#like I know it’s not actually that weird of me but it does play a huge role in how I consume media which is

[julieloves074]

It's you (Min Ho x reader)

Summary: Min Ho and Y/n are reunited in the second semester at K.I.S.S with their sarcastic, bullying friendship, but the drama get a little out of hand at the Moon's cabin, will the sparks that fly settle or burn Y/n up?

Warnings: Kissing, poor relationship with parents, underage drinking

Words: 4.1K

(Not my GIF :))

Being back at K.I.S.S for our second semester was thrilling, even just stepping out the car brings back a rush of memories and hope for this term. Kitty says she’s going 2.0 this semester and focusing but I think we both know she’ll lying to herself, Q and I made a bet on how long she lasts.

“I’ll give her a week,” I told him wanting to give the girl at least some belief.

Q pulled a face that screamed you’re joking right? And said ‘I give her till the end of tomorrow’.

Yuri was kind enough to invite out whole group to a reunion dinner tonight at our favorite barbeque restaurant, all on her, whilst the rest of us was excited Kitty was still stressing in our joint room about getting out of our living situation. Thankfully some music was able to calm her down for a second.

That was until Min Ho’s favourite song came on, and she turned to me with her mouth and eyes wide open in some sort of realisation. “Are you and Min Ho actually going to your lives together this semester?”.

I threw one of pillow at her, “Hey!” she exclaimed turning to me with smudged mascara on her cheek.

“Not this again,” I say rolling my eyes.

“I’m just saying I’m rarely wrong,” her voice goes a few octaves higher.

I turn back to my mirror, “You know I can’t stand how highly he thinks of himself, plus even I did he’s a player Kitty, I don’t put myself in situations where I’m likely to get hurt,” I explain.

“Yeah whatever live a little!” she threw the pillow back at me, which quickly turned into a pillow fight and bunch of laughter, until a knock on the door informed us we had to leave if we didn’t want to be late.

 The four of us girls walked towards the busy town to the restaurant, and he’s the first person that I spot in the crowd amongst our friends. Yuri shouts out a hello and the group turns around. His eyes meet mine, the same sneaky glimmer sits in his eyes, mouth in its signature half smirk.

I can feel Kitty’s eyes on me, and she gives me a slight push, I move my feet quickly hoping that no one saw that. I turn around and give her a quick death glare.

“Hello, y/l/n” his voice is all too familiar, I turn to meet his eyes once again, his hands are in his jacket pocket, and I note down that I would not mind stealing it from him.

“Min Ho,” I say back keeping it cool.

“Christmas break does not feel like a long enough break from you,” he says with a smile.

“Aren’t you a sweetheart,” I say back in a monotone voice.

“Now you’re complementing me? What have you done to y/l/n?” he questions grabbing my jacket sleeving and waving it around in an inspection, I roll my eyes at him and he lets my arm fall, “I heard about the living situation,” he changes the subjective with a gesturing nod to the restaurant as all our friends were walking in.

I let out a sigh and push some of my hair out my face, “Yeah, it’s a weird one, Kitty is super freaked out,” I say.

“I don’t blame her, living with someone you like and their partner sounds like personal hell,” he says with a distaste in his voice.

“Very helpful observation from you Min Ho,” I say deadpanning.

He puts a hand to his chest, “You’re so welcome,”.

“Aw and to think I almost missed this sarcasm of yours,” I say back turning my gaze away from his to the busy street.

Min Ho’s eyes crinkle in the corners “You did miss me,” he said as I stepped towards the restaurant, but I stopped before I could take another.

He circled around to step in front of me again, my brows burrowed, and I let out a nervous chuckle, “what did you say?” I asked trying to play dumb. Of course I missed him, I’m not sure how exactly our friendship could be described but our little digs were something I looked forward to, I enjoyed the challenge, the satisfaction that came from leaving him without a comeback.

I waited as he lowered towards my ear, his long eyelashes lifting as he observed something behind me, “You smiled when I said that”, I could feel the absence of his breath as he pulled away.  He was walking through to the table as I let out a composing breath and followed.

Kitty saved me a seat beside her, she wiggled her brows at me when I sit down, Min Ho was talking to Q and Dae looking at the menu.

“So?” she asked eagerly turning directly towards me.

“What?” I ask laying my purse down and grabbing a menu.

The brunette pulled it right out of my hands, “You know exactly what you’re going to order,” she says which is true, I get the same thing every time, why change something that works? “The tensions still there?” her mouth is a grin.

“It’s not tension,” I tell her for the hundredth since we started at K.I.S.S “we just don’t like each other,” I say pulling the menu back out her hand. I loved that Kitty was basically a radio tower for spotting who likes who, but not when it came to me, I didn’t like Min Ho like that and he definitely doesn’t like me like that, he was all over Maddison last semester.

“Whatever you want to tell yourself, “She murmured standing up to talk to the guys, Min Ho looks over to me momentarily as Kitty approaches them but then gets back into the conversation.

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Being able to spend the weekend at Min Ho’s cabin was amazing but waking up this morning to being basically snowed in was not a pleasant surprise, skiing was a no go, and it’s not like there was anything else near us. Everyone spent the morning playing card games or reading or trying to find something to entertain themselves because the internet was out.

It was fine until it hit five in the afternoon and even the team competition games were not feeling as empowering. Most everyone was feeling restless, that was until Q came up with what everyone seemed to think was a good idea, apart from Min Ho and me but I couldn’t pick his side.

“Oh come on we’re stuck on the property anyway!” Q pleaded in a whiny tone holding his hands together in support Dae gave a put his hands on his face and gave a cute smile. Min Ho half rolled his eyes and looked at all the faces in the room.

Dropping his hands with a sigh he agreed, and the room erupted into cheers, “But if you guys break anything I swear-” he started but was cut off as the chatter started. Maddison suggested we should divide up tasks, set up a small buffet, get alcohol and get dressed up.

Everyone separated the tasks between them, but my eyes kept shifting towards Min Ho, he looked distant, he was never usually against a party. He said he’d sort the alcohol and walked out the room, I looked around at everyone dispersing again then followed him.

We were heading towards his dad’s office, where Q had secretly snuck Jin in last night, thankfully the guys made up with him earlier or this day could have been very awkward, though it did seem like he gave them a rather tough time when they were younger and what he did to Q was not forgiven.

“Are you okay?” I ask after closing the door behind us, he didn’t turn, if he knew I was following him it didn’t show.

“Yep, I’m thinking the alcohol can be his payment for ditching me once again,” he says nonchalantly taking a key out of a draw and unlocking a tall cabinet, there on the bottom shelf laid what must have been about 30 different bottles.

I step closer and lean against the wall watching him pick up the bottles, read the label, leave some out and those that didn’t appease him went back in.

“Min Ho,” I said, my voice more tender than I intended, the playfulness was gone, “Can you look at me for a second?” I asked, for a moment he stopped moving altogether, before letting his shoulder fall and rising up to stand in front of me.

His expression was of that as always, but his eyes redder like a tear could appear any moment, “I can’t exactly say I’m surprised,” he shrugged and watched me waiting. A sadness settled over the room. I took a step towards him and just opened my arms, momentarily he was stood still, then he leaned down and wrapped his hands around my middle as mine went to the back of his neck.

“I’m sorry Min Ho,” I said, he didn’t let go, “You deserve better than this,” I said and pulled him closer, running my hand over his nape. As we stood there it felt as though a piece of my own heart was breaking, I could feel my throat getting drier, I shut my eyes tight.

I’m not sure if we were stood there for a minute or five but when he pulled away slightly, we looked at each other and for the first time I felt as though I saw him, really saw all of him.

“Whilst you’re here any preference?” he breaks out of the bubble and goes back to the stash as if nothing happened; I pull myself back together and kneel down next to him to look at options we have.

When we brought everything up Q looked directly at me, Min Ho placed the bottles on the table and rushed towards his room. I placed the ones I carried, and Q came right over, taking off the little apron he found leaving Julianna and Dae in the kitchen.

“How is he?” Q asks, and I lift my gaze from the table, the concern in his eyes mirrored that in mine.

I let out a sigh and shrugged my shoulders before replying in a hushed tone so they couldn’t hear in the kitchen, “He’s Min Ho, you know how he is, won’t say a thing,” I conveyed. Q nods knowing this would have likely been the case.

“He’ll come around when he needs to talk, for now it’s important we’re just here for him,” he said I agreed. When Dae announced they were done in the kitchen the four of us headed to get ready. Yuri laid her arm around my shoulder in a side hug as we walked to the room.

Yuri and I were the last to get ready the others were mostly done, the girls were playing music in the room, putting finishing touches to their makeup. None of us brought anything extremely fancy, but just enough.

The atmosphere in the house was much uplifted as everyone started having drinks and nibbling on the snacks. When Min Ho walked in and I couldn’t look away, he wore black trousers and a white sweater, his mood was too seemingly improved, he sent a smile my way.

Everyone was talking and dancing on the makeshift dancefloor, the table was pulled to the side, the drinks we’re going down as quickly for me as some others. Q and Jin were the sober ones as they both said that athletes don’t drink so at least I wasn’t the only one, though I was getting to the warm side of tipsy.

Coming back from the bathroom I spotted Dae and Eunice making out in the doorframe of one of the rooms and couldn’t help but smile, I was glad he was able to find someone who made him happy after how things ended with Kitty, especially since he wasn’t really over her at the start of this semester.

“Let’s do truth or dare!” Maddison announced after another shot as I made back into the room, a mixture of responses was heard but the red head quickly shot them all down, “Don’t all be babies, this is prime time to get to know everyone’s secrets,” she exclaimed falling back onto one of the sofas.

Everyone gathered around taking seats with their drinks.

“Okay I’ll start,” she said excitedly looking around at everyone as if they were her prey, “Okay, Julliana truth or dare?”

“Truth,”

“What is your favourite thing about Yuri?”

Julianna smiled at the question, resting her glass against her lips as she thought, “There’s just so many,” she laughed, Yuri looking at her expectantly, “The fact that she’s so unapologetically herself,” she said, and Yuri pulled her close and pressed their lips together. My eyes shot directly to Kitty who was looking everyone but at the couple.

“Okay, okay my turn,” Yuri said turning back to the crowd, “Q, truth or dare?”

“I’ll do a truth,”

“Who’s the best kisser you’ve ever kissed?” Q blushes and looks at Jin, his eyes shyly meeting his.

“Jin,” a series of aws and ews came out from everyone.

“Okay so, my queen of Choas,” Q started but Kitty threw him an exaggerated look of shock, “In retirement of course,” he finished lifting his hands in defence, if only he knew what Kitty had done before we left for this trip, “truth or dare,”.

