#my initial idea was somewhere in here but these two talking to each other? they had other plans

[enniewritesathing]

checking in

John, texting: “Hey babe, I’m gonna be away from the phone for a bit. Gonna be out for an hour. Maybe sooner, maybe later.”

Brian: “okay. 🙂 are you gonna talk to 🐺 while you’re away?”

John: “If he wants to. You want me to say hi?”

Brian: “yes. 🥰”

(John laughs softly.) “I’ll tell him.”

Brian: “i’ll leave you to it. 😚🫡”

John: “😚”

(John tosses his phone onto the bed and locks the door. He knows that Spaghetti will barrel her way into the room demanding attention or acting like she’s an urchin child asking for food when in fact she was fed forty minutes ago.

Besides, she’s probably rolling in catnip flakes zooted out of her little cat mind.)

(John plops onto the meditation stool with a grunt and settles in the slight groove.)

(The birds are chirping outside. The leaves are rustling with the strong gust of wind outside. The forecast for the day did say it was supposed to be gusty. Should probably put up his hair when he goes out.)

(It’s supposed to rain tonight. Brian’ll sleep well tonight. Okay. Okay. Just breathe.

The birds stop. The winds die down.)

(The walls melt away. The carpet that needs a quick clean beneath his crossed legs change into something, but it’s whatever.)

(The seat molds into something round. The air’s cooler. Drier. Earthy.)

(He’s here.)

(John’s knees crack as he rises -- damn, they should not be soundling like this.)

(Everything’s in order. Not that he wasn’t expecting it to be in any disarray. John knows that he’s not gonna cross the arch way.)

(They’ve talked about it, the door way. It used to be always closed, occasionally cracked opened with him peering out like a feral cat hiding under the bed. It took him a while to get him to leave the door open and eventually asked for removal of it. John still gave The Werewolf a wide berth when it comes to space.)

(Still, it’s nice to see him out like this.)

(He almost doesn’t want to interrupt him.)

The Werewolf: “You’re staring.”

John: “Yeah. You look peaceful.”

The Werewolf: “Hmph.”

John: “How you feeling today? Good?”

The Werewolf: “Uh-huh.”

John: “Brian says hi.”

(The Werewolf’s ears perk up and he looks at John.) “Did he?” (”Uh-huh.”) “How is he?”

John: “He’s fine; he’s out getting groceries.”

The Werewolf: “Is he getting those sausage bits?”

John: “He’ll get as much as he can.”

The Werewolf: “Hmm.”

(John chuckles.) “You look like you have something on your mind.”

The Werewolf: “And what if I do?”

(John tsks.) “Come on, man. We literally have an open-door policy now. Hell, it’s not even a door anymore.”

(The Werewolf growls low as he looks elsewhere. John knows it’s not a threatening noise.) “I do, but I don’t want to talk about it. Not right now.”

John: “Ah. Have you done anything to your space? May I look?”

(The Werewolf makes another noise. John approaches the arch way, resting a hand on the border.)

(John whistles.) “I think you outdid yourself.”

The Werewolf: “Really?”

John: “Damn, that bed looks so big and comfy. You think uh, I can sleep on it some time?”

The Werewolf: “There’s only one way you can.”

John: “Oh! Well, excuse me then.” (The Werewolf laughs.) “You don’t have any trouble with allergies with all those plants?”

The Werewolf: “No.”

(John tsks again. Lucky. Boxes and bookshelves catch his eye. There’s some sparse furniture hidden at the far wall. There’s even a fish tank. Lot of things to unpack, but at least it’s starting to look habitable.)

(He’s getting comfortable. That’s good. That’s progress.)

John: “I’m proud of you.”

The Werewolf: “Hehehe. Thank you. When Brian took me to, what was it--”

John: “--Ikea?”

The Werewolf: (proudly) “Yes. I took note of what he showed me. What looked nice. We went into some other places with nice things.”

(John looks up and raises his eyebrow.) “Hold up. What is that?”

“Is that... what I think it is?”

The Werewolf: “Yes.”

(The Werewolf sighs.) “It’s my door.”

John: “When did it appear?”

The Werewolf: “I’m not sure.” (He taps his claw on the back of his hand.) “One day, I was going through a box and it just appeared. It comes and goes, but this is the longest I’ve seen it.”

John: “Comes and goes?”

The Werewolf: “I do not say this lightly. It makes me nervous. I know what this door means.”

“I don’t want to go near it. That’s why I’m sitting here.”

John: “Do you want to talk about it?”

(The Werewolf sighs.) “Not really. I don’t like that I still feel that I can’t trust you to tell you. A part of me doesn’t and it’s loud.”

John: “I know the feeling. There’s ways to shut it up.”

The Werewolf: “Hmph. I’ll ask a question then. Do you remember seeing this door at all when you were younger? Do you see it when you dream?”

John: “My dreams are fuzzy sometimes. Nightmares are another story. I’ve seen it before.”

The Werewolf: “What do you feel right now, looking at it?”

John: “There’s something behind there. Layers. Like, whatever’s behind it shouldn’t let out. Danger. Lot of bad memories. You were on the other side of this. Weren’t you?”

The Werewolf: “Yes.”

John: “I... didn’t create this, did I?”

The Werewolf: “No. The one you constructed before was less... ah, I do not know what word to use.”

“I don’t like it. It’s wicked, it’s something I have to deal with by myself.”

John: “I know you said you don’t like going near it, but when you did, does it open easy?”

(The Werewolf shakes his head.)

(Great. He has a door too and there’s no telling what the hell’s behind it. If it makes even the mighty werewolf admitting he was nervous about it, then it’s bad.)

John: “This door. Does it cause you to have bad dreams?”

The Werewolf: “It does. I relive them. Why do you ask?”

John: “I get them too. Bits and pieces though. I always... wake up screaming. They feel real.”

The Werewolf: “They are.”

(They lapse into silence as John stares at the door. There needs to be something about this, but he knows it’s not going to be simple in the slightest. He can’t just go through it by himself and deal with what’s behind it. The werewolf wouldn’t allow him to. He’s yet to actually enter his space.)

(Nothing but darkness behind that door. The warning signs. The massive bolts on the hinges. That tiny window. Everything about it is bad.)

(He’s seen it before but it was always a blur, but the feeling is so familiar. This gets him thinking about something that’s nagged at him for years.)

“Do you feel like talking any more? I have... some thoughts I wanna get out. Maybe you can answer something for me too?”

The Werewolf: “I am in a contemplative mood. I also need a distraction.”

(John sits down across from the werewolf, careful not to cross that line.) “So am I.”

“I know you’re feeling touchy, but I need you to hear something out, okay? I feel like I can ask you a few things now that we’re on okay terms. It’s about... what happened.”

“Don’t shut me out. Please.”

(The werewolf’s stare hardens for a moment.) “Where are you going with this? How much do you remember?”

John: “Most of it. I pieced it together over time.”

(John fiddles with his hands, rubbing the back of his knuckles.) “Just hear me out, okay? I’ll preface it with thanking you for what you did for us. This door has got me thinking. We’re separate entities, even though we reside in the same body; we have thoughts, hopes, dreams, feelings... things like that. I am talking to you just as you’re talking to me.”

The Werewolf: “This is a place you made, right?”

John: “Yes, but so have you. I had nothing to do with how you made your space.”

The Werewolf: “And yet, we share it.”

John: “Yeah. I’m trying to say here, we’re separate, but we share with, uhm... each other. What happened to you comes to me as nightmares. What you know about our brother from stories and my memories. The fact that we can take control of each other. I feel what you feel and vice versa.”

“When we first met, I was dying again and again. I didn’t understand at the time what you were asking me; I was scared. I was powerless. I think we almost fought right then and there. I just remember being in pain and couldn’t breath much. I remember that you had me in your arms, and you told me to let you take over after I died.”

“And you did. I... died. Swear to god, my heart stopped. It’s not bad. It’s warm. Kinda like sitting in a sunbeam on a cold day. And this weird calm. It felt like I was floating in water. I don’t know how long it was. I wasn’t worried about anything. Next thing I know, I’m looking at you again and my hands were red.”

“I guess what I’m trying to ask is: what happens to is when one of us die? Do we die together? Or do we just take over?”

(Silence again. John swears the werewolf squirm under such questions.) “I’m sorry if that’s heavy--”

The Werewolf: “No. Don’t apologize. I suppose now is a good time to talk about it.” (He takes a deep breath to steady himself.) “You did die, but... it’s complicated. It may have to do with the fact that we’re a lycan. Death... seems to work differently with us. I wasn’t expecting it to happen so soon.”

“I had to bide my time with taking over. The things they tried to put in our veins to try and revive us, I stopped it. I had to make sure that we were dead.”

“I laid my hand on your heart. I didn’t want you cold. It took a long time to declare us dead. Half an hour at least. Maybe an hour or two. I had to listen to determine when I could actually switch; I only had one opportunity.”

“When I was done, and you were alive again, that’s when I gave you control again.”

“To answer your question -- I’ll take over if you die and likewise, but we will not die ‘together’. I’ll do everything in my power as a werewolf to prevent that from happening to either of us. I will protect us. If I have to kill again, then so be it.”

John: “I see. There’s another question, but I’m not sure if I even want to ask it right now. I’ll save it for later.”

The Werewolf: “Hmph. You better. My patience is get thin now.”

“I will admit this. I don’t know when I’ll go through that door.”

“I would like for you to come with me. No; I need you to come with me.”

(John nods. What a conversation. He’ll dwell on it later on, but for now, he’s relieved he has a definite answer. Even if it was too existential for his liking.)

John: “Of course I will, but we need to get ready. You’re not ready at all.”

The Werewolf: “How so?”

John: (laughs) “You’re looking at it like it’s gonna grab you and throw you back in there.”

“It’s going to take some time. I have a feeling we’re gonna fight a few times, but that’s okay. I did the same thing when I was younger. It will give you a sense of control; it will help you make better sense of everything. I know that door is unbelievably traumatic to you. You’re scared.”

The Werewolf: (scoffs) “Who said I was scared?”

John: “I did. You are. I’m glad you’re telling me this because I can and will help you. You want that door gone so you’ll have your beautiful space back. Right?”

(The Werewolf huffs and mutters under his breath.) “Yeah, I do.” (Ugh, he can’t believe this.)

“When do we start?”

-End-

[shuadotcom]

143 Miles (M)

💞Pairing: Seungcheol x Fem!Reader

💞Summary: You and your boyfriend decide to change up your Valentine’s Day plans this year, so you plan a two-week getaway - or a “love vacation” as Seungcheol calls it. With each destination, you fall more and more in love with each other and it may just be your best Valentine’s Day yet.

💞Genres & AUs: Fluff, smut, established relationship au, road trip au

💞Rating: 18+ (MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED)

💞Warnings: Profanity, unprotected sex, fingering, dirty talk, pet names (baby, sweetheart, baby girl), big dick!Cheol

💞Words: 5k

💞Note: Here’s my fic for the Cupid For You Fic Exchange hosted by @svthub! Happy Valentine’s Day to my lovely valentine @gyuwoncheol !! 💘 I hope you enjoy my beloved Paula!!!!! 😘 ❤️

Thank you to my girlies @horanghater and @onlymingyus - Bambi for always coming in clutch as my beta and Mars for the beautiful banner!! 💕

“Okay, on the count of three,” Seungcheol declares once you’re both back in the car. “One…two…three!”

You reach into the bag in your lap and dramatically present the trinket to your boyfriend. He bursts into a fit of laughter upon seeing the small smiling frog donned in a cowboy hat resting in the palm of your hand. You quickly notice that he’s holding the same figurine. You join in with him, the two of you cackling in the front seat of the car together. You’re sure anyone walking would think the two of you look deranged, but neither pays that any mind.

“Well, guess this means we’re tied this round,” you manage when you finally collect yourselves.

“Yeah, but I’m still winning,” Seungcheol boasts, taking the frog from you and putting both away in the backseat.

“By one point!”

“A win is a win,” your boyfriend shrugs, grinning widely at you. You concede and start the car, somehow forgetting how competitive your boyfriend can be, even over something as silly as a game of who can buy the other the most ridiculous gas station souvenir. You’re on day three of your cross-country road trip and Seungcheol’s souvenir picks have been just a little sillier than yours. He’s simply lucky is all.

It was his idea to do something different this Valentine’s Day. You and Seungcheol have been together for almost five years and every year in February you’ve done the same thing when it comes to Valentine’s Day. You usually go out on a date somewhere, always a fancy romantic lunch or dinner, and then an activity such as a movie or a trip to the amusement park. Neither of you are ungrateful about the time you spend together, of course. You love one another and anything you do will be enjoyable if you’re together. Your dates are always full of nothing but shared love and admiration for each other. You love Valentine’s Day and celebrate it by spreading more love than usual to your boyfriend and he loves doing the same, but you both wanted to change it up this year, so when Seungcheol brought up going on a road trip, you wasted no time in agreeing.

Initially, you thought about driving from Seoul down to Mokpo, but that is only a 4-hour drive at most and didn’t feel like enough of a trip. That’s why Seungcheol brought up something that was once on his bucket list: fly to the US and then drive to the other side of it and back. He mentioned that it was something he’d always seen in American teen movies growing up and he always thought it looked fun and like a way to get even closer to the people you care about. And since you’re the person he’s closest to and cares about the most, he wouldn’t want to do this with anyone but you.

It didn’t take you much convincing either. You can never say no to a good road trip, so you both took time off work at the beginning of February, packed your suitcases, and booked a flight to New York. From there, you rented a car - a BMW to be exact, at your boyfriend’s insistence. (“It’s our love vacation! We have to drive in luxury!”) Then start your journey to Washington, planning to stop at as many states in between as you can.

You’ve finally made it into New Mexico with the end goal of getting to Las Vegas to stay for a night. Neither of you had many goals for where you would stay or what you’d do when you got to every state and are just winging it. It’s more fun that way.

Well, except when it comes to your souvenirs. You decide to stop at a gas station in each state for the wildest souvenir you can find after you unearth an Empire State Building-shaped mood ring right before you leave New York. It’s an extremely impractical shape and you demand that he put it on as soon as you leave.

Once you get back onto the highway Seungcheol fiddles with his phone, making sure his Bluetooth is connected.

The familiar first notes of  “Sugar We’re Going Down” by Fall Out Boy start and your mouth quirks up into a smile. Every time it’s your turn to drive on the trip, Seungcheol insists on playing the playlist of your favorite songs that he made for you. The gesture still makes you feel warm at how thoughtful he always is, even when it comes to the little things.

Drumming your fingertips on the steering wheel, you relax in your seat. Seungcheol turns the volume up and rolls down his window just a bit. The February air is a little crisp, but not too cold. As soon as Patrick starts belting over the speakers, you join in, singing the song word-for-word as you go. Other than talking and playing silly road games, a favorite of both of yours has been using the car as your karaoke room. 

