#sorry it kinda fell off the rails at the end

[husbandhoshi]

jeonghan + 2am + cute🥰

[2:00]

“i don’t think this is a good idea.”

the night that blankets hwaseong is buttery and lush, moon hanging over the sleeping city like a ripe apple.

"have i ever had good ones?" jeonghan answers plainly, and he waits for your nose to scrunch up in annoyance before he smiles.

it's a habit, much like the way he matches your stride, the way it feels right to walk beside him, shoulder to shoulder.

it reminds you of when you were children, walking with pinkies linked through the wildflowers, except now he's at least two heads taller than you and a lot funnier.

"what if someone sees us together?”

jeonghan chuckles, deep and intimate, and takes his baseball cap off to plop it on top of your head, pushing the brim down to your eyes.

he has a big ass head now too, you think, but you keep that one to yourself.

"better?"

"you know that's not what i mean."

“who would say anything? we know everyone here.”

and that shuts you up because he’s right.

you wore the city like your second skin. borne into you, the laugh of the ahjumma who owned the jjampong place, the glitter of july-ripened strawberries, the titters of old folks feeding the gulls.

you never thought jeonghan would leave all that behind until the tuesday six whole years ago he said was going to seoul to become an idol.

“did you miss me?” he asks.

like crazy. like i’d never missed anything more, you want to say. instead you swallow down the lump of crazy chewed up words and think of something more normal to say.

it’s not like you hadn’t talked since he left.

have you eaten? he would text you. other times, like my last instagram post or you’re a fake fan.

only once: how big is the moon in hwaseong? are you looking at it too?

there was a time you couldn’t imagine hwaseong without your best friend. for a moment, it was like a ghost town, haunted by the boy who picked up bugs on the ground and always let you have the last bungeoppang, even if it was filled with red bean (his favorite).

but it seems he’s outgrown his shadow. he stands tall and expensive, and even the hat on your head seems like it costs more than your car.

and yet, you hear his old man groan claw its way out of his chest, and you feel as though nothing at all has changed.

“ya, are you actually ignoring me? did i fly a thousand something miles out here to get ignored?”

it’s another habit, what jeonghan does next, but you can swear the stars drop out of the sky—he wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you into his side, made strong and lean by time.

it jerks you into a moment seven summers ago, when you’re you and jeonghan is just the gangly boy next door throwing rocks at your window, and you forget for a moment how woefully plain you feel next to your best friend turned celebrity.

“sorry,” you laugh, gathering your bearings. “of course i missed you. i even got weverse or whatever.”

he rolls his eyes in a way so dramatic, you would almost delete the app off your phone if it wasn’t for that smile, a traitor to the cool front he always has.

“i missed you too.” he says it easily, simply, as if all of this was just foreplay.

“it must be a lot quieter here than in seoul, huh? and the food is—”

“no, i missed you.”

he stops in his tracks, elvish features almost offensively attractive in the fluorescent streetlight, to look at you.

to look at all of you, not just the you who bandaged his knee when he was learning to skateboard for the first time, but the you who answers his anxious late-night calls, the you who greeted him at the airport with that dizzyingly warm smile, the you who stands before him now.

and it’s you who he takes into his arms, hesitantly, then all at once, as if he’s dreamed about this for ages (he has).

he takes off the too big hat, holds the face he knows so well in his hands, and kisses you under the hwaseong moon, finally not so far away.

(“you think the paparazzi got their pictures?” he jokes between kisses, knowing full well your audience consists of a raccoon and maybe the weird guy who owns the liquor store across the street.

“we can give ‘em another one.”

he’s never one to argue with a good idea.)

[the-acid-pear]

just finished a video on no longer human. It really do be like that

[tiredistic]

"Bitten"

pairing: Regina x Janis

Ask: "Janis bites Regina randomly, what happens next?" smut?(Janis getting railed, fluff (grumpy Janis getting tickled) @cheesysoup-arlo

content warning(s): Smut, biting, little bit of fluff at the end.

summary: Janis bites Regina randomly, it leads to a evening they both wont forget.

a/n: This is the fic where I deleted the ask on COMPLETE ACCIDENT sooo sorry ;-;, I remembered most of it, but like- c'mon now.. its ok tho bc this version is way better than what I had written before. hope you enjoy (sorry for the long wait)

The air was hot and heavy, Regina and Janis clashed lips for what seems like the tenth time that evening.

They made out feverishly and passionately on top of Regina's bed, the blankets and the pillows scattered.

Their hands griped and groped their clothed bodies, touching as if it was their last day together.

The kiss was sloppy and breathtaking, their lipstick smudged all over.

They barely separated, it was like they were glued together while they tossed and tussled over the bed.

Regina tugged at Janis's pants, unbuttoning it with speed, her pants following.