“Truth,” she replied.

“Do you miss living with us,” he asked, and Maddison let out a boo, not juicy enough for her, but Kitty gave him a thankful look.

“Eh I basically spend the same amount of time at your dorm, apart from the sleeping fact,” she laughed, and Q gave her a side hug.

“Okay for that boring question lets do a never have I have, so drink if you have” the red head announced and looked towards Eunice.

The other girl furrowed her brows and made eye contact with Dae, “Never have I ever had a not so innocent dream about someone in the room,” she said. I lifted my glass to my lips whilst watching who else did, pretty much everyone, including Min Ho, everyone broke into trying to guess who dreamt about who.

Jin perked up “Min Ho yours has to be that girl you kissed in that music video for your dad this summer, surely,” but Min Ho only brushed him off.

Kitty quickly ceased control of the room “Okay, y/n truth or dare?”

“Truth,” I say not wanting to pick either really.

Madisson huffed, “Come on you guys let’s stop being boring!”, everyone else seemed to agree with her, convenient that she didn’t complain about that earlier.

“Dare,” I say giving in, and look back at Kitty with that mischievous glint in her eyes and am fully regretting my decision to give into peer pressure.

She smiled and proclaimed, “I dare you to kiss the person you find most attractive in the room,”.

Everyone’s eyes shot to me and an excited murmur started, I’m unable to take my eyes off my best friend, I knew she probably wanted to do good, but this was actually my worst nightmare.

“Kitty come on,” I try but no one jumps up to my defence. I look to Yuri and Q for some help but they both look like they want to see this play out.

Then Madisson’s new roommate Stella got out of her seat, she was always so quiet so all eyes shoot to her, “If you won’t do it I will,” she said with a new surge of confidence. Everyone looked confused, she made her way across the room to the wall on which Min Ho was leaning against.

His eyes scanned her face and a sick feeling started rising in my stomach, we are just good friends, maybe it was the alcohol not mixing well in my stomach. It’s not until her lips are about to touch his that I get up and rush out the room, saying I needed some fresh air.

Kitty tried to come after me, telling me its going to be fine that Stella had no chance against me and what not, but I just turned around and something in me exploded “How about you focus on your own love life Kitty, you need to tell Julianna the about what happened,” I whisper shouted.

Kitty’s face crumbled and she looked so hurt.

“Tell me what?” Julianna’s voice questioned as she appeared in the hallway.

Kitty and I turned to see her looking our way and Yuri standing beside her, Julianna looked between the two and a realization seemed to have struck her. Kitty tried to say something, to explain and I just walked away feeling even worse.

All of us had out swimsuits under our clothes cause we we’re going to end the night in the hot tub, so I headed out there now. Sitting warm water trying to keep my tears in check I could avoid the feeling of dread that I left in the house, still a few slipping gently down my face.

“Y/n,” a voice approached but I didn’t turn to him, I couldn’t, I just embarrassed myself and left Kitty to fend for herself, “come on,” he said sitting down on the side of the tub.

“I’m a terrible person,” I say simply, my whole body slumping into the hot water of the hot tub, being submerged made me feel numb.

“Can you come out so we can talk?”

“Nope, I’m going to sit in here until the water sucks me up whole and I disappear,” I admit and join my hands nervously under the water.

He sighted slightly and I could see him shuffling in the corner of my eye.

“If you won’t come out I’ll come in,”

“You really don’t have to,” I argue but he doesn’t listen, he steps in and settles in the water next to me.

“You’re not a terrible person,” he says and I turn to look at him momentarily.

“I got Kitty into shit with Julianna, I’m arguing with my parents over the most stupid thing, and I just keep ruining things for myself because I keep getting so anxious- I am like the worst,” I express looking out into the distance of the dark sky.

I feel him shuffle left to me, “come here,” he whispers and he pulls me into a hug, he’s warmer than the water, “The thing about Kitty was bound to come out at some point, and to be honest the longer it took the worse the outcome would have been,” he said brushing a hand down my hair.

I pull away slightly, “They broke up haven’t they?” I asked, his eyes softened, and he nodded, “and Kitty isn’t speaking to anyone?” I ask.

“Q went to sit with her, she won’t be angry at you forever, you guys will talk it out,” he reassured me.

I let out a half-defeated chuckle, “Who would have thought you could be somewhat wise,” I teased wiping a tear from under my eye.

“I am wise you’re just blind to genius,” he pulls one of his resting bitch faces and looks towards me with one brow raised and I actually let out a laugh.

“There she is,” he says and I can feel a smile spread across my lips, “So,” he says leaning on his arm to look at me, “who were you going to kiss?” he asked, his voice a whisper even though we were both alone out here.

I can feel the blush creep up the back of my neck and cheeks and hope that it’s too dark for him to see. The silene is peaceful and I could stay out here all night, with the mixture of fresh air and the hot water.

“Does it matter?” I ask turning towards him, I hadn’t realised how close he was sitting to me, I could feel my heartrate multiplying.

He smiles and shrugged, “I need more material for making fun of you,” he said but there was no harshness or mal intent behind it, an actual smile made its way onto my way and I shook my head, “Oh it was totally me,” and so the cockiness was back.

“Oh you wish,” I say with a challenge, the corner of his lips upturn, but my gaze falls down and my teeth sink into my bottom lip, “how was your kiss with Stella, I hear she’s been crushing on you,” I say with a sad echo of playfulness.

He shifted closer to me, “I didn’t kiss Stella,” he says, leaning his head against his fist, I watch his face waiting, “I told her there is only one person I want to kiss, and it’s not her,”.

His eyes flutter down to my lips, I can’t help but take in a breath and search his face.

“Who is it then?” I ask, so quietly you could almost miss it.

“It’s you, silly,” he says as if he were explaining it to a five-year-old.

The silence returned.

“Y/l/n”

I turned to face him again, his hand came up to move my hair behind my ear.

“Min Ho,” I say in tone that came out as a mix of a warning but also desire that was bubbling too close to the surface, we were crossing dangerous grounds here and there would be no going back.

His eyes went to my lips and mine to his. Then he was leaning in, I closed my eyes and let it happen. His lips against mine was much better than my imagine could ever do it justice, it was slow kiss, then another, and one more before he pulled away slightly and rested his forehead against mine.  

“I’ve been waiting a long while to do that,” he says and the strain in his tone brings out something in me. I put my arms around his hand and pull him onto another kiss, this one deeper, his arms found my waist and he pulls me closer and closer until I’m sitting on his lip.

“Better than you could have imaged, I know,” he says after he pulls away and laugh, moving my hand to splash him with water.

“I hate that Kitty was right. Again,” I say.

Min Ho runs a hand through his hair, “This is the only time I’m not mad that that girl is right,” he states.

Eventually we left the hot tub and made our way back inside, most people have dispersed to different rooms, the atmosphere definitely ruined. Kitty was sat crossed legged on the sofa staring at her phone as we walked in, Min Ho gave me a smile and pointed his head in her direction.

“Kitty,” I said nervously.

Her eyes shot directly to me, her eyes also red, she dropped her phone and rushed over to me pulling me into a hug, I squeezed her tightly.

“I’m so sorry,” I said, “I shouldn’t have said anything- it wasn’t my place-” I started to say rapidly btu Kitty interrupted me

“I’m also sorry, I’ve been so caught up in all this drama I didn’t even know you were fighting with your parents, and it’s good it got out now, it would have been so much more hurtful for everyone the longer it was kept quiet.

“I love you girl,” I said, tears building up in my eyes.

She giggled “I love you more,” she said pulling away, “and now I want to hear every detail about what just happened in that hot tub!” she squealed pulling to me to the sofa and pointing out the window a clear view of the tub, I hid my face behind me hands, “Looks like Kitty the matchmaker was right again,” she said proudly.

It was a relief that Kitty was able to forgive me, we spoke a little about Min Ho aware that he could be lurking around anywhere, then we talked about my fall out with my parents, and I dropped them a text saying we should talk when they wake up. Before we knew it was well past one in the morning and we agreed it was time for bed.

I paused in front of Min Ho’s door questioning whether to knock and say goodnight or if that was too weird.

“You go girl!” Kitty whisper cheered walking towards the room we slept in last night.

I took a deep breath in preparation and knocked, “Come in,” the voice on the other side said and so the rest of the night was spent talking and cuddling, maybe this trip wasn’t a total disaster after all.                                                                                  

[smolbeanie1221]

Age dreamer here! Also possibly probably regressor too but I never exactly know what age I feel like, soooo confusion

Now ima vent about that a bit. I grew up in an unconventional way, my dad was sick my entire childhood and he was the center of my world my everything. Anyways I had to grow up fast in some ways, like logically I guess, but in other ways, I stayed as young as I could. I played with toys and stuffed animals until 6-7th grade, so 11-12 years old. A lot longer than most of my peers. Then middle school and high school happened, and coming up with story ideas replaced my pretend games with stuffed animals. Then when Covid happened my freshman year of college, my mental health crashed super hard and I was dissociating on and off for a long freaking time. During that time, I discovered the Lion King fandom and I immediately hyperfixated on that. I started getting sucked into other fandoms too, but Lion King is always my default. The fandoms and universes I hyperfixate on are pretty much always the same books and movies and shows I loved from ages 8-18ish. Covid happened when I was 18, and then I started dissociating for so long that I feel as though I didn’t really “age” at all during the time I was dissociating. I escaped back into fantasy worlds, not with stuffed animals and toys this time, but with characters from Lion King and Spirit Stallion of the Cimarron and Twilight and Divergent and Tinker Bell and Supernatural and Percy Jackson and the Buddies puppies movies and so many others. When I was turning 20, it felt so unreal to me, and it still does feel so unreal to me that I’m 23 now, but turning 20 felt so wrong because, what do you mean I was no longer a teenager?? I didn’t necessarily want to relive my teenage years, but I couldn’t say I was technically a teenager anymore?? Turning 20 years old to me meant full fledged adult, and I hated that thought. And I still feel so weird when I think about the fact that I’m 23 years old now. I don’t feel like an adult at all, I mean I function and live well enough in the adult world, but I don’t feel like I’m actually an adult. And… shit as I’m typing this I’m realizing the term I recently started paying more attention to, permaregressor… huh I think that actually does describe me a lot more than I initially thought. So… I think it might be accurate to say that I’m permaregressed to 15–18ish, and I age dream to go into a younger headspace?? Huh that’s… actually sounding pretty freaking accurate. I’m still not sure but… I think it makes sense??

