#it was mush and I was living in my dreams

[khazadspoon]

The Adventures of Tuco, season 2 episode 6: Cattle Complications.

Synopsis: Tuco sleeps with a wealthy landowner’s wife and then robs them. Before the law can catch him, he joins with a cattle drive to get protection until he reaches a new town. Can he successfully rope some steers and pull his weight before the sheriff catches up with him? Or will the trail boss’ no-nonsense attitude, sharp eyes, and fast hand take him down before it’s too late?

Runtime 48 minutes

Rating: M

Starring: Eli Wallach as Tuco, Eric Fleming as the Trail Boss, woody Strode as the Sheriff

[kotenokk]

i have been scouring the internet for this sweater for an hour and i just must not be using the right keywords because i am not finding anything even Close to what im looking for and im about to go fucking hogwild

[oikawasassfreckle]

ORV related chat chaos Pt. 3

[babyleostuff]

fanservice

𝜗𝜚 theme: fluff, established relationship 𝜗𝜚 pairing: idol!mingu x fem!reader 𝜗𝜚 word count: 944

・ ❥ ・ jealousy is a disease when it comes to kim mingyu and his fanservice

“i’m not your strongest soldier lol don’t play with me rn.” 

you rolled your eyes at the caption, and scrolled past the video that had been haunting you for the past couple of days. ever since the boys’ fan meeting last monday your fyp had been going crazy with videos of your boyfriend holding hands and comparing hand sizes with his fans. 

and that wasn’t even the worst part. 

your man was the definition of fanservice, him holding hands with others and making puppy eyes at them wasn't anything new, hell - how many times had he asked you to take his “boyfriend” photos he later posted on instagram, while looking like a literal walking dream. he loved making people go crazy on a daily basis, so it wasn’t like the hand holding bothered you. 

what bothered you was the lovestruck expression, the annoyingly gentle, sparkly eyes, the perfect fucking black hair falling over his forhead, the soft smile, the gaze that never left the person in font of him. 

you weren’t sure where the sudden surge of possessiveness came from, but oh my god, there was a limit of what you could take, and if only you remembered your twitter password you would’ve logged out a long time ago. you knew exactly who this look was reserved for, and it was you, and you only, so why was he suddenly going around looking at others like they hung the moon and the stars in the sky. 

“baby?” mingyu’s voice echoed from your bedroom. “have you seen my black dior hoodie?”

you were too busy scrolling past yet another tik tok to answer your boyfriend. besides, who cared about a hoodie when he was basically cheating on you?  

“and what are you gawking at, huh?” you muttered under your nose, as the girl in the video squealed when mingyu took her hand in his. you weren’t sure why you were working yourself up so much. it’s not like you were jealous of the way his thumb was running over her palm. or how their fingers intertwined perfectly.

thinking you didn’t hear him from the other room, mingyu gave up on his mission to find the hoodie he was sure he saw in the closet just this morning, and walked out to the living room to look for you. “baby, did you h-,” he didn't have to look at you twice to see who exactly stole the piece of clothing he was searching for. “there it is,” he beamed, a smile blooming on his face. his heart never failed to turn into mush whenever he saw you dressed in his clothes, especially the oversized ones that made you look like an adorable teddy bear. 

“i can give it back if you want,” you mumbled, your eyes still glued to your phone. 

“it’s fine, i’ll just find another one, but tell me,” mingyu crooked an eyebrow at your frown, and walked over to where you were not so happily occupying the armchair he and wonwoo decided on buying last month, “what the hell got you pouting like that?” 

you didn’t notice your boyfriend standing behind you until it was too late. “huh?” too slow to turn off the phone, you spun around to find mingyu behind you with an annoying smirk on his face. “i wasn’t pouting,” you tried to argue, as you slipped the phone under your thigh. he laughed, and tucked a loose piece of your hair behind your ear. 

“baby?” he crouched down, and placed his chin on your shoulder. 

“mhm?” maybe playing stupid would help. 

“why were you watching videos from the fanmeeting, hm?” he asked innocently, like he didn’t know exactly why. 

you groaned, and turned around, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. there was no way you’d admit to being jealous of some girls for holding your boyfriend’s hand when you literally did that 24/7. 

“you know you literally get to cuddle and kiss me, right? it’s not like they’re going to steal me from you,” he said. you didn’t have to look to know that he had this infuriatingly handsome smile on his face that always made your knees weak. 

“stop being so smug about it, kim mingyu,” you mumbled, and hit his chest. 

“never.” 

he grabbed the back of your neck gently and peeled you of him, much to your reluctance. a pang of self-consciousness suddenly hit you because what if he thought you were acting immaturely over this? “listen,” he walked around the armchair to kneel in front of you. “whatever you’re thinking, stop it,” grabbing your face tenderly, he ran a thumb over your cheek. “i’m yours, remember?” 

“i know, it’s just-,” 

“let me finish, yeah?” you nodded and kissed his palm, encouraging him to keep going. maybe that was just what you needed today? a bit of reassurance and his words of affirmation. because if there was one thing that kim mingyu was good at, it was making you feel secure and loved. 

“i know it can be hard looking at those videos and whatnot, and you know why i act how i act when it’s needed. but i love you. you. and no matter how many hands i have to hold or how many people i have to pretend to flirt with, it doesn’t change the fact that at the end of the day all i want is to come home to you. ‘k baby?” 

too overwhelmed to say anything, you just nodded quickly, and threw your arms around his shoulders, so he wouldn’t see your teary eyes. 

“you’re really mine?” you asked, sniffling quietly. 

“all yours. only yours.”

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Love in 3D

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Pairing: Logan Sargeant x reader. Part of this Mall AU collab with @ham1lton

☆ -idiots in love  | fluff | comedy | smau + written ☆

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Warnings: A teensy bit suggestive at a few points, Logan and reader have crushes on each other but are super oblivious, mention to Oscar + his love intrest in the series (it's like a multiverse!)

Notes: I took liberties with what films were showing so it doesn't reflect their actual release date or showing time irl. A special thanks to @ham1lton for allowing me to be apart of this, brainstorming with me and beta-ing my work (you're amazing and ily <33 :D).

Summary:When you go to the cinema to watch a film that a friend of yours suggested, the last thing you expected to do was to develop a crush on a certain American worker (or be handed an excuse to come back). Or alternatively, when you keep on going back to the cinema, it's because you're just a massive cinephile...right?

Slight prelude here

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Now when a friend told you to visit the cinema because you just "had to see this new film, it's so...you!" you didn't think much of it. You had avoided looking at reviews for it online and excused the visit as a means to treat yourself, especially with how hard you've been working recently. After taking a short journey into the centre of town, you traverse to the movie theatre. You walk through the towering glass doors and are suddenly enveloped by the comforting atmosphere. The low key, warm lighting bouncing off of the harsh crimson furniture in all directions makes you feel almost at home when paired with the low mumble of families waiting to see films and discussing ones they'd just viewed.

The atmosphere almost makes you feel drowsy so unsurprisingly, you wholeheartedly believe you are living a dream when you walk up to the counter and the most gorgeous man ever stands before you. His green eyes meet yours in a friendly encounter and you give him a quick one over. Your eyes scan from the bottom of his worn out, white trainers to his stained, blue t-shirt (was that butter splotched in the middle?) and even to his long blonde/brownish hair - that clearly hadn't been cut in a while as it swoops over his face, making him look like a prince-.

Somehow, your brain manages to coherently string together a thought that isn't focused on the man in front of you as you ask for "One ticket to see ‘Cats’ please." Yet as soon as the words leave your lips, you're back to daydreaming about the innocent cinema worker behind the counter. You've never seen him before because you're sure you'd have noticed. But then again, you were in the middle of town so of course you don't know everyone. How foolish. You're so lost in your thoughts that you don't even notice him softly asking you a question.

Your eyes widen in horror for a moment. Oh no. What did he say? Eager to only please him, you tilt your head and utter out a timid "Yes?" which sounds as confused as you feel. You glance down at his nametag as a means to hide your confusion and are met by the sight of a neat, embossed ‘Logan' in the centre. However, the answer must have been right because the man’s, Logan you suppose, face splits out into a toothy grin and he mutters a few positive sounding adjectives in response.

“Great. I'll get one ready for you now." He drops to a squat and rummages behind the counter as you furrow your brows. Did you just sign up for something? He pops his head back up from below the counter and you give him a small smile (that feels really quite uncertain with your fate. "Can I get a name for the card, please?" You respond with your name and his soft smile and compliment make your cheeks feel warm. He hands the card to you and you feel your breath catch in your throat at the brief contact of his warm fingers on yours.

"Have a great day and enjoy the film." You turn to mush at his sweet smile and begin to long to see only that sight until your dying day. You utter out a small "You too." and at that moment, you finally regain consciousness and want the ground to suck you up. Logan laughs melodically at your slip up which makes you smile at his laughter. "So sorry. I didn't mean that... I was just distracted!" This causes his laughter to die down as he squints his eyes and one side of his mouth curls up as if he was beginning to smirk. You shoot him a small smile and swiftly pivot and speed for an exit this time with a small "Have a nice day. Thank you."

As you finally reach your seat, you look down at the ticket and card he gave you. Huh? The tickets are much cheaper than you expected. Maybe you'd have to come back again sooner (and you suppose the cute workers aren't any deterrent). You place the ticket on the arm rest and your attention is drawn straight to the card he also placed in your hand. This must be what you unknowingly agreed to. You shake your head, cursing (and praising) your mindless state earlier as you look at the month long cinema pass lying in your hands. Well maybe you would have an excuse to come back soon after all.

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Logan stares at the man opposite him, gently tapping on the counter. The American had never acutely noticed just how non-existent his love life truly is. Well, until he met you, now he finds that every moment when you weren't blessing his shifts to be dull and in his books, futile.

Oscar's words cut through his thoughts. "Well, I think you can try and make it more obvious? I've heard some people give discounts to the customers they really like. Maybe you can try doing that?" 

Logan looks down and blushes. "I uh... I've already given her a staff discount." Oscar lets out a slow exhale. "Damn... you never-" "Yeah I know." Logan has only just accepted that he has feelings for the Y/H/C girl, let alone broken work policy... Himself a few weeks ago would have gone into cardiac arrest at just the thought.

"Damn, you must be whipped." Oscar's laugh at the end makes Logan break into his own set of laughter. “Well, no…” Oscar reaches for a roll from the floor to ceiling cupboard and pivots with a ‘Hearty Italian’ roll in his hand whilst simultaneously raising an eyebrow at the blonde man, making Logan laugh in resignation. “Yeah, something like that." The Aussie grins at his friend's newfound carefree nature. It has been a long time since Oscar has seen Logan this happy and the two of them have known each other a very long time. Oscar slices the sub as Logan begins his soliloquy.

“But you don't get it, Osc. She’s just… I’ve never seen such a gorgeous woman before . I mean the other day I told her a joke and she actually laughed.” Oscar smiles and mutters “no way” in the same manner in which you’d speak to a child. “And when she laughed I swear it was a taste of what heaven is like!” Oscar hums in acknowledgment as he mindlessly flicks a handful of ham slices onto the bread. “And last week, she bought some popcorn, which I couldn't charge her for of course, but she had both caramel and butter together. I’ve never met anyone else that does that!” Logan releases a dreamy sigh as Oscar opens the large toaster door and slides the roll in.”She’s perfect Osc. I think we were made to be together.” 

"Well," the Aussie begins whilst turning round and getting the sandwich from the toaster. "I say if she comes back then you shoot your shot. I mean who was it that was complaining the other week about their 'truly abysmal love life' ?" Logan looks down and chuckles. "Yeah man I mean it still is that bad but..." Oscar smiles in acknowledgement, he has his own struggling love life and completely understands Logan's dilemma.

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You sigh as you fall back on the sofa. “So let me get this straight. You decided that the best course of action was to just go to his work several several times a week.” You turn and squint your eyes at your best friend's words. “Well no but…” She rolls her eyes at you. “But what Y/N/N? Because it sounds an awful lot like you're just trying to deny your feelings for him but still seeking out his company if it's for a few moments.”

You stay silent as you ponder her words. “I'm just worried about you getting hurt from this. I mean he's probably not even that cute.” You shake your head at her. “Oh no, he really is.” She tilts her head with a questioning look. “It's just… He's so sweet. He always helps the elderly customers and is such a  gentleman. Oh and don't get me started on how good he looks. I mean his eyes are such a gorgeous, enigmatic mix. And Oh those arms. You should see them when they fle-” 

“Oookay. I get it Juliet.” You sigh in longing at just the thought of Logan. “We will put a pin in that for later because there is a lot to unpack there.” You give her a tight-lipped,  thankful grin. “So, moving on, did you hear what happened to Melanie last week?” You try to push the thought of your favourite American to the back of your mind as you focus on the latest gossip of your friend. Besides, lack of boy talk should do you some good for once.

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Oscar slides the signature sub across the counter. "Thanks, mate." Logan smiles and unwraps the warm sandwich and takes a bite. Logan groans at the familiar taste. "Damn it's not that wonderful mate." Logan shakes his head at Oscar's words. And looks around quickly, piquing Oscar's interest. The older of the two leans forward and speaks in a hushed whisper. "I came in last week and that new employee made my sandwich...." Logan pulls a face that can only be described as depicting pure, unadulterated disgust. Oscar only laughs in response. "It's not funny mate, I didn't know a sandwich could taste that horrible and I have the simplest thing ever!" Oscar shakes his head and sports a distasteful expression at just the thought of his co-worker. But doesnt make any effort to hide the expression as he begins to speak. "Yeah well, at least you have a good meal now." Logan tilts his head "Yeah I guess so." He glances at the clock and curses. "I'm going to be late! Thanks Osc, catch you later." Logan scrambles out of the food court towards the escalator and Oscar is left in historical laughter at his best friend's frenzied, pining state.

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When Saturday roles around, you decide that unsurprisingly, you are going to visit the mall you have found yourself frequenting recently. Surprisingly though, you walk through the doors with good, honest intentions today. You have a film in mind that you are desperate to see and you take a small amount of pride in the fact that you are visiting for the cinema’s true purpose rather than going just to ogle the cute American behind the counter. Over the past few weeks, you have seen a multitude of reruns of old, black and white films, only shown a handful of times all the way to new kids films just as an excuse to visit your favourite worker (not that you'd ever admit that of course).