Both of you have more than enough playlists to never run out of a soundtrack to your drive and you’re not shy about singing around one another. For the first few hours at the start of the drive, you had nearly gotten a sore throat from how serious you were at road trip karaoke. You were only missing a tambourine and the typical multi-colored karaoke laser lights.

The drive to Nevada will take nine hours, so you do half of that drive, and that whole time you and your boyfriend sing your hearts out on the way. Every once in a while, he reaches over to feed you a chocolate at your request for a snack. He makes sure that his finger grazes your lip or your teeth each time, chuckling when you nip at his digits or place tiny kisses on them. Little moments like this with Seungcheol make your heart even more full, which you didn’t think was possible, yet here you are - falling more and more in love with him each simple moment like this.

When Paramore comes on shuffle, Seungcheol goes all out during “Ain’t It Fun,” doing all of the ad-libs and being the guitar and the drums. At this point, you’ve made it more into town and hit a stoplight after passing nothing but dirt and rocks.

It gives you a chance to look at him, admiring the way his dark hair falls in his eyes - the eyes that turn into half moons when he smiles wide and laughs loudly. You can’t help but swoon over the giggle he lets out when he notices you watching him put on a solo concert, his dimple making its appearance and you want nothing more than to lean over and kiss it. And then kiss him on his lips that you know are so soft and warm and made perfectly to fit against yours like a puzzle piece.

So you do. You lean over the console quickly when he turns to you again and gives you a closed-mouth smile. Seungcheol lets out a noise of surprise, but gladly accepts the kiss, his hand reaching to cup your chin as your lips move slowly against his.

A honk from the car behind you makes you spring apart and then you remember where you are and see the green of the stoplight in front of you, indicating that you’ve got to focus on the road again. Seungcheol reaches over to take your hand as you start driving again, placing a kiss on the top of it, keeping it in his hold as you continue, both of you getting back to your playlist and the road ahead. You can’t help the way your heart swells and you almost don’t want this moment to end. You would travel around the world and back if it meant you could do it with Seungcheol.

When the sun sets on your journey, Seungcheol has always insisted that even if it’s not his turn, he’ll do the driving. He’s halfway through the state of Arizona when it gets darker and he’s behind the wheel. You didn’t stay in New Mexico long, only stopping to refuel and make sure to see what that gas station has to offer in the form of trinkets. Not much, as it turns out, but you manage to win this round of your game when you snag a keychain with an alien riding a donkey while all Seungcheol finds is a pen in the shape of a chili pepper with a mustache. He couldn’t not give you that point even if he tried to argue with you just a little about it.

Seungcheol hums along to his music, keeping it low enough not to disturb you while you try to sleep. He passes a mountain range, briefly admiring how the moonlight shines on the red rocks surrounding you. His attention quickly gets diverted to you when you turn in your seat to face him. You have the smallest pout on your lips and your eyebrows are scrunched up the tiniest bit. Cheol knows how hard it is for you to fall asleep in the car, but he still makes you try so you can get rest.

His eyes focus on the road, but he can’t help but steal glances at you and your cute expression. Not only does the moonlight bounce off of the nature around, but it also does the same to your face. It highlights your cheeks that he loves to pinch, your nose that he loves to boop, and your perfect lips that he loves to kiss. Your facial muscles relax when you seem to slip into a state of rest finally and the sight of your expression that he can only describe as angelic has his stomach doing flips. 

It’s been almost five years and every single day that he gets to look at you, he counts just how lucky he is to call you his. From the moment he met you, you occupied space in Seungcheol’s mind, and to this day, over everything else in his life that swirls around in his brain, he always comes back to you. Your face, your voice, your body, your everything. You are everything to him and he’ll tell you every single day for the rest of your lives.

“I love you, so much,” He whispers as one of your favorite songs plays through the car and you stir, just a little. 

Look at the stars, look how they shine for you. And everything you do.

A smile tugs at the corner of his as he glances your way again. The stars, the moon, the sun, all of it truly does shine for you and only you - his whole world.

When your phone’s calendar reads February 14th, you and Seungcheol finally make it to Las Vegas and you decide to treat yourselves to a fancier hotel. Instead of the usual 3-star hotels (and a few seedy motels) you stayed at along the trip, Seungcheol finds the nicest hotel that the two of you can afford. You even get so lucky as to somehow snag the honeymoon suite. “It is our love vacation after all,” being his reason yet again. 

You definitely don’t complain when you walk into the room and kick your shoes off, immediately taken aback at just how fancy and spotless everything in the room looks. The bed is the biggest you think you’ve ever seen and is covered in rose petals. The large window across the room overlooks the city of Las Vegas, the neon lights brightening up the room before you even turn the lights on. The furniture looks modern and clean and the room even smells fresh yet sweet. You can’t place the scent of the air freshener, but you love it nonetheless.

“Holy shit, this is the nicest hotel room I’ve ever been in!” You marvel, running and plopping onto the large bed. The bed is big enough for you to starfish comfortably on and you start making comforter angels, Seungcheol laughing as he flops next to you. 

“Only the best for my girl,” he hums, squeezing your socked feet, forcing a sigh out of you.

“Damn, I’m so sore.”

“Well if you’re interested, there’s a more comfortable place for your sore spots.”

You lift your head to look at Cheol and follow where his finger is pointing. There’s a half wall across the room made of decorative swirls of metal that you can see straight through. On the other side sits a large jacuzzi bathtub.

“Is that our tub?!” You spring up from the bed and rush over, eyes widening at the size. 

Seungcheol comes up behind you while you’re admiring, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you close. “That definitely looks like our very own giant, two-people-sized tub.”

“Looks like it has jets too.” Your hands rest atop his, fingers threading together.

“I think I even see some bubble bath on the counter over there.” Lips meet the back of your neck, your eyes fluttering closed at the sensation.

“Hmm, how about I get the bath going and you grab the bottle of champagne chilling in that bucket by the bed? Then we can order room service. I’d love some good sushi.” 

“Sounds like a plan.” Seungcheol punctuates his sentence with a final light kiss on your neck. You have to quite literally peel yourself from him, but you manage it as the two of you split up.

It only takes a few minutes for him to grab the bottle along with the two glasses and for you to get the bath running. As soon as the water is warm and bubbly, you and Seungcheol shed your clothes on the floor as you each slip into the tub with you sitting between his legs. He manages to find the button that powers the tub, the jets hitting you at all sides, including your outstretched feet.

You relax into the water, tilting your head back, and resting on Seungcheol’s shoulder.

“I have some bad news for you, Cheol.”

“What is it?” 

“I think I must pass away here, just like this.”

Your boyfriend breathes out a laugh behind you, wrapping you in his arms again.

“You’re telling me you’d just up and leave me like that? And to stay with a bathtub no less!” You can hear the pout in Cheol’s voice and it makes you giggle.

“It’s nothing personal, baby, but I mean you can’t produce jet streams of soothing water.” 

“Hmmm. That may be true, but I can do this.”

Seungcheol’s fingers dance up the front of your body, gently cupping your breasts and squeezing. His fingers tweak your nipples in between gropes, making you let out a surprised moan. 

You practically melt into Seungcheol’s chest as he plays with your sensitive buds and your eyes flutter closed.

Soft moans fall from your lips as your head lolls to the side, Seungcheol using the opportunity to latch his lips to the side of your neck. His teeth scrape over your skin, nipping and biting along the way. 

Seungcheol has always loved to mark you. He loves leaving not only signs to others that you’re his, but every hickey and every bruise is a little reminder that he’s the one who makes you feel good and he’s the one that you always come home to at the end of the day. Not that you need a reminder because you’ll always come back to Seungcheol no matter what.

You count at least two reminders now, one on the side of your neck and another at the juncture of your neck and shoulder. His fingers never leave your nipples, the stimulation already making you nothing but putty in his hands. If you weren’t in the tub you’re sure you’d be making a mess of whatever panties you would be wearing.

Your boyfriend trails kisses from your shoulder, up your neck, to your ear, and lands on your cheek, peppering your face with a few more kisses. His plush, slightly chapped lips kiss any spot he can reach as his hands trail down from your waist to your thighs. Seungcheol opens your legs wide and shifts you both around in the tub. The moment the jet across from your body hits your clit, you let out a shriek and Seungcheol knows he’s positioned you the way he wants to.

The tub jet feels like heaven coupled with Seungcheol’s relentless hands that are back on your tits, cupping and squeezing in the perfect way you need it.

“Ngh, Cheol!”

“Hmm? What is it, baby?”

“F-fuck. I need you.”

“You need me? But didn’t you say a little while ago that you wanted to stay with the tub since it has jets? Aren’t you enjoying the jets right now?” His tone is smug yet teasing, warm breath hitting your ear and making you shiver.

“Cheol, please!” you pout at him, doing your best to beg in between whines.

“Oh, so you do need me, huh?”

“Yes!”

“And what is it that you need, sweetheart?”

Seungcheol tugs at one of your nipples harshly, making you jolt. You feel so close to cumming already, but you do your best to hold off. You want to cum around Seungcheol’s cock or even his fingers - something, anything of his.

You voice this to your boyfriend, choking and stumbling over your words along the way. Seungcheol’s gaze is heavy as he peers down at you, enjoying how you squirm and wiggle in his hold. Your head is resting on his shoulder as you look up at him, batting your eyelashes and pouting extra hard. He loves it when he can see how needy you are for him and how much you want him. He especially loves all of the noises you make for him - the pants and the moans and the whispers of his name. 

He needs to hear more from your pretty lips, and he knows exactly how to do that.

With a smirk, one of Seungcheol’s hands releases your tit and trails between your legs. The tip of a finger taps against your clit, an embarrassing moan tumbling out of you in response. 

The thick digit slides into your eager pussy and it takes everything in you not to sob at the feeling. Seungcheol crooks his finger as he pistons his hand and the heel of his palm knocks against your clit each time. You practically dissolve into his hold while his other hand plays with your nipple, your brain already turning to mush at all of these sensations combined.

“Fuck, sweetheart, listen to you. You sound so fucking pretty.”

“C-Cheol…”

“God I love it when you say my name. I wanna hear it again,” Seungcheol slips another finger into you, and you yelp out his name again without even thinking about it. His pace quickens, fucking you with his fingers as quickly as the bubbly water around you will allow. 

“Yes! Please don’t stop, Cheol, please!”

“Mm, I won’t, baby. Want you to cum for me. Come on, pretty girl, let go for me.” Seungcheol’s voice is so deep that you practically feel it in the pit of your stomach. The pads of his fingers digging into your sweet spot, the jet from the tub still pelting your clit each time his hand moves, and his hard cock digging into your lower back are enough to have your world tilting and your orgasm knocking into you as soon as he tells you to let go. 

Your body stiffens as you cum, the shrill sound of his name that you let out sounds too loud in your ears, but Seungcheol eats it up. He curses under his breath, telling you another handful of times how pretty you sound and how beautiful you look falling apart for him. 

Seungcheol caresses your cheek and chin as you come down and when your breathing seems to steady, he tilts your face back and kisses you. His lips meld with yours, kissing you as if he’ll never get the chance again, making you even dizzier.

His tongue prods at the seam of your lips and when you let him in, he swallows up all of the desperate little sounds you puff out. He pulls back from your lips suddenly so he can help you turn around in his lap. The water in the tub sloshes as you get comfortable facing him and straddling his waist. 

Neither of you wants to waste any more time, the carnal desire to have Seungcheol inside of you is a mutual feeling.

The head of Seungcheol’s swollen cock prods at your sensitive folds, whimpers falling from your lips as you start to sink onto his length. His hands hold your hips as you lower until he’s completely sheathed between your wet walls. You and Seungcheol have had sex more times throughout your relationship than you think you can feasibly count, and each and every time the stretch is familiar but always succeeds in taking your breath away. 

“Shit, Cheol…”

“Feel good, baby? My fat cock stretching you out?” Seungcheol grunts between clenched teeth. 

“Yes, s-so good, Cheollie.” 

“You’re still so fucking tight, baby.” He winces when he feels your walls twitch, squeezing his dick and momentarily making him speechless. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

With Seungcheol’s grip tight on your hips, he helps you lift a little, letting his cock slip nearly all the way out before you slam back down and he’s shoved inside of you to the hilt. You share a groan as he helps you ride him, finding a steady rhythm. The water around you continues to splash, but he only moves you in his lap faster. 

Your head falls back as you alternate between bouncing on his cock and swiveling your hips, letting out curses and calls of his name. Seungcheol bucks his hips up to meet your movements, fucking up into you as much as he can in the slippery tub.

“Shit, you look so beautiful like this. You were made to take my cock, you know that, baby? This pussy was made for me.”

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck!” His compliments only spur you on, your fingernails digging into the thick skin of his shoulders as you grind on him. Your thighs are starting to burn, but you ignore it. The feeling of your boyfriend’s girth driving up into you over and over makes you feel floaty, everything around you fading away. The only thing you feel and the only thing you know is Seungcheol and his hands on your moist skin, his lips sucking bruises onto your tits, and his dick kissing your g-spot with each harsh thrust.

Seungcheol knows your body better than anyone, so he knows when you’re going to cum. He notices the frantic cries, the way your body shakes, and that far-away look in your eyes.

“Gonna cum for me, beautiful?”

“Y-yes, fuck yes.”

“That’s right, baby. Be a good girl and cum for me. Can you do that?”

“Mmhmm! I’m so close, Cheollie!”

“I know, baby girl, I know,” Seungcheol moans against your chest, burying his head in between your tits as he drives his hips up so hard, you almost lose your balance. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you flush against him. “I’m close too, fuck - gonna fill you up. Can you handle that, baby girl?”

“A-always! I can a-always handle y-you, baby,” you gasp out, your stomach tightening and your body buzzing the closer you get.

Seungcheol keeps one arm around you while the other snakes in between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit without even having to try. The stimulation shocks you and has you mumbling gibberish, a mix of your boyfriend’s name and pleading words. Your fingers slide up and into his dark locks, threading your fingers through the brunette strands and tugging, making him growl into your skin.

“Please, fuck, Cheol I’m gonna cum!” 

“I love you so much baby,” Seungcheol nearly explodes right on the spot with how your gummy walls clench around him again, but he manages to hold off. “Cum for me, sweetheart…” He nips at the side of your breast and applies more dizzying pressure to your clit.

“I l-love you too! I’m cum - fuck!” Your words are cut off with a scream as you tumble right over the edge, cumming harder than you did the first time, tears pricking the edge of your eyes.

Seungcheol lets go right after you, his face still in your chest as he holds you close, moaning out words of pleasure, love, and admiration about you and how you feel like “literal fucking heaven” and how you’re his and his only. Seungcheol pumps you full of him, his warm seed dripping from your throbbing pussy and mixing with the remaining bubbles around you. Somewhere in between his pussy-drunk babbles your ears pick up something about making you his wife.