Please interact with this post if you're a trans or gender non-conforming age regressor/age dreamer so that we can all see we're valid members of our community who aren't alone!

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[munsonsmixtapes]

Take a Shot

shy!eddie x fem!reader

You work at the bar Eddie frequents all of your flirting always seems to go right over his head until one night, you're honest with him.

cw: hurt/comfort, mention of alcohol

The bar is hazy when Eddie and Robin enter it, a loud country song playing through the speakers. This isn’t either of their scene, but it’s right across the street from their apartment and tonight they could use a drink. But the real reason why Eddie wanted to be there is behind the bar, taking orders. Your bright smile shines from where he’s standing and he’s immediately hypnotized by you. 

He doesn’t even like this place or its vibe, but you’re there so he’s going to suck it up. He’s been coming in every night for almost a month and has yet to make a move on you like he so badly wants to. He doesn’t know why you’re so intimidating, but you are. You’re just so pretty and those low cut tops you wear make his brain short circuit. 

He’s actually going to ask you out tonight. That’s the whole reason why he brought Robin. He wanted Steve, but he’s sick so this will just have to do, he supposes. He’s seen you make small talk with Robin on more than one occasion so he’s hoping that this will work in his favor. He had Robin pull some tarot cards before the two of them left just to be sure. 

“She’s going to say ‘yes’,” Robin tells him while giving his arm a nudge, pulling him out of his daze. He shakes his head and turns to her, not quite believing her hopeful smile. “I hope this makes you feel better coming from me since I play for an entirely different team, but you’re hot, okay?” 

“I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.” He wraps his arm around her shoulder and pressed a smacking kiss to her cheek that she’s immediately disgusted by.

“Good, because that actually made me feel a little sick so I will definitely never be saying that again.” She wipes her cheek on her shoulder before leading Eddie to the bar. They take seats on the stools and as soon as you come over to greet them, he freezes. 

He’s never felt this way before and he’s honestly unsure why this is happening. Why he completely shuts down when you’re around. He can usually at least somewhat flirt with a woman, but with you, none of his sentences make sense and he ends up just floundering. That’s really the reason why he brought Robin along. He can’t even fucking order a drink when he looks into your pretty eyes. 

“Hey handsome,” you wink at him and he still just stares at you, wondering how you always somehow look so beautiful in the weird bar lighting. “Jack and Coke?” You ask and all he can do is nod. You then turn to Robin who gives you a knowing look, the two of you able to communicate with just a look.

“And a Texas margarita for ya Rob?” 

“Yes ma’am,” she nods. 

You head to the other side of the bar to make their drinks and Eddie watches as if you’ve hypnotized him somehow. Robin looks at you then at him before shaking her head. He’s a lost cause at this point and she had no fucking clue how he’s going to ask you out when it seems like all of the words in the English language seem to float out of his brain when he’s around you. 

She’s considering ordering a round of shots to give him some liquid courage because he clearly needs it. She’s honestly very close to just hiding out in the bathroom so he’ll have no choice but talk to you because Robin cannot take one more night of your very obvious flirting going over the man’s head. The whole thing is just painful to watch. 

“One Jack and Coke,” you set the drink in front of Eddie. “And a Texas margarita.” The other drink is set in front of Robin and you stand there, hoping, waiting for something but Eddie’s not sure what. He just sips on his drink, the most oblivious man in the world. 

“Y’all keeping that tab open?” 

The awkward tension is palpable and you’re wondering if you maybe read it wrong and Eddie actually hates you despite what Robin told you. He never talks to you and when he does, it’s one word responses which just seems like he just doesn’t want to talk to you. 

It’s a shame, really, because you think he’s cute and when you see him interact with Robin or Steve, he’s all jokes and laughs. Part of you wants to just come out and ask him, but you’re not even sure if he’ll give you a straight answer. It seems like he wants nothing to do with you and if so, that’s perfectly fine with you.

“Yep,” Robin nods, taking a sip of her drink before hopping off the stool. “Well, I’m gonna go to the restroom. Y’all feel free to talk amongst yourselves.” She winks at you before heading down the hallway where the bathrooms are located. 

You almost want to call after her, but she’s gone before you can, leaving you alone with Eddie who seems very interested in fiddling with the straw wrapper that was left on the bar. You’re glad that you’re not stupid enough to actually believe her since Robin will stop at nothing to try to set you up with Eddie. This all just a scheme to get the two of you alone, well, as alone as you can be when you’re in a bar where other customers are present. 

The awkward tension is palpable without Robin’s presence and you’re scrambling trying to find something, anything to say that would interest him. Not that he’ll respond because he never does no matter what he says. Just as you’re about to throw in the towel, and check on your other customers, he actually speaks up. 

“You don’t have to do this anymore,” he says, almost like he’s unimpressed and now you’re worried that you blew it, that all of these weeks of flirting will have all been for nothing. 

“Do what?” You ask even though there’s only one thing that he could be talking about. You just want to hear him say it. The verbal confirmation that he’s not interested so you can move on. 

“This,” he motions between the two of you, referring to you then him, trying to show that he’s talking about the two of you. “You don’t have to keep flirting with me just to appease Robin.” 

Now you’re really confused. You don’t know what he’s talking about. You were never flirting with him to appease Robin. Sure, she’s been trying to set the two of you up, but you’d never flirt with someone else just to make your friend happy. That’s just a waste of everyone’s time. 

You let out a laugh, one that’s probably a little too loud and now Eddie’s cheeks have gone pink. You’re laughing and he’s even more embarrassed than he was before. He’s getting up to leave but you stop him before he can get too far, reaching across the bar to grab hold of his wrist. 

His eyes widen at your touch and you quickly let go, worried that you’ve crossed a boundary. Before he can leave, though, you’re quick to grab a napkin and a marker, scribbling down your number before handing it to him, watching his eyebrows furrow as he looks down at the thing.

“I like you, okay? You’re sweet and smart and very easy on the eyes. Look, I know you’re a man of few words, but you should call me sometime. I’d love to know your thoughts on Lord of the Rings. I’ll be home by one so I’m expecting a call from you,” you wink then turn on your heel, heading to the other side of the bar to tend to the other customers. 

Eddie stares at you for a split second then pays his tab before hurrying home so he can thoroughly plan out what he’s going to say when he calls you. He’s pretty sure that not seeing you will make him significantly less nervous. As soon as he gets to his room, he writes a script for himself so he won’t sound like an idiot.

When you get home that morning, sure enough, there’s a message on your answering machine, Eddie rambling on about how he’s read all the books and seen the movies more times than he can count. He then goes on to tell you the changes that were made in the movie that he liked and what he didn’t. The message has to be at least ten minutes long, but you listen to it three times as you snuggle up in your bed, preparing to give Eddie a call which will definitely only be the first of many.

[echo-riot]

Texting loser!Ellie

An: I really love these tbh-

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1:29 am

Ellie: Hey, uh… you busy?

You: Not really. Why?

Ellie: Oh, uh, no reason. Just… thinking about you. Like, not in a weird way. Or maybe a little weird? But not creepy weird. Just normal weird. You know what I mean?

You: Ellie, breathe. What’s on your mind?

Ellie: Okay, so, like… you know how I said I wasn’t gonna be all clingy? Yeah, I lied. I miss you. A lot. It’s pathetic. Please don’t make fun of me.

You: Aw, you’re cute. I miss you too. What are you doing right now?

Ellie: Thinking about your thighs. Uh—I MEAN. Playing guitar. Totally just playing guitar. Haha.

You: Ellie… are you serious right now?

Ellie: My brain is broken. Ignore me.

You: Nope. Too late. So, what exactly are you thinking about my thighs?

Ellie: STOP. I can’t handle this kind of pressure. I’m already sweating.

You: Sounds like a “you” problem. But I kinda like knowing you’re flustered over me.

Ellie: Oh, I’m beyond flustered. I’m like… short-circuiting. Can you just, like, show up at my place and sit on my face so I stop embarrassing myself?

You: Bold of you to assume I’d let you off the hook that easily.

Ellie: PLEASE, I’M BEGGING YOU. I’ll do anything. Wash your car? Carry your groceries? Worship the ground you walk on? Actually, I already do that

You: Yeah, I know you do. Loser.

Ellie: Rude, but accurate. Anyway, I gotta go. Gonna play guitar and pretend I didn’t just admit that I’m obsessed with you.

You: Obsessed, huh? Good to know. Maybe I’ll reward you later

Ellie: DON’T TEASE ME LIKE THAT. My heart can’t handle it.

You: Guess you’ll have to wait and find out. Bye, loser.

Ellie: I love you, okay? I LOVE YOU. There, I said it. Bye.

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2:20 pm

Ellie: Hey, so, uh… question.

You: Here we go. What’s up?

Ellie: Hypothetically… if I were to, like, write a song about you, would you think that’s cool or kinda cringe?

You: Depends. How many times does the word “thighs” show up in the lyrics?

Ellie: Why are you like this? I’m trying to be romantic, and you’re bullying me.

You: Oh, I’m the bully? Says the girl who stared at me for five minutes straight last night and then said, “Sorry, you’re just really distracting.”

Ellie: IT WAS A COMPLIMENT. Also, you were wearing those shorts. What was I supposed to do?

You: Be normal?

Ellie: Impossible. I saw your legs and forgot how to act. You’re lucky I didn’t pass out.

You: Wow, I’m flattered. So where’s this hypothetical song?

Ellie: …It’s not done yet. But I might’ve rhymed “perfect” with “I’m not worth it.” Thoughts?

You: Ellie, you’re such a loser, but I love you.

Ellie: Yeah? Say it again. Slowly this time.

You: Nice try. Not happening.

Ellie: Fine. Guess I’ll just sit here and suffer in silence, replaying it in my head.

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12:30 am

Ellie: Hey.

You: Hi. What now?

Ellie: What do you think it would take to convince you to marry me? Like, is there a specific snack you like? Or should I just propose while holding your dog hostage?

You: Ellie, we’ve been dating for three months.

Ellie: Okay, but, counterpoint: you’re perfect, and I don’t want to wait. I’d propose tomorrow if I wasn’t afraid of passing out mid-speech.

You: Big words for someone who forgets to text back for three days.

Ellie: HEY. That’s a creative process issue, not a love issue.

You: So what I’m hearing is… you’re madly in love with me and bad at time management.

Ellie: Exactly. See? You get me.

•|||——————————————————————|||•

3:30 pm

Ellie: Okay, I’m officially spiraling. Can I just tell you something without you making fun of me?

You: No promises. Go on.

Ellie: Sometimes I sit around and think about how lucky I am that you actually like me. Like, I’m a disaster, and you’re… you’re you. It doesn’t make sense, but I’m not questioning it. I just—thank you for putting up with me.