However, as you approach the counter, eyes scanning all of the workers' space, you can’t seem to find Logan. Instead, you are met by the sight of a slightly older, quite attractive, blonde man (that is unsurprisingly very much taken as you gather from the shiny gold band on his weathered hand). As if he notices your wandering eyes, he asks “Anything wrong love?” Your eyes snap to meet his. “Sorry?” He gives you a friendly smile, “You just look quite distracted, that’s all.” You shake your head. “Sorry I just…” the words seem embarrassing now that you think of them. Oh yeah, sorry sir I only visit because I’ve got a massive crush on one of the workers here and I’m just really upset that you aren't him. 

You pull yourself out of your thoughts and address the man - a quick glance down at his name badge informs you that he is Jenson, a senior manager at the cinema. You nearly grin at the sweet badges pinned to his landward, hanging next to the badge; a multitude of film quote badges and oddly a few bakery item pins? How random. You focus your attention back on the man. “Can I have one ticket to go and see ‘Challengers’ please?” Jenson nods and types on the digital keypad in front of him. You reach down and rummage around in your bag to try and find the cinema card (and your payment card of course). When your fingers find the edge of the cards, you pull them out and hold the cards stationary in the air, level with the worker’s screen. “I have this cinema card that you can scan.” Jenson’s eyes widen, he gives you a quick look over before his mouth splits into a toothy grin. “Ah!” is all he says before he gently takes the cards and swipes them one after another in the card slot. 

His expression makes you feel as if you’ve been left out of something important but you don’t have much time to linger on the thought before Jenson is walking away from where he stood with a small promise that he’ll return shortly. You rock backwards on the balls of your feet in suspense, maybe the card didn’t work? You look around, a small part of you is hoping to somehow catch a glimpse of your newfound crush but to no avail. The mechanical sound of tickets being printed breaks you from your scanning of the lobby. Jenson places the tickets and the two cards back in your hand. Yet surprisingly, he also slides a large bag of popcorn in your direction. You give him a questioning glance. Was this yet another thing you’d managed to agree to buy without realising? Jenson only gives you another of those wide smiles before answering “He talks about you a lot. And you're the only one to have bought one of these cards. Well, unless you’re Bertie but you certainly don’t look 80 years old.” 

His words make you blush and huff out a small laugh. You pocket your cards, grab the bag of popcorn and walk away muttering a small thanks. You find your seat, mind whirring over what is left in front of you. On your left armrest is a bag of caramel and butter popcorn, paired with the memory of Jenson’s words. “He spoke about you” Your cheeks warm at the thought of Logan possibly reciprocating your feelings. And then you fully settle into your seat, prepared to finally focus on the screen, you can’t help but notice that the price on the ticket is higher than usual… How odd…

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Meanwhile, Logan's phone:

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Logansargeant

Logansargeant: A nice weekend off for once

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Oscarpiatri: mate you ditched me for a golf weekend?

↳Logansargeant: Sorry Osc, I just needed to get my thoughts together

↳Osarpiastri: ooh. Is this about **********

↳Logansargeant: Shush mate, you can make it less obvious.

↳Alexalbon: Oooh who or what is  **********?!?🤨

↳Oscarpiastri: 🤐 i’m afraid i’m sworn to secrecy

↳Alexalbon: Booo. You’re no fun

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For the entirety of the day, Logan has been staring at the door each time it opens. At every worship of the automatic doors on the carpet, his head whips up, hoping to find you there, only to be met with a gaggle of 40 year old women or a party of school children. Logan isn't even afraid to admit the reason behind his peculiar behaviour. He has missed his “staring at Y/N time” as Oscar has so fondly nicknamed it.

After the text he received from Jenson, he can't help but feel a buzz of hope linger in his stomach. He's seen you many times before but the fact that you're coming even when he's not here and possibly looking for him (Jenson's words, not his)? Just the thought makes Logan grin. He already had today planned out in his head. You'd walk through those doors with your regular smile and come up to the counter. You’d then ask to see another random film that was showing at a later point today. He’d flash you a smile and when you’d go to pay, he’d stop you and insist that it was his duty to pay for a woman, especially on the first date. You’d be left in wordless awe and would beg him to let you repay him to which he’d only respond by swooping you into an eager ki-. His daydream is interrupted by soft coughing.

His head whips up only to be met with the familiar shade of your eyes which had plagued his dreams for many nights. You give him a soft smile and all of Logan’s previous “plan” exits his mind as he just gets lost in your eyes. He smiles back at you and lets out a breathy “Hi…” Your grin widens. “Hi Logan, how are you today?” Gosh even you just saying his name makes butterflies erupt in his stomach. He readily answers your question and the two of you fall into eager small talk. 

It almost hurts you to have to pull out of the conversation but you find yourself needing a distraction from the cute Yank on the other side of the counter. “So do you have any new film recommendations today?” Logan lets out a contemplative hum. “None that you haven't already seen.” You visibly deflate at his words. In the past, you have always been very strategic with when you visit and planned trips when there were new films showing.

However today you didn't look as if you were too wrapped up with just the thought of seeing Logan again. “Oh…” You let out an awkward laugh. “Well I guess you've turned me into a cinephile then.” You inwardly slap yourself at your words. Genius. You've all but outed your crush for him, you might as well get on one knee and start spouting sonnets. Logan's cheeks warm and he gains composure before he responds. “Is there, uh, anything else you can do near here? Go to the record store? He'll, my boss, know a killer bakery that he used to work at if you ever want any recommendations!” You almost feel like spilling your guts to Logan and revealing the true intention of your visits. “Well… In all honesty I've never really explored the rest of the mall, I've mainly stuck to the cinema.”

Logan perks up at your words. This could be his chance. He rubs his shiny palms on his trousers and shakily responds. “Well… I could show you around later if you'd like that?” 

You fight the urge to start grinning like a lovesick fool. “I think I'd really quite like that.” Logan's mouth turns into an uncontrollable toothy grin as he laughs in surprise. “Great. Yeah. Amazing. I can't wait!” You giggle at his cute rambling. “What time do you get off?”

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The two of you sit in content silence. “This was great.” You eagerly nod at the man sitting opposite you as you take another scoop of your plain froyo. “It was truly amazing. Thank you and I hope we can do it again.” He smiles softly at you (despite how often he's done it throughout the evening, you still feel butterflies erupt in your stomach). He replies softly. “I'd love that.” He waves to one of the supervisors (who is involved in a conversation with clearly too much sexual tension with a curly haired man, clearly another supervisor if the badge was anything to look at). She catches Logan's eyeline and nods. After the two of you have paid (Logan insisted that it was his duty to pay) and left the restaurant, you walk around arm in arm with the man with a new found confidence. 

“So where to next time? Is it a bit too on the nose to suggest a movie date next time?” Logan laughs breathily as he pulls you into his side. “Sweetheart, I think you've seen enough films to last you a lifetime.” 

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Jenson watches as his favourite worker leans over the counter with a wide grin on his face. He thinks back to a similar time when him and his partner were also like that. As you quickly lean in to peck Logan's nose, the older man can't help but feel a sense of pride for the man almost like his son and a sense of joy for your blossoming relationship; which very clearly is the best thing for the both of you. 

Logan glances up at the clock every few minutes. His eagerness to clock off makes you giggle. “What's got you so tense?” His face softens. “Sorry. I just really want to take my gorgeous girlfriend to this new shop that's just opened up.” You fight the urge to blush and instead just tilt your head playfully. “Really? What does she look like, maybe I've seen her before.” You glance around and consequently don't notice Logan scrambling over the counter and engulfing you in a large embrace. “Hmmm… I think I've found her.” Your protests get lost in the laughter as the two of you each off, Logan's shift finally at its end.

Jenson watches the two of you exit the building, arm in arm with lovestruck expressions on your faces. Gosh, you were adorable. And gosh he was going to have to do Logan's job and refill the slushy machine…for the third time this week. 

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Yourusername

Yourusername: Guys, I have to finally come out and admit it, this is the “view” I went to the cinema for.

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Yourbestfriend: 😐Simp😐 Also Logan I am out for your blood

↳Logansargeant: What. Why!?!

↳Yourbestfriend: You took my wife from me😫

↳Logansargeant: My wife now (soon)🙂

↳Yourusername: Awww Lo, Ilysm❤❤

Logansargeant: Who is that handsome man?

↳Yourusername: He has a gf, sorry :/

↳Logansargeant: Is his girlfriend single because she is gorgeous?😍😍😍

↳Yourusername: Depends on who's asking🤨

Alexalbon: Awww! So cute to see you together after Logan spent weekends raving about you

↳Logansargeant: Nuh uh

↳Oscarpiastri: fym nuh uh?

↳Yourusername: Aww Lo. You raved about me?

↳Logansargeant: Of course baby how could I not💙

↳Yourusername: You're adorable

↳Oscarpiastri: 😐🤮

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Logansargeant

Logansargeant: Finally made me change my ways (also if you see this and you're Jenson then we aren't breaking any cinema policies and see you on Monday)!!!

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Yourusername: Oh my gosh that photo of us outside the cinema turned out so cute❤❤

↳Logansargeant: Only because you're in it💙

↳Yourusername: Charmer…

↳Logansargeant: What can I say? It's the only thing to do when you have such a gorgeous girlfriend😉

↳Yourusername: Lo stop. I'm actually giggling and blushing rn wtf

Oscarpiatri: is this what you do on company time now

↳Logansargeant: I'm afraid so Osc

↳Oscarpiastri: does this mean you'll put a staff discount on my tickets now, finally

↳Logansargeant: Sorry Osc, I don't think I'm allowed

↳Oscarpiastri: oh but your gf has been getting it since before you even started dating!?!?!

↳Yourusername: Awww Lo, really? That's so sweet (and explains the cheap tickets now)

↳Logansargeant: What can I say babe? I've been whipped from the start

Jensonbutton: I suppose I can Ignore the fact that you had your phone out in the cinema room just this once.

↳Logansargeant: And this is why you ate my favourite boss!

↳Jensonbutton: You only have one boss…

↳Logansargeant: So you truly are the best!

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[wasabijean]

‼️ART FOR DONATIONS TO PALESTINIAN FUNDRAISERS‼️

Hello! A few days ago I began kickstarting my own personal Art for Palestine Campaign on Twitter, and I’m bringing it over to Tumblr as well! By donating to the fundraisers linked below, I will draw you something!

Details on how to help are here!!⬇���⬇️

First, send proof of donation to this google form (I require a screenshot of receipt with name, amount donated and who you donated to.)

After receiving your form, I will then DM you on Tumblr, to let you know your place in queue on trello, and the Estimated time of completion for your art! I will send WIPs if asked.

Here is what to expect based on how much you donate, example drawings are in the google form, or search #my-art tag on my blog.

$1 - traditional full page notebook sketches

$5 - digital messy sketch 

$10 - digital clean sketch black & white/monocolor shading

$15 - digital clean sketch with color

$30 - (2 people) digital clean sketch and color

($40 - Three people)

($50 - Four people)

$60 - Clean Rendered Portrait (simple background, bust up)

$100 - Clean Rendered Full body, full background, full color

5. And here is the list of fundraisers participating, please donate to ALL of them, not just one!

Aya & Mohammed - Both torn by the occupation, them and their families are trying to evacuate Gaza. Mohammed is a survivor of IOF imprisonment for 20 days without outside contact.

Farah & her family - A 20-year-old english translator studying at Al Azhar University, Farah is young and has already gone through much. She and her family are trying to cross the border in Rafah.

Mahmoud Mush - A Palestinian graduate with dreams of establishing his Bakery, all his work undone by the bombings. He is determined to rebuild and pursue his dream no matter what.

Dounia Tanani & her family - A Palestinian mother who graduated as a translator and has been left homeless like many others. She and her family are trying to evacuate Gaza and begin a new life to raise her child.

Ahmed Almofty & his family - He is a recent graduate in Gaza with a promising future, and now he has no home or possessions. Ahmed's future relies on rebuilding his families lives.

Sondos Maher & her family - She is a 27 year old mother of three children who runs a family vlogging channel and now is trying to get them out of Gaza.

Nagham & her family - She is a third year medical student in Gaza who hopes to escape to Canada where her Gaza-born brother, Yasmeen, resides. To start her life anew for her and her family, they need to be evacuated!

Issa & family - They are apart of a family of 6, two of which are college students, while their youngest child is 12 years old. They are trying to evacuate and continue their children's education!

Hafez & his daughters - He is a father two young and bright girls, Malak, a 5-year-old with a love for school and his baby Habiba, born during the occupation. Please donate so they stay healthy!

Mostfa and his family – A young Palestinian body builder who has broke many records and set a precedent for his community, he and his family suffers from the occupation and sickness caused by it.

I will add more fundraisers for those who would like to participate, just tell me and I will add on to this via reblog. Palestine will be free, and it starts with helping the people who need freeing.

[starsomens]

Reader and Noah on the day of their wedding!!

Like maybe from their povs? Like individual? Maybe they do a first look or one of them gets nervous so one of them goes to the other end they hold hands without looking, you know what I mean???

If you understand thank you love😭

A/N: AHHH so adorable! I guess I kinda mushed 2 ideas together??

You were pacing back and forth in the dressing room of the venue, nerves getting the better of you. Your makeup was flawless, your hair styled perfectly. The dress? It hugged your figure like a dream, making you feel like royalty. Yet, amidst this perfection, you were a bundle of nerves. Your hands trembled, the words of your vows tangled on your tongue, and you couldn't believe you were sweating enough to risk your makeup.

"Y/N, you're going to do just fine!" "we'll be there to remind you anyway!" "Noah's gonna love anything you say to him hon"

It was undeniable that your friends were an incredible support system during such a time. As you reviewed your vows, you hoped to recite them from memory, yet you were very aware that the paper would be necessary. Amidst your reading, your phone vibrated on the table. Approaching, you noticed Nick was calling. The plan was for you and Noah to stay out of contact before the wedding, but it seemed Noah had assigned Nick to keep in touch with you, just in case.

"Hello?"

"hey Y/N..so we may have a bit of a situation and the ceremony starts in an hour," Nick gets right to the point "nothing bad just nerves..."