You both stay where you are for a few minutes, your fingers lazily raking through his hair as he keeps you close to him, placing small, closed-mouth kisses on your hot skin.

“I love you so much,” he mumbles, letting out a sigh as his hand, still between your bodies, moves to rest on your thigh.

“I love you too, Cheol,” you sigh back, a drunken-post orgasm smile on your lips. Even through your haze, you didn’t forget what he said. “Did you…did you mean what you said?” you whisper out, hoping he knows what you’re referring to.

“Which part?” His question sounds calm, but you notice the way his fingers on your thigh press into your skin a little harder.

“The part about making me your wife?” A fraction of a second of silence hangs between you both and part of you starts to panic. What if he only meant it at the moment? You’ve had fleeting conversations about one day being married, but it was always lighthearted and more in a “one day we will” way.

When Seungcheol finally answers you, it’s in the form of a sigh. Wordlessly, he lifts you from his softening cock and untangles your limbs, sitting you down in the tub. 

“I didn’t want to do this now or like this, but I can’t hold it anymore. Especially not when you ask me and look at me like that.” He steps out of the tub, giving you another look before sticking his feet in his complimentary hotel slippers and shuffling into the main part of the room. 

You watch him rummage around in his suitcase before he comes back to the tub and kneels on the bath mat, facing you. You immediately spot the red velvet box in his hands and you gasp, tears immediately gathering in your eyes.

“I wanted to do this when we got to Washington and say some cheesy words about seeing the world with you and traveling everywhere with you for the rest of our lives, but I can’t wait any longer. Y/n Y/l/n, will you do me the honor of being my forever Valentine and be my wife?” The emerald stone of the ring shines back at you, surrounded by small diamonds on a gold band.

“Yes! Of course I will, Cheol!” you sob, tears blurring your vision as he plucks the ring from the box and slips it onto your finger, placing a kiss on your knuckle after it’s securely on. 

Seungcheol cups your face with both hands as he leans forward and kisses you. The kiss is soft and warm and you can just feel the love that Choi Seungcheol holds for you in his heart seep out. His love overtakes you, your heart feeling more full than you think it’s ever been.

“I love you so much, Y/n.” he sighs when he pulls away and rests his forehead against yours.

“I love you too, Seungcheol. So fucking much.”

Your boyfriend fiance smiles widely at you, his own eyes red-rimmed with potential tears as he scans your face. “I can’t wait to officially make you my wife. And you know, if you want, we are in Vegas so we could technically make it official tonight.”

With a sniffle, you shake your head. “Patience, my love. We can worry about all that wedding stuff when we get home. Let’s just focus on us and this, and right now.” 

He pouts dramatically before kissing your forehead. “Fine, I’ll wait.”

“Good boy,” you giggle, watching the way his eyes darken at your playful praise. “Now, how about we actually open that champagne and order room service? I’m still craving sushi badly.”

With a chuckle Seungcheol nods, standing as goes back into the room to look for the room service menu.

“Whatever you want, sweetheart. We have all night to eat anything you want to order.” 

“Good, because if they have good pizza I want that later too. Oh! Or maybe kimchi jeon if they happen to have that!” Seungcheol chuckles at your enthusiasm as he comes back with the menu. 

Before you order, he helps you out of the tub when you complain about the water going cold. Dinner is put on hold again when you decide that a warm shower in the luxurious shower stall in the bathroom should come first before you get comfortable for the evening.

In between the warm water cascading over you and Seungcheol helping wash your back, you end up bent over the bench in the shower, Seungcheol slipping into your still-aching cunt again. 

As your fiance makes you cry out around him yet again, somewhere between the moans and grunts, you’re both able to whisper “I love you” and “Happy Valentine's Day” when you share another blissful orgasm. 

Tomorrow you’ll be back on the road and back to making the rounds for silly souvenirs, but tonight it’s all about you and Seungcheol and this moment right here. You can’t wait to have many, many more Valentine’s Days with the love of your life.

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[the-summ0ning]

Sleep Token HC: being in a relationship with III

NSFW elements, fluffy ideas that have been ruminating in my head the past couple weeks… to the point I abandoned my main blog to create a side blog for my fav masked men

Easily having scary dog privileges w iii as your man w the slasher-esque aesthetic about him

But we all know that’s not the case

III the bf you lets you play with his rings on his hands when your anxious

Playing with his hair all. the. time! I’m talking twirling the ends, head scratchies, all of it! He hated how much it had an affect on him

He could be going on a tangent laying his head in your lap on the couch after a long day, and he’d instantly shut up melting into your touch once you started playing with his hair!

III the bf who’s love languages involved gift giving, and physical touch

would most likely buy you the most cheesiest, corniest, tourist of tourist souvenirs from each city he went to just to show you how much he thinks of you and misses you. Even if your apartment is overflowing with his little treasures and you had to invest in an a P.O. Box

Receiving ‘Daddy’s Little Meatball’ and ‘I love ___’ shirts all the time, snowglobes, and hats (you definitely got a cheesehead hat when they played in Wisconsin and a cowboy hat with feathers and a tiara when they were in Texas)

Sending you postcards with the most embarrassing, filthiest things written on them like the post men wouldn’t see it

Including but not limited to

‘Hi love, here Down Under thinking when I can I be down under you :( ”

“Visited one of the 7 wonders of the world today, you should be the 8th ;)”

“Can’t wait to show you my Big Ben again <3”

The most fashionable one of the members, every show you attend, he would try to coordinate your two outfits.

Including hairstyles… matching space buns or french braids?!? Are you kidding me?? Or even matching hair colors once in a while??

Speaking of hair, you would have to help him dye his hair, or shave his undercut late at night in the bathroom. Vice versa if you wanted the same color. Indulging on your favorite beverage or a little joint, giggling every time you would get a speck of dark/bright dye on each other. Or jokingly act like you buzzed too much hair to rile him up

He also solely has a folder on his phone dedicated to pictures (including a lot of candid off guards of just you two in your own little world backstage) taken by Adam and crew members of the two of you matching/coordinating

His phone background is of you sitting criss cross on a large equipment case looking down at him leaning against it trying to tune his bass, but his head is leaned back gazing up at you through his mask instead… both with space buns in your hair

Since your relationship couldn’t be public and be blaring obvious to most people you knew, III would get you two permanent bracelets. Yours would have a tiny ‘iii’ on it and his would have a tiny initial of your first name.

Even though he would have to profusely clean it after shows from the red body paint. It was something he was willing to do to carry this cheeky secret.

And somewhere in his favorites folder of his phone he has a picture of your tinier hand trying to wrap around his cock with the dainty chain hung displaying ‘iii’ clearly around your wrist

And ofc a pic of you two facing a mirror with his hand wrapped around your neck displaying your initial proudly on his

Which leads me into

He definitely has a size kink in all different types of aspects

Him loving the fact he was so significantly taller than you (lets face it he’s a a long fuckin string bean), and letting it be known

It always (not so) subtly came out

In his pet names for you: doll, bunny, kitten–anything small and cutesy really…even if they became so unserious or cringe

When he would just casually walk by you, and ruffling your hair calling you ‘squirt’, making you roll your eyes and scoff. (The other band members may have started to do this as well bc of III)

His adrenaline still rushing after a show, great rehearsal, or recording session barreling over to you to give you a bear hug, lifting you off the floor swinging you around profusely

you would be doing something or talking to someone, he’d catch you off guard by coming up behind you resting his chin on the top of your head, giving your shoulders a light squeeze or massage

Watching you struggle for something on a higher shelf, and waiting until you would almost give up in defeat to come up behind you making sure to press his body against the back of you as he did so to leave you flustered

Despite him being a giant, and perfect big spoon material–he wants to be lil spoon most times.

Loving your arms around his waist, feeling the soft heave of your chest pressed against his back as you slept, providing the comfort and peace he needed after a day in his busy life

He’d be in a drunken/high haze and when it would be just the two of you, he would compare his hand to yours always, smiling lazily over at you adoringly

Admire how his hand practically encapsulated the expanse of your throat when you were up against a wall or underneath him.

A small growl leaving his lips, when he tried to fit inside you loving how you squeeze him

“Fuck doll, are you gonna be able to take all of me?” He hisses, pushing your legs further apart

Or watching how’d you have to use two hands and barely fitting him into your palms when you gave him a hand job

“Baby you’re squeezing me so good.” He tries his best to not let his eyes roll to the back of his head, watching you struggle to jerk him

In conclusion, I need this man biblically.. and I got carried away and could have kept going if you guys want me to keep going I can 🤭🥹 I do plan on doing one for the others too. Reblogs, likes, and replies are always appreciated and fuels my validation

[zwhoreo]

thoughts on headcanons on how luffy would be with a shy gf / trying to bring the girl he likes out of her shell / not be nervous around him???? i like to envision him being the initiator sometimes simply bc i myself am so ridiculously reserved… the idea of him and his partner balancing each other out / teaching each other to be more outgoing and free spirited vs less rambunctious and reckless…. it makes me v happy ALSO i hope its ok to send another ask so soon, i love ur work !!! @ v @ ;;; no rush or pressure to answer !! :’’>

hana!!! tysm for all the support, i rly appreciate it, I’m so glad you like my writing :’) you can send as many asks as you want!! i’m pretty busy with work/school prep rn so requests are taking me some time, but yess please never hesitate to submit one if you have an idea <333

coming out of your shell - luffy x f!reader headcanons

fluff

summary in request, how your dynamic might work with luffy if you’re a bit more reserved, how he helps you come out of your shell, and the kind of balance you two give each other in your relationship

words: ~750

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You love Luffy an indescribable amount, and somehow he loves you back tenfold.

This boy loves you so much that he rarely wants to be without you, sticking to you always, pulling you along with him everywhere, talking loudly in your face because he’s excited by the closeness

you’re intimidated by that love so much, you were a bit shy and didn’t know what to say

But god, there’s something about him that just changes you, makes you feel fuzzy on the inside. He calms you. You become comfortable around him so fast, eager to be in his arms

But sometimes it’s too much, his loudness. You’re trying to relax, have a break from the outside world, but here’s Luffy wriggling on top of you, so full of an energy you can’t believe, it’s all too endless.

“Hi, Lu…” you murmur softly in his mouth as he kisses you for the hundredth time.

At first it was hard, he’s so unlike you, he’s unlike anyone, really, that you’d ever met

You hadn’t imagined yourself ending up with this kind of intense extrovert

But Luffy knows you like quiet sometimes, and when you’re feeling tired and want some time to yourself, but if he really wants to hang out, you can say, “hey Lu, wanna take a nap?”

He’ll be so excited to come cuddle on top of you while you read or look out the window, going to sleep quickly, letting you soak in the comforting warmth of his body in stillness

Luffy is attached to you. If he goes somewhere, more often than not you’re along for the ride.

He squeezes your hand, his own so sweaty with excitement, running and dragging you along with him, wanting so badly for you to be as excited as he is.

He talks to people on the street, bouncing on his feet, voice loud and overflowing. You cringe at his boldness, many times, you can’t imagine acting like that.

But he’ll motion you over, and gush about how his new friend HAS to meet his beautiful and perfect and fun girlfriend, he’ll hug you and he’ll want you to talk to his friend and when your voice is small he pats your back and pulls you a little closer, he wants you to make lots of friends, just like he does, because it makes him happy and he wants you to be happy, too

And when you start to conversate, when your smile comes, he grins so proudly and afterwards he’ll reward you with a big, sloppy kiss

Because even though the concept of shyness greatly confuses him, he knows these types of things are big for you

When he wants you to speak, he’ll look at you, turning his head over his shoulder and making a small, giddy sound.

He’ll squeeze your hand which of course he’s still holding, he wants to remind you that you’re safe

But you can balance him out, too. If he comes up to someone who you know doesn’t want to talk, if he’s bothering them and it’s clear on their face but Luffy doesn’t know, then you’ll gently pull him away into a hug and whisper, “hey, looks like they don’t want to talk right now…”

He’ll be a little disappointed but you’ve helped him understand stuff like this

Luffy LOVES adventures

He wants to take you on all of them, even when you’re scared or anxious

There’s that hand holding again, or maybe he’ll link his arm tightly with yours, knowing that the closeness of his body will make you feel safer, bolder

It does help, he’s infectious, invigorating. He’s inspiring in the way he charges ahead, and you want to feel so free like he seems to, always

So you try to be like him, going out of your comfort zone, finding joy in the things you fear

When you’re scared, he’ll hold you. He’ll lift you onto his back or press you close against his chest

And when it’s too dangerous, when your anxiety is right, you can hold his arm, tell him to please just stay with you, and he’s learned (probably the hard way) that sometimes you can be right about these things, you can see what he won’t

It’s a perfect balance, you and Luffy. An unlikely pair, two polar opposites, and yet you share so much, you fit so well. He loves you for that, and he’s going to help you, always

[formulaforza]

Haiiiiiii i love your writing, could i request Lance Stroll with the prompt the first initial kiss being a simple peck, then they immediately go back in for a stronger, more passionate one?? I feel like that’s very him vibes.

—nowhere in particular

pairing: lance stroll x reader wc: 1.1k summ. everything with lance is so damn... friendly.

It’s been nearly three months of “Oh, Lance and I? We’re… we’re nothing,” followed by a pursed smile on your lips and an eye roll from whoever was bold enough to ask you. Three months, some eighty-something days of we’re nothing, when the two of you were most certainly fucking something. 

You weren’t dating, that was for sure. And you weren’t fucking, either. So, to anyone else it might look like you were nothing. But even if you thought you were crazy—the dozen or so people who seem to ask you about him every time they see the two of you interact is enough proof that you really are something. 

It’s hard to place exactly what it is, but it falls somewhere on the fault line between friends and dating, moving through like with the promise not to date anyone else, but without the balls to just date each other. 

It’s not that you don’t have the balls, it’s that you refuse to. You’ve always been a firm believer in him making the first move. You just never thought you’d be as desperate for someone to make the move as you are for Lance to just up and get it over with already.

Always a firm believer in the guy making the first move, but christ. Three months of waiting, and you’re about two days away from reaching your breaking point. 

Lance sits next to you on the flannel blanket in the park. The “friendly flannel blanket,” as he’d said shortly after proposing the idea—made skittish by your lack of response within the five second window he gave you to do so— “that I always have, like, in my car, y’know.” You couldn’t see him through the telephone lines, but you could imagine it, the way his hand nervously ran over the back of his neck. 

He was always adorable like that, all nervous and fidgety when you did anything more than give him the time of day. It’s cute. You’ve always thought it was cute when he was nervous, because he spends the rest of the time so stupidly confident. You like that you can make him nervous, but it seems like you’ve made him too nervous. 