You: Ellie, you’re my favorite disaster. And if you keep being cute, I might actually have to show up at your place and kiss you right now.

Ellie: DO IT. PLEASE. I’LL PAY FOR YOUR GAS. I’LL—

You: Relax, loser. I’m already outside.

Ellie: Wait, what?! Hold on, I gotta brush my hair—

You: Too late. I’m coming in.

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10:30 am

Ellie: Hey.

You: Hi, Ellie. What’s up?

Ellie: Can I say something without you laughing at me?

You: You’ve already asked this today, and it was hilarious. Go ahead.

Ellie: Okay, so like… I’m trying really hard not to think about the way your ass looked in those jeans earlier.

You: Ellie.

Ellie: What? I’m being honest. It’s a problem. I almost walked into a pole because of you.

You: It’s not my fault you have no self-control.

Ellie: Self-control? With you? Yeah, right. You literally walked by me, and I stopped functioning.

You: Good to know I have that effect on you.

Ellie: Oh, you know. You definitely know. You’re evil for it, by the way.

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4:40 pm

Ellie: Hey. Are you busy?

You: Not really. Why?

Ellie: Because I was thinking… you should come over. Like, now.

You:Why?

Ellie: Because I miss you. And because I really need to kiss you. Maybe more than kiss you. But, uh… yeah.

You: You’re bold today.

Ellie: You’re hot every day, so I figured I’d stop pretending to be cool about it.

You: Ellie, you’re such a dork.

Ellie: Okay, but I’m YOUR dork. Come over so I can prove it.

•|||——————————————————————|||•

2:28 pm

Ellie: I just saw your Instagram story. I’m losing my mind over here.

You: Why? It’s just a selfie.

Ellie: Just a selfie?? You looked so good, I almost dropped my guitar. What are you trying to do to me?

You: Ellie, calm down.

Ellie: Calm down? You’re out here looking like THAT, and I’m supposed to act normal? No chance.

You: So dramatic.

Ellie: You think it’s funny, but I’m literally sitting here like, “Wow, that’s my girlfriend. I’m the luckiest loser alive.”

•|||——————————————————————|||•

9:34 pm

Ellie: I can’t stop thinking about you.

You: What else is new?

Ellie: No, but like… it’s bad. I’m at the store, and everything reminds me of you. I saw strawberries and thought about how you taste like them when you wear that lip gloss. It’s driving me insane.

You: Ellie, get it together.

Ellie: Can’t. Don’t wanna. I’d rather think about you.

You: You’re so thirsty.

Ellie: Yeah, for YOU. And I’m not sorry about it.

You: You’re ridiculous.

Ellie: But you love it. And you love me. Soooo… can I come over?

You: You’re lucky I love you.

Ellie: I know. Be ready when I get there.

[henry7931]

Head Swap Shorts

Borrowing My Son’s Body

Dan:

After I broke my leg, I wasn’t sure how I was going to make dinner for the family this year for big get together. Luckily, my son Sam had a great idea! Just borrow his body to get the job done.

So now I have Sam’s young body while he’s laying in my bed with mine on. The only thing that keeps throwing me off is how much I like having his body.

I feel weird to even think it but my son’s fit and it seems to get turned by the littlest of things. I really forgot what it’s like having a body this age I’ve had a boner all day long and I don’t really know what to do about it.

And now that I’m done cooking and the family shouldn’t be here for a couple more hours… I guess I can take care of it real quick?

So I went inside and went upstairs to check on Sam first. I carefully cracked the door to peak inside just in case he’s asleep— and to my surprise I see Sam literally jerking off and playing with my dick!!!

I almost said something but hey! I might as well do the same with his body.

So I headed to his room and stripped off all of his clothes. I looked down at my son’s perky junk and without any hesitation I started playing with it.

I start stroking his junk faster and faster. But in a matter of minutes, cum squirts out!

I clean off his body and walk to my room. This time I just walked right in.

Sam must of just finished up because he still had my dick out and was covered in my cum.

“Shit! Dad!!”

“Hey bud! Having fun in here?,” I say winking at him.

“Umm… yeah, sorry! This is isn’t what it looks like!”

“Listen son, it’s okay! I just finished up doing the same thing. Although, yours didn’t last that long. I wanted to see if we can stay like this until tomorrow.”

“Wow! Are you sure?”

“Yeah! I’m enjoying your body and it seems like you’re enjoying mine.”

I look down at my older dick and grinned at it.

Sam began to laugh and said, “yeah I like your body a lot. We can stay like this as long as you want dad.”

“Thanks son!”

Teddy

Christian:

Oh shit! I don’t know what to do. Here stands my uncle Cameron’s body withy freaking childhood teddy bear attached it. I was playing around with a couple of spells when he walked in and then this happened …

The weird part is his head isn’t communicating at all and yet it seems like the teddy bear is in control of his body.

I watched as the teddy bear feels up and down his new hairy arms down his new chest all the way to his legs thighs… he gets to my uncle’s junk and generally pats at it.

I watch as he tries to navigate his shorts he had on and gently peels them back. He put one of my uncle’s hands into his pants and begins peeing around.

“ hey can you hear me?” I asked the bear.

He stops for a second almost like he was looking up at me.

“So you can hear me,” I say to him.

He walks towards me and I feel a little nervous. I wasn’t sure what he was gonna do, but then he embraces me into a giant hug.

Not gonna lie it feels kinda good having my uncle’s big strong lawn wrapped around me. My uncle and I are very different. He’s a very stereotypical straight man, but one thing I would never actually admit is my attraction to his body.

I feel the teddy bear began to explore my body like he just did my uncles.

He gets to my bulge and begins to fondle out a bit. I taken my surroundings and realize it is just us in the room.

So I begin to fondle his junk as well.

We both eventually pull off our shorts. Standing close together, slowly, jerking each other off.

I begin to play with his nipples. I even put one in my mouth which is causes him to squirm a bit. I pull his body in for a tight hug. A rock hard dicks are rubbing up against each others. I squeeze his hairy ass.

He even does the same to me and then he does something that surprises me. I feel him insert one of my uncle’s fingers into my hole.

He does it so carefully, and if I didn’t know any better I think he’s done this before.

I say to him, “ let’s go to the room.”

I lead him to my uncle‘s bedroom and we both hop into bed.

I climb on top of him and make my way down to his dick. It’s a beautiful dick, thick and long complemented by a big hairy bush and big hairy balls.

I run my tongue from the head of it down to his ball sack. I get his dick, nice and wet before I get directly on top of it.

He helps me ease it into my hole. It’s just so tight getting in. But once we get going, he begins to start thrusting back-and-forth on me.

Moaning loudly and he’s using his hands to gently play with my cock.

I’m nearly screaming and our bodies are sweaty, and we can’t stop touching each other all over.

I turned my head around and I look at my uncle’s big hairy, stinky feet. I wanna suck on his toes so bad but I don’t wanna stop this moment.

 I watch his toes wiggle from excitement and it sends me over the edge. He’s thrusting in me faster and faster. He’s even going harder. I can’t take anymore, but somehow in the same time I cum and I feel his dick pour loads into my hole.

I looked down at my uncle‘s cum cover chest and I pull his dick out of me. His dick is still leaking and I even get a taste of it.

I turn around and lay back to my face or directly next to his feet. They take a big with his feet smell like a dirty gym. He just got back from a run earlier when he first walked in, and I realized he wasn’t even wearing socks.

I run my tongue up and down his soul. I realize it’s tickling the teddy bear a little bit.

A kiss each of his toes before I crawl my way back up. I feel him wrap his arm around me and I lean into my uncles chest.

I look up at the teddy bear and I say, “ do you want to stay this way forever?”

He gives me a thumbs up.

“Okay but we will have to work on your head. It’s cute but it will freak people out,” I say to him.

He pulls me in tighter and I can feel his fingers running up and down my back. Soon I fell asleep in his arms.

Two weeks later, Ted, which is what I like to call him now and I have gotten really close. He’s very smart and all they can’t speak. He does write to me.

I wanna show him so much, but I need to figure out how to change his head. I may be getting close in my spell book, but I want to be 100% sure.

So for now, me and Ted will just stay in the house. Honestly, it’s fine by me because the sex is amazing.

Coconut Head

Kent:

On vacation and something very strange happened to my older cousin. He was walking out back from the beach when all of a sudden a coconut fell off of a tree. It was so powerful that it knocked off his head and landed right on its shoulders.

I tried to help him pull it off, but it won’t move. We even took him to the hospital and they said just be patient. The coconut is on his neck so tight, but it will eventually loosen up. They said it could take weeks or even over a month.

So now I’m having to spend a lot of time taking care of my cousin’s body and his head.

Although it’s nice is if he does get a little sassy or bossy with me can always just leave his head in another room.

But what’s been really fun is while his head is away I get to explore his sexy body. My cousin is super hot and super ripped. I don’t even mind the coconut me and them because it lets me do whatever I want.

I’ll leave his head in another bedroom at night, which just leaves me in his body alone together. I’ll stay up all night, smelling and licking his pit and feet. Sucking off his cock licking his hole. I’ve even taught his body how to jerk me off and how to give a good foot job.

I’m not gonna lie I kind of hope the coconut gets stuck forever. He’s really talented with my cousin’s toes and he’s a great cuddler at night.