Crap.

"Can I talk to him Nick?" You asked starting to worry about your soon to be husband

"Well that's what I was going to ask," he says "he wanted to know if you two can meet?"

"Meet? But-"

"I know, the seeing part but just trust me on this. Neither of you will see one another but I think he really just needs to be in your presence right now..." you sigh feeling as if this was a bad omen (HA). What if he was getting cold feet? What if he didn't want to marry at all??

You take a deep breath and sigh "Alright Nick, I trust you. Where should I meet you guys?" you ask him

"We'll come to you, don't worry. See you soon," he said, and abruptly, the call ended. Despite the slight dilemma, you were relieved that Nick was there to assist him. You informed the girls about the situation and mentioned that you might need the room to yourself. About ten minutes later, a knock on your door prompted you to answer it. As you cracked open the door, you found no one there. It seemed odd, and just as you were about to step out, you heard Noah's voice.

“I’m here babe…..” he stuck his hand out to the right where he was hiding behind the wall where you couldn’t see him. Very, very clever, you take his hand in yours and lean against the frame

"Hey...." you said softly "what's going on baby? talk to me..." you gave him a small squeeze coxing him to speak

"I uh...I was practicing my vows and I was listening to my words and I just though like....how....what if....I can't live up to what...I want to give you?" he sighs

"What...what do you mean hon?"

"I mean...I want to give you everything you want and deserve, I want to be the best partner, I just want you to be happy and keep you happy.....what if I fail? What if I make you miserable instead?"

Oh God… this poor man. The urge to giggle at his concerns was there, but it was overshadowed by heartache over his lack of self-belief. You understood that marriage was a significant leap and wouldn't be flawless. Yet, it was him you wanted to brave it with, and no one else.

"Noah, darling…" you exhale deeply, intertwining his fingers with yours, "Do you remember our anniversary? You had this grand idea planned, but then it rained, our reservation fell through, and we just headed back home to order pizza, remember?"

"Yeah…" It wasn't his proudest moment; he had wanted to make it special, but it felt as though the world was against that. "I'm still sorry about that—"

"It was one of my favorite dates. Nothing was overpriced or extreme, and I always laugh and smile when I recall us getting caught in the rain together," you say, smiling at the memory of both of you giggling in the rain after being told your reservation was canceled. You both stood outside the restaurant, laughing under the downpour. "And how you indulged me with a kiss in the rain, just like in the movies. I remember sharing the story with my friends and feeling so giddy about the memory. The way you kissed and held me in the rain, and then we chose our favorite movie to watch afterward…"

“…did you actually like it?” He asked

"Apart from the proposal, it's my favorite memory of us. You don't need to be perfect because you already are perfect to me. Every flaw, every habit, everything you think you need to improve—I love all of it… I love you so much, Noah," he said softly, giving his hand a squeeze. You knew that sometimes he underestimated himself. He works tirelessly, striving to improve, yet he doesn't give himself enough credit, and that extends to everything he does in your relationship.

"our marriage won't be perfect, but it doesn't mean we won't work it out together, okay?"

"y-yeah...okay princess.." you hear a slight sniff

"Awhhh baby are you crying?"

"N-no! I have allergies!" Your only response was to giggle at his defense. You knew he could be emotional yet still try to conceal it. Raising your hand, you waited for him to notice your signal. He understood all too well and leaned his face into your hand. As your thumb gently caressed his cheekbone, he relaxed into your touch, turning his face to kiss your palm.

"I'm sorry-"

"Don't you dare apologize, Noah, instead I want you to wait or me at the alter and know that I'll be there...okay?"

“Okay……I love you Y/N.”

“I love you Noah….”

You both hesitantly let each other’s hands go knowing that the ceremony would be starting in about 20 minutes. However, matter, you’ve had this encounter with your soon to be husband, it was cut down to about 10. Which meant that Noah was now running down to the altar and you were putting on your finishing touches, grabbing your bouquet and making your way down to the entrance door.

First, the groomsmen and the bridesmaids walked down the aisle. You wait your turn, praying and hoping to whatever God or entity there is that you wouldn’t trip down the aisle and forget your vowels. All thoughts were followed by the flashing cameras provided by Bryan to capture some behind-the-scenes. Waving his hand above his head so that you can look his way and smile. Noah may or may have not told him to get extra pictures of you so that he can have to remember.

And now finally, it was time for you to walk down the aisle as the song you picked starts playing. Jolly had actually done the honors of playing the guitar of the song you and Noah had dedicated to yourselves and your relationship everyone as you start to walk down the aisle. Everybody in all and all smiles as they see you, enter with your gorgeous dress and a beautiful bouquet to match.

All of these eyes were trained on you, but all you could focus on was Noah the way he smiled and how his face would come down over his eyes as he tried to hold his back. Especially when it came to displaying his emotions in public, Noah was very good at it except for today. Today he saw the woman of his dreams, walking towards him, looking absolutely stunning in that moment as you make your last few steps to him and take his hand he cannot understand how someone like him so someone like you.

The song ends, and everybody takes a seat as the officiant speaks.

“We are here today witness the union between Noah and Y/N. Now, before we get to the vows, Noah had asked me to let you all know that despite his expression down, he is crying like a baby” your friends and family giggle as the officiant narrates Noah’s in her monologue “however, my part is going to be short. These two tell each other exactly what it is like to be in love,”

That was your signal to start

“Noah, you came into my life when I was in pieces and put me back together. He saw me for all of my broken heart and left me anyway. It didn’t scare you but it made you stay and I love you for that,” you take a breath as you blink away the tears and continue to speak “ Noah. You are my best friend and there is no one in this world. I would rather spend the rest of my life with I promise stay up late and wait for you to get home, I promise to make waffles with you the day you’re home after tour, but above all else I promise to love you endlessly even on the days that you don’t love yourself I will love you in your place”

No caresses the back of your palm with his thumb as he quietly mouths “Thank you baby,”

Noah then pulls out a paper slip that he had in the pocket of his tux and starts to read.

“ When I first met Y/N, I was actually way too scared to go and talk to her. So what I did was when her and her friend were looking, I threw a napkin with my name and number on it, hoping that she would text me, great plan right?” The crowd chuckles “ but somehow she found my social media instead because your friend is a damn FBI agent. I am so glad that she did, because now I don’t hesitate for a moment when it comes to her. I knew I was first together. I wanted you to be with me for the rest of our lives. I wanted to be the one to make you smile, the one to make you laugh and the ones to love you until my dying breath” you can already tell that you were crying, and you just didn’t care if it would mess up your make up. Hearing his declaration of love was enough to make you like a baby

“Y/N, you are the light of my life, and my reason to keep going. Even in death, I will find you and continue to hold and love you. And even in our next lives, I will find you again and love you more and more each time….i love you so so much…”

At this point, everyone in the crowd, including the officiant, were tears and moved by your words of love.

“ I think it’s very clear with the answers are but Noah do you take Y/N to be your wife as long as you both shall live ?”

“I fucking do”

“And do you Y/N, take Noah to be your husband for as long as you both shall live?”

“I do…”

“Then By the power invest of me, but the state of California, I am not your husband in life. You may kiss the bride.”

Noah did not have to be told twice as he pulled you in close by your waist. His other hand coming to the back of your head as he crashes his lips onto yours. Your friends and family, roaring and celebration, as collapse, and she filled the room. But in the moment, everything went silent as you and Noah had finally, tied the knot pull back slightly and whispers to you

“ Mrs. Sebastian now…”

“ you’re my husband now,”

“Yes I am,” he smiles as he goes in for another kiss. Finally, you were his and he was yours.

[neteyamssyulang]

Supernatural

Day 2

Pairing: Incubus Adult Neteyam x Fem tawtute reader

Warnings: P in V, Dub con, Dom Neteyam, Sub Reader, Rough Neteyam, Creampie.

Word count: 832

Translation(s): Paskalin -> Honey, Yawne -> Beloved

Tagging: @teyamshuman @hidden-snow @anemonelovesfiction @ikeyniofthetayrangi @itchaboi-itchyboy @kia-wolfie @aria-tempest @loaksulluyswife

“These dreams.. they’ve been so- weird the last few days, it’s hard to explain but the dream always starts off normal but then it always ends up with this blue alien fucking my brains out and I wake up being sore between my legs.” You spoke softly, looking between your friends who were rolling their eyes.

Tanya, one of your friends, eventually spoke up “Yeah right y/n” she scoffed, “I think someone has been watching the avatar movies wayyy too much” Jessie, your other friend, added in.

Now they weren’t wrong, you loved to binge watch all the movies but it does not explain why you have the same dream every single damn night.

You went to open your mouth to speak but Jessie cut you off immediately, “Look y/n, we’re gonna go home now but I suggest seeing a therapist or something because your losing it babe”

They gave you both a pitiful smile and got off the couch, walked out the living room, opened the door and left closing it behind them.

Maybe they did have a point, maybe you were losing it.

Or maybe you weren’t.

An hour passed and you got ready for bed, doing your nightly routine but also putting a camera on your dresser facing your bed. Now you’ll finally have proof that your not crazy.

As always, you fell asleep instantly after getting into your warm, cozy, bed.

Your dream started off different this time, you were laying down in the huge fancy bed but no one was in the room with you.

Or so you thought.

“Miss me already paskalin?” Neteyam purred next to you, your breath hitched as you felt his cold hands on your skin, tracing patterns along your stomach before moving his hand down between your legs, swiping a single digit across your folds.

He smirked feeling how wet you already are “Yeah, guess you did miss me.” Before you could register anything, he pinned you down and crawled ontop of you, his cock already hard and leaking pre-cum onto your thigh.

“Wait wait!” You pleaded, pushing at his chest “Wait for what pet? You don’t want this?” He asked completely unfazed, placing one of your legs around his waist and swiped his cockhead teasingly against your slick folds.

“I.. I don- shit!” You screamed as he plunged his cock inside you, small grunts leaving his lips as your walls squeezed tightly around his thick shaft.

Once Neteyam finally bottomed out, he stayed still for a few moments just admiring you. How beautiful you looked underneath him with your eyes squeezed shut and mouth slightly agape trying to adjust to his size.

Doesn’t matter if you took him multiple times before, each time felt like your first time all over again.

Slowly he began moving his hips, his cock dragging against your gummy walls, coaxing out beautiful moans from your lips.

“Nothing to say now huh?” He chuckled, picking up the pace, his hips slapping against yours. “Ungh! Fuck teyam!” You mewled, his cock was hitting all the right spots inside you, making you see stars.

Your hands went to his arms, digging your nails into him making him groan. The sting was oh so delicious and only encouraged him to push deeper into you.

Neteyam leaned down, his hot breath fanning over your ear as he whispered “Your all mine y/n, mine. No one will ever get to have you besides me.”

Your walls clenched around him at his words making his lips tug up into a smirk, “You want that? To be all mine yawne?”

By now your mind has turned to mush, all you could think of was how good Neteyam was fucking you.

“P-please..” you slurred, already feeling your climax approaching rapidly. Leaning back up, he bit his lip and wrapped his tail around your thigh. Fuck you felt like heaven to him, it was only a matter of time before you would be his completely.

With one particular hard thrust your breath hitched and you came hard, gushing around his cock. Feeling your walls clenching tightly around him, Neteyam groaned, painting your gummy walls white.

Your eyes began to slowly flutter shut as he slowly began to withdraw himself from you, “Till next time, little one” he murmured.

You woke up to your alarm going off around 7:30, groaning you opened you eyes and sat up slowly, wincing at the familiar pain between your legs.

Quickly you got out of bed and went to the camera, grabbing it off your dresser. Stopping the recording you sat back down onto the bed and played back the footage you caught.

Holy shit- no..it couldn’t be..

He was actually there, fucking your unconscious body while glancing towards the camera.

Once Neteyam was done and pulled out, he got off the bed, walked to the camera and crouched down.

“Did you enjoy the show darling?” He grinned, sending a wink towards the camera.

[aziraphales-library]

It is weird but are there any Aziracrow face sitting fics? I was sure face sitting is a literal joke and now i somehow cant take that it actually IS a thing, reading something would make me more comfortable with it, i think...

Thank you for your work and have a nice day!

Here are some face-sitting fics...

taste his precious fruits by animeangelriku (E)

“You must be terribly sensitive…” His hands have moved from Crowley’s back to his hips, perfectly manicured nails scratching his sides all the while, and his grip is possessive, craving. “But I would so love to taste you one more time.” Aziraphale bites the flesh slightly lower from where his mouth last was, just a few kisses away from where Crowley’s plump lips must be glistening with arousal. “My dear, will you give me one more? Will you do that for me?” Not can you. Will you. Crowley already knows he will.

picture it soft by perilit (E)

Crowley has noticed, certainly, the way that tattered waistcoat puckers a bit around the angel’s sides these days, the way the seat of those trousers fits more snugly than before. He’s had to excuse himself from the room more than once because of it, thoughts reduced to mush at the barest glimpse of the fuller curve of Aziraphale’s arms. Shameless body worship.

Tucking In / Playing With Your Food by ashaydamn (E)

Above all, Aziraphale had taken the keenest liking to the taste of Crowley’s cunt. Though, ‘liking’ was not a strong enough word - he adored it, craved it, was an absolute glutton for it. From the first touch of his tongue to those throbbing folds, he was insatiable, devouring Crowley like the starved creature he’d been before that fateful night in Job’s cellar. After all, he had certainly been hungry for more than just food. Aziraphale enjoyed Crowley the same way he enjoyed a meal - ravenously. -- Of course, nothing made Crowley happier than watching his angel cum. His body would light up - sometimes literally - with a sort of pure, unadulterated joy, and the sounds he’d make then could rival the oeuvre of any composer in the known universe. But, Crowley had found it markedly difficult to resist his innate ophidian biology on the journey to said ecstasy - though frankly, he’d also discovered that indulging in it from time-to-time ultimately fostered a uniquely euphoric experience for them both. Crowley’s a snake - he likes to play with his food. -- In which Aziraphale indulges in his favorite meal, then Crowley has a go at making his angel see stars.

love me like you know me by 11min_min11 (E)

Crowley and Aziraphale have just moved into a small town and decide to go to the fair that's running today, to get to know the locals a little better. When they come home, they decide to get to know each other a little better. Not that there's much left to know.