Because he sits next to you on the friendly flannel blanket with the friendly picnic he’d prepared and the friendly cake he’d brought with carefully placed raspberries and the friendly bottle of red wine. You sit next to him, wearing the friendly hoodie he’d pulled over and off his head when you shuddered with the breeze, a friendly centimeter of space between your crossed legs and his wild brown hair, your eyes fixed to his friendly pink lips when he talks. You want to scream—fuck friends, Lance. Fuck friendly, and just kiss me already. 

Lance’s head, meanwhile, fucking spins. He’s such an idiot, he thinks, can’t stop himself from speaking—from feeling the need to inform you (lie to you) that everything he touches is friendly. There’s nothing friendly about the way he feels about you, but his stupid fucking mouth is too worried that making that fact known is only going to screw him over—that he’ll mess it up enough that not only is he not dating you, but now he’s not even your friend. 

Because… well. You’re you—all pretty hair and pretty lips and pretty smile and pretty skin and pretty personality. You’re soft when he’s brash and you’re brash when he’s soft and nothing ever feels balanced unless you’re the one balancing it. 

And now he’s lying here, on this thick, itchy blanket, just wondering when you’re finally going to have enough of him and his inability to just. To just kiss you, and let the rest of the world make sense. 

You eat, and you talk, and you make him laugh—you’re always making him laugh harder than he should. Anyone who watches probably thinks he’s a total fool, head over feet and half in-love with the same girl everyone else would be half in-love with. No joke in the history of the entire world has been funny enough to elicit the laugh you hear from him every time you crack one. 

He’s carefully slicing the cake when you swipe your finger through the white frosting, wiping the sugary substance off on the tip of his nose with a giggle. His head shoots up while you do it, catches your eyes and the completely human way they crinkle when you laugh, the way your lashes settle when you smile, and all he can think is that you just look so pretty.

You’re so pretty, and he doesn’t even have time to talk himself out of it, because he’s kissing you—quick, simple, like he was trying to shut you up. It’s a peck, nothing more, and certainly not the way he wanted to kiss you for the first time. He can’t believe he just managed to fuck up the first time he kissed you—that he definitely just made certain the first time was the last time. He’d strangle himself if he could.

“I’m sorry,” he’s saying before you can even process what just happened. “You just… I’m sorry.”

A smile pulls on your lips, and your cheeks ache from how much the muscles have been used this afternoon. “It’s okay,” you nod.

“You… there’s frosting on your nose,” he says, wiping the remnants of your swipe off his nose.

“I don’t care,” you say. “Kiss me like you mean it.”

His eyes shoot up before his head does, like he’s checking if you’re being serious or not. You are. You’re dead serious. The kind of quick peck a middle aged wife stuck in a miserable marriage gives to her middle aged husband will not be the first move you've been waiting three months for. If he’s going to kiss you with frosting on his nose, he better do it right. 

He makes up for it, though, when he wipes the frosting from your nose, licks it clean off his thumb and slots his hands on either side of your jaw, pulling you to him like he’s been waiting to do it for ninety days. When his lips finally meet yours, the rest of the park falls into the background. The sweetness of the frosting lingers, blending with the warmth of his lips. This is not a peck—this is a declaration, a revelation. 

“Better?” He says, his forehead warm against yours. 

You nod, smiling. “Much better,” and then you kiss him again like time might run out, even though you both know it won’t.

[apomaro-mellow]

Matchmaking Harringtons 3

Steve was having a great time with Eddie. It was mostly because he was just that amazing. He was funny, hot, cute, and totally into him. A winning combo in Steve's opinion. But it was all due in no small part to the fact that his parents were so supportive. Steve didn't talk about the girls he dated that much (because why would he?) but his folks seemed actively interested in his going with Eddie.

Maybe it was the whole 'serious relationship' thing they were trying to commit him to. Maybe they were overcompensating for not being around much and wanting to also prove they were okay with his preferences. Either way, they always wanted to know how things were going with Eddie.

They'd been going out for a couple of dates at this point and honestly each one was better than the last. They were all typically low-key, with moments that they were able to get alone for a bit of privacy.

"Let's just say the back of his van is very spacey", Steve said into the phone as he paced about his room.

"So...you're still a total slut then?", Robin said from the other end of the line.

"Guys can't be slutty. And it's not being a slut if it's with the same guy."

"So you've?"

Diane was in the middle of bringing up a basket of laundry when she heard her son's conversation in his room. She swore she'd never be the kind of mother that constantly eavesdropped but well, the door was open just a smidge...

"Not, not the full thing, all the way yet. I think he's nervous. Or he can tell I'm nervous? I don't know. I told him I'd never been with a guy before and I thought that might make him, you know, take initiative?"

"Or maybe he's taking things slow because he doesn't wanna scare you off?", Robin suggested.

"That...could be it. But that's kinda why I called. I thought he was moving kinda slow, but guess where he's taking me tomorrow?"

"Steve, is Munson taking you to a hotel?"

Steve rolled his eyes. "No. He's taking me to Le Petit Nuange. That French place a town over?"

Robin gasped. "Sacre bleu! Va-t-il faire une proposition?"

"Robs, please. My extent of French is 'filet mignon'."

"Do you think he's serious? Like trying to meet your parents serious?"

"I don't know? Maybe? It's just weird. Le Petit is just...so not Eddie."

Diane was inclined to agree. A fancy place like that seemed out of character for someone as boisterous and non-conforming as Eddie. He has once brought a bouquet of lilies, despite their dire meaning. 'Screw flower language, these are some damn fine flowers', he had said.

And even if he thought of taking Steve somewhere special, Enzo's was the nicest place in town. Where would he get the idea to go to the next town?

Jonas.

Diane had thought he was being suspicious when he hid Steve's shoes before a date and met Eddie outside to talk. Diane had thought he'd been giving the boy some kind of shovel talk. He must've been giving Eddie advice on where to take Steve instead.

And she could just imagine what he was trying to do - clean Eddie up. Well, if he wanted to go behind her back, then two could play at that game.

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The doorbell rung and Steve answered it. Eddie was there, in a button up shirt with long sleeves that hide his tattoos. His hair was pulled back into a ponytail. And he had a bouquet of nice, traditional, red roses.

"They're beautiful", Steve beamed. He took a moment to put the roses in a vase, missing the thumbs up his dad gave Eddie. Diane however, did not miss it.

"Your chariot awaits", Eddie said, giving a sweeping bow and then locking his arm with Steve's. "Have a good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Harrington!", he called back.

As the van roared down the street, Diane enacted her own plan. She had her husband would also be having a date night.

At Le Petit Nuange, Eddie and Steve were being seated and Eddie had never felt more out of place. It was like everyone could tell he didn't belong here. But when he saw Steve smiling from across him, he knew there was no place he'd rather be.

"What made you want to bring me here?", Steve asked.

Jonas had practically cornered Eddie when he had come to pick up Steve, saying he just wanted to talk a little. Eddie was prepared for the whole 'I have a shotgun/shovel and I'm not afraid to use it.'

"Let's talk", he had opened with. "Steve and you have been having fun, right?"

"Uh, yes? I guess?", Eddie said, unsure now.

"Fun's all well and good Eddie. But now's the time to show Steve you're serious. And you are serious? Aren't you, son?"

"Y-yes. Yes, I am, serious like a heart attack."

"Then you've gotta take him some place special. A place like, uh, say Le Petit Nuange", Jonas rubbed at his chin.

Eddie's brows rose up under his fringe. "Le Petit Nuange? That place is-"

"Is upscale. Which is what Steve deserves, isn't it?"

Eddie swallowed. "Yeah, yeah it is."

He looked at Steve's hand, sitting on the table, just asking to be held. Steve deserved all this and more. And Eddie wanted to be the one to give it to him. It was why he took extra shifts and more of his side business to have the dough to take Steve here.

"I just looked up places in the yellow pages and thought you might like it."

"You know, my parents actually come here a lot", Steve pointed out.

"You don't say", Eddie tried to hide his expression by covering his face with the menu. When he got a look at the prices, it did a good job hiding the way his eyes bugged out. Looks like his purse strings would be a little tight after this. But he had prepared for that. Steve was worth it.

He was worth the stiff shirt, the swanky eatery, and even spending more time selling music that was beneath him to the general populace.

"So tell me more about this gig you've got coming up", Steve said.

Eddie's face broke out into a wild smile and he nearly slammed the menu down. "It's gonna be a ride, Stevie." He wasn't shouting, but his volume was a little louder than polite, and he felt eyes on him. He cleared his throat and quieted himself. "I mean I'm excited to rub elbows with other bands. The experience is sure to be enlightening."

Steve gave him an odd look. "Yeah, I hope my parents let me go. Indy isn't far, but I feel like they've been keeping a closer eye on me lately."

The thought of Steve being in a crowd while he played made Eddie wanted to jump for joy. He wanted to tell him come, even if his parents said no. Sneak out for the weekend, what could they do? He was a man now. But he couldn't do that. Not just because he was trying to clean up and having his new boyfriend at a metal venue might ruin that image. It was also because Steve's had nice parents.

There weren't many that could both accept and encourage their queer child.

"You know Steve, your parents-hcck!" Eddie choked on his words as he saw the Harringtons walk right in and get led to a table.

"What about my parents?", Steve asked.

"They're uh, they're um great!", Eddie squeaked, then cleared his throat to get it back to its normal register. "I mean they're great. I can tell they love you very much."

Steve smiled, none the wiser to his folks being seated not too far away. Eddie tried not to look at them, tried to ignore them. But this couldn't be a coincidence.

Jonas was looking around while trying not to look around. "When you said you wanted to go out tonight....I didn't think you meant this place."

"Why not?", Diane questioned. "We're regular patrons. And it's been a while since we went out." They'd been getting plenty of alone time what with Steve dating now, but they usually spent their evenings at home.

Jonas pulled out her chair for her and when he sat down, he used the menu to continue looking around. Diane watched him like a hawk.

Steve didn't know what was going on with Eddie. He looked nice dressed this way, sure. But it didn't feel like him. He felt...smaller somehow. Like he was trying to shrink himself down. Even as they talked, his smiles were restrained, he didn't move his hands as much, and even his voice seemed like it was being held back.

Steve watched as he cut his food, using minimal motions like he was working with glass.

"Eddie, are you okay?"

"Huh? Yeah, course, I'm fine. I uh, I just need to hit the can-uh use the facilities. Please excuse me."

Eddie got up in a haste. He thought he'd be ready for tonight. It was just playing pretend. Potentially for the rest of his life. Maybe having an audience of the parents was what was tripping him up. He got close to the bathroom when a hand tapped his shoulder. He turned to see none of than Mrs. Harrington.

"Don't worry, I know this wasn't your idea", she started right off. "My husband put it in your head. I'll admit, I like the idea of Steve being treated like a prince, but if you clean up too much he'll get confused."

"Right, yeah, gotta strike a balance. Mhm."

"Glad we could talk", she patted his arm. "Go get him, tiger."

Eddie returned to Steve and saw Diane come back to her table not long after. He could see them exchange words, although he couldn't hear what. Then Jonas got up from his seat. He gave Eddie a strange look while making his way to the bathroom. Eddie sighed and excused himself again.

"Now I don't know what my wife might've said to you, but you've got to stay on this path. I can see a real future with you and Steve if you do."

"A real future?"

"I could only give my son to someone who could take care of him. You understand what I mean, don't you?"

Eddie nodded. The kind of man who could take Steve to these places and not have his soul leave his body when he looked at the menu. When Eddie sat back down, he looked at Steve, sitting across from him. It was the kind of view he could get used to.

Somehow, the meddling didn't end there. The Harringtons took turns, getting up to meet with Eddie and each time he had to come up with an excuse.

"I'm gonna check their wine selection."

"I want to make sure the kitchen knows my allergies."

"I'm gonna see if the violinist takes requests."

Finally, Steve stood up with him and grabbed Eddie by the elbow. "Come with me."

Steve took him to the bathroom and locked the door behind them.

"Steve", Eddie gasped, scandalized when his neck started to get kissed.

"You've been antsy all night." Steve's hands went to his hips and began to untuck his shirt.

Instantly, Eddie felt like being released from shackles. Steve's hand roaming under his shirt left him so distracted, he almost didn't hear what he said next.

"Hm?"

"I said, do you wanna get out of here?"

"The bill-", Eddie was cut off when Steve reached behind him and took down his hair, running his fingers through it to free the tresses.

"A little dine and ditch never hurt anyone."

Eddie looked to the window in the bathroom. Just barely big enough to make a getaway. He was halfway out when they heard someone knocking on the door. Eddie was helping Steve out as the handle was shaking. Steve was giggling and it was like a sweet bell to his ears.

They were making their way around the back of the restaurant and towards the van as the manager finally came around with a key.

Diane and Jonas could make out the commotion going on near the bathroom and saw the empty table where two lovebirds should be.

"You knew I made Eddie take Steve here", Jonas confirmed.

"Yes."

"And every time you got up-"

"Was to speak with Eddie. And now they've-"

"-Snuck out the bathroom."

Together they sighed, remembering when they snuck out of stuffy formals to be alone together. And because they wondered if they were doing right by their son.

"We're going to have a long talk when we get home, huh?", Jonas asked his wife.

"Oh yeah."

"Any hope for me?"

"Ask me after dessert."

Part 5

Tag Team

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[anomaly-076]

Going on a date w/ Tkdb teachers

♦ I don't think I've seen anything related to the professors during my time lurking around in the tags, which is kinda a shame, so here's some love for our wacky adults :D ♦

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The Chancellor

(Ik he looks like a kid, but he literally has a son if I remember correctly)

Even with how busy Cornelius usually is, if he likes you he'll find a way to squeeze you into his agenda

It's either a lunch date during his hour or so that he has for a lunch break

Or a dinner date after which he'll have more freedom to also do something else with you

Like stargazing

Idk why but Cornelius strikes me as the one to love stargazing

Sadly, you can't be up for too long though, since he has to wake up early to work again

But the next day, one of the mail cats drops by with a rose and a note thanking you for a nice evening and invitation to meet with him for lunch

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Professor Dante

Not really a date, but more of a parallel reading session in Dante's private library

He's already there when you knock on the door, beckoning you to enter the room so eh doesn't have to open the door for you

If you want, you two can snuggle up on a sofa that's in the library and he'll read some classical literature book to you

Once your relationship progresses further, Dante wouldn't be against laying his head on your lap while you read to him

He might fall asleep each time, but how can you blame him?

Your voice is so soothing and your lap is so comfortable

Only when the two of you are alone, he's able to fully relax

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Professor Hyde

Clueless idiot alert!

Huh? Him asking you out on a date? That's ridiculous! Unless....?