[charmac]

Danny did a little interview for AARP Magazine in December. I haven't seen it copied anywhere past the paywall and I enjoyed reading it, so wanted to repost here

(Article is pasted as text below the cut)

Noisemaker I was born in Asbury Park, New Jersey. I was the baby, my sister Theresa was 10 years older, my sister Angie was 16 years older, my mom had two sisters, and none of them shut up, ever. It’s an Italian family, so the decibel level is out there. A little smart aleck I went to Our Lady of Mount Carmel School, because if your mother and father didn’t know what to do with you, they gave you to the nuns. … and still a smart aleck I remember when Peter, my nephew, was born. I was 7 years old, and I went over and looked into the bassinet, and the first thing he did was pee on me. It was great! I don’t think there’s a conversation I’ve had with the guy over all these years where I don’t bring up the fact that he peed on me. Also an old softie Do anything you can to keep on an even keel with your family and friends, no matter what happens in your life. That’s all we have. Don’t hide things. You’ve got to get up every day thinking about how you’re going to make it easier for the people that you’re working with or that you love or that you eat breakfast with. Because it’s infectious; everybody starts feeling good. Falling into the business Growing up, I’d spend the weekends at the movies, but I actually wasn’t even thinking about doing it. I got introduced to the American Academy of Dramatic Arts in a roundabout way, took a couple classes, and I got the bug. And I thought, I’m not like Cary Grant, but I got a feel for this thing. So I studied, and then I went and started looking for jobs in New York, like every other actor does. I didn’t care what the description was—“male, 6 foot 4, 250 pounds”—I’d go out for the audition. Once I got in the room, I’m going to do what I’m going to do. Becoming Louie I wanted that part, Louie DePalma [in Taxi]. I walked into the room to audition in front of the four guys who created it, and I said, “One thing I want to know before we start. Who wrote this shit?” And I threw the script on the table. And I had a nanosecond of, did I screw everything up? Then they fell on the floor. Louie walked into their lives. Sudden fame I went to the market the day after the first episode aired, and people are stopping me on the street: “Hey, Louie!” They weren’t calling me Danny. After a couple of days of this, I called my publicist, and said, “This is really crazy. People are chasing me down the street.” He says, “Danny, you don’t have to worry until that stops happening.” Now it’s all, “Frank, Frank, Frank!” because of It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia, which is good. The fans are all you have. Still evolving I think I’m bolder than I’ve ever been—I don’t monitor myself as much. I do say things that are, like, pretty far out, that are really weird, and sometimes I’m inappropriate. But I am always respectful, and that’s because of my two sisters, I swear to God. You have to respect other people’s space.

My happy place Since my two grandbabies have been born, I am just in- corrigible. You gotta tamp me down in the joy department, you know what I’m saying? I’m just so lucky. Blessings have been showered down on me. I wish that for everybody.And the thing is to be aware of it. Don’t let it go. Rhea [Perlman, DeVito’s wife, from whom he is separated but with whom he still spends a lot of time] and I were always able to see those little, incremental changes when our kids were growing up. And I tell my kids that, with their babies: Don’t miss a thing, don’t look away. A sudden case of holidays I’m in the movie A Sudden Case of Christmas with my daughter Lucy, who plays my daughter. It’s just a real warm, wonderful movie, and I loved doing it. As far as the actual holidays go, we have family dinners. Basically we’re Italian, so you know, anybody who’s around, we grab. We get to celebrate all the holidays, because Rhea’s parents were Jewish, so we did all the Jewish holidays, and we do all the Catholic holidays or Italian holidays. My mantra It’s always a good thing to be positive about life, and always get out of bed thinking today’s the day you’re really going to kick its ass. That’s the way to do it

[vacz]

SOME HUNTER AU DOODLES! And this time WITH FULL COLOR YEIIII!!!!

I realized how most of my drawings don't have colors on it so I decide this time to paint some of the concepts, mostly of how Woodsman Wirt finds his new victims (which is the main point of the character--)

Now, how does he chase down people with a axe when he is carrying a huge bunch of breaches on his back? He just threw all that away and then came back to grab them all on the floor (They are already cut so...). When Wirt appears it is like playing the Russian Roulette, you don't know what to expect from him, BUT there is a way to tell: If he is the one to get closer first then you can be sure this guy is about to kill you. Wirt doesn't usually search specifically for victims... unless he needs more ellewood, in that case there is no way to convince him to not do it so you better pray you are faster than him.

And about the other doodles, some are like: how he wants to hold on himself on this "good boy" etiquette the Beast puts on him, you know, looking for aprobation to know if he is doing something 'right' and to be wanted despise his gruesome actions. And the other is Wirt being the beast's pet, and how much Wirt needs to feel affection, but since he can even make friends with other people, the person he has left is The Beast. The Beast's skin is literally wood, cold, with a bunch of holes on it, but Wirt would accept anything as long as it holds him tightly and affectionally

And finally the little comic is of @wirtpilgrim 's headcanon about Hunter Wirt having a small beard- I went with the whole 'being hairy' later. The reason why I liked it is because it actually makes sense, he doesn't really grow older and is basically in his eternal 17-18 limbo state but his hair DOES feel time, so if his hair did grow as much in his head... why wouldn't in the rest of his body?

Look, I know it's kinda weird I also made Wirt jacked in this AU but if you let me explain--

Okay! I hope you guys enjoy it! ^^#

[srovtl]

(Tea Etiquette Lecture) Figaro SR Card Story Translation

The answer is two-sided? - Episode 1

Figaro: Hey, Bradley. Do you want more tea? I'll pour you some.

Bradley: What? I want nothing from you.

Figaro: Don't worry, I didn't put anything weird in it. Here you go.

Bradley: Ah, hey… aaand, he poured without listening.

Figaro: Okay. Now that we've set the stage for a chat… Bradley.

Figaro: The game we all just played earlier. "Tell each other what we like about each other" game. Why don't we do it with just the two of us this time?

Bradley: Can't.

Figaro: Why not?

Bradley: Because there's not even a single thing I like about you. I can list tons of stuff I hate about you though.

Figaro: Then let's go with that. "Tell each other what we don't like about each other" game.

Bradley: Why, exactly...

Bradley: Anyway, there's no way you, with your high pride, could handle this game.

Figaro: Don't worry, I'm the kind doctor from the south. And this game does have its merits.

Figaro: A lot has happened between you and me... but as long as we are both sage's wizards, we need to get somewhat along or else Master Sage will be in trouble, right?

Figaro: So if I ask you what you hate and fix it if necessary, maybe we can build a more friendly relationship.

Bradley: Hah, you're still as articulate as ever. Bet it's just a way to kill time anyway.

Bradley: ...You were the one who brought it up, you better not snap at me no matter what I say.

Figaro: Of course. Well then, let's get started. You go first.

The answer is two-sided? - Episode 2

Bradley: …….

Bradley: I hate the way you pretend to be a good guy. Your nature is arrogant and cold-hearted, but you act all silly and call yourself the doctor from the south.

Bradley: It's the same now. It's creepy that you'd go out of your way to pour me tea.

Figaro: Creepy? How mean.

Figaro: The current me is the kind Doctor Figaro. I can't just leave someone be alone at a party.

Bradley: Hah, I say this, you say that. You should fix that cunning part of you too.

Bradley: Learn from the simplicity of the people in the north and Oz.

Figaro: ...Haha, I see.

Figaro: Now I understand how you see me. Thanks for letting me know.

Figaro: Well, I think I'll go back to the others.

Bradley: Hey, what about your turn? Since when are you the type to just accept getting told off.

Figaro: I'm fine. Even if I told you, you wouldn't change anything...

Figaro: And now I know what you like about me.

Bradley: Ha?

Figaro: You know, they say that hate is the opposite of love. In other words, you like me when I act like a northerner, don't you?

Figaro: Plus, you think of me as special among the wizards you know because I am the only one who can match you in conversation skills. 

Bradley: You...

Bradley: Gotta fix that part more than anything. 

Figaro: Hmm, I don't think that's possible.

Figaro: When I see this face on you, I don't want to fix it anymore.

Tell me what you like about me - Card Episode

Figaro: Master sage, the game we played at the tea party the other day was fun, wasn't it?

Figaro: You know, the one where we tell each other what we like about each other.

Akira: You mean the one Arthur suggested! I got embarrassed a little, but it was fun.

Figaro: I wish I could have asked you what you like about me, Master sage.

Akira: Huh, what I like about Figaro?

Akira: Hmm...

Figaro: Oh, you have to squeeze one out?

Akira: Ah, sorry! No, not at all.

Akira: Actually, there's a lot I like about you, so I'm not sure where to start...

Figaro: I see. I want to hear everything then. I'll wait as long as you want, so just tell me about it all.

Akira: Very well. Umm... I like how you're always calm and dependable...

Akira: Also, when I'm feeling anxious, you notice right away and gently listen to me.

Akira: Also, you always keep a close attention to your surroundings, and give me advice on things I haven't noticed, and also...

Figaro: ……

Akira: Hm, is something wrong?

Figaro: Sorry, it's nothing. I just never thought you'd praise me this much.

Figaro: Thank you. For me, I like how you can praise others so honestly, Master Sage.

Homescreen voiceline

I was wondering if there was ever a person who can bring this group of a little too colorful personalities together…. Master Sage, seriously who are you? Haha, just kidding. Thanks as always.

[flieslikeamoron]

For the ask meme, if you're still doing it! I wish you would write a fic where either Eddie or Steve can read the other's mind, or feel their emotions, or are otherwise psychically linked in some way. :)

Hiiiii! At one point I was thinking about writing a soul bond type of thing where the bat bites create a hive mind that Steve and Eddie share. Your ask reminded me of the idea so I wrote a little bit of what that could have been like. Some dicks and stuff behind the cut.

-*-

It’s not that weird.

Sure, it’s a little strange Steve always seems to know when Eddie pulls into the parking lot at Family Video. Even if he’s in the back room, couldn’t possibly have heard the rattle of the van’s rusted muffler. 

And yes, he can tell when Eddie’s hungry. Thirsty. Tired. Can tell without asking if he’s craving a burger or spaghetti. Can tell where Eddie is in a room without looking. Can feel it like a magnet pulling. But he knows when Robin’s hungry just by looking too. Or when she has a crush on someone. He knows when Nancy’s fed up or trying not to laugh. He knows when Dustin’s about to go off on some nerd rant before he starts talking. 

It’s just because they’re friends now. That has to be why he feels so much better when Eddie’s around. Like something he didn’t know was missing clicking into place. That’s friendship, isn’t it? 

It’s not that weird. 

Not compared to all the shit they’ve been through. It’s nice, actually, the way Eddie smiling at him sinks deep into him like sunshine on his skin. The way Eddie’s pacing footsteps or the drumming of his fingers on the counter thumps in a rhythm against Steve’s chest. Even when Eddie’s pissed, it rattles like rain on a tin roof in a way Steve kind of likes. 

It’s just because Steve likes him. It’s not a big deal that he hasn’t felt exactly like this about any of the other people he’s friends with. Any of the people he loves. Different isn’t bad. There’s no reason to mention it. What would he even say? Do you know when I’m thirsty too? Do you feel like a lock turning when you touch me? That does make it sound weird. And what if Eddie says no. What if Eddie has no idea what he’s even talking about. 

No, Steve will just give him a Coke when he knows Eddie wants a Coke. And bask in the smile that gets him. There’s no reason to bring it up. To make it weird.

Until.

It comes out of nowhere, heat building low in his gut when Steve’s in the middle of putting his laundry away. He’s got the phone trapped between his ear and his shoulder, Robin on the other end giving him a play-by-play of her latest not-date with Vicki. He puts the rest of his jeans away, trying to ignore how turned on he is for no apparent reason. But there’s something fucked up about having Robin’s voice in his ear while he’s popping a boner. 