We Live With No Lies by MovesLikeBucky (E)

“What?  Got somethin’ on my face?” “No, it’s just, well…” Aziraphale sets his glass down on the table and fidgets with his signet ring, “I wonder if you might allow me to assist you.” “What?” “With your boots, my dear,” Aziraphale is doing his level best to look anywhere but at Crowley’s face.  “I daresay you seem very exhausted, and I could quite easily help you with them.  If you’d like.” --- What starts as a simple favor turns into so much more.

Gibraltar May Tumble by adverbian (E)

A little first-time (extremely soft) light bondage on a rainy afternoon, with feelings and tenderness and love. It was an ancient dream, old as the Garden and a vine that had twined around two branches together, dangerous as the offer of a sheltering wing. But in this quiet cottage, in this bedroom looking out to the hills and the sea and the sky, certain things were proving possible, after all.

- Mod D

[dira333]

Sleepwalker - Kaminari Denki x Reader

If you voted Kaminari against Tensei in my poll, this is for you.

Words: 9k - This is a time skip work. Everyone from Class 1-A and 1-B is about 21/22. Have fun. Join My Taglist

In the faint orange light of a street lamp, you can barely make out the edge of the bed.

Wherever you are, it’s warm, dark and it absolutely reeks of alcohol and sweat.

An arm is slung around you, the pale skin reflecting what little light there is. 

For a moment you consider that you’re dreaming. After all, the last time you woke up in an unfamiliar bed happened… never. But pinching yourself doesn’t work. The arm stays.

You turn your head a little, hoping that you might be able to see some more of the person attached to it. Blonde hair, bright enough to catch even the smallest amount of light. The face attached to it is mushed against the side of your chest. 

Thankfully, you’re wearing a shirt.

Okay… you’re pretty sure other girls have found themselves in similar predicaments. Just because it hasn’t happened to you before doesn’t mean- The guy burps. 

The smell is revolting and you flinch away from him, slipping out of his grasp. 

You’re free, but now he’s waking up too, groaning as he rubs his hands over his eyes.

“What’s going on?” He manages to slur in the time it takes for your feet to find the floor. A sharp pain cuts through the haze in your head - and through your foot.

You curse so loudly that even his next-door neighbor must have woken up. The light still doesn’t flicker on.

“Come back to bed,” the guy says instead and whoever he is, you want to smack him so hard he forgets his own name.

“Get out of bed!” You demand instead, hands pressed onto the mattress as you put all your weight onto your other foot. “I need help.”

“Help?!” There’s something in his voice now, alarmed and ready, and the next second the light’s are on, burning your eyes.

“Who are you?” The guy asks just as you pry your eyes open and let out something that might have been a scream or a gasp, but sounds a little like his burp from before.

“Chargebolt?” You ask, pain in your foot momentarily forgotten. “You’re Chargebolt?”

“Who are you?” He asks again, hair standing up straight now. You wonder if he’s going to shock you, a civilian. He might if he thinks you broke into his apartment.

“I’m- shit, I… I woke up in your bed a few minutes ago. I don’t know how I got here but I stepped on something. I think I cut my leg.”

“What?” He moves toward you, squinting. “Yeah, that’s a lot of blood. What do you want me to do?”

You gasp. “Help me, of course. Disinfect it, put a bandage on, check if it needs stitches. You’re a hero, aren’t you?”

He laughs humorlessly. “Don’t you watch the News? Chargebolt got dropped from the Hero Charts.”

“Nonsense,” you bite back, “You went from Number 19 to Number 59. That’s not being dropped. You didn’t pull an Endeavour.”

He gapes, mouth open.

“Are you going to help me now, or what?”

It takes him a minute, but suddenly he’s back, crouching behind you as he examines your foot. His touch is gentle, but his commentary is not.

“This looks nasty… I might throw up… Ugh, there’s still Glass inside.” He gags and then there’s another sting of pain, so sharp you try to pull your foot away.

“Don’t,” his grip tightens. “I had only Vodka to disinfect it. Sorry if it burns.”

A few minutes later you sit on his bed again, foot pulled toward you, bandaged in a kitchen towel.

“You should let that get checked out,” he tells you, stumbling through the room. It’s a mess. Used clothes are hanging over upturned chairs, dirty Dishes in the sink, more than one broken glass on the floor.

“You live like this?” You ask just as he pours himself some Vodka in a coffee cup.

“Nah, villain attack.” He jokes, before sobering a little. “Just kidding. I got a little drunk last night and wanted to redecorate. Didn’t work so well. So… what brings you here? I don’t think I picked anyone up last night.”

“And if you had, it wouldn’t have been me,” you bite back. He grins. 

Chargebolt has always been handsome, his cheeky way of banter something you’ve envied all the way back to U.A. You wonder if he remembers you, but the business Classes never had much to do with the Hero Classes. And besides that, you didn’t stand out much, even less compared to what other people had to offer.

He still is handsome, three years after graduation, even when he’s obviously seen better days. 

“Come on,” he teases. “I’m not that bad.”

“I agree. Though you are pretty disgusting right now.”

His face falls for a second before a mask of indifference is carefully placed instead.

“Sorry,” he says, “You can leave if you want.”

“I will.” You tell him, before hesitating. “But you have to close your eyes.”

“I have to-” He laughs. “I have to close my eyes? Why?”

“I can’t use my Quirk when someone’s looking.” You press through your teeth, embarrassed beyond belief. But he does as he’s told, eyes fluttering shut. 

So you teleport away, taking with you a mystery and his blood-soaked kitchen towel.

This time, you’re hugging him. 

It takes you a minute at first, collecting yourself. 

The body is warm in your embrace, back turned to you, velvety strands of blonde hair tickling your skin. His hair smells good, like Bubblegum or something similar, though the rest of his body reeks of alcohol and sweat yet again.

As quietly as you can, you push yourself away from him, this time not taking the chance to step into whatever he has lying around.

Within minutes, your eyes get used to the dim light streaming in. The floor is mostly clean, though the laundry and dish situation still hasn’t cleared up. It’s been three days, has he cleaned in the meantime or not?

If he’d wake up now, he’d probably think that you really are just some weird fan stalking him. It certainly looks that way even though you have no idea why you’re here. You’ve had a proper grip on your Quirk for years.

With one last look at his sleeping form, you teleport back home.

The next time, Chargebolt is sleeping on your back. Yes, it’s as uncomfortable as it sounds, his chin pressed into your shoulder blade. He’s snoring and he’s heavy. You can’t very well slip out from under him - you’ve tried, with no success - and if you teleport in this position, you fear you’ll take him with you. Or at least parts of him. 

For a moment you consider just falling back asleep, letting him figure it out on his own when he wakes up.

But he’s either getting heavier, or you’re just not made to be a mattress, but sleep will not come. And anyway, when will he wake up on his own?

You sigh, turn your hand as far back as you can - and pinch him. Chargebolt lets out an adorable squeak before turning away, rolling off you in that single movement. He lands on his back, eyes open, gaze locking with yours.

“Hi,” he smiles. You slap him.

“What was that for?” He asks, rubbing his cheek.

“Dude,” you breathe out, “You’ve got to stop calling me here.”

“Calling you here?” He blinks. “I don’t think I called anyone. I don’t have the money to-”

“Not like that!” You huff, embarrassed. “I’m a Teleporter. I think you’re calling me here in some way. I don’t want to come here and be your pillow, you know.”

“Sure,” he huffs back, pulling the blanket toward him. “Put the blame on me.”

“Listen, I-”

“You can go.” He waves his hands around like he’s conducting a concert. “Thank you for your time.”

“Come on, I didn’t mean it like that.” It strikes you as odd that you’re now apologizing to him. For what, you don’t know.

But Chargebolt has already turned his head, faking a snore.

“I wouldn’t have woken you up this time,” you tell him, readying yourself to teleport, “But I didn’t want to risk teleporting you with me when I get back. So I had to wake you.”

“Wait,” his hands shoot out. “This time?”

You can feel his grip, but it moves through you, his action a little too late.

Well, you think, if this continues, he’ll get his chance to ask soon enough.

Chargebolt is spooning you. 

He left the lights on, doesn’t even wake when you slip out of his hold. With a sigh, you face the mess that he’s living in.

His ranking did not rise these last weeks. No one really seems to care for him after that botched mission. You read the articles, have seen the footage. You doubt anyone could have saved those people, but he’d just come out of that messy divorce, married for not even a year. People like Heroes who have stable families, who are model versions of what they want a human person to be.

And Chargebolt… Chargebolt is just human, imperfect, trying his best.

You can’t help but feel sorry for him.

With a sigh, you pick up the dirty socks next to the bed. Then a shirt. A pair of jeans with a ketchup stain. Soon, the washing machine is doing its thing and you’re piling dirty dishes into the dishwasher. 

Besides the mess, he’s living in a nice apartment. There’s memorabilia everywhere. Pictures are posted on the fridge, notes from friends taped to every single surface. 

“You need to eat, Dunceface!”

“Great job on that mission! Koji”

“Thank you for the tickets. I am indebted to you. Tokoyami.”

It shows you what you’ve already known. He has a life. There is a person behind the Hero.

As you open a cabinet, you find a class picture, presumably from his first year at U.A., taped to the inside of the door. He looks so carefree in it like he’s getting ready to tell a joke, knowing full well everyone’s going to hate it.

The memory washes over you like a Tidal Wave.

Him, laughing in the hallway. Some guy with dark hair and a wide grin facepalming by his side.

“Kaminari,” he groans. “That was awful.”

For a moment, your eyes catch his yellow ones, breath knocked out of you.

But his eyes move past you, like they usually do, the moment gone as quickly as it came.

Who are you kidding, you think to yourself, back in the present. He’s not the one calling you here. You’re the one still crushing on someone who’s always been out of reach.

You leave without another look back, vowing to yourself that you’re going to take your sleeping pills again. The guy’s going through enough, he doesn’t need you stalking him in your sleep.

“Slept well?” A voice asks. Your mind’s hazy, a byproduct of your sleeping pills. You groan and push yourself up, but your arms are like jello, so you faceplant into the pillows again.

Soft laughter rings out from somewhere behind you.

Slowly, slowly, like freshly brewed coffee trickling into a cup, your consciousness comes to life. 

“Oh shit,” you jump up when you realize where you are.

The apartment is filled with sunlight and Kaminari’s standing in the kitchen, a coffee cup in his hand.

“What time is it?” Your eyes race through the room, looking for a watch. “I need to- I’m going to be-”

“It’s Sunday.” He reminds you, laughing again when the air whooshes out of you in one swoop. 

“Coffee?” He asks. You nod, unable to grasp what’s happening.

“I’m really sorry, Kaminari,” you say, “I’ve been taking my sleeping pills again, I shouldn’t teleport without my knowledge.”

“How do you know my name?” There’s something in his voice, straining to get out. You sit up again, trying to catch his eyes, but he’s looking at the floor.

“I- I remembered it. We’re… well, I was… I was in your year, at the U.A. Business Class A.”

Kaminari lifts his head, squinting, brows furrowed. You don’t think you’ve changed much since then, but it’s been three years since you graduated.

“You’re the Calculator-Cutie,” he blurts out.

“What?”

“Minato named you that. He, uh… you slapped him with a Calculator once, when he tried something.”

Blood rushes to your head. 

“Wow,” you snark. “What a nickname.”

“Sorry,” he pulls a cup out from under the machine. “Coffee?”

Breakfast is an awkward affair. 

Kaminari serves you cereal with oat milk. “It doesn’t go bad as fast as regular milk,” he explains as he pours. Your eyes are locked on your food, but you can’t help but notice that he keeps staring.

“So, uh…” he starts eventually. “Does that happen to you often?”

“Not since I’ve mastered my Quirk.”

“And when did that happen?”

“When I was five.” You still cannot look at him. “Accidentally teleported a few times as a kid and it was embarrassing enough to get real good at it.”

“I don’t think you can say you’ve mastered it when you can’t do it when someone’s looking.”

That comment has you turn your head, glaring at him. “It’s hard, okay?! If you look at me I might get confused and teleport into you instead of where I want to go.”

“Into me?” He smirks. “Sounds nasty.”

You pout. “Whatever. I’m taking sleeping pills now, so I thought this should stop it. I don’t know why I’m still teleporting though. And why it’s always-” You stop yourself. You do have a hunch on why you always teleport to him. But he doesn’t need to know.

“I think I know.” Kaminari stretches like a lazy cat. He’s still lanky, not buffed up like Dynamight or Red Riot. You’ve always found that cute and it’s biting you in the ass now, as you can’t help but keep looking.

“You’re not curious what I know?” He asks, interrupting your starring session.

“I thought you’d tell me anyway,” you lie and he grins, somewhat proud.

“I decided to stop drinking.”

“And that’s why I’m here?”

“Shush, I’m getting to it. Anyway, I’ve decided to stop drinking, because of reasons, but I still got… well, a little sad yesterday. I had nothing alcoholic around, so I curled up in bed with a tub of ice cream and just like that, you plopped into existence next to me. You were snoring a lot, just so you know.”

“I teleported and you didn’t wake me up?!” Horror has crept into your voice. Kaminari’s proud smile doesn’t falter.

“I tried, but nothing could wake you. You could sleep through a fire with those sleeping pills. Mind giving me some?”

“Those are prescription only.” You point out, a little embarrassed. You do drool in your sleep, after all.

“Well, anyway, I guess you were right after all. I did call you here.” He doesn’t look apologetic at all, just a little… you’re not sure what kind of emotion it is that flickers over his face.

“You figured it out just like that?” You ask, hoping to get more information. If this is the truth, does that mean he likes you? No, no that can’t be it. After all, you’re you and he’s-

“Yeah,” the smirk slips off his lips for a second before he straightens, looking confident yet again. You doubt that it’s real. After all you’ve seen this mask of indifference on him before.

“Anyway, it’s not going to happen again. But thank you all the same for keeping me company. Can I get you an Uber home?”

“An Uber?”

“Yes.” Kaminari nods. “I mean, you could stay a little longer, but as you can tell, I can only offer you coffee.” He shakes the empty box of cereal.