If he somehow manages to ask you out in person and not via a note hidden in one of your books, his whole face is red to the very tips of his white hair

Takes you out for crepes or something

It has to be something simple

Something that doesn't scream 'date'

You're just two colleagues trying out the new ice cream stand since few of your students talked about it, haha... right?

Prepare to be the first one to initiate everything in the relationship and even then, Hyde is flustered mess

But don't you dare mentioning any of that to his other colleagues or even Sho!

Hyde definitely doesn't get all red just from holding hands or when you peck him on the cheek!

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Professor Moby

The sole reason for how I came up with this idea

I can just imagine Moby trying so hard to make up with his behavior for the fact that the place he took you is a very cheap 2* diner that may or may not have a bit of a mice problem

Worry not! All six of his remaining tentacles will make sure no little critter will get into your food!

He feels very guilty to drag you to such place, but it's the best he can afford

And no, he will not let you pay for yourself so you can eat somewhere better

What gentleman would make you pay on a date he invited you to?

After that mice fiasco, he'll try to find different places you two can enjoy yourselves

Like a walk in the park! That doesn't cost anything and is nice to get to know your date

Maybe, once he manages to find a way to feed The Chancellors cats without getting attacked, he'll be able to buy you a snack or something!

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Professor Nicolas

Talk about busy

Nicolas barely has a time for himself while managing the hospital

If it weren't for Yuri and Jiro, he wouldn't even be able to get any sleep

So instead of dates, you usually just bring him lunch and eat it together in his office

Sometimes, if you don't happen to have a lesson to teach, you're helping him out

By some point, you've learned so much, that you're able to get qualified as a nurse

You don't have to, but it would help Mortkranken a lot to have another person on their team

Plus you could spend more time with him that way

But he insists, that you really don't have to and if you want to spend more time with him, he'll try to find a different way

[devflamme]

so i was going through my google docs and found a document with some wagatha hcs that i need to share here to fellow wagatha crazy ass fans like me

(im so proud of myself for editing this on picsart in like, 10 seconds.)

— agatha loves using pet names as we all know, right? but, in an 🩷established relationship scenario🩷 she would call wanda pretty girl, darling and princess and wanda just melts all the time. wanda is not someone that uses pet names very often, but agatha changed her. she calls agatha by detka (classic), my love and my agatha.

— wanda steals agatha's clothes all the time. agatha normally buys bigger clothes so wanda is always seen wearing a shirt or dress from agatha, as they're comfier and smell like agatha. lavender fabric softener, dark wine and cigarettes.

— agatha is the one that cooks (what kind of housewife would i be if i didn't have a gourmet meal- forgot the rest of the line.) while wanda is the one that drives. agatha can't drive — she is reckless and wanda just can't bear the thought of agatha injuring herself because of a car accident.

— agatha sings a lot. she used to sing back in the day and really loves singing. wanda is enamored by her voice all the time she hears agatha singing around the house.

— in my head, as agatha lived so many years, she probably visited many places, and, speaks a lot of languages because of that. wanda is always cursing and talking to herself in sokovian (especially when agatha is annoying her) and thinks oh she can't understand me! but agatha can. oh but she can.

★ agatha speaks english, latin (canonically). and my language hcs are especially french, greek, russian, sokovian, italian and brazilian portuguese (because as a brazilian i need to mention brazil somewhere.)

— they both have folders in their phones full of pics of the other. wanda even has a digital camera that is FULL of agatha (and agatha loves posing for the pics. she's insufferable🩷)

these two pics here. im so ILL. i just love the idea of a character taking pics of their lover just to look at the pics fondly when they're away from each other or something like that.

— i have to mention taylor swift im sorry. agatha wearing wanda's initials on a necklace. yeah...

— okay i know the canon timeline but this is such a funny headcanon that i couldn't not put it here: wanda writes poems about agatha and she stores them inside the darkhold. it's not the best way, she knows that, but… it's better safe than sorry – her poems are cringey and lovey-dovey. agatha should never read them. ever.

— agatha likes crocheting. she sits in a chair on the porch, glasses dropping from her nose, scrunched in concentration — wanda calls her 'grandma'. agatha gets really grumpy from this. they're just like an old married couple bickering.

i want them to kiss, your honor

[miracles-and-butterflies]

For @jacarandaaaas, based on the premise of “Julieta cooking with her daughters as a bonding exercise.”

Post rebuild, Julieta encourages her three girls to make arepas with her. Somewhere along the way it becomes a competition and chaos ensues. But she still loves them.

My Cooking Skills (do not run in the family)

“What? No!” Luisa jumped, already moving to block the doorway. “You aren’t coming in my kitchen, demon!”

Isabela snickered. Luisa getting way too aggressive in the kitchen was always amusing. She pushed at a bicep, with no success. “Come on, stand aside, sis. Papa said Mama wants to see me in here.”

“That’s weird, he said the same thing to me.” Luisa mumbled to herself. “I’m not falling for it.”

“Luisa, you don’t own the fucking kitchen.”

“Yeah, well, you’re a—”

“Oh, hi hermanas,” came Mirabel’s voice, having appeared just behind Isabela. She wasn’t paying too much attention to what they were doing, which explained why they hadn’t been immediately lectured for it. She was somehow walking while also keeping her attention on her embroidery ring. “Does Mama want to speak with you both, too?”

“Yep. But try telling chef Luisa that.”

“I’m not letting you in my kitchen, every time I do you ruin what I’m cooking.” Luisa snapped, crossing her arms. “Wait, so Mama does actually want to speak with all of us? Isabela wasn’t just lying?”

Isabela swat a handful of petals at her. “I’m starting to hope she doesn’t, just so I can annoy you.”

Luisa glared at her, Isabela happily glared back. She had missed this. Their little, petty rivalries from when they were younger.

Finally, their mother stepped over, tying up her apron. She smiled at her girls before realising that Isabela and Luisa were engaged in a staring contest. She cleared her throat, unceremoniously.

“Ha! You blinked, I won!” Isabela exclaimed.

“Luisa, let your sisters in.” Julieta called.

Luisa spluttered. “But Bela—”

“Is going to behave herself in the kitchen. Aren’t you, Isabelita?” She stopped her eldest as she passed Luisa, giving her a pointed look. Isabela mocked a look of offence before agreeing, though she did stick her tongue out at Luisa before taking a seat on the counter. “Why do I think I’ve called you three here today?”

“To tell us that you love us?” Isabela suggested, half-joking.

At the same time, Luisa winced, scratching the back of her head nervously. “To tell Isabela and I off for stealing a bottle of wine for our sleepover with Dolores last weekend.”

“I do love you, but that is not what I—” their mother stopped for a minute. They could almost see her hair getting greyer. “You three did what?”

“It was Isabela’s fault. She stole it.” Luisa accused.

“It was Dolores’ idea.” Isabela added.

She let out a heavy sigh, “We’ll talk about that with your cousin and Tía later. But, for now, I’ve brought you three in here to do some cooking with me.”

The idea was not met with much or any enthusiasm from the girls. Isabela rolled her eyes before suddenly smirking with mischief; Luisa initially lit up before realising what exactly it meant and deflated. Julieta was prepared for what drama it would be like having those two in the kitchen together.

The last time they had was when Isabela was six and Luisa was four, just after Mirabel’s birth. She had been hoping to spend some nice quality time with her daughters, so they didn’t feel too replaced with attention by the new baby. And it ended with a massive food fight, some inedible and flora filled obleas, and the pair of them being grounded for biting each other. A few months ago, she would have confidently said that they wouldn’t be like that now. Now? She wasn’t as confident and seriously doubted her judgement.

“That’s just great, Mama. Luisa was just telling me how much she loves it when I help her in the kitchen, weren’t you, sis?” Isabela prompted. Trying her best to lean on her taller sister.

“I will feed your cacti to a donkey.” Luisa said through gritted teeth, but kept the smile for her mother and nodded her head like she agreed. “Thank you, Mama, for this wonderful afternoon. I can’t wait to get started and cook with my two lovely sisters. Can I just ask, why are you making us do this?”

She chuckled, “Well, I just thought it would be nice for us to spend some together. And that some of us could put the embroidery down and socialise for a change.”

Her change in tone did have the wanted effect as Mirabel did look up from the bird she was sewing, glancing at the three of them in turn.

“I’m listening,” the girl insisted before immediately going back to her needle.

“Wrong move, little sis.” Isabela whispered under her breath. Just loud enough for Luisa, who found herself swallowing nervously, to give a hum of agreement.

Mirabel yelped when Julieta tore the thing from her hand. “You can have it back when we are finished,” their mother stated. She set on a shelf, well out of Mirabel’s reach, before directing her to go stand alongside her sisters. She walked off to go get aprons for the three before Mirabel could start her usual concerns about the risk of her embroidery getting ruined.

“Wait, what are we doing?” Mirabel asked her sisters.

“I don’t know, Mirabel, we’re in the kitchen. What do you think we’re doing? I think we’re gonna go swimming!” Isabela retorted.

“I know that, but what are we cooking is what I meant?” Mirabel corrected, huffing a little at Isabela’s childishness. She turned to Luisa, but she only offered her a shrug.

Julieta returned, tossing an apron to each of her girls. Isabela and Luisa both went for the same one and then squabbled about it for the next two minutes - it was Luisa’s usual apron, for she often helped Julieta in the kitchen, but Isabela was clearly just looking to stir the pot of Luisa’s baking anger. Finally, work done, she gave in and let Luisa have it, taking the remaining apron.

She didn’t attempt to let the three try agree on a recipe; she was well aware how that would go. So she herself chose to make arepas. It was something that they could all do. Luisa is just a good a cook as she was herself and would find it no bother, which meant she could potentially help one of her sisters while Julieta helped the other. Mirabel could cook, she was just very slow and pedantic - and couldn’t bring herself to deviate from instructions, ensuring everything looked picture perfect to the recipe book. And Isabela? Well… she was never allowed in the kitchen, so today would be interesting.

“Now, this isn’t a competition, so you can all take your time.” Julieta reminded.

Luisa nodded. “That’s fine. We all know mine are the best.”

“It’s going to be mine. Mine will win.” Isabela argued. She looked down at Luisa’s bowl. “Yours… I don’t even know what I’m looking at.”

“It’s the exact same as yours! Just a bowl full of corn meal and water!”

“You remember when Antonio was a baby and he was sick on Tío Félix’s shoulder that one time at dinner? Yeah, that’s what yours looks like.”

“Well, you’re not gonna have anything left if you keeping mixing it so hard. Stop splashing me!”

“You’re just jealous that I’m the fastest here.” Isabela scoffed. “I mean, look at Mirabel. Her bowl’s still empty.”

Mirabel clicked her tongue. “Unlike you two, I am following a recipe book and measuring out my ingredients. We are just cooking. It’s not a competition. And, even if it were, the taking part and having fun is what counts.”

“That’s what losers say.” Isabela and Luisa both muttered coincidentally. They both shared a high five before going back to mixing.

“Ay, don’t bully your sister.” Julieta said. “But Mirabel, you’ve measured the corn meal out several times now. It’s not going to have changed, mi amor, you can add it into your bowl.”

“But I’m not sure it is—”

“It is, Mirabel. I’ve told you twice.”

“Even if it isn’t, you can just add it, hermanita. It doesn’t matter.” Luisa piped up.

“It does matter! Everything in life matters.” Mirabel countered, as though Luisa saying that had shattered her entire world. She continued to mutter to herself as she began measuring again, just to be sure. “Even the smallest things matter. Every step, every word, every stitch, every grain—”

Isabela interrupted. “You’re still like seven small steps behind us, sis.”

Before anybody could say anything more, Isabela dumped her clump of dough onto the countertop with an audible splat.

“Okay, there’s no way that’s done.” Julieta chided.

“Look how wet it is— keep it on your side of the fucking counter!” Luisa demanded, shoving it aside, trying to shield her dough from any drops from Isabela’s tainted dough.

“It doesn’t really matter,” Isabela continued. “It’ll dry when it’s cooking.”

As they both began to shape their dough, nobody noticed the vines picking up the relatively empty jug of water and pouring it on Luisa. Most of it went her head, but a few drops landed on the counter, brushing against her dough.

“You look a little wet, Lulu.”

“Fuck you, Bela!”

“You wanna take this outside, brawn?”

“I will rip your arm out of its socket and then let’s see you try grow shit.”

“Luisa, Isabela! Behave yourselves. You aren’t children.” Julieta stared them down for a long minute, shaking her head. “No me importa la edad que tengas, igual te regañaré.”

Isabela and Luisa progressed in a very similar fashion. Occasional bickering and bragging about who was doing better, but they were getting through it a relatively decent pace. Julieta couldn’t tell whether or not Luisa was enjoying Isabela’s company, she seemed to flick from happily laughing or playing along to threatening Isabela with a rolling pin.

Julieta had taken the time to prepare various fillings for the girls, most of it had just been left overs from over the last few days.

“You’re doing shit, Bela.” Luisa chuckled to herself.

Julieta came over and corrected her daughter. “Just try doing it a little bit gentler. See? That’s much better.” She cast a glance at Luisa, who didn’t need help. “Don’t insult your sister. It is important to help and encourage people while they are cooking, you wouldn’t want to get in their head and make them think that they can’t cook.”

“Yeah, especially when they’re beside someone who is doing really well.” Luisa snarked, proudly.

Isabela poked a finger at one of Luisa’s arepas on the stove top, earning a disgruntled cry from her sister as she hurried to fix it. She, meanwhile, presented her final completed arepa to her mother.

Julieta blinked at the arepa. “Um, that isn’t—”

“I shaped mine into cacti.” Isabela explained.

“Isabela’s trying to go for the creative points because she can’t win on anything else.” Luisa cackled.

“Bitch, I will shove yours off the stove to the floor.”

Their mother quickly intervened stepping between the two. “No, nobody is touching the stove top. Isabela, here, let me show you how to cook them.”

“What do you mean how?” She asked. “I leave them and come back in an hour to eat them.”

Luisa burst out laughing. “If you want to burn them, then sure.”

“This is why you are meant to follow the instructions,” Mirabel’s voice rang, smug as anything.

“Sis, you have only just made it on to step four. You’re not better than me at anything—”

“I’m on step three, actually… which I am realising is not much better. Give me twenty minutes to think of a better comeback.”

“No, arepas don’t take that long. And you have to flip them, Isabela. You can’t leave them.” Julieta went on to explain. She managed to convince Luisa to step aside for a moment, so she could show Isabela what she needed to do.

The next few minutes had passed without anything of note. Isabela stopped mucking around long enough to at least attempt flipping her arepas. Luisa decided she was going to make a topping from scratch, just to show off her culinary skills. And Mirabel was slowly catching up to her sisters.