“I gotta go,” he interrupts. “Sorry, I forgot I have to-” He tries to think of something he could be doing that’s not jerking off.

“Am I boring you?”

“No I just-” He stops again. This time because he has the oddest feeling. Almost the feeling of a hand on him. Of fingers pinching into his nipple. It’s never really done much for him, having his nipples played with. But a pulse of heat goes right through his balls. He curls a hand thoughtlessly against his boner, feeling the needy weight of it. “I’ll call you in a sec.” He can hear Robin protesting as he hangs up and tosses the phone aside. 

She calls right back, but he lets it ring. Too busy tugging his pants down. He can’t explain anyway. That he just really needs to get off right now. It’s rude as hell. He doesn’t know why he’s- But he’s so turned on. He’ll make it up to her after he gets this out of his system. 

He tugs his underwear down enough to get his dick out, starting to stroke himself with one hand, the other braced on his dresser. He likes to start slow normally, get himself worked up, but he feels strung tight as if he’s already been at it for a while. He spits in his hand, spreads precome down the shaft. Watching his hand move, the head of his dick red and slick in the circle of his fingers. 

There’s something wrong with his vision, something sort of blurry like a double exposure in a photograph. He blinks. It’s like the almost there of another hand, that’s not his hand. Of a dick that’s not his dick. He can almost feel it ghost against his skin when that hand moves, off rhythm with his. It’s making his dick throb, gut snarled tight with heat. It’s making him dizzy. He closes his eyes, and tries to focus on the slide of his hand. Just his hand. Tries to picture Phoebe Cates getting out of the pool. Perfect boobs and a slo-mo smile. But the picture in his head feels impossible to hold on to. Feels like he can’t- 

And then he’s seeing himself a little hazy and far away like looking through clear water. It’s him pulling himself out of the pool in his swim team speedos. Muscles flexing. Water streaming off him. Hand running through his own wet hair, and a cocky grin on his face. 

And okay, he knows he’s a good-looking guy. But he’s not- His ego isn’t this big. This isn’t the him he sees in the mirror. It’s sort of- Everything a little better than he actually is. The him he wishes he was. 

He didn’t- The shape of it feels wrong inside his head, like it doesn’t fit right. But he’s watching himself sitting down now, at the edge of the pool. And there's someone still in the water. There are hands on his thighs. A mouth on his cock. He can’t see much of the other person but long, dark, wet hair. He can almost feel it, the heat of that mouth on his cock. The sizzle of it through his mind going straight to his balls. And every time he strokes himself it’s like he feels it in his dick, and then he feels it again somehow like an echo throbbing through him. An overwhelming feedback loop of want and need and how good it feels. God. Fuck. I’m gonna come. He is gonna come, but he hears it against the inside of his head, and it doesn’t sound like him. It sounds like-

“Eddie?” he says cautiously. Out loud and in his head too.

He feels a quick stab of shock, fear. It feels like the rest of it. Sort of the wrong shape inside his body, inside his head. And then it’s like he’s got a song stuck in his head, but it’s a heavy metal song he’s never heard before. 

“Eddie?” He thinks it harder. Tries to make it a scream, send it out past the inside of his own head. But the music keeps going, the noise of it so loud he can hardly think past it, can’t hear past it to whatever Eddie’s thinking behind it. That is Eddie behind it though, he’s pretty sure. That was Eddie just now. The things Steve was feeling. That was what Eddie was thinking about while he was getting off. He was thinking about Steve. 

Steve should be more weirded out by that, probably. Knowing he’s starring in Eddie Munson’s wet dreams is a bit of a surprise. He didn’t even know Eddie’s gay. He waits to feel shocked or upset, but outside of being kind of confused how any of this is even happening, he doesn’t seem to mind it. It’s a compliment, really. If that’s the way Eddie sees him. He kind of likes it, actually, in a deep down, self-satisfied way that makes him wonder if he does need to work on his ego after all. 

He feels vaguely guilty that he accidentally ruined the guy’s jerk off session. He looks down at his hand on his dick. He’s not sure if he should finish now. It’s like stolen valor or something. Is he even horny or was he just piggy-backing? However he got here, he’s still pretty close. He gives himself a couple careful strokes. Can Eddie feel that? Or was it just a one way connection? He heard it when Steve thought his name though. The heavy metal is still fucking blasting, so maybe he can’t hear or feel Steve past that just like Steve can’t hear him. He doesn’t know if he should risk it though. 

It’s pretty fucking weird.

The kind of weird he can’t ignore. 

He takes a cold shower, the heavy metal stuck in his head starting to give him a headache. Could you turn it down a little? he tries thinking. If it gets through to Eddie, he ignores it. Steve tries to figure out if there’s a way to turn down the volume on his end. Putting his fingers in his ears doesn’t help. He tries counting backward from a hundred and that seems like it does something, sort of. But as soon as he stops counting he can hear the music just as loud. Maybe Eddie will turn it off on his own if Steve gives him a little time to stop freaking out. 

He’s got to be freaking out. Having the dude you’re jerking off about pop up in your head has to be the nightmare scenario of all time. But how is Steve supposed to tell him it’s cool if he won’t stop putting up a wall of sound?

Or maybe Steve could try something a little less direct than whatever this head to head connection is. He tries calling Eddie’s trailer. No answer. He tries the walkie. No answer.

He wonders if Eddie can tell he’s pulling into the trailer park like Steve can always tell when he’s pulling up the street to Steve’s house. Steve can feel it. That magnet tug as he walks up the stairs. That feeling just underneath his breast bone that always seems to orient toward Eddie like a compass pointing north. He wonders if Eddie can feel that too. 

But maybe he can’t, because he looks shocked when he opens the door. Wide-eyed for just a second. The music breaks apart in Steve’s head enough that he can feel fear, just for a second. Less than that. Barely long enough to notice if he hadn’t been paying attention. And then the music starts up again, and whatever Eddie’s feeling is hidden behind it. Behind the easy laugh as he reaches out to thump Steve on the chest with the back of his hand like normal. Says, “You couldn’t call?” like Steve didn’t. Says, “You’re lucky I don’t have a life,” and tugs Steve in through the doorway. Like normal. 

For a moment Steve thinks maybe it was all in his head. Maybe he’s just like- Losing it. Maybe he's making up weird shit and thinking he and Eddie have some kind of psychic connection and hearing things that aren’t there and seeing things that aren’t there. Maybe none of it is real. And there’s nothing weird here except him. 

But there’s music in his head. And he doesn’t know this song.

[m3tr0n0m333]

saw you wanted questions!! :-3

in smoke and mirrors, do the hallucinations get worse with the limit of food and water to keep his mind sane? or is it only ever a hallucination of sonic? would he become more 'believable'?

Sonic is the only “hallucination” in this au, and still, not really sure if it’s weird prism energy things or a genuine hallucination with the appearance of a prism just for Nine’s mind to mock him.

I did take the “sentient prism theory” (thanks brainworms) so the prism does have some play in this, which is why Nine doesn’t get many other hallucinations. But it’s enough to question his sanity anyways. He constantly switches from accepting he might be going insane from isolation and withering away in the Grim or thinking about if there’s a genuine, non-mental reason. Tbh I haven’t really thought up an ending for it yet so I can’t say whether he figures it out or not, or if is really is a mere hallucination and he ends up dying eventually, but at least he had company, right? So yeah. Um. No confirmed ending, so no other hallucinations thus far. (But if they were, they would probably be less vivid.

The whole point of Sonic looking non-believable is so Nine literally can’t convince himself it’s actually Sonic. His mind is logical- he has imagination but it’s not enough to be completely delusional(?) enough that he can see the bright, crystally, Sonic and think “that’s the real Sonic.”. It’s a constant reminder that Sonic had left, he’s supposed to be alone, and he’s cursed with a visage of the blue hedgehog. But still, he can’t help but find comfort in this fake version, which seriously pisses him off, because it’s so illogical to find comfort in something that isn’t real. He might as well be stupid. Nine doesn’t want to become a fool, he prides himself on his genius, after all.

I wouldn’t be able to believe he’s the real Sonic either lol. I KNOW I’VE ALREADY DRAWN THEM LIKE THIS WHERE SONIC IS UNNATURALLY GLOWY BUT ITS FUNNY TO ME. Every time Nine wakes up he thinks he’s being flashbanged /J but he is a HUGE contrast to the dimly lit grim.

[silverynight]

A tamed wild hashira

Lemon, explicit

Maybe Zenitsu is right and Tanjirou can't befriend every single person he meets, no matter how much he wants to.

Although he still refuses to believe it; Zenitsu says that if he keeps trying to do the same thing with the wind hashira, he's gonna end up killing him.

Tanjirou pouts as he heads towards the butterfly estate for a while, maybe his friend is right and he should give up. Although he still made ohagi for him as a last attempt.

The situation is really confusing to him; Shinazugawa is constantly trying to fight him and he has no idea why.

Tanjirou leaves all the ohagi he made in the kitchen and tells Aoi and the butterfly girls to give it to Shinazugawa when they see him.

He goes to his room; he has one all to himself now. After he leaves his stuff, he helps the kakushi around and does some chores before taking a bath and going to sleep.

He usually takes care of Nezuko or plays with her, but right now she's with Urokodaki for safety reasons.

The butterfly estate is very quiet that night; most of the slayers are training with the Pillars and the kakushi are with the few ones on patrol.

His side of the building is empty, but he doesn't mind; perhaps he can sleep for a couple of hours for once before going to train on his own.

Tanjirou doesn't remember his dream, although maybe it's because his body was on alert and at the first noise of someone sliding the door open, he wakes up and he moves off the futon immediately.

"You heard me?" A shadow mocks him in the middle of the room. "Not bad."

The hashira walks into the moonlight that comes from the window and Tanjirou sighs; he wants to rest for once and can smell so much irritated energy coming from the Pillar he's not sure he wants to deal with that at the moment. Sometimes, he thinks that if he just released all that aggressive energy (without hurting anyone) he'd be a lot nicer.

Maybe he just needs to train more with the other hashira.

Then, Tanjirou smiles when he smells the ohagi coming from Shinazugawa.

"You ate the ohagi I made you? I'm so glad!" Tanjirou beams, feeling genuinely happy. Maybe this means they can finally be friends, right?

Shinazugawa takes a couple of steps closer and growls.

"I DIDN'T ASK YOU TO GIVE ME ANYTHING!"

Honestly. Tanjirou starts thinking that this might be a lost cause.

"But I wanted to!"

Shinazugawa hisses and the redhead braces himself for an attack; actually Tanjirou is going to headbutt him again because he wants to go back to sleep.