"Take your shirt off." Regina breathed, her slight aggression as born from lust.

They stopped their session to strip, clothes flying to the floor.

They climbed back on the bed. Regina ran her hands through Janis's hair as they took a breather.

"So fucking hot." Janis mumbled, looking into Regina's blue eyes, her hands cupped her face, going in to kiss her jaw.

Janis left a trail of hickeys down Regina's neck, stopping to admire her beautiful collar bone, gosh it looked so delectable.

She kissed it, leaving marks and her lipstick all over. She bit down on it, her intrusive thoughts taking over before she could even register what she did.

“What the fuck!?” Regina winced, grabbing Janis’s face. She looked back at the blood beading around the bite to Janis who had a big dumb smile on her face.

They just stared at each other for a while, processing.

“Y’know you taste pretty good..” Janis licked her lips, the faint metallic taste still present in her mouth. Raising her eyebrows at Regina, she smirked.

“Oh my gosh you are a freak!” Regina laughed, letting go of Janis to look at the mark in the mirror.

“You chose this freak ya’ know.” Janis giggled, following her. 

They looked at it, it was small compared to the hickeys Janis left all over. Regina stood in the mirror tracing them.

“They’re kinda sexy..” Regina inquired, “But Janis you know my rule...”

"Oh c'mon, we're out of school and your Mom is like out of town for a week! Why does it matter, so what you got a couple of hickeys?"

"Bitch this is a whole ass bite, its like a dog got me or something."

"Right, oh well, guess you gotta fuck me like one now." Janis teased, sitting back down on the bed.

Regina climbed next to her, her hands rubbing Janis through her panties. Janis already was squirming under her touch, soft moans falling from her lips.

"What happened to your tough guy attitude, don't tell me you already lost it.."

"Oh I'm tough alright, but I just love when you fuck me like I'm not." Janis purred, her voice dripping with lust.

"Is that so? Go on all fours baby." Regina smirked, her eyes glued to Janis.

Janis listened quickly moving into a sexy pose, wiggling her ass in the air.

Regina pealed Janis's panties down, her cunt leaking for her already. she licked Janis's clit, she liked how the girl was already a blushing mess.

"holy- shit." Janis moaned, feeling Regina's tongue inside of her, it felt so good. Janis's back arched, her arousal building up.

Regina felt herself starting to get wet hearing Janis's slutty moans. Her free hand teasing herself silently.

"faster, fuck me faster!" Janis begged, her eyes shutting from the pleasure.

Janis's head fell back, her eyes fluttering closed. The room filled with the sounds of her moans and the slick, wet noises of Regina's tongue moving inside Janis.

Regina whimpered against Janis, her fingers slipping under her waistband of her panties. She rubbed herself in fast deliberate circles as she got Janis off.

Moans filled the room, sounds of their wet cunts bouncing off the walls.

While Janis was getting the best face of her life, Regina started pumping her fingers in and out of herself, fucking herself like a slut.

Regina added another finger, pumping them in and out of herself. Her body tensed, her orgasm building with each thrust.

Regina's tongue worked overtime, licking and sucking at Janis's clit, dipping in and out, making Janis feel bliss like never before.

"keep going-" Janis gasped, her body trembled as she became close, her body shaking slightly.

Janis noticed how Regina's movement got sloppy, implying how close she was herself.

"Come with me Reggie- " Janis moaned, sweat covered her forehead as high-pitched moans fell from her lips.

Regina's hips bucked into her hand. Her eyes tearing slightly, her release close.

"'m gonna come." Janis gasped, her voice edged with slight rasp.

Without further warning, Janis came. Her orgasm crashing through her body, her words drowned in her cry of pleasure. Her cunt clenched around Regina's tongue, her juices coating Regina's face.

Regina followed close behind, her orgasm crashing over her as she came, her fingers buried deep inside herself.

The two girls laid there, panting and shaking from the intense climax they shared. The room was filled with the scent of their arousal, a reminder of their passion.

"That was so good." Regina murmured her voice husky, her body humming with satisfaction.

"You did so well." Janis praised, pressing a tender kiss to Regina's lips, tasting herself on them. "I love you."

Regina's heart swelled at the words, a warmth spreading through her chest. "I love you too, Janis. So much."

After a moment of basking in their afterglow, enjoying each other's presence Janis spoke up,

"We should clean up before we get too comfortable" She laughed, propping herself up on her elbows.

"ok yeah." Regina yawned, her body already tired from their lovemaking.

They took a minute to clean up, taking a shower, getting water, and changing into comfortable clothes.

Once they were both presentable again, they climbed back onto the bed, cuddling each other close.

Regina nuzzled her head under Janis's chin, her arms thrown over Janis's waist. Janis's hands rubbed through her soft hair, matching the girls breaths.