The enticing smell coming from the kitchen later prompted Agustín to come check how his girls were doing. Only to find them not in the kitchen and cooking like he expected. Isabela and Luisa were giggling in the dining room over three plates of (very different looking) arepas that Julieta had set down. Mirabel was cleaning dishes in the kitchen.

“Something smells good,” he commented.

“We’ve been cooking, Papí,” Luisa explained, happily learning back for a kiss on her forehead as he hugged her.

“You should try them. Tell us which one’s the best.” Isabela went on to add. While he stopped to give her a kiss in their embrace, she then whispered, “It’s going to be mine, but let’s not destroy Luisa’s ego too quickly. She’s very fragile.”

He chuckled before kissing Julieta on the lips. “No disasters this time?” He asked.

“Nothing I couldn’t handle,” she teased. “I’ll go get Mirabel.”

He settled into a seat on the other side of Isabela. “You two didn’t leave your little sister to clean your mess alone, did you?”

“She wanted to do it.” Isabela shrugged.

“We were kicked out for splashing each other again.” Luisa answered honestly.

Mirabel went for the chair the other side of Luisa, seeing as Julieta had taken the one on Agustín’s other side. But not before he gave her a quick pat on the hand - she wasn’t as physically affectionate as the other two, especially after getting caught in a collapsing building.

“Can you guess whose is whose?” Luisa inquired, gesturing to the three plates.

The plates weren’t their usual signature ones, instead just plain and white. Each with five arepas. The one on his left had them all set with a good helping of fried chorizo, some vegetables and spices. The middle were just set on the plate, off-shape and cooked to various levels, piled high with leftovers. The one on his right were all neatly aligned against one another, perfectly coloured and symmetrical, sprinkled with a few herbs and some small flowers as a garnish.

“Yours is the left - I’ve seen it on my breakfast plate before. Middle is Isa’s because she made it as different as humanly possible. Right is Mirabel’s because it looks like it came out of a fancy painting or something. She definitely wins for presentation.”

“Well, nobody told me to plate it like that!” Isabela slumped back into her chair.

Mirabel hummed, “I don’t have many skills, but I can make things look good. I wasn’t adventurous at all with mine, but I like my arepa con quesos plain. I’ll take the win; people do say you eat with your eyes.”

“Congratulations, Mira. You make a very pretty meal.” Luisa praised. “But the real factor is how good it tastes, so it doesn’t actually mean anything.”

“…When did you become so competitive?”

“Back when you were still twelve steps behind, keep up.”

The tasting of the dishes had gone as anyone would expect: Mirabel’s being good, simple and plain; Isabela’s being hardly edible but they got a good laugh out of it; Luisa’s were obviously the best of the lot and she bragged indefinitely about the win. Though it was later admitted that Luisa and Isabela had both tempered with each other’s arepas, so who could really say was the winner?

“So, what are you going to make next?”

“I think we’re done with cooking,” Julieta said. “Why don’t you take them to try one of your hobbies, mi vida?”

“Um, yes?” Isabela exclaimed, standing up. “I’d be so good with an axe.”

Luisa scoffed, leaning over to Mirabel. “How long do you think it would take for her to accidentally chop a finger off?”

“Who says that Pa will make us do carpentry anyways? He might have us do something more musical.” Mirabel challenged. “Which would be an instant win for me as you two can’t read sheet music or play instruments.”

As the three girls descended into playful bickering, Agustín pulled Julieta in for a hug.

“I love our girls.”

“I do, too.”

[gamergirlshelby]

alright this is a theory that i've had in mind for a while but im finally gonna go into the details of it since i am once again thinking about this amazing game again.

i first want to note however that this will be going into MAJOR MAJOR spoilers for Pokemon Rejuvenation, a game that I recommend extremely highly to anyone who is into fangames so please check it out, the level of detail and quality thats been put into it still amazes me and i am very excited and patiently waiting for the next update to be ready!

i'll also be taking screenshots from Dred's videos showcasing the content, so i recommend checking out their channel.

anyways without further ado, the theory will be under the readmore.

My theory will be going into the idea that the Paragon and Renegade routes are connected, and the idea that the Interceptors from each route are working on getting the best possible ending for at least one of them.

And this idea all came to mind from this line said by the player:

Now my theory is the They that the Renegade Interceptor (will shorten to RI for brevity) is the Paragon Interceptor (will shorten to PI) and their timeline.

The RI knows that what they're doing is for not, as they will be erased, but there is still a version of the world and all their friends that gets to live on.

But the question is, how exactly are the two helping one another? By giving the other the tools that are needed to accomplish their goals. The RI had built the Red Chain, and the PI along with Melia created the Obliteration Spell or the End of Night.

And the way Melia talks about the creation of the spell mentions that it had been necessary, likely being necessary for the plan with the RI. And after re-watching the entire Renegade Karma files, there is no scene or dialogue that implies the RI had created a version of the spell to use, especially not while working with M2, who goes on to question what the heck the spell even is, deducing that it is total annihilation.

sorry for the red lines i'll retype the quote from M2 here: "You spent all of the time gathering those Red Games. And after all that time crafting the red chain you just decided to yeet it into space?"

But the thing is the chain wasn't just yeeted into space. It was delivered somewhere.

And that somewhere I think is the Paragon timeline. As similarly to the End of Night, the Red Chain is never crafted in the Paragon timeline, but it is still used to restrain Tiempa. And I have a hunch that the Lake Guardians are loosely aware of what the interceptors have done as if you go to find and catch them in the Paragon route, they hop out of the small rifts as they did in Renegade, and all have this text:

Now why would the PI steal the red gem components from the Lake Guardians? Its shown in PLA that if you pass their trials normally you would be able to get the pieces gifted to you so why would they not do that off screen? Its cause they weren't even the ones to take the red gems. It was the RI.

And in my opinion is the dialogue from the failed world segments, but I will be taking special note of what Karma says during the Renegade section.

I will be dissecting the whole dialogue which I have linked to in Dred's video which I will be linking to the timestamp here (if it didn't work the conversation starts at 37:48 and goes on to around 39:03)

"But to be confined through the laws of space and time... This is not possible. I will break these rules. We will move forward." This quote at the end I think is the smoking gun. Karma in an attempt to start again and create the perfect base for the true happy ending had caused there to be a connection between time and space, allowing for the two interceptors to connect. I think that this rewind might have been the initial timeline before Paragon Melia took the place of M2 in the Failed World, and after the rewind happened M2 had been moved to the Renegade timeline, allowing for Paragon Melia to more easily take her place, come up with a plan with the host for the Interceptor, and create the happy ending.

Now I speculate that Karma and the supposed World Shatterer will likely play as a final sort of threat to the story after the Xen Raid and how the Rejuv Team handles that will definitely be something I'm looking forward too.

If anyone has any possible supplementary information or ideas I'd love to hear them and I'd be happy to hear about anyone's other theories about what could be going on in the story. Anyways thank you for reading this long long theory post and again I'd love to hear thoughts on it!

[hersie44]

Old Friends (Derek Hale x Reader)

Characters included: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Lydia Martin, Kira Yukimura, Malia Tate, Jordan Parrish, Noah Stilinski, Chris Argent, Peter Hale, Liam Dunbar.

Requested: No

Type: Reader insert (no use of y/n though), fan fiction.

Word Count: 3520 words.

warning: Strong language used.

Note: I did make the reader be originally from Greece but it doesn't affect the story much so feel free to change it in your mind. :)

Chapter One.

Being back in Beacon Hills felt weird, almost like a nightmare as I walked through the halls of the empty high school that I used to attend. I looked around curiously, the classrooms looked the same and so did the locker rooms. I smiled to myself seeing the boy’s locker room in the distance, memories of sneaking in there after everyone had left to talk to my best friend running through my mind.

“What are you doing here so late!?” I squinted my eyes as a bright light was shone directly at my face, I pushed it away and glared at the man standing in front of me. The coach.

“Oh, it’s just you.” He lowered the flashlight and gave me a confused look, like I was the only crazy person that was at the school late at night.

“Good to see you too coach, I was just leaving.” I moved around him, clutching my book bag close to my chest. I had just started teaching history at Beacon Hills High School yesterday, and this was already the second night that I had decided to stay late. I missed the library here much more than I expected. Especially seeing my initials carved on one of the shelves alongside my friend’s.

“You are seriously giving all the nerds bad ideas, what kind of teacher stays late at the school to read?” I let out an exhausted sigh, he had asked the same question when he caught me in the library last night. I put on a smile and glanced back at him.

“The kind that doesn’t want your players to fail a class, because if they do fail then they won’t be able to play, and we don’t want that now do we?” I turned back around and continued walking, knowing I had won the argument. I knew how much the coach cared about having his best players on the field, unfortunately for him most of them took history.

I would never fail a student if they didn’t deserve it, and I’ve been known to give plenty of opportunities to complete homework and assignments, but the coach has been pressing all the wrong buttons for the last two days and I just needed him to keep his mouth shut.

I guess I’ve changed a lot since high school, I would have never spoken back to someone like that in my teen years. If you weren’t close to me then I seemed like the quiet kid, you know the one that everyone just ignored and went about their day. However, if you knew me then I was the exact opposite. I would speak my mind, about anything and everything. I would babble on about the most random topics if you were willing to lend an ear, and that often ended up being my best friend’s ear.

I guess I should stop calling him that, we haven’t seen or spoken to each other since we were eighteen. He left Beacon Hills after an accident, he dropped all communication and left. I stayed here for as long as I could, waiting for him to come back so that I could talk to him and comfort him, but he never did come back.

 When the summer ended, I left my number on the door of his house in case he came back, and he wanted to talk. Then I left for home, I went back to Greece and continued on with my life, got my degree in teaching and then travelled for a year or two with my grandmother. Once she was ready to settle down, we came back to Beacon Hills. She said that this place had always felt like a second home to her.

I snapped out of my daydream as I realised, I had made it out into the outside corridor, I should really start paying more attention when I’m somewhere alone in the middle of the night.

“KIRA!” I stared ahead in disbelief; three kids were laying on the floor at the end of the corridor battered and bruised. It didn’t look like they noticed me but something that was growling at them did. On instinct I ran forward, skidding to a stop in front of them. Whatever the animal was, it would have to get through me first. Which looking back on that decision, that was probably the most stupid decision that I had ever made in my life.

The situation was extremely surreal, there I was standing between three kids and two grown men wearing animal skulls that covered their faces. They were clearly strong, that was the aura they gave off as they stared me down. I had so much adrenaline running through me that I stared back at them, with a glare of rage.

“Can you three move?” I glanced down at the ground for a second, noticing a sword laying on the ground between me and the men. If I could just pick that up, then I might stand a chance against these guys.

“No! Run!” I faintly remember one of the boys screaming at me, a boy I now know as Scott McCall. I ran forward, grabbing the sword off of the floor and leaping into the air with hope that the momentum would pierce the bone armour that the men had on.

But instead of making contact I was grabbed out of the air, it felt like the world slowed down to a halt as it happened. My eyes widened as a familiar face appeared in front of him, one that should have been much older by now.

“Derek?” He acknowledged me with a glance before throwing me to the side, I’m sure he meant to be gentler, but my body hit the ground with a harsh thud and my head hit the railings. My vision became blurry as I watched the scene before me, Derek, my ex best friend who hasn’t seemed to have aged a day since I last saw him, was fighting off these tall men with his bare hands. The only thing was that he had sharp canine-like teeth and claws to match as he did so. I left the image up to the concussion I had before I crawled forward towards the kids, I tried my best to stand up.

“Come on, you need to run…” I had trusted Derek with my life many times when we were younger, so now I trusted that he could hold off the danger long enough to get these kids to safety. Then I could question him on why he doesn’t look a day over sixteen, and if he’d give me the location to the fountain of youth he had found. As they got up the ache in my head became apparent, I stumbled to the side and started to fall again. However, this time I had a much softer landing, someone had been kind enough to catch me and when I looked up, I saw the most handsome man that I could have possibly ever imagined.

“Wow…so an angel really does come get you when you die.” I closed my eyes, and I could faintly hear the sound of someone calling my name.

The memory came flooding back to me like it was yesterday, it was the finals for our basketball team. We usually never made it that far, but we finally had an ace on our team, Derek Hale, my best friend. The only thing was that no one could find him, we were all waiting on the courts for him to start the match, but no one had seen him. That is when I noticed his uncle skulking around before disappearing in the direction of the locker rooms.

“I’ll be right back.” I gave Kate a reassuring smile before following him, I didn’t trust Peter at all, so I hardly felt bad about this. He was always too hard on Derek, there had been many times where Derek decided to sleep over at my place just to avoid the douche. He didn’t seem like the supportive type either, so I don’t understand why he was here.

“Even born wolves have to learn control on a full moon, Derek.” I heard Peter’s voice echoing from the showers, I blushed at the thought of bursting into the room while Derek was naked. Maybe there was an actual emergency, and I should just go, let his uncle help him for once if it fell in the department of him being naked during the issue or maybe I should have sent Kate because she’s told me many times, she had a crush on him. But then…

“Yeah, but it’s supposed to be easier for us, why does it hurt so much!?” Hurt? That sent alarm bells going off in my head, Derek was hurting. I rounded the corner and stared in shock as Derek was on his knees, completely drenched from head to toe. I could only see the side of his face, but his eyes were glowing bright blue and he had fangs like a wolf. Before I could stop myself, I let out a scream, then there was a pressure on my neck before I passed out.

I woke up with a jolt, my eyes snapping open as I heard voices coming from the distance. I was in a room I didn’t recognise, the ceiling was high and most of the bricks were exposed. It was cold, sending a shiver down my spine. I sat up slowly, my brain pounding against my skull as I did so.

My ears were still ringing from earlier, my heart was still pounding in my chest from the adrenaline. Then I heard my name again, it didn’t sound like it had any emotion in it at first but as I looked in the direction of the voice I could immediately tell there was a slight worried undertone to it…just like I could always tell when he tried to hide it.

“Derek…?” Just as I thought, the man from earlier was Derek. He had grown so much, he was taller, more muscular, he had a beard and damn was he gorgeous. I took several deep breaths as three pairs of eyes fell on me, which didn’t help the growing nervousness in my stomach. Was what I remembered real? Was what I saw earlier real?

“That’s my cue to leave.” The woman spoke, she got up and left without even greeting them. The other man followed her, locking the door behind her as she left.

“Are you crazy!?” He sounded shocked and angry, the emotions clearly directed at Derek.

“Not now.” He got up and walked towards me, my spine immediately straightened, and my eyes went wide as he sat down in front of me. I wasn’t scared of him, but I suddenly felt alert in the situation, there were so many questions swirling in my head that it was almost hard to keep track of.

“What do you remember?” No “Hi, how you doing?”, no “Sorry I threw you which made you hit your head and pass out”. Nothing, just straight to what I remembered? Yeah, this was definitely Derek or should I rather say the ‘new and improved’ one.