"WHY AREN'T YOU AFRAID OF ME?"

"There's nothing to be afraid of!"

Then, when Shinazugawa jumps, Tanjirou hits him on the forehead with his and the Pillars falls on the floor.

For a moment, Tanjirou thinks the wind hashira looks back at him, impressed, but then he growls again before getting back on his feet.

Suddenly, Tanjirou finds himself against the wall, cornered by the angry Pillar.

He really wants to go back to sleep.

"Why are you here?"

Those grey eyes stare back at his with so much heat, Tanjirou doesn't know what to think. It's like Shinazugawa is burning inside. The redhead can practically feel the tension between them.

"I can't stop thinking about you because you're so annoying!" He snarls, baring his teeth at him. "I know if I defeat you I will be able to get you off my head!"

Tanjirou sighs again... it seems another fight is inevitable, but he doesn't want to destroy anything in there.

"Let's go outside, alright?"

The Pillar narrows his eyes even more and doesn't move an inch. Tanjirou notices that the door is closed.

"Don't tell me what to do!"

He leans closer before he bites Tanjirou's neck. Actually, the bite doesn't hurt a lot, Shinazugawa doesn't put too much pressure on it; it's just a warning.

However, Tanjirou feels something... there's a shiver down his spine and a warm sensation that spreads all over his body that prompts him to let a weird sound out of his mouth.

It doesn't sound like he's in pain. On the contrary.

They both freeze as Tanjirou starts turning pink. Shinazugawa's eyes darken suddenly and the tension between them shifts to something the redhead doesn't quite understand... yet.

"I'm sorry... maybe we should go outside?" Tanjirou insists, still embarrassed about what happened.

Shinazugawa takes a few steps closer without looking away from Tanjirou, almost like he's in some sort of trance.

That's when Tanjirou's feels the Pillar's body against his. The man has a lot of muscle under that uniform.

It makes Tanjirou shiver. His face is getting hotter.

"Do that again," the wind hashira demands and Tanjirou puts both hands on his chest to prevent him from getting closer, but it's worse because he touches bare, warm skin.

"W-What?" Tanjirou asks, even though he knows exactly what he wants.

"The sound."

He shakes his head.

"Just once," Shinazugawa's voice changes suddenly; it's deeper and intimate somehow. Completely different from what it sounded like a couple of minutes ago.

"It's not like I can do that just because you ask–"

Teeth sink into the soft skin of his neck again, but this time it's different, this time it's playful, not aggressive and not with the intention to hurt. It's barely a nibble.

Tanjirou moans out loud and does it again when a tongue licks the bite afterwards.

Everything changes between them at that moment.

"Listen, m-maybe we should–"

"Please."

Tanjirou almost chokes at the word that comes from Shinazugawa's mouth, he knows he probably hasn't said that in a long time, maybe never.

The thing is... Tanjirou wants to keep going too, but he's not sure if it's the right choice. All of the Pillar's irritation has vanished suddenly, only to be replaced by a deep desire.

Tanjirou finally knows what's that spicy scent coming from Shinazugawa; it's always been there, but it was hidden under annoyance.

His body relaxes suddenly and he blushes even more because of what will come next.

"Okay."

Shinazugawa presses their mouths together then; the kiss is intense, he shoves his tongue inside Tanjirou's mouth like he's been starving for it. He pushes and licks like he's going into battle, growling in approval when Tanjirou makes little sounds every time he licks his teeth or deep inside his mouth.

The hashira's hands are everywhere, pulling Tanjirou's shirt and taking off his pants.

"Wait," Tanjirou stops him, taking a deep breath. "I don't want to be the only one naked."

Shinazugawa smirks before biting Tanjirou's earlobe and pushing him back towards the futon.

He gets rid of his uniform quickly and Tanjirou gasps when he sees that he's very much hard already.

"Uhh..." He can't think of anything to say because suddenly Shinazugawa's body is pressed against his and the skin to skin contact makes Tanjirou moan again.

He feels his own cock getting hard.

"Such a tiny waist," the hashira comments, grinning before putting both hands on Tanjirou's waist and moving his hips in a way that their cocks start rubbing against each other.

It feels amazing and Tanjirou can't help but make a needy sound again.

"Keep doing that for me, Tanjirou," he encourages him. It's probably the first time he has heard him saying something like that around him. Something nice and positive for once.

He's very attractive when he's not being aggressive.

Suddenly, the warm weight on him is gone and Tanjirou whimpers at the absence of it.

"Where are you going?"

Shinazugawa chuckles, looking for something in a night table. His body seems to be made of pure muscle mass.

"It's alright. I'll be with you in a second."

He comes back with a bottle full of oil.

"Sometimes they leave these in the rooms just in case." He explains to Tanjirou.

The redhead blushes at the implications, but at the same time it makes sense; the place is full of young people. Of course they're not the first ones to have sex there.

Then, Shinazugawa kisses him again; it's so weird to see him that calm and almost playful, but at the same time Tanjirou is sure he was like that before his family died.

As his lips slide down Tanjirou's neck, the Pillar pinches one of his nipples between two fingers, prompting Tanjirou to arch his back and rub himself against him.

"So responsive," Shinazugawa smirks, looking down at Tanjirou's body with hunger. "I shouldn't be surprised. You've always been like that during our fights. It's like your body has a mind on its own."

When he puts Tanjirou's legs over his shoulder, he knows what it comes next and he shivers in anticipation.

"I'm not going to be gentle." He warns him, eyes growing dark. However, it seems like he's giving Tanjirou time to reconsider.

"I can take it," he assures him. "Besides, I don't want you to be gentle."

His words make Shinazugawa's cock twitch in anticipation. He curses before biting Tanjirou's cheek.

"You're so fucking... perfect," he growls before sliding a wet finger inside him, followed by another right away.

This time Tanjirou's moan is even louder than before; having two fingers inside himself feels weird, but not in a bad way.

Shinazugawa smirks as he pushes those two fingers in and out Tanjirou's entrance. At some point, just a he licks a drop of sweat off Tanjirou's chest he uses his free thumb to press against the redhead's balls.

Tanjirou whines softly.

"Not good enough, apparently," the wind hashira observes as he adds another finger and twists the three of them inside Tanjirou until he presses a sweet spot that makes Tanjirou sob and almost scream in pleasure.

He should be more quiet, he should–

"There it is!" He grins before cruelly pulling all his fingers out.

"Wait..." Tanjirou pleads, but suddenly there's something bigger pressing against his entrance.

"You're so needy," Shinazugawa comments like it's a compliment. He seems to be enjoying himself.

With a quick push, Shinazugawa shoves himself inside Tanjirou. He tries to relax to take the hashira's dick in, as the initial burning sensation disappears.

"Shinazugawa-san..."

"My name is Sanemi and I want to hear you scream it," he hisses with pleasure as he starts pounding inside Tanjirou at a fast pace.

He told him he wasn't going to be gentle.

"Sanemi-san," Tanjirou moans, body moving as the other keeps slamming his cock against his entrance.

"Not enough," Shinazugawa says as he moves closer. He starts sucking one of Tanjirou's nipples without mercy.

A whimper comes from Tanjirou's lips as he moves his own hips in response. The friction is delicious and the sounds of flesh against flesh are obscene, but amazing and yet Tanjirou thinks there's something else missing.

Teeth sink into his shoulder and a shiver makes him arch in the exact moment Shinazugawa slams into him again. Tanjirou moans in response.

Tanjirou realizes then that Shinazugawa's stamina is insane; the pace is brutal, but he hasn't stopped since he started fucking him.

At least he's not the only one who'll end up with marks because Tanjirou's grip on the Pillar's back is so strong, he's sure he's drawing a little bit of blood. Shinazugawa doesn't seem to mind or care for that matter.

"Ah... aren't you–" suddenly, Tanjirou sees white as the other moves a bit and finally hits that spot inside him.

The sound that comes from his lips is something he has never heard before; Tanjirou blushes at his own response, but at the same he wants more of it.

"More!"

Shinazugawa chuckles, but he pulls out completely, prompting Tanjirou to whine as his eyes start to water.

"Shh... calm down. I'm not done with you."

The Pillar turns him around easily; it's like Tanjirou's weight is nothing to him. He manhandles him as much as he wants until Tanjirou's cheek is back on his pillow.

He's on his knees, with his ass exposed, but he's not nervous, even when he feels Shinazugawa spreading his legs apart.

There's a hand on his waist and another on the back of his head now, immobilizing him. Tanjirou knows that he can move if he truly wants, but he's enjoying the sensation of being at Shinazugawa's mercy.

He moans in anticipation.

He hears a chuckle.

"So impatient," but the wind hashira's voice breaks a little, almost like he's as desperate as Tanjirou.

When he thrusts his cock inside this time, Tanjirou screams. He's getting dizzy, but Shinazugawa doesn't give him time to enjoy the first wave of pleasure.

This time it's the hashira's turn to moan.

"You're still so fucking tight, even though you have had my cock inside you already. It's amazing." His voice is deep with want and hunger as he pounds into him fast and hard.

Fingers press hard against the soft skin of his waist and the hand on his head tugs his hair a bit as Shinazugawa slams himself deeper inside Tanjirou.

This time he hits the spot again and when Tanjirou whimpers he keeps hitting the spot even harder.

Tanjirou sobs, overwhelmed by pleasure as the other pulls out and right back inside.

"Sanemi-san!" He screams because he wants him to stop in order to give him time to recover, but at the same time he doesn't want to say the word.

Shinazugawa pounds into him faster and Tanjirou stops breathing for a moment as his vision turns white and he comes all over the sheets.

His body starts relaxing, but Shinazugawa keeps slamming through Tanjirou's aftershocks.

Shinazugawa turns his head around to kiss another soft moan from Tanjirou's lips as he comes inside him.

He collapses over Tanjirou, cock still buried in him.

The next thing Tanjirou knows is that he's empty again and Shinazugawa is gently cleaning them both.

He's so tired he falls asleep soon after, although he swears he feels a kiss on his forehead.

When he wakes up he's covered by clean sheets and there's a tray full of food next to him. Tanjirou turns around only to find Shinazugawa fully dressed, kneeling next to the futon.

"Did you bring me breakfast? Thank you!" Tanjirou smiles. He's not sure how to act around him after what happened and part of him expected him to go back to being aggressive, but it seems Shinazugawa is a lot relaxed around him now.

He nods, but doesn't say anything, cheeks turning slightly pink almost like he's shy.

"I wanted to talk to you about yesterday," the Pillar clears his throat as Tanjirou eats.

