdin' my attention at least.”

“Well, that’s something.”

“But this is all a bit much, if I’m to believe you. I mean, God an' angels an'  the devil are all just things my nana an' her old church friends talk about. And I sure as hell never heard anythin' about them walkin' into bars and riding motorcycles like Evil Knevil!” She was starting to breathe faster, heavier again. Here it comes.

“But some giant catfish starts blowing things up an' tryin’a eat me, an’ you’re sittin’ here as big as life, still smellin’ like korean barbecue- which makes me think that that all wasn’t just a bizarre dream- tellin’ me that it was some kind of demonic golden retreiver chasin’ us all over town, an' that there’s a heaven an' a hell, an' you’re somethin’ like what used to show up in the books they taught me from in Sunday school that accidentally makes people lose their minds if they look you in the eye, but I don’t see that which is somehow a problem, and,” she was breathing kind of heavily now, hand on her side as she walked a few steps back and forth in front of where I was still sitting on the edge of the ratty mattress. 

“Whoa now, I think you might be hyperventilating,” I reached out a little in concern.

“No I’m not hyperventilating, I’m havin’ a existential panic attack! I’m tryin'a understand everythin' you’ve just said, an' at the same time, tryin'a  figure out how I got swept up in all this mess, an' if it even is a mess, and if it is, if it's a mess I even believe in!” Her eyes were looking a little unfocused now. Something was wrong. Like more wrong than how wrong things were already. You know what I mean. Wronger than wrong. Different wrong.

“You don’t look so good.” Apparently it’s a day for understatements. If there was a world record for them, I was probably going to break it by sundown.

“Really? I don’t look so good? This is all just a bit much, y’know, and now I’m the one who isn’t ok? Ya think?” Damn, she really was panicking now. I guess I didn’t have her figured out just yet. 

“Yeah, um, you should probably sit down,” I got up and put my hand on her shoulder to guide her back over to the bed, insisting by touch even though she flinched. Why did that make me sad?

“Sit? I can’t sit right now! I’m tryin’a….whoa.” Grace’s eyes unfocused as she grabbed my arms to keep from falling. “Um, what’s going...on?”

Her eyes rolled back a little as her legs gave out from under her. She was heavier than she looked- good thing I’d gotten her closer to the mattress so she could collapse on to it as she drug me down with her, still holding my arm tightly. 

“Grace? Grace!” She didn’t respond as I shook her, her breathing rapid and short. Fuck.

That’s when I noticed. Her shirt had ridden up when she flopped prone on the bed, revealing her midriff and the finger-long scratch just below her left ribs. Shit. Of course it was glowing. Somehow, during our escape, she must have gotten grazed. Didn’t look like a serious wound, but even though I didn’t know much about the thing that had chased us, I knew even a scratch was bad news. Really bad news. Today was just packaging itself up and express shipping itself straight to hell.

“Fuck, what do I do now!” Saying it out loud didn’t make the answers come any faster than when I was thinking it. 

Light. I needed light. I couln’t see well enough to tell if what looked like a scratch was actually worse than that. I ran across and tore the tarp off the big industrial window, letting the sunlight pour through the loft, dust motes swirling and sparkling like being caught in a snowglobe. Kind of a shitty snowglobe if you ask me. 

The wound’s glow faded in the brightness, and on closer look, it didn’t seem like it was any deeper than just a scratch, but from the look of the blue and red spider-veining spreading out from the small cut, it didn’t need to be. Those veins of virulent red and sickly blue were climbing up under her chest, obscured by her shirt, and thicker ones winding down below the waistband of her black jeans. Dammit. 

Sweet Mikhail, I needed some luck. 

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