[eegasleega-will-change-this-l8r]

George & Maria

way too late with this, so i'm really sorry to that anon who asked me about my headcanons for them ages ago... but since it's the anniversary of MOTHER 1, i figured i should finally sit down and do it! :D

So, without further ado, here's my own personal take on George and Maria, the two who started it all...

[As always, this is all my own vision for these characters, it differs a lot from other interpretations and since I'm particularly interested in them I kinda go off the rails with it. Hope it's enjoyable!]

So, things begin with Maria! She was the daughter of a fairly wealthy family, born on the later side of the 1800s in a rural part of Eagleland. She was kind, outgoing, positive to a fault, and well-liked by everyone in the town she lived in. She hosted most of the town's events and celebrations, most often at her family's estate, and no one was excluded.

Also, she was trans. This was something of an open secret, although she never talked about it, and most of the locals considered it impolite to gossip about. But since she'd been in the public eye since she was a child, it wasn't something that went unnoticed.

George was an out-of-towner, who showed up one day and quietly settled in, accompanied by a friend of his (his personal doctor, apparently. This is a weird oc that just kinda came into existence naturally, and he just kept showing up afterward... really need to give him a proper name at some point). He was a quiet person, although he got along well with the people he spoke to. He never spoke of where he'd come from, or why he'd left there. Mostly he preferred to stay indoors and write (he was something of an aspiring poet).

He never really paid much attention to the affairs of Maria's family, but one day he just happened to overhear some passing gossip while in town, and what he heard astounded him. He immediately knew that he had to meet Maria himself.

George had never attended any of Maria's parties, not being one for large social events, but he made sure to attend the next one as soon as he could. It was there that the two finally met. George was immediately captivated by her, and the more he spoke with her, the more he knew he was in love. She loved the way he spoke and looked at the world, and she wanted them to keep talking as long as they could.

The whole party passed, people left, until it was just the two of them. They were still talking and now, privately, George could finally reveal his own secret, too.

George was like Maria in a number of ways. However, he'd struggled far more with his own identity than she had. His family hadn't accepted him, had tried to force him into being someone he couldn't be, and so he left. Besides Maria, the only other person who knew about his secret was his doctor, a close friend of his who he'd always confided in. He'd had little hope he'd ever find anyone else who could understand, but he'd never even considered there might be someone else like him.

By the end of that night, they were already in love. They met more and more after that, never wanting to be without the other's company. He loved the way she sang, she loved to help him with his poems. She loved to tease him and say that he looked just like a penguin. When they went into town together, everyone wondered how this strange, quiet man from out of town had captured Maria's heart so well. Eventually, they were married, and after their daughter Rosie was born, they decided to move to a small, quiet town further away.

Just at the edge of the town of Mother's Day/Podunk, they built a small house on top of a hill (George's doctor came with them of course, as loyal as always. He moved into his own house just a short walk away, at the bottom of the hill). And so they lived there, husband and wife, their daughter growing up, and everything was happy.

When Rosie was about 8, a shadow fell over the town. Things lifted off the ground and flew across the room, animals went wild, and people vanished from their homes without a trace. When the morning came, George and Maria were gone.

Unfortunately, I think I'm gonna have to split this post. There's still plenty of George and Maria's story left to tell, and I think there's too much to get into in just one part. (also i still have some things i wanna work out for giygas...)

In any case, that's the story of how George and Maria met, right before everything goes wrong and the course of history is changed forever! I really love thinking about how many things turn out the way they do because of these two people. Without them, Giygas wouldn't have turned out the way he did, without Giygas, Porky would never have gone down that path, and without Porky...

So I've become super attached to my interpretations of these characters, and I really love giving them a larger spotlight. ^^

Hope this was fun! And happy 35th anniversary to MOTHER 1! :D

[orchid-mantis-petals]

When Home Becomes You

| I have no idea how to use this app. Please bear with me as I learn.

/ Day one of this. I forewarn I have a busy work schedule post will be vastly irregular.

/ These boys have saved my life this year. Other writers have aided in that love for them (fictional and non)

/ Genre: fluff, (for now)

/ Warnings: swearing. Changbin kinda swears a lot here. Minor injury. Anxiety. Chapter one in LONG (sorry..)