"Tell me. Listen, it's okay if you want to pretend–"

Shinazugawa growls, cutting him off.

"I... liked it. No, I loved every second of it and I'm not going to pretend like nothing happened," he narrows his eyes, almost like he's daring Tanjirou to say otherwise. "I want us to be... I want..."

He curses, unable to find the right words.

"I want you to be mine."

Tanjirou blushes at his bluntness, but it's not like he doesn't like the idea.

"You want us to be in a relationship?"

Shinazugawa nods, although it seems like he's not entirely happy with the word. Like he wants more.

"As long as you're mine and no one else's."

"Alright," Tanjirou blushes again. Wondering how he ended up in this situation. Yesterday morning he thought Shinazugawa hated him. "We can do that."

Shinazugawa leans closer, grabs Tanjirou by the back of his head and kisses him on the lips like he's starving.

"You're lucky I have to train a group of morons today," the wind hashira grins. "Otherwise I would've fucked you against the wall already."

Tanjirou turns bright red again and wonders if he made the right choice. He's not sure he will be able to survive being in a relationship with him.

"I'll come see you soon."

***

"Tanjirou! Tanjirou!" Zenitsu comes running as he's training in the butterfly estate. "The crazy Pillar has gotten completely mad!"

"What do you mean? Did he hurt Genya?"

"No!" Zenitsu rolls his eyes. "He's... he has calmed down a bit actually! It's so weird! Well, he still beats the shit out of us during training, but he gives us breaks now!"

Tanjirou can't help but smile, glad Shinazugawa is trying to be kinder now.

"Why are you making that face? He's still mean!"

"But he's trying to be better and that's all that matters!"

Zenitsu rolls his eyes and stares back at him like Tanjirou is the crazy one now.

"Anyway! What do you think happened to him?"

"Simple!" A couple of slayers approach them then, not even bothering to hide they were listening to their conversation. "He got laid!"

Tanjirou chokes, turning completely red.

"What?" Zenitsu says in disbelief. "Of course not!"

"We've been talking about it for a while," says another with a mischievous grin. "He just needed a good fuck to calm down!"

"Who would have let THAT fuck them? I mean HE'S TERRIFYING!"

Tanjirou looks anywhere but at them, although he's glad that Zenitsu's words make them reconsider.

"He has a point. I don't think anyone would be brave enough to approach him."

Tanjirou makes sure his uniform is in place, so no one can see the bruises on his body; even the ones on his neck are properly covered.

"Maybe he just ate something he really liked! I heard he likes ohagi!" Tanjirou says, regretting it immediately. It sounds ridiculous even to his ears.

"Maybe," says one of them, although he doesn't actually believe it. "Anyway, it doesn't matter! As long as he doesn't kill us!"

Once they leave, Tanjirou feels a lot better. However, the relieved smile on his face vanishes when he turns around and realizes Zenitsu is still there, staring at him with a suspicious expression on his face.

"What was that?"

"What do you mean?"

"You don't believe the ohagi bullshit! You lied!" Zenitsu accuses him and Tanjirou feels terrible then. "You know something!"

"No," Tanjirou mumbles, biting his bottom lip.

"You lied again! What's going on? What happened? Did you fight the crazy Pillar again?"

"No," Tanjirou says and notices that Zenitsu relaxes somewhat.

"Then what happened?"

Tanjirou shakes his head, because he doesn't want to lie again.

"I don't want to talk about it."

Suddenly, Zenitsu's eyes seem to open wide. And then he makes an incredulous, almost disgusted expression.

"Tell me you didn't."

Tanjirou blushes to the tip of his ears.

"Let me see your neck!"

"No!"

Before Zenitsu can actually manage to unbutton the collar of his uniform a hand grabs him by the head with ease and throws him away from Tanjirou.

Shinazugawa looks murderous.

"Do you want to die?"

"NO, I'M SORRY!"

"Then don't touch him again."

Zenitsu nods trying to get up and Tanjirou swears his friend's jaw drops to the ground when Shinazugawa turns around and kisses Tanjirou's forehead before handing him a bento box.

"I'll see you after I train with Iguro and Tokito," he whispers against his hair. "Enjoy your lunch."

"Thanks, Sanemi-san!"

Shinazugawa throws one last glare in Zenitsu's direction before leaving.

Tanjirou waits for his friend to start yelling at him but instead, he smiles like a madman.

"You have tamed the beast!"

"He's not a beast!"

"This means you can control him now, Tanjirou!"

"No."

"Can you make him release me from his training? Come on, Tanjirou!"

Tanjirou sighs, already knowing Zenitsu will follow him for the rest of the day.

***

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ooo, this sounds fun! as a Playlist Person™ and someone that spends entirely too much time using the spotify app-- i can get with this

thanks for the tag @junkyardghost !

let's see what my On Repeat playlist has in store for me...

January: We Three (My Echo, My Shadow, and Me) by The Ink Spots

sounds about right (don't mind me sobbing in the corner-- self isolation woo! ...i'm working on it...) but my romantic prospects are slim and the one(s) that do exist are... confusing to say the least.

February: Juliet by Cavetown

hm yes, the depression continues. this makes sense unfortunately. but at least i have a bangin' soundtrack.

March: Jambalaya (On The Bayou) by Hank Williams

i... don't really know how to interpret this?? it's kinda a fun little love song to the bayou and a special person.

April: Hell and You by Amigo the Devil

definitely a love song... but is it love or obsession?

May: The Exorcist by CALYPSO

standing up to oppressive forces by showing how they twist their sacred texts for their own personal gain set to a funky electronic beat... intriguing?? what does this mean??

June: It's Called: Freefall by Paris Paloma

okay, okay... this is a cover. and i love rainbow kitten surprise, but paris' cover is just so soft and i really appreciate that aspect of it. this song feels like brushing yourself off after being used by people around you... and i don't know if i like the implications of that.

July: Feel Good Inc. by Gorillaz

so *cackles* this song is like-- half gibberish and nonsense until you read deeper into it i guess?? but it's happy and chill enough and i'm cool with that.

August: Wasteland, Baby! by Hozier

what a sweet and undeniable love song! hozier is The Simp™ and in all honesty if this means i'm gonna have this energy in my life, i will welcome that with open arms.

September: I Can't Decide by Scissor Sisters

*WHEEZE* what the actual hell, that's like a full 360 from the last one but okay. onto greener pastures of murder sprees i guess??

(FOR LEGAL REASONS THAT IS A JOKE)

October: Way of the Triune God - Jubilee Version by Tyler Childers

okay so this song really makes me feel connected to my spirituality (even though i'm not particularly religious) so i don't know if that means i'm going to dive further into that or what but sounds good to me

November: From Eden by Hozier

my man hozier coming in hot again with more yearning. but should someone want to yearn for me and all my flaws the way i do-- by all means, show yourself.

December: Call Me Devil by Friends in Tokyo

i-- this song is about being the villain?? am i the villain?? do i have a reason to be the villain???

I fully expected waaaay more of my grungy/alt/metal stuff in here but also-- I've been in a weird headspace as of late so *shrugs* this is what we're working with. funny how things work out that way, huh? anyway, this was fun!

no tags specifically, if anyone wants to play, feel free!

I don't know if this will catch on, but I just got inspired to start a tag game to predict how everyone's 2025 will go with a little the help of Spotify.

Rules are simple: Shuffle through your On Repeat playlist and the first 12 songs coming up represent each month of 2025.

January: 今日もひとりごと by 海羽 Very fitting, since January usually is one of my most lonely and gloomy months. So, no surprise here.

February: Little Wolf from Epic the Musical Going feral, huh? I might also find my very own Athena?

March: Ma Meilleure Ennemie by Stromae and Pomme But we're toxic for each other... damn!

April: God Games from Epic the Musical She's going to fight tooth and nail for my sake, omg! 🥹💕

May: Poison (Official Remix) by Blake Roman Still toxic, though...

June: Merry Sinsmas by Benny Bennack III Sure... why not.

July: IYKYK by XG Having some fun together (possibly in outer space?)

August: Dangerous from Epic the Musical Oh no!

September: Chk Chk Boom (Festival Ver.) by Stray Kids OH NO! Athena?

October: Hell's Greatest Dad by Jeremy Jordan and Amir Talai What? Whose Dad? I'm confused.

November: Howling by XG Just a continuation of February, I guess. Awooooh!

December: Come Play by Stray Kids and Young Miko OH SHIT?! guessilldie.jpg

(Sorry for all the silly comments, I haven't slept all night and am in a weird mood. Ignore them if you want to.)

Tagging: @literatetrashpanda @stargazing-enby @glimmah @cloudyvulpine @aatif-alam @trensu @xfangheartx @lost-romantique @sanguine-succubus @bodienne @reylokisses @luleck and literally anyone who wants to. I want this to spread! No pressure, though... as always. 💕

[galedekarios]

a bioware game tradition datv def carries on for me personally is that i just don't vibe with any of the comp/comp or comp/npc ship they cooked up.

[dykedvonte]

I hate the stretch lines in the front of Curly's uniform because that means the devs rushed to make a model in like a month or so and thought "They gotta at least know he has huge knockers, gotta know he's got back pain." Cause like what is the thematic importance of his tits having overhang?

What responsibility is that representing? Breast reduction? It shows an inherent greed in his character due to the excess and heshouldletmeholdone and that he clearly is blinded cause if he tries to look down his damn ladder all he's seeing is his own cleavage.

[galactaknightyaoi]

When I first got into Kirby, I didn't expect to like, actually get into it. I thought it'd be like any other hyperfixation I'd had up to that point, that it would go away within a few months and I'd never think about it again.

Given I was so deeply in denial, I didn't care about being fully accurate and had some stuff that was really goofy and/or underdeveloped and unexplained. Stuff I'd made up to just work for the limited time I would be there.

Still, I came up with a few headcanons that I got attached to, and when I started realizing this was here to stay, I still chose to be stubborn and had to work backwards to keep these stupid headcanons, but adapt them into something a bit more fitting and polished.

It led to some cool stuff, like for example, my orbs aren't very magical, this was something I had settled on early on. But after I got invested, I had to think about what that actually meant and the implications of it like, how can they do this without magic? And what about that? What about this canon thing, how do I explain it?

I found decent enough explanations for all of these. But as a result of my unserious beginnings and continued stubborness, now I get really embarrassed at the time to actually talk about my headcanons and the stuff I've come up with.

Because what do you mean your Galacta Knight is half-dragon?

[sieglinde-freud]

oh im obsessed with this actually… who ever wrote this one i am kissing u on the forehead and hugging you real tight… inigo is such a loverboy im kkkhhhhhhijnsdnfng