“Oh, no-” you shake your head. What does he think of you? You’re not here to eat his food and waste his time. “I’m fine. I… An Uber would be nice, thank you.”

It’s only when you’re sitting in it, Kaminari’s apartment complex disappearing from your view - it’s odd to finally see the outside of it all, knowing that it’s not that far from your place ll - that you realize.

There are still some things missing. What made it possible for him to call you? Being sad? Really? But, you guess, if he knows how he did it and he promised not to do it again, you don’t really have anything to say. Even if you wouldn’t have minded being called over again, though in more pleasant circumstances.

Sakura opens the door to your office.

“Do you want a coffee before the new client arrives?”

“Yeah, that would be nice.” You close a folder and put it away. “Do we have some Matcha for Mugiwara-san? You know she only drinks that.”

“Yep, of course.” It only takes a minute for her to walk back through the door, hand you your coffee, and take a seat on the edge of your desk.

“So…” She flutters her pretty pink eyelashes at you, fresh new Sakura blossoms growing in her hair, a clear tell that she’s curious. “What did you do this weekend?”

“Nothing much,” you tell her, “I finished the proposal for Agawashi-san on Saturday and cleaned my kitchen on Sunday.”

“Mhm,” her squints. “If that’s so, why do you wear your shirt inside out?”

With a start, you look down at yourself. She laughs softly. 

“I’m usually the one who makes mistakes like that. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah,” you nod. “Just a fluke. I needed to take sleeping pills this weekend and you know how much they mess me up.”

“Aww,” she coos, turning from a little sister into a mothering hen just like that. “No more coffee after twelve for you, I’ll put it in the calendar.”

The doorbell rings and she slips from your desk, winking at you.

“I’ll distract them. Just come out and get them when you’ve turned your shirt around.”

You can hear them laughing through the door, Sakura’s talent of making people feel at ease calming your heartrate.

Until you open the door and come face to face with Kaminari.

The sound you make sounds more like a mouse facing a cat than an agent facing a client. He moves through the shock a little quicker than you, lips turning up into a smirk.

“Mugiwara-san,” you save yourself, moving for his agent. The woman must have taken him on recently, because last you’ve heard he was working with Hirano-san, the legend who brought Dynamight and Cellophane into the Top Ten.

“Hi,” she smiles. “Thanks for your taking us on so shortly. I’m just standing in for Hirano-san. He knows I’ve worked with you before.”

“Oh,” you blink, a little confused. “I would have worked with him just as well, but I-”

“Hirano-san,” Mugiwara-san continues at your confusion, “has seen your work for the Todoroki Family and was impressed. He wanted you to take on this special case.”

Your heart drops. Oh no.

“I don’t know if you remember me,” Kaminari dares to quip from your side at that moment, “But we went to school together. Same year, even though I was in the Hero Class and you went through Business. So if you’re not up to the Challenge of reforming my image, maybe you could do it for old-time-sake?”

You shoot him an angry glare. Sakura, who’s standing behind him, lets out a surprised squeak at the sight.

“Could we speak for a minute?” You snap, your tone harsher than you want it to be. “In private, Kaminari-san?”

He smiles. “Course. Lead the way.”

The door closes behind him with a Click. You can barely catch your breath, walking over to the windows overlooking the city.

“Are you out of your mind?” You ask, whisper yelling, too aware of the thin walls. “What are you doing here?”

“Getting my shit together,” Kaminari tells you, hands in the pockets of his jeans. He’s decently dressed and much too good-looking for your already anxious heart. The shirt he’s wearing is ironed, yet not tucked in, making him look small and big at the same time.

You twirl the hem of your shirt in between your fingers, tuck your lip behind your teeth, and think.

“Why me?” You ask after a minute. “After yesterday-”

“I didn’t know we’d be meeting you.” He admits. A light blush starts at the high point of his cheekbones and he moves to rub the back of his neck. “Called Bakugo last week because I needed some advice. He talked to Hirano-san. Said I really meant it this time.”

“You got Bakugo to vouch for you?” You ask, clearly remembering the Blonde’s temper. “Wow.”

“Yeah,” he smiles, a shy one this time that soars through your heart like a burning arrow. You actually move to rub your hand over it, as if that would help. 

“If this isn’t okay…” He hesitates. “If you don’t want to work with me or can’t, that’s okay, really. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

You take a breath. Think about working with him. Not just working, but working with him. You don’t want to do it, heart burning just at the thought of seeing him more often. Especially after this weekend.

But if you say no- you don’t let your brain follow that road.

“No,” you shake your head, “I’m fine. I’m a professional. I can do this.”

“Oh,” he laughs awkwardly. “Well, at least one of us is a professional.”

You eye him for a second. “Self-deprecating humor might work for the media.”

His mouth pulls into a fine line for a second before he nods. “Got it.”

Sakura slips in as soon as they have left, pushing a small take-out container onto your desk.

“Here. Thought you could need it.”

Warily you eye her through the fog of exhaustion before you open it, lips quirking up on their own at the sight of your favorite snack.

“You noticed?” You ask, before taking your first bite.

“You never lose your cool,” she quips, pulling a fully bloomed Sakura blossom from her hair and dropping it into the little bowl on the side of your table - you like the look of them there and her scalp gets itchy if she leaves them on for too long. “What happened? Did he flirt with you back in school?”

“No!” You huff and her pink eyes snap back to you with a speed that’s frightening.

“You have a crush on him,” she points out with painstaking accuracy. “Never thought that would be your type. No wonder you were completely cool with TetsuTetsu last month.”

“Why?” You furrow your brows. “What did he do?”

Sakura gapes, disbelieving laughter spilling out of her. “Are you shit- sorry, are you kidding me, Boss? He showed up practically naked, well, half-naked, and flirted with you the whole time and you didn’t even break a sweat.”

“He said that clothes restrict him.”

“Yeah, but showing up in skin-tight jeans and nothing else? Please! And the way he always put his hand on yours. And flexed! He flexed for you!”

“Yeah, because we were figuring out poses for the new posters.” You defend your Client. “And I know you know you’re not supposed to listen in on my sessions.”

Sakura purses her lips. “Sorry. It was just too juicy. I promise I’ll stop. I didn’t even listen today.”

“Mhm?” You eye her. “What did you hear?”

“Nothing, I swear.”

“Sakura.”

“Okay, so… do you really think that it’s a good idea for Chargebolt not to do an apology video?”

You eye her. “What do you think?”

“Well, it worked really well with Phantom Thief.”

“Yeah, because he’s a different character. Chargebolt’s best strategy is using his Charm and you can’t utilize it in a stiff apology video. You have to see him in action.”

Sakura’s brows are still furrowed.

“Remember when Hirano-san made Dynamight do the Spicy Wing Challenge after he blew up at the Reporter?”

“Oooooh!” Sakura’s face relaxes, a pink blush now adorning her cheeks. “I love that video. I have it saved and the amount of screenshots I took, you have no idea.”

“I do,” you disagree. “I do have an idea. That was my idea, by the way. I was working under Hirano-san at that time.”

Kaminari cannot handle spice.

His eyes start watering after the second wing and he’s full-on sobbing after the fifth, although that might have something to do with the questions he’s being asked. 

You’re watching him from behind the camera, only this relaxed because you know he has no idea you’re here.

He’s a honest guy, following your advice to a T. His ex-wife might not be the world's beloved character at the moment, but she has some fans. Not once does he discredit her, instead tells the tale of a young and much too rushed love, figuring out that you’re not fit for each other in between fighting villains and trying to climb the Hero Ranks.

“Milk’s not helping,” he chokes after the eighth wing, looking around for help. His eyes catch yours for a second, or maybe it’s just a flicker of dust he focuses on because you doubt he can notice you from this far away, against the bright lights blinding him. 

“Sorry,” his interviewer doesn’t sound sorry at all. “You know, what I’ve always wanted to ask you… that mission…”

Kaminari’s head falls forward. From where you’re standing it looks like he’s passed out. Even the interviewer looks freaked for a second, moving as if to shake him back to life when Kaminari straightens again, pale face covered in red spots.

“I questioned myself a lot after that one,” he admits. You didn’t tell him to be this honest, heart squeezing at his tone. “Went through the footage again and again. If I’d been a little quicker, a little smarter, a little stronger… I know I did all I could. That’s what they teach you, you know, at U.A. To always go beyond. Plus Ultra.” He stares down at the two remaining wings, sniffles a little. “During the war, we learned that sometimes that’s not enough. People still die even though you’ve done everything you could. It doesn’t make it any easier though. It just…” He hesitates before grabbing the ninth wing. “It just means we can’t give up. There are people depending on us.”

Tears are streaming down his face as he eats the two remaining wings in stoic silence, not once reaching for the milk.

You meet him backstage a few minutes later, handing him a bottle with a thick pink sludge inside.

“Drink this. Tastes disgusting but helps with the burns.”

“Didn’t know you were watching,” he says, words slightly slurred. He empties the bottle in one go, shivering at the taste.

“You did good,” you tell him, watching as he slouches forward as if hoping he’ll fall into you. Maybe you’re the one hoping. Who knows.

Heart knocking against your ribcage you reach out, curl one hand around his shoulder. He falls into you all at once, head knocking into yours, his weight so unexpected you barely catch yourself before you stumble.

Your mind, unable to quiet, reminds you of the people outside. Those who work for the studio and those who are just hoping to get a glimpse of him. 

You think of how broken he sounded, how heavy he leans into you.

“Want me to take you home?” You ask, voice so quiet you hope he might not have heard.

But you can feel him nod so you close your eyes, curl your other hand around his hip to pull him close, and think of the headrest of his bed and the window to its left.

You land with your left leg on the mattress and your right on the floor, stumbling and landing on your back, his body falling onto yours.

Spots flicker in front of your eyes. It’s been a while since you’ve teleported more than just your own body and even then it had been a much shorter distance.

“You good?” You hear him ask, make out his face in between the fireworks going off in front of your eyes.

“Yeah,” you croak. “Just give me a minute.”

“I’ve got ice cream,” he offers, moving off of you. “You want some?”

“What kind?” You ask because you know that sugar will help. Never mind the fact that you should go back right now, that using your Quirk as a Civilian is technically illegal.

“Orange Soda Popsicles, Chocolate with Chili - nevermind that flavor - and Mint Chocolate Chip.”

“I’ll take a Popsicle. You’ve got no taste by the way.”

“Excuse me,” he bites back with a laugh. “I didn’t know you’re the ice cream police.”

“Well, now you know.”

You’re not the least bit surprised when you turn up in his bed that night.

Kaminari’s asleep, one arm slung around your torso, his face pressed against your ribcage, your arm falling asleep under the weight of his head. 

He’s not smelling of alcohol, the scent of his bubblegum shampoo tickling your nose instead.

You think about slipping out of his grasp for a minute, feel guilty when you don’t move at all.

But he’d been brave that day, opened himself to a word that’s too cruel some days and a lot more careless the rest of the time. If your free hand dares to curl itself into the softness of his hair, tuck a strand behind his ear, and listen to him sniffle, you’ll take that secret to the grave with you.

---

Chargebolt has moved to Number 48. It’s been a slow rise, but you’ve learned to trust that to last longer.

Kaminari is a regular visitor in your office now, showing up at least once a week to bother you with questions he could ask over E-mail. 

You’re a regular visitor in his bedroom too, always leaving before the morning dawns. If he knows that he’s calling you, that you let him curl into you in the middle of the night, he’s not saying anything.

“What about this?” Kaminari is pulling up a picture. “As a profile pic?”

“I’m not looking at another one of your thirst traps,” you tell him, eyes on your monitor. 

“It’s not a thirst trap… Come on, at least look at it.”

You huff a sigh before turning, coming face to face with his phone. Just like you’d guessed it’s a picture of him, posing in front of the Gym Mirror, flexing.

“It’s a thirst trap,” you tell him, voice empty. “And not a good one.”

“Oh, come on!” He pouts. “I doubled the weight I’m lifting. Even Bakugo said he noticed something.”

“How did he phrase it?” You ask, going through your emails now. Is that- You hesitate, mouse hovering over it. Kaminari’s telling you something, but you don’t hear it, eyes flickering over the short text.

“And then he said-”

“You’ve got the job.”

“Huh?”

“I said you’ve got the job. I secured you a part in Vine’s newest ad campaign.”

“Vine?” Kaminari looks a little lost. “What’s she making ads for?”

“Herself. She’s well-liked, known to have high morals and every single person she worked with has skyrocketed after the job. This might get you into the twenties. If you keep doing your work instead of hanging around here showing me thirst traps you can take it the rest of the way on your own.”

“But-” Kaminari hesitates. “Fine, I’ll do it.”

“Wait.” You turn to get a closer look. “You don’t sound happy. What is it?”

“No, no, it’s fine.” He waves you off but you like to think you’ve gotten to know him a little better.

“You’re lying. What is it?”

Kaminari huffs, his eyes wandering from left to right, crossing your office without ever meeting you.

“Do you want to get rid of me?” He asks, pouting. It’s unfair how adorable that looks on him.

A joke’s sitting on the tip of your tongue but you can’t bring yourself to say it. What if he’s being serious for once?

“No,” you say, glad that he’s not looking at you. Your heart is hammering in your chest. “I like your company.”

His eyes shoot over to you, a little too quickly to avoid it. You swallow thickly, unable to clear your throat when his left hand curls around your right.

“Will you come watch?” He asks and you nod, unable to do anything else. 

A shy smile breaks out on his face, lighting up his eyes in a way that has your stomach lift and turn in on itself, pins and needles in your legs. 

If Kaminari’s having this kind of effect on you, should you really be working with him?

Vine’s gorgeous. You knew that way before you applied for a chance to work with her.

You still remember coming across her in the hallways of U.A., something like envy writhing in your blood. If you looked like her, maybe people would notice you. 

And she’s nice too, something you’ve learned during the projects you worked on. She’d been one of your clients right after, trusting your judgment when you’d advised her to take Agawashi-san as her agent, to not sell herself for anything she didn’t believe in.

You might consider her something like a friend, or rather a friendly acquaintance, though you don’t see yourself on her level, always a few steps behind, trying to figure out what it is you’re lacking.

“So nice to see you!” She greets you with a hug. You’re a little early, as usual, handing her the little potted plant you got on the way. She coos over your choice, something like pride washing over you.