“A lot, enough to know you’ve been keeping secrets from me before you even left.”

“It was to protect you.”

“Bullshit!” I stood up, staggering slightly which sent Derek flying to his feet to catch me. His hands landed on my waist, holding me up.

“It wasn’t to protect me! It was for your own selfish shit! You didn’t tell me things, you didn’t let me in on your little world and then you just left me! No good explanation, no good-bye just gone! I stayed here for months for you! Taking care of your family after the fire, I spent my summer hoping you would come back but you didn’t! You ass!” I hit his chest hard which for once made him flinch, but he still had a glare on his face as he stared down at me like a predator warning his prey.

“You didn’t stay either so how is it fair that you can be mad at me, but you weren’t here when I came back?” I glared at him, absolutely pissed that he would switch the blame to me so quickly.

“I left you a note with my number on it and my new address, I couldn’t stay when my whole family was leaving! I was eighteen without a job, how would I live here!?” I tried to push him off, but he just tightened his grip on me.

“There was no note.”

“That might have been my fault.” Our heads whipped to the other man in the room, he had a sheepish grin on his face, but he didn’t look sorry at all as he shrugged and crossed his arms.

“I took it off, didn’t want you to have stalkers back home.” I blinked in disbelief, it was private property so no one would have went there besides Derek's family.

“Peter?”

“In the flesh.” He did a small bow, now my blood was boiling even more. Of course, it was Peter who made sure we never spoke again, he never liked me since I always made Derek talk back to him, I made Derek stand up for himself against him. Rightfully so because he is an asshole.

“But how!? You were burnt and paralysed in the fire! I looked after you and Laura in the hospital for my whole summer!”

“Long story but thanks for that, cupcake.” My grip on Derek’s arms tightened, he took that as a sign that if he didn’t get me out of here that I would try to burn Peter to a crisp myself this time.

“I’m taking you home.” I screeched as he picked me up, something I definitely wasn’t used to. I was well aware that I probably couldn’t walk by myself, the longer I’m awake the more my body aches and pains. I let out a groan, closing my eyes as I decide not to protest.

“I hate you sometimes.” I heard a little huff, something he did when he was trying not to smile. Even though I was extremely mad at him right now, his warmth was welcomed. At least that hasn’t changed, he was still my personal heater.

“Just sometimes?” I opened my eyes as one of his hands wrapped around mine, my pain starting to slowly go away. I glanced down, there were black veins on his hand and arm where we were touching, another thing I suddenly remembered seeing before. Once we were outside, he put me in the passenger seat of a car, a car I was assuming was his.

“Derek, please talk to me. Explain this to me.” He sighed, I gave him my best pleading look which made him shake his head before he knelt down next to me.

“I’m a werewolf.”

“Yeah, I guessed.” I cleared my throat, my eyes meeting his. “I saw you before, before that basketball game when we were younger.”

“Before Peter knocked you out, I remember.”

“He is a royal pain in the ass, fucking asshole. But you know I wasn’t scared of you, right? I would have accepted you even back then.” I reached out for his hand and laced our fingers together, squeezing it tightly. His eyes flickered down to our hands, he seemed to be processing the feeling like no one has held his hand since he last saw me.

“I know, you were a weirdo that would have accepted me even if I had two heads.” I laughed at that, a smile growing on my face as I looked at him.

“Yeah, but your ego was enough to deal with.” He rolled his eyes at that, but I could see the smile he was hiding, beneath all the changes that he went through I could still see the old Derek. The person he was before all the pain. He took a deep breath and pulled his hand away from mine, the playful atmosphere now depleting.

“I wanted to tell you but the last person I told died, and then Kate…”

“Argent?” He nodded, then he began to explain what happened in the last few years. How Paige actually died, that Kate was the one who set fire to his house and killed his family because she was a hunter and that’s why she wanted to date him. He told me about when he came back to Beacon Hills, all the things that happened with a group of high schoolers he met. It was a lot to take in, but I paid attention, I knew he would never lie…well tell a whole fabricated supernatural story because he was never that creative.

“I’m sorry, Derek. I’m so sorry.” I leaned forward, hugging him with my arms wrapped around his neck. I could tell he wasn’t expecting it, he froze for a moment. Usually, I never cry about things but now that I knew the truth, I couldn’t stop the tears. The amount of times Derek could have died or was close to death while I wasn’t with him crashed down on me, I sobbed and hiccupped while holding onto him. That’s when his arms wrapped around me, holding me firmly to his chest as I cried.

I don’t know how long we sat like that, just on the side of the road in his car with his arms around me. The crying had given me a headache but being close to him felt good, being like this again felt good. My heart was beating a mile a minute.

“Please come home with me, please stay like you used to. I need you…” Another thing that was out of character for me, begging for someone to stay. I don’t know if fear had overcome me from realising there was a whole dangerous world of creatures that could kill me if they weren’t good like Derek, or if I was just scared that if he left me, he would leave again.

“Okay…okay.” His voice was soft, something that only happened when I was extremely upset about something. He got up, tucking me into my seat and putting on my seatbelt. Once he was in the driver’s seat I grabbed his hand again, holding it with both of mine. This time he squeezed my hand, starting the car with his free hand and then driving off.

Later...

When we arrived at my place Derek has decided that I still couldn’t walk on my own, he picked me up from the passenger seat and walked towards my front door. The little act of kindness made me giggle, knowing full well that if I ever asked to be carried again then he would say no.

“Welcome to my humble abode, my bedroom is upstairs.” He nodded, taking a quick look around my house before ascending to the second floor. I had boxes all around, not having unpacked anything besides my bedroom and the kitchen.

“Am I allowed to dress myself or are you going to strip me too?” He grunted, not enjoying my teasing as he put me down on the bed. He walked over to my closet.

“Still sleep in shorts and a tank top?” He barely asked the question before throwing those items at me, I laughed and caught them.

“Yeah, but only when it’s hot. Then again it should be very hot since my personal heater has returned.” He chuckled at this, looking at the wall as I got changed.

“I see you still have some of my sweatpants, I’m borrowing one.” I blushed and looked away as he changed, though I did take a glance as he took off his shirt. He had definitely worked out during the time we were separated and had gotten a tattoo on his back. It was safe to say he was an absolute catch. I shook my head, not believing my thoughts about a man that was my best friend for most of my childhood.

He walked over to me, he had opted to not put a shirt on which I was definitely complaining about.

“Where am I sleeping?” I patted next to me which made him raise an eyebrow, I guess now that we’re older it was a bit weird to share a bed as just friends, but I didn’t care. I had missed sleeping in his arms.

“Don’t question it, I missed you.” He sighed and laid next to me, I didn’t hesitate to crawl into his arms. When I pulled the blanket over us, I felt safe, it was just like when were younger again. Derek was my dream catcher, keeping the nightmares and bad thoughts away. Now being with him kept more than that away, I felt like as long as I was with him the new world, I knew about wasn’t so scary after all. His warmth made me sleepy, my eyes closing as I drifted off.

Just before I fell asleep, I felt his arms tighten around me.

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I did one commentary for a Shameless fic for @shamelessdvdcommentary and I really had fun with it, so I decided to do it for another one of my fics.

Peace In Your Arms And A Home In Your Heart Summary: There's no way his younger self would have imagined this, not in a million years, not even with how much he always loved Ian. He was always just fucked for life. Now he's been there, done that with the fucked for life thing. Now he's everything he never dreamed and it blows him away. Ian and Mickey three years after Mickey's release from prison.

Give us some stats - (when you wrote it, word count, how long it took to finish, is it a one-shot/multi-chapter, etc) I started this fic in January 2018 and didn't finish it until May 2018, even though it's a oneshot and only 6,233 words. It's a fluffy, cuddly fic with absolutely no angst whatsoever, and I'm just so unfamiliar with writing pure fluff that it took me forever, I think.

What was the initial inspiration for your story? I mostly write angst or at least darker character study type fics. I wanted to write a fic where Ian and Mickey were actually happy. I'm obsessed with how comfortable Mickey became with casual affectionate touch in season 5, and I really wanted to explore a future version of that, where Mickey is comfortable with touch and Ian is well and they're able to both fully appreciate casual physical affection. I wrote this before season 10 aired, so in my version Ian got out of prison first, Mickey had a few more years, and when he got out they got an apartment together, and this is three years after that.

What was your favourite scene to write? The two of them just chatting about their day while casually holding each other in a (mostly) non-sexual but affectionate way. I really liked making it feel really normal and sweet and intimate but not horny. Just really soft.

How did you come up with the title? There's a brief moment where Mickey's childhood is compared to a house full of holes and cold and exposed nails, compared to the comfort of his current life with Ian. I also just like this idea that their lives are still pretty hectic and stressful and stuff outside in the world, but when they're at home together they feel more at peace and happy and calm.

Was there anything you struggled to write? If so, how did you overcome this? This whole story was, while not really a struggle, just kind of out of my usual comfort zone. I'm a master at angst and it's what I like to write. So writing a fluffy, happy fic was fun but I was constantly second-guessing myself on whether or not it was too cheesy, or realistic, or too fluffy, or OOC. In the end, I think it turned out great. I'm just not used to writing a fluffy scene without the other shoe dropping sometime later in the fic.

Favourite line in the story? “Get over here, asshole.” Mickey stretches out a hand to reel Ian in when he takes it, tugging him down to catch his lips and curl a hand against the back of his neck. He kisses Ian deep and slow and digs his fingers into the muscles at the back of his neck before pulling away and letting Ian up again. He smiles sleepily when Ian squeezes his hand. “Kick ass out there, man. I love you.”

If you are writing a particular trope or genre, was it your first time writing this? This was my first time writing pure fluff for Shameless. I think it went very well. It's also my only Shameless fic that is purely fluff without some sort of angst or h/c or whatever.

What are you most proud about in the story? (plot, characterisation, dialogue, twist/cliffhanger, etc) The dialogue! I had so much fun with the dialogue in this one. Mickey's way of talking is so fun to write. I really liked writing the dialogue for this because it's so normal and sweet, but they're still going to talk the way they talk. I'm also really happy with the physical affection bits. I didn't want it to be smutty or overly sappy, I just wanted it to be like they finally are somewhere that they're both comfortable and safe and they can touch each other affectionately as much as they want without fear or whatever.

Are there any deleted scenes that didn’t make it to the final story? I don't think so, but I did do the opposite and I added a couple paragraphs after I'd already posted it. I just wanted more of Mickey's internal monologue as he sleepily watches Ian getting ready for work.

Reading back the story now, is there anything you’d change or add? There's a brief moment where Mickey is asleep on the couch and the POV switches to Ian watching him sleep, and then it switches back to Mickey once he wakes up. I wish I'd made the transition to and from Ian's POV a little smoother. But now I'm not sure how I'd do that. I think I struggled with it back then and the way it is now is kind of the best I could do.

Would you ever write a sequel to this story? Maybe? I think it deviates so heavily from what ended up happening in canon that I'm not sure what I'd do with a sequel. It might be interesting to have Ian and Mickey married and being all physically affectionate in the presence of the Gallagher siblings, but none of the Gallagher siblings make a big deal out of it. Or if they do, it's less about mockery or bullshit and more a kind of surprise and/or jealousy at how they support each other and stuff.

If you’ve chosen your most popular story, are you surprised by the popularity? Absolutely. On the one hand I'm not surprised it's the most popular, because people will always go for fluff and probably a lot of people read fluffy fics more than once. But on the other hand I am surprised because I don't write fluff very often, and I feel like I'm not as good at it as other people. I think this fic is great, but stylistically I usually feel more comfortable with my angst writing, so I'm surprised this has the most views of all my Shameless fics.

[izicodes]

Improving Your Work Ethic

I had a meeting with my manager on Friday on three key skills I need to look out for when working. She said being in school/apprenticeship and working in a company are two different situations. There are skills you only learn by working in a team with real-life projects. She mentioned; Work Ethic, Communication and Time Management.

I decided I would talk about each one and give tips that she mentioned and others I found out myself and over searching online. This post will be about improving your work ethic. The advice my manager gave is from a Senior Software Developer's point of view but the advice can be carried over to other industries you work in!

What is Work Ethic?

Work ethic refers to the values and principles that guide how a person approaches their work or responsibilities. It involves having a positive attitude, being diligent, and demonstrating a strong commitment to doing your best.

Imagine that school project you had to complete. Having a good work ethic means that you approach the project with enthusiasm and dedication. It means taking responsibility for completing your work on time and putting in the necessary effort to produce high-quality results!

Tips To Improving Your Work Ethic

This is a long list but worth while to think upon! Here are all of the tips that my manager gave me and some extra notes I made afterwards:

Understand Expectations

Do you know what is expected of your role and responsibilities at work? If you don’t, you need to. Not just what the job description said when you applied but directly from your team manager or your boss!

Be Punctual

Arrive on time for meetings, scrums, and work-related commitments. Being punctual demonstrates respect for others' time and shows your dedication to the team.

Meet Deadlines

If you know me, you’ll know I struggle with this a lot. Consistently meet the deadlines for your tasks and projects. Plan and prioritize your work to ensure timely delivery. If you’re struggling with the project/work somewhere, ask for help.

Take Initiative

Show initiative by seeking opportunities to contribute beyond your assigned tasks. Take ownership of challenges, propose solutions, and actively participate in team discussions. I like this because I always come up with new add ons a project!

Be Accountable

Take responsibility for your actions and outcomes. Admit and learn from mistakes, and avoid making excuses. It may be hard but just say you messed up and it won’t happen again.

Practice Self-Discipline

Develop self-discipline to stay focused and motivated in your work. Minimize distractions and maintain a strong work ethic even when faced with challenging tasks. This is why if you struggle with this, do a Studyblr study challenge to stay on track and be motivated!

Be Proactive In Learning

Continuously expand your knowledge and skills by staying updated with the latest industry trends and technologies. Seek out learning opportunities and take advantage of professional development resources. Especially in my field of Tech, something new is happening all the time! My workplace gave us Pluralsight for free so we can be studying on the site as we work!

Communicate Effectively

Work on your communication skills to convey information clearly and professionally. Keep your team members, stakeholders or anyone necessary informed about your progress, challenges, and achievements!

Get Feedback

Actively seek feedback from your teammates, supervisors, and mentors. Constructive criticism can be good, see it as an opportunity for growth and improvement!

Collaborate Effectively

Practise positive and productive collaboration with your team members. Contribute to team discussions, listen actively, and support others when needed.

Be Adaptable

Changes at work, project or whatever can be scary, and sometimes quite annoying, however, embrace change! Be open to new ideas, technologies, and processes. Learn to adapt quickly to shifting priorities and evolving project requirements!