There are things you’re good at. You know how to build and keep an image, how to make and break business. And you’re an excellent gift-giver. 

“We really need to catch up sometimes,” Shiozaki says, ushering you into her dressing room. “Don’t you want to join us for drinks this weekend? We’re going out Saturday night, even the girls from 1-A are going to be there, you know? Ochako, Mina, oh, what was the name of the one with dark hair?”

“Jirou? Asui? Or Yaoyorozu?”

“Yes and yes. Ah, you’re so good with names. I’m missing someone too, they’ve got six girls.”

“Hagakure. Quirk Invisibilty.”

Shiozaki smiles. “Thank you. Are you going to come? Oh, no, do we really have to start already?” She sends you an apologetic look as staff swarms the room, pulling at her hair, her clothes, lifting eyeshadow palettes to her face to check.

“I’m going to wait outside,” you say, glad you don’t have to answer her question. Should you come? It feels nice to be invited for once. But what would you talk about with all those girls and their exciting careers? You don’t think they’re going to ask for your advice, they’re all successful in their own right.

“Oh, you’re here already?” Kaminari stops you in the hallways, almost blinding you with his getup.

From the jacket to the shoes, he’s a wild mix of colors. His pants look like they’ve been cut out of a giant chess board and the hoodie he wears under his open jacket is neon green with a weird picture on the front. It should look hideous, but it doesn’t. Maybe it’s the bright, star-shaped glasses that he’s wearing, that complete the look and have your heart thumping in your throat. His outfit screams his name and you do the same, although a little quieter.

“Yeah, it’s me.” He’s grinning, his whole face lighting up with his mood. Oh if only you could pour that into mason jars, close them up, and store them for the lonely days that are sure to come.

“What do you think of this fit?” He asks, twirling in front of you and going as far as to blow you a kiss. “I’ve not been drunk for over a month and I’m cutting back on the ice cream too. But I didn’t want to buy this as a reward but rather as, like, a guidebook. To stay slaying, you know?”

You make a sound that’s halfway between a snort and a sob.

He looks at you, grinning, waiting for an answer.

“You look good,” you say, because anything less would be a lie but you can’t bring yourself to tell him how good he really looks.

Not that it’s necessary anyway. Behind you, a door opens.

“Oh, you’re here, Kaminari!” Vine’s voice is soft and melodic and turning towards her has you feeling like Cinderella’s step sisters. You thought you looked decent until she showed up.

She’s not even wearing anything fancy, yet, but her long green hair and the flutter of her eyelashes have you draw into yourself.

“I’m going to check on the photographers,” you excuse yourself, pulling your phone out of your pocket as you march past Kaminari, not daring to throw a look back.

“Drinks?” You text Sakura, sending a begging Emoji right after. She accepts.

-

“Wanna talk about it?” Sakura asks, pushing yet another ridiculously colorful cocktail into your hands. “The last time you were so desperate to get drunk you accidentally bought the wrong underwear for What-was-his-name?”

“His name was Tsunagu Hakamada and we do not talk about this period of my life,” you hiss, gulping down the fruity concoction. You can barely taste the alcohol in this.

“Yeah, but I’m sure it’s not as bad as that time. Not that that time was even that bad. What happened? Did you trip on one of Vine’s vines?” She gasps, pressing a hand against her mouth. “Don’t tell me Chargebolt short-circuited something and they think it’s your fault!”

You huff.

“Sakura,” you ask her in all seriousness, “Remember how I caught you snooping around for Dynamights personal number?”

She blushes. “Yeah?”

“If you keep what I’m telling you now a secret, we’ll be even. You no longer owe me anything. Not that you ever really did.”

Red dots appear on her pale skin. “It’s as bad as that? Really? Oh, I’m so invested now. Pray tell!”

Quietly, barely audible over the loud music, you tell her. Not about today, even though it’s still running hammock in your brain, but about the night that started it all. About you finding yourself in Kaminari’s bed.

Her reactions are just what you expected them to be, incredulous gasps and her hands reaching for your arm, anything to hang onto as she listens. Thin branches grow from her hair, a clear sing that she’s not just intrigued, but downright curious. It looks almost like antlers, the way they form a halo around her head, Sakura blossoms in full bloom.

“He’s into you,” she says, fully convinced when you end. “That’s why he shows up so often! I mean he even brings in your favorite snacks and drinks nowadays!”

“Nonsense,” you say, throat dry at the thought. “He’s just being nice.”

“If he didn’t want to, he wouldn’t,” Sakura disagrees. “Why are you so convinced that noone likes you?”

You draw back, face hurting as if she slapped you.

“I’m getting another drink,” you excuse yourself from the table, slip away before she can say anything more.

It’s not part of the Quirk, you don’t think.

After all, your mother had it too, but she never mentioned it as a package deal. You can go everywhere you want, but no one’s going to take notice of you, ever.

It’s just you, being the way you are. Boring. 

And maybe it’s the alcohol or the bright lights or literally everything else, but you can’t help but get lost in your mind.

“That’s it, that’s the look!” You hear on your left, your hands clenched in your lap.

Shiozaki’s beautiful in her flowing white dress. She looks like a bride or an angel, nothing but a halo missing. Kaminari’s on his knees, looking up at her like the lovesick fool he should be. You’re going to be sick.

But you don’t, because you’re a professional.

Still, it feels like a part of you is missing in every conversation. As if your heart got up and left the room, your answers come a little mechanically. Kaminari in a form-fitting suit, winking into the Camera. Kaminari in a vintage outfit, missing just the white horse to play the prince coming to Shiozaki’s rescue. And finally, Kaminari in his own outfit, star-shaped glasses reflecting the light.

They look like a lovely couple, you can’t help but think, can’t help but overhear from the people milling around. And it doesn’t matter that he slept curled against your side last night.

You leave right after, in the Chaos of packing everything up.

It’s not like Shiozaki really wanted to invite you over for Drinks. She’s just polite.

It’s not like Kaminari will notice you missing. After all, he’s good friends with Shiozaki, better than you might have thought when you asked for the opportunity. 

You can see it in the way they talk, laugh about shared history. 

“Hey, watch where you’re going!” Someone yells in your face and you snap out of the memory, blink into the furious face of someone you must have run into. His shirt is drenched. Is that your fault?

“Sorry,” you mumble, “Can I buy you a drink?”

“It’s the least you can do!” He grunts, grabbing your arm and dragging you along, to the bar where he orders.

You almost disappear next to his height, watching his drink being made while feeling eerily distant.

The guy curses loudly. You turn, expecting yet another drink to go to waste. But he’s looking at the TV mounted over the Bar. You think it played Music Videos earlier, which is a little weird considering the Club itself is playing music, but now it’s showing the News.

Even without sound, it’s not that hard to catch on. A fight broke out downtown, damaging a few of the buildings. As the heavily damaged structure of a building is shown, the Logos of the Heroes at the scene are listed. Dynamight, Tailman, Tsukuyomi. Suddenly the camera cuts back to the News Lady, her face showing concern. And as if to mock you, the bright yellow Logo of Chargebolt appears on screen, coupled with a few shots of Dynamight yelling at a Fireman and Tailman’s concerned face. What is going on?”

“There you are!” Sakura appears at your side. “Did you order?”

“Kaminari!” You say instead, pointing at the TV. “I don’t know what they’re saying.”

“What?” Sakura blinks, looking up, her pink brows furrowed. “Uh. Someone’s buried, I think. Uh. They’re working on getting them out.”

“Kaminari,” you breathe, the thought clear even in your slightly hazy mind. “He’s in danger.”

“Are you sure?” Sakura’s eyes move from you to the TV. “Ah, now they’re covering the Villain Attack instead. He’s a Pro, though, right? I’m sure he’s fine. He’s got his friends with him.”

“No,” you shake your head, your legs a little heavy from the drinks you’ve already consumed. “I’m sure he’s in danger. I’m going to save him.”

“Save him?” Sakura turns. “What are you talking about? You don’t-”

“Here,” you push your credit card into her hands. “I spilled this guy’s drink, you need to pay for it. And… And get yourself another drink too. I’m going to go save him.”

“Please, don’t-” You don’t hear the rest of the sentence, the lights of the Club already flickering in front of your eyes.

You fall heavy against a warm body, knocking the air out of them.

“Kaminari?” You ask, trying to move your legs. They feel like pudding and you’re not sure if the alcohol or the traveled distance is to blame. “Is that you?”

“Y-yeah?” Warm hands grab yours, pulling you up. “What are you doing here? Oh my god, were you in here when the attack happened?”

You hiccup. There’s barely any light filtering in, but dirt’s smeared across his nose and there’s a cut in his brow.

“Are you okay?” You ask, trying to lift your hand to wipe the dirt off his face but your hands are stuck. You blink, a little confused, and try to get them free.

“Are you okay?” He asks back, concern heavy in his voice. “Do you need sugar? Sit down?”

“I think I’m a little drunk,” you explain. “I’ve never teleported when I was tipsy. I think it doesn’t mix well.”

“You don’t say.” He sighs. “Why did you teleport here? Can you teleport home? It’s not safe for you to be here.”

“I’m here to save you,” you explain. “If you hold onto me I can get us out.”

“I can get us out,” Kaminari disagrees. “Come on, stay with me. I’m working on getting the elevator back on, there are some guys trapped inside.”

“Oh,” you make, sinking onto the floor. You feel dumb.

“Here,” Kaminari pats around his pants, comes up with a pretty bashed-up chocolate bar. “Eat this. Sugar helps, right?”

He opens the package, breaks a piece off, and presses it against your lips until you open them. It feels as if he’s grinning, even though you can’t tell in the darkness.

Shame and relief, exhaustion, and the unique shiver of tipsiness wash over you.

You barely manage to swallow the first bite before you slump.

“Are you falling asleep?” Kaminari asks, his voice soft like a blanket.

“Don’t snore,” you tell him off, your last thought nothing but an order to your hands to curl into the pillow. 

“Ah, sleeping beauty is coming back to life,” someone says as you blink into the light.

“What happened?” You ask, voice still a bit slurred. You remember sharing drinks with Sakura, a furious face demanding that you pay for what you’ve spilled.

“Chargebolt found you asleep in the break room,” the voice says and you turn. It’s Tailman, grinning down at you. “Must have been quite the day if you’re able to sleep through a villain attack and an emergency evacuation.”

“I-” you start but the door opens before you can finish the sentence. Kaminari’s smiling as he enters, the cut in his eyebrow taped, yet the dirt across his nose still present.

“Hi,” he says, “I heard you were waking up.”

“Where am I?” You ask, limbs burning with shame as the rest of your memories trickle in. The News. Teleporting to save him. Realizing that he didn’t need saving at all.

“Kindergarten around the corner,” he explains, stepping closer. “They set up a little Triage here, treating the injured. You were just exhausted, so they let you sleep with someone to guard you.”

“Thank you,” you tell Tailman, who’s quick to shake his head. “Oh, I’ve just been here for a few minutes. Chargebolt’s the one who-”

“Yeah, yeah,” Kaminari interrupts him. “We get it, Ojiro. Thanks for saving the day.”

Tailman, or Ojiro, as you remember, leaves, winking at you as he closes the door.

The room, just a little corner office, seems smaller now, with just the two of you here. 

You can barely look at him, let your eyes rest on his hands instead. But that doesn’t help much, because the skin above his knuckles is red and you reach for it without meaning to, brushing a thumb over it.

“Did you hit someone?” You ask, notice the shiver that races through him, and pull back again, aware of how close you are for two people that are neither dating nor friends. Just sharing a bed from time to time. Didn’t you call yourself a professional?

“Yeah,” he chuckles. “Stupid Elevator didn’t want to work. You need to hit them in the right spot sometimes, like a printer, you know?”

“I’ll keep it in my mind for the next time.” You joke and he sighs.

“Everything okay?” You dare to look up at him, make the question sound sincere. But you can’t focus on his bright eyes, stare at the black streak across his nose instead.

“Do you like me?” He asks and you swallow wrong on reflex, coughing until there are tears in your eyes.

“Hey,” he’s clapping a hand against your back, much too hard to be helpful, but you’re just glad you’re no longer facing him.

“I should get home,” you insist when you can breathe again. “And- and call Sakura. I’m sure she’s worried about me.”

“If you go home now, I’ll just call you over in half an hour.”

You stop, still crouching at the side of the little futon.

“What?”

“I said I’ll just call you over. I- I know you’re sleeping over, you know? I can smell you on my bedsheets.” There’s the sound of movement and when you turn, he’s got his face buried in his hands, his ears a bright red. “Shit, that sounded different than I meant.”

“If you know, why did you not stop it?” You ask, dread heavy in your lungs, your stomach, at the base of your spine. “I’m sure it’s not comfortable sharing your bed with a stranger. I could have taken stronger sleeping pills.”

“I like you.” He huffs, hands dropping. “I thought that was clear. I mean, I know I’m nowhere near your level.”

“My level?” You ask, incredulous. “You mean socially awkward bore?”

He laughs, a stuttering, wonderful sound. “No, I meant beautiful, hard-working, smartass.”

Heat burns its way through your veins. 

“Don’t say those things,” you tell him off, straightening. “You don’t mean them.”

“I do.” Kaminari’s wincing now, a sound that has you turn back again. “I shouldn’t, I know. I mean, I’m recently divorced. I have no clue if I’ll be able to get back into society's good graces. But I- I want you. You know? Even though I have no right to. And I thought… you kept staying. And…” his face is pink now, hands wringing themselves. “You came to save me.”

You reach out and slap him, not as hard as you could have, though your hand still stings from the impact.

His mouth falls open. “What- What was that for?” He asks and you blink.

“I thought you might be a hallucination.”

Kaminari laughs, the sound sudden and almost wrong, but you can’t help but laugh along. 

“I’m going home,” you declare when it ebbs out. You can’t quite catch his eye, still unsure about all of this, that it is real, that it is really happening to you of all people.

“Give me an hour before you call me?”

His grin is blinding.

“I make no promises.”

“What about Vine?” You ask, a tub of your favorite ice cream on your lap, feet outstretched on Kaminari’s mattress. He’s leaning heavily into you, licking the spoon he’d just dug out of his own tub of ice cream.

Sleep had been out of the question when he’d called you over, grinning when you realized that he didn’t need to be half-asleep to do it. 

“What about her?” He asks, before turning to sniff your hair like a maniac. 

“Stop it,” you giggle, though without pushing him away. His grin widens as if he knows you don’t really mind.

“I just…” You drop another spoon of ice cream on your tongue, searching for the words. “You’d fit together.”

“Ah,” he laughs. “Nah. It’s not that I’m not into women way above my League, but I prefer them liking me back. Shiozaki’s not into me.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah,” he grins. “She’s dating Koji. Remember him?”

“Oh.” You stare. “I had no idea.”

“Yeah. I think they’re getting married. She mentioned something about wanting you as one of her bridesmaids.”

“Me?” You hiccup in shock. “Why?”

“Uh, because she likes you?” Kaminari blinks in confusion. “She said she only agreed to do that shoot with me because you asked. She said she trusts your opinion above anything else.”

Your mouth falls open.

“What?” He asks. “Are you okay?”

“Am I hallucinating again?” You ask, voice quivering.

“Don’t slap me, okay?” Kaminari graps your hands. “I’m sure there’s something else to prove this is real.”

You swallow thickly, mind spinning, ears ringing.

“Hey,” his face has come closer. “Would it be okay if I touch you?”

You’ve got half a mind to realize he’s already touching you, but you nod nonetheless, trusting him more than yourself.

His lips brush yours, featherlight and a little chapped. You stop breathing for a second.

“This is real,” he whispers. “You can feel it.”

“Ah!” You hear Sakura. “Look who’s made it. Mr. 18, Chargebolt.”

“Thank you, thank you.” You imagine him bowing in front of you, can’t help smiling at the thought. “Did the boss already eat today?”

“Not a thing. But she filled me in. I know everything that happened this weekend.”

“Everything?” There’s a moment of Silence and you perk up, fearing Silence between these two more than anything else. The squeak that follows proves you right and you’re at the door in seconds.

“What’s going on?” You ask, a little breathless but not for the reasons you want it to be.

Kaminari’s smiling at you, a little mischievous, a little lost in love and your heart feels like it wants to meet him in the middle.

“He got me Dynamights number!” Sakura stutters, Sakura petals dropping from her hair. “What do I do?”

“Text him, I guess.” Kaminari quips before slipping over, slinging an arm around your hips.

“Hey!” He greets you with a kiss. “Wanna get Lunch?”

“Right now?” You check the clock. 

“Mhm,” he cocks his head to the side. “Or I could show you the pictures I took this morning during training. I think you’ll like them as my new profile pic.”

You sigh.

“Lunch it is.”

“Hey!”

[starlightsuffered]

Litter

Info - breeding kink, soft Dom, stress, pillow princess reader, trying to get pregnant, cock warming, cream pie, unprotected sex, sub space

I'd had such a terrible day. Stress at every turn. I wished desperately that I was in Timothée's arms but I had to make do with texting him. He'd had to work late every day this week. I had no reason to think today would be different.

I slumped into the house. I was almost happy Timothée wasn't home. We were trying to get pregnant. I didn't have the energy to be sexy right now.

However, when I turned on the living room lights there he was. He was naked and had a rose clenched between his teeth.

"Weady to ake a aby?" He asked, voice distorted from the rose. I burst into uncontrollable tears.

"Woah!" The word was clear as he dropped the rose and darted forward with worry.

"Angel what's wrong?" He asked.

I didn't even fully know why I was crying. I wiped my eyes and let him hold me close in his arms.

"I'm s-sorry," I sniffled. "I had the worst day. I just can't be sexy for you Timmy. I am so sorry."

"You? Not sexy? That's absolutely impossible," he scoffed. "If you give me the chance I'll show you just how sexy you are."

"You would?" | asked. He was already on his knees slipping my skirt down.

"Baby, just let me take control," he he begged. He was kissing my thighs and then got to my clothed pussy. H kissed it over and over until I was practically a puddle of mush.

"Okay," I said. I slithered down in his arms. He laid me down on the blankets he'd prepared.

"You're so beautiful. So stunning and sexy in every way. Don't ever think you're not everything I want," he said softly. My panties were gone. Next my top and my bra. I felt free and peaceful.

"Mmmmmm," he's buried his head in my stomach and moaned against the skin.

"I can't wait to fill you. To have your stomach grow with a baby. I can't wait to parent with you," he sighed. He drew designs on my stomach. "A baby, with the love of my life."

"Timothée, let me put on lingerie, or ride you or something. You put so much work into-"

"Absolutely not," he protested. "You will lay back and feel good."

"But Timmy I-"

"You will feel good," he growled. He had pinned me down by my wrists and he loomed over me. His dedication to having me feel pleasure was so sexy my hips involuntarily bucked upward.

"There's my girl," he smirked. He kissed down my throat and buried his face in my neck. He slowly guided his cock deep inside my pussy.

"Oh, Timothée," | gasped. The way he thrusted, it couldn't be explained, it refused to be. His hips snapped so deep and yet the strokes were so long, making sure every space of my pussy was filled. There was the sharp loss of fullness and then the euphoria of my heat brimming with his member.

"You feel like a dream, like one I never want to wake up from," he said in a voice laced with such lust I could've become dizzy.

"Timmy, my Timmy, feels so good!" I breathed.

"That's it, that's my girl, doesn't need to do a thing, just let Timothée breed you," he said gently.

"Oh please," I begged. That word had gone right through me.

"Your perfect pussy. You want it to be bred? You want me cumming inside you until you burst. Didn't even have to do a thing for me to spill my seed inside you," he cooed in my ear as he massaged my breasts. I was heaving, my tits lifting into his hands with my breaths so that he could touch them more.

"Timothée, oh, yes," I could hardly speak as I lifted my hips to meet his.

"That's it lover girl. Up and down, just let me slide my cock in and out. I'll breed your womb so deep. I'll fill you with a litter of pups. Every one bred deep in your womb," he was chanting the words like they were holy.

"Oh yes, yes, fill me. I want to be bursting with cum," | pleaded and wrapped my body around his.

"You want my seed to be so plentiful inside you that you're leaking?" He whispered in my ear. His cock was pounding inside me. He went so deep I was surprised I wasn't already pregnant.

He grabbed my jaw and I whimpered as he kissed me deeply. His cock was drilling inside me. I could feel myself slipping into fuzzy sub space. It was only me and him floating on clouds in a land of pure bliss.

"I'm going to breed a litter of pups into you Mon amour," he said darkly. I exploded. I was wailing and my nails dug into his scalp as I brought his head to me to kiss him. He sucked my tongue as he moaned and let loose inside me. He was fucking his cum deeper and deeper inside me. The wet stickiness felt too good to describe.

"Oh Timothée, that was perfect," | heaved.

"Let me take care of you now," he said, making to get up.

"No, no, baby, cork me up a little longer. I really want that huge load to stay inside me and impregnate me," ! begged. He thrusted once more and I moaned.

"Anything for you Angel," he smirked.

[patricia-taxxon]

synopsizing the movie that plays in my head every time i listen to nascent by alexander panos

this probably isn't as interesting to read as it is for me to imagine in my own head, but i wanted to write it down. maybe u will have fun imagining it too

1. Q Windswept

This is the intro to the album, you pretty much get every flavor of sound that the album has to offer in one short burst. This is the title sequence & opening credits, where all the nonexistent animators & vfx artists would go. I imagine big bunches of text popping into existence with each impact.

2. Cycles

This track is in a weird spot, it's the longest one & it was made much earlier. It sounds like it's in a different world, so I treat it as an establishing montage of the human world. We're introduced to the protagonist, who I'll call Alex for convenience but doesn't necessarily represent the real life producer behind the music, represented by a live action human actor for the time being. The track feels like writer's block, frustration, pounding on a desk, (the domp domp bit) pacing around the room, moments of existential fear in between the doldrums of solitude, the wubs and crashes are a transformation that is barely being held back. Twilight depression montage.

3. Sutter

Sutter begins the purely synthetic "internal" portion of the record. We enter a liminal/metaphorical space. Alex spasms and transforms into a 2D animated dog furry while floating far above a green field with too much synthetic blue in its hue. Huge wide shots of Alex's body flying backwards with the artificial landscape in the background, hitting with those massive manipulated vocal hits. The track ends with him slowing and coming to a gentle rest on the grass.

4. 36523_red/blue

Alex opens his eyes, sees only the pure "blue screen of death" shade of blue in the sky. Abstract glitches and squiggles zap across the screen in time with the music. Alex is beginning to ruminate, represented by him drawing patterns with his paws in the sky as the track begins to pick up a consistent tempo. The glitches and patterns are played with his fingers, building in intensity until the climax shows a vast mirror that fills the entire sky approaching rapidly, and then slowing, the dog boy in the reflection growing until it comes face to face with the viewer, and then a cut to black.

5. reasonsnotto

Lights are out, audio-reactive abstract animations shudder into being with the synthetic voice, warping and pulsing with the track's modulations. In the moments when Alex's real voice pokes through the synthetic mush, his dog form coalesces, still blurry and struggling to become fully contiguous until the very end, where Alex sings the album's thesis directly to the camera, against a pure black background.

6. Dream Extinction

He breaks the mirror here, the impacts are his fists striking the surface and releasing burning waves of fire and electricity. At the end, the part with the consistent bursts, he begins clawing at his reflection, screaming, seizure inducing flashing lights imply that this hurts him too. As the track calms down, the mirror disintegrates.

7. Equinox (Prelude)

This track begins the portion of the album that is trying to claw itself back into reality. He's not there yet, beyond the mirror Alex finds another liminal space, a primordial river, and as the track builds, more concrete images begin to flash into existence before crumbling again. He can't get out, he doesn't want to get out. He shields his eyes, cut to black.

8. Equinox

This is the bit where Alex says a poem to himself and runs back to reality with all his might. Emphasize the "You flake, you human life" line, he says it with gritted canine teeth and his doggy ears lowered, resolved to claw back to his humanity. After that exalted rush of light and color passes, he opens a door, and slams it behind him.

9. catch it

This track is resurfacing, coming back to reality. The synthetic glitches fall back completely, icons of a city street come into existence, populating the white void in time with those guitar chords. Alex isn't visible yet, but the images are revealed to be the view outside his window. The POV shot looks down, and he sees his human hands again.

10. re:Turning

Ok, this part is so cliched & shmaltzy that it makes me embarrassed to write it out, but there's only one conclusion this story can have. The glitches re-emerge, the synthetic elements that were previously contained come back again. It's his fur. The dog re-emerges, Alex transforms again like a magical girl before opening his front door & singing the final hook, walking through a live action environment with shapes and colors from his liminal space following him. The paradox is resolved. He is multitude.

thanks for reading.

[cuubism]

Hurt/Comfort -- there are so many dumb human hurts, that always surprise.

First time Retired!Morpheus has a silly human ouch -- burned tongue from drinking too hot tea, stubbed toe on his favorite chair, misjudged a distance and bumping, hard enough to bruise, into a pointy household surface, sweats from spicy food.

Hob's sympathetic giggles.

I made it a BIT more sad 😔 ok maybe a lot more sad

--

Hob had expected, given he was used to being a king and all, for Dream to be more prissy about the small indignities of human life. How dare the rain wet my hair, Hob, he'd expected. This railing gave me a splinter, you must kiss it better.

In reality, Dream has borne it all with a stoic, grave acceptance. Like one receiving a doctor's solemn pronouncement: yes, you will live, but. Each tiny injury, each failure, each confusion and moment of tripping and falling, he simply straightens his regal shoulders, thins his lips to a hard line. Simply accepts it grimly. Sometimes, Hob will catch him staring off into the distance for a moment, the way he used to do when he was searching for information among the minds of his dreamers, to know if what he is feeling is serious. Then he'll blink hard, and look down as he realizes it's no longer accessible to him.

Hob doesn't know what to do to help him in those moments. He can't fix it for him. He just rubs the back of his neck and kisses his temple, and that seems to soothe him somewhat.

Mostly, Hob just tries to reassure him that whatever he's feeling is normal. Ordinary human indignities, small aches and pains. Nothing to worry about, love.

So Dream's reaction to these things is unexpected--Hob had really expected more complaining--but ultimately doesn't trouble him too much.

Until he comes home one day to find Dream slumped under the covers in their bed, face mushed in the pillow, staring blankly at the wall.

It's not unusual to find Dream asleep. He seems to need a lot of it, ironically. But he's not sleeping, now, just kind of... still.

Hob crouches by the bed in his line of sight. "Hey, love. Everything alright?"

"I do not feel well," Dream says, with his characteristic seriousness around these matters. He sounds hoarse. His eyes look bleary, like he's been sniffling and rubbing at them. Hob lays the back of his hand on his forehead. He feels a bit warm, nothing too terrible.

"Just a cold, I expect," he says, and tries to offer a comforting smile, even as he hurts to see Dream looking so despondent. "Feels gross, but I think you'll live."

"I know," Dream says solemnly. Resignedly. As if he cannot imagine a worse fate in this moment but will stoically bear it as he has all things.

"Sit up for me for a sec." Dream groans as Hob lifts him up to lean against the headboard. "I know, but it'll help your sinuses clear. And I'll make you some tea, for your throat."

When Hob comes back with the tea, Dream is sitting exactly as he left him, head tipped back against the headboard and looking utterly miserable.

Hob passes him his tea and, while Dream sips it, goes to pet his hair, but Dream subtly shifts his head away. Must be feeling too tender even to want to be touched, then. Poor thing.

When Dream's finished his tea, Hob fetches some vaporub from the bathroom and perches by Dream on the edge of the bed. "Think you can cope with being touched just for a minute or two?"

A look of regret flashes briefly across Dream's face. "Hob..."

"Shh, it's alright. I just want to put some of this on your chest, that's all."

Dream undoes the tie on his silk robe and lets it fall open over his chest. "What is it?"

"Like a salve to help your congestion." He rubs some in over Dream's sternum, careful not to press too hard when he's feeling fragile while still rubbing it in well enough that it won't feel sticky on his skin, then massages some into his neck, fingers light on his vulnerable throat.

Dream wrinkles his nose. "The scent is strong."

Hob laughs. "I know, that's the point."