Take Care Of Your Well-Being

Prioritize your physical and mental well-being. I had a time when I was mentally stressed from my apprenticeship, I took a week-long holiday off and rested at home. You should maintain a healthy work-life balance, manage stress effectively, and take breaks when needed. You're not you when you're tired, mentally strained and hungry...!

Reflect And Improve

Regularly reflect on your work ethic and areas for improvement. Set personal goals and actively work towards enhancing your work ethic over time.

Improving your work ethic is an ongoing process that requires self-awareness, discipline, and a commitment to personal growth. Some people can do it alone whilst other people need a little push, such as myself and my manager.

Think over the tips I gave and see how you can change things to improve your own work ethic. If you're not working, this can be applied to a school setting or something you can be wary of when looking to start working!

Hope this helped you and thanks for reading! 👩🏾‍🎓💗

[nothorses]

in a queer space i'm in, every time i use the word "transandrophobia" my point gets derailed by other transmascs to talk about why the word is transmisogynstic or misogynistic toward cis women, how the word "distracts" from the part that misogyny plays in transphobia toward transmascs, and how transmascs mainly experience misogyny, as we're being weighed against societal expectations for women

i wanted to ask how you would explain to someone that transandrophobia doesn't distract from the part misogyny plays in transphobia targeted at transmascs, and how we don't just experience misogyny or transmisogyny? because we do experience specific hatred because we're transmasc. social media's been full of it lately. plus, it just feels wrong to say "well, it's just misogyny because they're using women standards to judge transmascs" when the way they attack us and the way it hurts us is still........ specific to us as transmascs?

i hope that makes sense. i'm just kind of at my wit's end with being derailed. love your blog and what you're doin for the transmasc community, ty!

That fucking sucks, I'm sorry! And I have two approaches for you.

First is: if it's causing the conversation to be derailed like that, I would honestly consider picking your battles. How important is the word to the point you're making? Is the conversation as-is productive? Is it going to stay productive if you bring up the word? Is it worth it?

I don't think any and all resistance should be met with just... folding and giving up, but like. I do think that there are better times to have that conversation than others, and sometimes, the point you're making is more important than the words you use to make it. It's not a bad idea at all to have that conversation about language and try to push back, but being strategic about when you have it can be helpful.

You can also look at the trajectory of this conversation on a larger, community-wide scale; a lot of what we started with was just "trans men are also oppressed, and we should be able to talk about that." Where we're at now took years for the community to get to, and while a lot of that was developing and building on each other's ideas, some of it was definitely just the time it took to gain the confidence in ourselves necessary to have those conversations in the first place.

And second is: I've written a fair amount about the word "transandrophobia" & common misconceptions around it here! I think this primer answers the questions you have here, but if not, there might be more in my pinned post somewhere; and feel free to come back here if not!

You might also consider talking more about intersectionality, and what the word means. The idea is not "1 oppression + 1 oppression = 2 oppressions", it was initially coined to discuss the unique experiences black women have at the intersection of blackness and womanhood, and how that intersection produces experiences different from either on their own. Women share certain experiences as women, and black people share certain experiences as black people, but there are experiences black women have that other women, and other black people, do not.

It's not "1 + 1 = 2", it's "1 + 1 = 3". Or more accurately, "[identity] + [identity] = [different, unique identity and experiences, in addition to those of the original parts]".

Transness adds a unique layer of complexity to this idea. Trans people, as a group, aren't seen or treated by society at large as either cis version of the binary genders. We exist in a sort of "Other" space, and the unique relationships we have to our AGABs, our actual genders, and the genders others perceive us as (which itself can vary moment-to-moment and person-to-person), inform experiences that are unique to us and others like us. That's how being trans works, in different and unique ways, for all of us.

Trans women have unique experiences as well as shared experiences, nonbinary people have unique experiences as well as shared experiences, and trans men do, too. Ignoring that kind of intersectionality can only cause harm.

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uhh. even more pjsk ocs story thoughts,,

Been thinking about how I wanna arrange all of that. I think the conflict of their main story would focus more on Fumi and Matsu. Of course, it's not focused ONLY on them. But it is kinda what's going to affect everyone else and what they have to solve initially. Does that make any sense at all idk. I've mentioned it somewhere before, but they *all* had some kind of connection to each other before coming together. I have the connections between Fumi and Matsu, Matsu and Toshiro, Toshiro and Fumi, Fumi and Seina, a little less Seina and Matsu pretty much thought out to a degree, but not Seina and Toshiro,, though I do have some ideas. I think I'm very close to figuring out their unit name too! I was right, i think it's easier for me to just figure it out as I go with the story.

Oh and I also wanted to talk about their pets,, Seina has a bunny! idk if I've ever mentioned it here, but this idea was in my head the moment I figured out what vibe I wanted her to have. It's a brown bunny named Puddle for a simple reason of Seina letting her sibling choose the name, lol. Everyone who's interacted with Puddle says that she's literally just like Seina. I think that's pretty silly and awesome. Toshiro has a cat. An orange cat. I think they kinda have a bit of an orange cat energy, so. All for the purpose of silliness,, the cat's name is Surfer, btw. For the dumbest reason possible – I'm making everything up as I go, and when I needed the name, I just looked around my room, and I have this Very Orange t-shirt that says something about surfers. So. That's just how it is now ig

Other than these two, Fumi doesn't have any pets and Matsu keeps fish (obviously). I haven't thought of what kind of fish yet, though. And you better believe I'm gonna be very serious and detailed about it. (I'm insane about fish too. Mostly about marine mammals still, but fish and bugs are also smth that makes my brain go weeewooooweeewooo)

ANYWAYS. I should really stop now eueue,,,,

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Shin [VAMPIRE ENDING]

ー The scene starts in the saloon at the Vibora Castle

Carla: ...Come here.

Shin: Eh...?

Vibora A: O-Oi! Do you have any idea what we are doing here!?

Vibora B: You sure have some nerve to completely ruiin our clan’s official ceremony...!

Zweig: ...Come on, wait. I am sure the Founder King has a good reason for doing so. 

Vibora A: However...!

Zweig: We can always sign the contract afterwards. Now be quiet.

Vibora B: ...Understood. 

Carla: Shin. ...Hurry up.

Shin: ...?

Carla: There is one final thing I must tell you.

Shin: Is that...?

Carla: ーー About your origins.

Shin: Nii-san...You knew...about it...?

Carla: ...Yes.

Shin: ...!

I’m so sorry...Nii-san...I’ve been meaning to tell you...ever since I found out...but I couldn’t find the courage to.

I couldn’t tell you, because I was convinced that you would never accept this tainted version of me.

Carla: ーー How foolish of you.

ー Carla embraces him

*Rustle* 

Shin: Eh...?

Carla: Whether you are a Founder or not, you are still our Mother’s child, and my younger brother.

...When holding you like this, I remember the time when I held you in my arms right after your birth.

You have...grown quite a bit. 

Shin: Nii...san...

Carla: ーー You are the next Founder King. Nothing changes about that.

Allow me to repeat myself one more time. You will create a future for us Founders. ...Am I clear?

Shin: You mean...That I’m a Founder...even if my blood is impure...?

Carla: Watch your words. I shall not allow my younger brother to say such things, not even about himself.

Shin: Nii-san...!!

I’ve wanted to surpass you since forever.

I’ve lived up to this point, because I wanted to grow even stronger than you are.

Don’t die just yet, Nii-san. I haven’t been able to do anything for you in return...!

Carla: ...Listen carefully, Shin.

An older brother has to make sure he always going forward, watching over his younger brother until the day they surpass him.

You have long surpassed me. That is why I decided to hand you the throne.

Shin: No way...Nii-san...I haven’t surpassed you at all!

Carla: ...Good grief. You are quite the handful.

*Rustle*

Carla: Then, show me that you have. Become a Founder King who is even more lofty and noble than I was.

And...Give birth to a new bloodline of Founders. The First Generation will be youーー And that woman.

Yui: Carla-san...

Carla: ーー Farewell.

ー Carla disappears

*Woosh*

Shin: Ah...

Yui: ( Carla-san...He’s turning into ash... )

Shin: Nii-san...forgave me.

...It was just like you said.

Yui: Fufu...I’m glad...

ー Kino walks up to them

Kino: ーー Ah-ah. How boring. I was looking forward to see the two attempt to kill each other.

Shin: ...Kino!?

Don’t tell me...Are you the one who told Nii-san!?

Kino: ...All I did was enlighten the ignorant fool. You should be grateful, no?

Shin: You...Cut the crap!!

*Woosh*

*STAB*

Kino: Kuh...

What’s this...power...I was...in the blink of an eye...

Shin: ーー I am a Founder.

Don’t underestimate me.

ー Kino collapses

*Thud*

ー Yuuri rushes to his side

Yuuri: ーー Kino!!

*Rustle*

Shin: ...

*Rustle rustle*

Yuuri: I’m sorry...Kino.

It is my fault...That you never understood familial love...

Shin: ーー I’d like you to come with me somewhere after the contract has been signed. 

Yui: Eh...?

Shin: ーー I want to go see the Wolf King.

*TIMESKIP*

Monologue

After officiating the alliance with the Vibora

I was taken away by Shin-kun,

to the Wolf Clan’s territory.

After explaining the situation to them,

we were able to meet the Wolf King right away.

Ebert, the Wolf King,

whom I met for the first time,

looked very calm. 

Perhaps that was the reason,

but despite being very worked up initially,

Shin-kun gradually calmed down,

and managed to talk to him in a very collected manner.

According to what the Wolf King told us,

Shin-kun’s mother, Krone-san,

felt very much tied down by all the obligations,

that came with being of Founder descent. 

ーー Please,

do not hold it against her.

When Ebert bowed his head to us,

Shin-kun quietly shook his head.

Watching him from his side, he seemed very peaceful.

...Aah, he will forgive his Mother,

for what she did.

As I thought that,

I grabbed hold of Shin-kun’s handーー

ー The scene shifts to the forest

Ebert: ...You said your name is Shin, correct?

Shin: Yes. 

Ebert: Actually...You are not my child.

Yui: ( Eh...? )

Ebert: I will not deny that through Ferzen’s help, Krone and I developed a relationship. 

...However, we never went that far.

Therefore, you cannot be my child. You are without a doubt, the child of a Founder.

Shin: No way...

Then how come I don’t get infected with Endzeit?

...You’re lying to me, aren’t yーー

Yui: ...I don’t believe he is.

Even amongst humans, there’s special cases where people are naturally immune to certain diseases...

...Perhaps that is the case for you as well? 

Shin: ...You think so?

Yui: Besidesーー Even Carla-san acknowledged you as a Founder and called you his younger brother...

So who cares about your actual origins?

Shin: ...

I guess you’re right.

Ebert: ーー We are not related by blood.

...However, since you are someone who reminds me of your mother, I do think of you as if you were my actual son. 

If you are ever in need of advice, never hesitate to come to come as if I were your real father.

Shin: ...Thanks.

Ebert: If you don’t mind, you are free to live here.

Shin: I appreciate the sentiment.

But my home ーー is Banmaden. 

...Let’s go back, Yui.

The two of us will give birth to a new line of Founders. ーー For Nii-san’s sake as well.

Yui: Yeah...!

*TIMESKIP*

Monologue

Various conflict arose in the Demon World afterwards,

to the point where the situation consistently got worse with each passing day.

However, partially due to Subaru-kun’s efforts,

the Vampire Clan managed to survive.

And thenーー At last,

to finally put an end to the chaos,

which had been haunting the Demon World for years on end,

the various clans all gathered together,

and decided they would put things back in order.

Shin-kun and I were on our way,

to attend this meeting togetherーー

ー The scene shifts to the entrance hall of the Sakamaki Castle

Shin: ...Excuse me, could you stop looking so blatantly nervous?

Yui: Easier said than done...It’s my first time attending this sort of thing...

Shin: We’re here to represent the Founders, so get a grip. You’ll embarrass us, no?

Yui: Uu, I’m sorry...

Shin: Haah...Guess I have no other choice. Come on, give me your hand.

*Rustle*

Shin: This should help you feel a bit more at ease, no?

Yui: Fufu...

Shin: ...What, it doesn’t?

Yui: No, I was just thinking how kind you are.

Shin: ...

ー Subaru and Christa approach them

Subaru: You guys...

Christa: Oh dear...?

Yui: ...! Subaru-kun!

ー Yui runs up to them

Yui: Long time no see...! I’m glad you seem to be doing well.

Subaru: ...Yeah, you too.

Shin: If it isn’t the little baby of the Sakamaki family. I’ve heard you’ve been trying your best as of late.

Subaru: Che...Shut up. 

Christa: ...Subaru, the meeting will commence shortly.

Subaru: ーー Yeah, I know.

...Oi.

Shin: Hm? What?

Subaru: ーー You better make her happy.

Shin: ...I promise.

Subaru: See you.

Christa: If you’d excuse us now.

ー Subaru and Christa leave

Yui: ...? What did the two of you say to each other at the end?

Shin: Hmー ...That’s a secret? 

Yui: ...Eh?

Shin: Come on, the two of us should get going too. 

Yui: Eh? ...Ah, yeah!

*TIMESKIP*

Monologue

Reiji-san lead the meeting,

with Subaru-kun as the main focus.

All of the other Clans each got the chance,

to suggest their ideas on how to move forward...

Until finally, it was the Founder’s turn,

and Shin-kun got to speak up. 

Shin: ーー I am a Founder who is immune to Endzeit.

I believe that if a child is born from my DNA...A new line of Founders will be created. 

I want to build a new race of Founders...together with Yui.

I hope that all of you can agree on this new start for us Founders.

Yui: ( I wonder what...the others will think...? )

*Clap clap clap*

Subaru: ...

Yui: ( Ah...Subaru-kun is applauding us...? )

Reiji: ...

Yui: ( And even Reiji-san is well... )

*CLAP CLAP CLAP*

Yui: ( Everyone...! )

Shin: Yui.

Yui: ...Shin-kun. 

( Carla-san...The path to a future for the Founders just opened its doors... )

*TIMESKIP*

Shin: ーー Cheers.

Yui: Cheers!

*Cling cling*

Shin: Somehow...That really flew by, didn’t it?

Yui: Yeah...

Shin: Hey, are you sure you don’t regret not dancing? You don’t get to attend a party every day.

Yui: Yeah, it’s fine. Rather than dancing...I’d much rather talk with you right now.

Shin: What a coincidence? So do I.

Yui: ...

*Rustle*

Shin: ...

Yui: Nn...

Shin: Yui. Our future...starts now.

Yui: ...Yeah.

( Just like he said, we have a long way ahead of us... )

( I am sure that many obstacles will cross our path. )

( However, we’ll be fine, as long as we’re together. )

ー The scene shifts to the night sky

Shin: Nii-san...Watch me, okay? I promise that I’ll do a great job as your successorーー

ーー THE END ーー