"It is not wholly unpleasant, though," Dream concedes. He looks down at Hob from under his lashes, and for a moment he does look regal again, and Hob his humble servant. "Thank you."

"Anything for you, my dear heart. If you want a cuddle you can let me know, but it seemed rather like you didn't want to be touched."

"My skin feels like glass," Dream says, chagrined.

"I Know. Promise it'll all clear up in a few days and won't hurt so much anymore."

"Won't hurt anymore," Dream echoes, brow pinched. "Is not this human fate constant maladies and pain?"

It could be one of Dream's rare dry jokes but something about the way he says it makes Hob's brain ping in alarm. "Well," he says, trying to laugh it off, "sure, it's a parade of minor torments, but no, it's not all pain, it'll pass."

Dream looks down at his hands. "I see."

A terrible suspicion starts gnawing in Hob's chest. "Dream, how much pain are you in? Not right now with the cold, I mean usually."

Dream tilts his head in thought. "Upon what metric is the scale?"

That's not, 'none, Hob, why are you asking?'

"Um," Hob says, in growing concern, "between none and the worst physical pain you've ever felt, I guess?"

Strangely, this makes Dream relax. "I have experienced far worse," he says. "Human life pales in comparison to the agony of fighting the Morningstar, to name but one example." When Hob keeps staring at him, horrified, because "it's not as bad as when I was nearly killed in Hell" is no comfort at all, Dream concludes, "This is normal, then." He seems satisfied by that, if not happy. Resigned, in a way, to what he feels he must cope with, now that he understands what it is. Dream is altogether too good at coping. "I had thought as much but had not the frame of reference to confirm."

"No!"

Dream flinches at the sudden outburst, and Hob regrets raising his voice. He lays his hands on Dream's blanket-adorned thighs, softens his tone. "No, Dream, it's not normal to be in pain all the time."

"...Oh." Dream's face falls, confusion overtaking the calm acceptance that had preceded it. Hob bites back a 'why didn't you tell me!' because the answer is obvious. He thought it was normal.

"Where are you in pain?" he asks instead, steadying his voice. "Normally, I mean?"

Maybe he just means that he's been getting a bit stiff like any other person in their thirties--fabricated though those 'thirties' might be. Maybe Hob just needs to get him into yoga.

"My joints," Dream says, lightly touching his wrist as an example. "My head hurts. Constantly. And I am very tired."

"Okay, no, love, that's not normal," Hob says. He doesn't know how he didn't notice. Then again, he hadn't noticed the first time Dream was suffering. Or at least, he'd noticed, but he hadn't grasped the depth of it until it was nearly too late. Damn Dream's self-sufficiency.

"I am dying, then," Dream declares, with finality.

"You're not dying. You can't die, remember?" Not unless you choose it, the back of his mind whispers. A new fear that lingers constantly, always chewing on him. "But you shouldn't have to just suffer either without us trying to do something about it. I'm sorry I didn't notice."

"It's of no consequence," Dream says, contemplative now, perhaps thinking through the concept of not having to suffer wordlessly. God, this creature.

"There is something you can do to fix it, then?" Dream asks then, hopeful.

Hob would give anything to be able to just solve all of his problems. "I don't know what yet, but I'm sure we can do something more than literally nothing at all."

Dream cracks a small smile, and tips toward him, like he'd really like to lean on Hob's shoulder but is being prevented by the fact that he currently feels made of glass. Poor thing.

"You should rest more," Hob says. "Will help the cold clear up quicker. I'll get you more pillows."

When he's gotten Dream propped up against what feels like all the pillows in the house, he sits beside him in bed, laptop open. It's only seven p.m., and he's still got marking to do, but hopefully Dream won't mind the company.

Lying on his side again, Dream watches him as he types, gaze piercing and solemn. "You need something else?" Hob asks.

"Conceptually, I would like a hug," Dream says gravely. "But I am aware it would not feel pleasant at the moment."

"Poor darling. How about this." Hob takes off his sweatshirt and drapes it over Dream's shoulders.

Dream pulls it close and tucks his nose into the collar. "Thank you."

"You want the TV on?"

Hob only even has a TV in the bedroom because of Dream. Dream never spends any time actually watching TV, but the background noise of the stories seems to soothe him and lull him to sleep. Hob wonders if it reminds him of the background noise of the Dreaming.

Dream nods, so Hob turns it on low, paying no real attention to what's even playing. Whatever it is, it quickly puts Dream to sleep.

Hob looks down at him. He looks peaceful now, all that seriousness melted away from his expression. Hob should probably have known that he would approach human life with the gravity with which he approached all else.

He lays a light hand on Dream's dear forehead again--still no fever--and then ghosts it over his hair. Dream is so much more resilient than he gives himself credit for. So much more resilient than he should have to be.

Hob tucks the blankets in tighter around him, and lets him sleep.

[ibrithir-was-here]

@animate-mush @bluecatwriter well per our discussions in Bluecats’ fic I had to draw Actually Alive just Missing a Hand and Screwed-Up Vocal Cords Jack with his family xD

(Also @lxgentlefolkcomic ‘s design for Jack is my default for him now, xD please go check the comic out!)

Arthur is 100% the voice of reason between Lu’s youthful determination and Jack’s lingering willingness to try anything once For Science

On a more somber note though, I have been wondering just what Quincey will think when this finally happens…

Reading how his parents were before “Father” came into their lives, the excitement in Papa going off on his first job, the humor and empathy and just Life in his Mama’s letters. Their hopes and dreams and fears, the Love which he’s always seen, but it’s so much More then he ever thought…

[derangedanomaly]

As a celebration to New Year, I decided to mush this thing up in a matter of...few minutes?? Don't know how long this took me.

I'm still working on your requests, but I thought I'd get a break and do this for a change! I can't thank you enough for your support! I love writing, and seeing you guys liking my stories is very heartwarming, thank you!

Enjoy this silly story :)

NEW YEAR's KISS

UNDERTALE AU's x Reader

"GUYS! IT'S GONNA BE NEW YEAR SOON!" You kicked open the door, going towards everyone in the, exclusively large, living room. "Wow, I can't believe it's 2024 already." Ink exclaimed, taking a sip of his drink. "Yeah! Y/n, come on, let's get some drinks!" Swap flashed you his famous smile as you went towards him.

You hosted a big party for the New Year, and everyone arrived! There was Dream, Ink, Swap, Sans, Fell, Killer, Horror, Dust, Cross, Error, Fresh, Dance, Epic, Science, Berry, Reaper, even NIGHTMARE came. And that's saying a lot.

You really don't know how you all can fit inside your living room, but it's better to not question it...

As you and Swap went to retrieve drinks, Fell and the others were cooking up a plan of their own...

Fell went in the middle of the room. "ALRIGHT YOU LOSERS, TONIGHT..I. FELL WILL KISS Y/N!" There's a long silence until everyone started yelling

"WHAT?!" "No way! You won't!" "Not on my watch!" "SHUT UP!" And so on, until Classic shut everyone's mouths.

"EVERYONE! EVERYONE! Calm down." Everyone very soon became silent. No one wanted to go against Classic, seeing as he's the original Sans...

"There's no need for us to make such a ruckus... Y/n invited us all because of their great personality..." Classic spoke once more, until Killer interrupted. "Yeah.. I know what, 'Personality' you mean.." Science looks at Killer's blushing face, and immediately swats him. "HEY!" "Don't talk like that about them." He sternly told him, before focusing his attention at Classic, yet again.

"-And I'm just saying, they probably don't expect to be kissing anyone." There's a long silence as everyone shamefully looks at the floor. "The only one they'll be kissing is me." Classic finishes his speech, making the others argue. Again.

"And what makes you think they'll kiss you??" Ink pointed at Classic. "Yeah. Maybe... they'll go for a more mysterious skeleton." Dust spoke next, making the others turn to him with a questionable look. Berry erupted into laughter. "MWAHAHAHA! YOU?! Nah, with yo emo ass.. they would rather much like someone like me!" Nightmare scoffed. "Yeah. Right." Berry looked at Nightmare, offended. "Like you're any better." Nightmare suddenly smirked. "Yeah. I have tentacles.." his cheeks gained color, as he blushed deep turquoise. They all just looked at him confused, until it hit them. "Ew, gross! Why would anyone be into that?" Killer made a yuck noise. "Stop kink shaming." Reaper gave him a smirk, as Killer grimaced.

The boys fell silent when they saw you and Swap enter the room with smiling faces. "Hey guys! We're finally back, everyone grab a drink and pour yourself some! It's gonna start soon~!" They all did what they were told.

Epic went up to you with a blushy face. "H-Hey...ahem. Hey brah! I wanted to ask-" he didn't finished his sentence as he was pushed away by Error. "Go away! Hey Y-Y/n.." you only blinked. "Yeah?" ... Silence. There was nothing, he was about to speak, but was kicked away by Cross. "That's for my best friend! And...uhh..hi Y/n! Enjoying yourself?" You nodded. "Yeah! I'm glad to be spending New Year's with my friends!" He suddenly froze, which Dream got a good advantage of. "Y/n!-" Not even a few words in and he was pushed aside by Science. "Y/n! Iwannaaskifyouwanna-" you cut him off, not understanding a word he's saying. "Sci, sci...calm down. Or you might get a stroke. Heh.." you pat his head walking away. "...." "Gosh darn it..." He swore, looking down.

You gasped, seeing the screen. "This is it guys! 10....9..." You all counted as the numbers kept going down. The others couldn't help but feel disappointed. None of them could mange to ask for a kiss.... "5...4...3..." It was disappointing, really.. "3...2...1! HAPPY NEW YEAR!" You all shouted.

You suddenly sprinted towards Swap and Horror. They all watched curiously. What could you possibly want from them? They all stared with shock as you kissed Swap, and then Horror. Leaving red marks on their skulls, from your lipstick. (A/N: REMEMBER! ANYONE CAN WEAR LIPSTICK! LIPSTICK DOESN'T HAVE GENDER)

They both have a very dizzy expressions on their faces, as you grinned, then went towards the couch.

Turns out, that Horror actually disappeared while everyone was arguing. He went to help you and Swap out, since that conversation was boring him. There, he witnessed Swap asking you that sacred question, then he decided to also ask.

This was a very tragic New Year for them all. Except Swap and Horror. ;)

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE! :D

[starcrossedreaders]

hey pookie.. PLEASE WRITE LEON X FEM!READER WHERE LEON IS TIRED AND JUST WANTS TO LAY ON HIS COUCH WITH HIS WIFE ON HIS DAY OFF

Authors Note: LEON IS SO FUCKING POOKIE UGHHH😩😩😩 Thank you for requesting Enjoy! <3

Warnings: just FLUFF, poor baby Leon finally taking a breather, drabble, crying

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The sun rose above you as you just finished watering your small garden in the backyard. Wiping the sweat off your brow you walked back into the house only to be met with silence. Your husband finally got a day off, so respecting that you slid out of bed and let him sleep in. The clock hit 10:30 as you were picking up the living room from the night before. You folded the throw blankets and wiped down the coffee table. Humming to the soft music in the background you swayed your hips a little. Soft-clothed footsteps were heard in front of you.

Standing up straight you smiled at your sleep-filled husband. Leon's ash brown hair stuck out in wild directions, and his sweat pants hung below his hips showing his v-line. Leon rubbed his eyes as he kept your white comforter fisted in his hand.

"Good morning love. Did you sleep well?" You smiled as you walked up to him to leave a kiss on his cheek. A smile plastered on his face.

"You missed," His voice was deep and husky. Laughing a little you stood on your tipy toes to leave a chaste kiss on Leon's slightly chapped lips.

Leon smiled in the kiss as he went back for more, over and over again. You place your hand on his bare chest as you laugh pulling away.

"Are you hungry, I can make breakfast?" Leon only whined like a kid as he enveloped your body in a hug, wrapping the comforter around both of your bodies.

Leon shuffled your body backward, causing you to trip onto the couch. Rearranging your position you laid on your back while Leon flopped his body on yours leaving the comforter to cover you both. Leon wrapped his arms around your torso with his head in your neck. You wrapped your arms around his back rubbing little hearts.

You guys lay like this soaking in each other's touch for the next few hours. Time seemed to mush and muddle as both of you drifted in and out of reality. One moment you were sleeping while Leon left kisses on your neck and the next Leon was off dreaming while you rubbed his back.

This is the type of day Leon craved. All he ever wants to do is lay in your arms all day with no cares in the world. The clock struck 3:30 and your eyes fluttered open. Looking down at Leon's form his face was relaxed. His normal crease between his brows was gone and his ashy hair fell over his closed eyes. He looked so peaceful like this. Moving his hair out of his face you began to whisper sweet nothings to him.

"I'm so proud of you my love and everything you have done for this cruel cruel world." Moving your hand from his back you started to pet Leon's head running your fingers through his soft hair.

"I'm happy you're finally stopping to breathe. There's a reason your heart is wrapped behind your lungs. Each breath you take is a guardian of your heart. So, remember when life starts to weigh you down that you need to stop and breathe. Because when you don't then, you start to suffocate everything that's important to you," Pausing you placed a soft kiss on Leon's head before you went on.

"Just breathe and remember you have been in a place like this before. You have been scared and anxious and at your wit's end but you made it out on top each time. You've survived, and that's more than enough. You have saved people, and that's more than enough. Now it's your turn to save yourself and breathe. Your feelings can't break you, they may be painful and debilitating but when they pass with each waking breath you will look back and be proud of how resilient you are. So just keep breathing, because that alone is enough." Leon's body began to shake as a small sob pushed past his lips.

What you didn't know is that he was awake and listening the whole time. What he didn't know is that he really needed to hear those words come from you. Leon has been dragging recently and clearly, you have taken notice of that.

Leon's loud sobs filled the room as he pushed further into your body. "I love you s'much, sososo much." There wasn't much you could do but rub his back and kiss his head.

"I love you too, I'm so proud of how far you have come, how much you have grown," Leon stayed like this, crying into your neck as you comforted him through his sorrows.

Time passed as Leon's tears slowed. "I love you," You smiled and kissed his cheek.

"Impossible."

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To whoever needs to hear this, slow down and breathe. Life is so much more than stressful and shitty so take the time to slow down and breathe. <3

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