/ Summary??: Mistakes happen, all the time in fact. He knew that, his team knew that. The dancers, staff, managers, security, to heck you get it they all knew mistakes happen. So Changbin didn’t understand why this mistake, this small error had begun to eat him up since the moment it happened

/ reminder: this is a work of fiction. I love these boys but nothing I or other writers depict is true about them. Also please don’t steal my work took a lot of courage to put this out here 👀👀

Mistakes happen, all the time in fact. He knew that, his team knew that. The dancers, staff, managers, security, to heck you get it they all knew mistakes happen. So Changbin didn’t understand why this mistake, this small error had begun to eat him up since the moment it happened. The concert was great, the usual adrenaline acted as added fuel to their jet lagged bodies. Something about America, or International STAYS was different. To him it was the air, crisp, maybe a touch dryer than home. Yet so refreshing. Rehearsal had gone fantastically, best they’d had. Everyone was on fire. Hyunjin was giving his all even just for practice. So when the concert began and the roar of the crowd could be heard as the intro began he was ready. His body bristled with anticipation, the desire to do his best flowed into his core.

Changbin allowed himself one more moment to hear his beloved STAYs before he settled his in-ears into place. His focus dived, almost tunnel like as he stepped foot onto that stage. He felt alive, every nerve ending lighting with the familiar choreography. He didn’t, couldn’t think he just existed. A space where everything in him felt on yet off. So beyond anything he could ever explain. The thrill of doing something he loved so purely. Then it happened. This one small moment. As one song drifted into the next they were on fire, he’d have to admit out of this tour he loved this performance best. STAYs made him feel so raw and so alive. His opening for My Pace began, he knelt down at the forefront of the stage. Carefully he leaned close to see the crowd at the rail. He did this every concert. With a smile beaming ear to ear he wished he could hear the crowd could hear his STAY. Then in a flash that joy was gone, one single misstep. A dancer fell out of their line, and that’s all it took. The next thing Changbin knew was a blur of movements. In order to catch himself he aimed for a set speaker to his right, missing entirely as he tumbled down off the stage. The momentum of his body sent him right for the railing the crowd stood at. Screwed wasn’t really the word he was looking for at that moment. But it’s entirely what he felt. Screwed.

Hands grabbed at him in all directions as he felt the cold metal rails meet his torso. Gods he loved STAY, but they were unnerving sometimes. The seams of his stage costume began to make a horrid sound. The clambering of hands that grabbed at Changbin began to become overwhelming. Soon he was being dragged over the rail into the crowd. Panic began to creep into him. How in the hell was he going to get out of this?? Suddenly he was yanked back, his body pulled from the hands of the crowd. When he looked up he sighed with relief, a familiar body guard had yanked him free of the people by his collar. When he turned back to look at the crowd there was this woman. Small in stature. Her entire being a guard between him and the wound up crowd of STAY. Then she turned hair whipping in its low ponytail as she gestured to him to get back. He took two steps but his eyes never left hers. “Changbin!!” The call of his name drew his attention away from her. Back to the stage. Chan was there hand over the edge. He took it getting back up performing like it had never happened at all.

Just like that he was back under the hot lights of the stage rapping his heart out to his beloved fans. The same fans that so quickly tried to eat him alive. An exaggeration sure, but he couldn't describe how else the feeling was. People pulled him left right, his body entirely out of his own control. If it weren’t for the body guards he was sure he would have been swallowed up by STAY. Daring a glance back he saw her again. It was remarkable, maybe she wasn’t that small. But there wasn’t much mass to her. Not like himself or the 6ft tall body guard that had yanked him free of the crowd. Shit he’d been staring too long, way too long. She noticed her head whipped around, her dark eyes met his. Changbin felt his breath catch in his chest as she stared back at him, her head cocked to one side. The way her hair swayed reminded him slightly of a puppy discovering something new. Then she spoke, her lips drawn tight before she mouthed something. He must have made a face, because she repeated herself and he understood.

“Are you okay??” she had asked, or really mouthed. A strange bubbling filled the pit of his stomach as he gave her a sheepish smile and nodded. It was pure adrenaline that had kept him going on that stage. As they exited he was still high off it, his feet bouncing left to right he wanted, no needed more. The energy was felt between them all, each of the 8 men buzzed with the after show high. They all sobered up a little as a dancer filed into the dressing room head bowed deeply as he apologized to Changbin for his mistake.

“No sweat, just watch yourself next time. Keep your line. I’ll be more careful too,” as the dancer slipped back out Changbin shook his head pulling the hem of his stage shirt loose from his pants. Half of them were already undressed when a soft knock came at the door. It wasn’t familiar to him. Their managers usually “knocked” as they entered, waving at them to hustle up. Dancers were usually louder, for they knew the boys always had a high volume rate. So this knock was new, gentle, and almost unheard among the banter of the room. Strangely he heard it loud and clear. Shirt in hand he walked over swinging the door open to find her..Under the dark stage lights he couldn’t really see her. Too bright over his face, and the house lights always dimmed for their stage. But here, in the warm fluorescents he could see you. To his surprise he had to look down. It was ever so slight but his chin tipped further to the floor to look at you, take you in.

One of your hands was still raised to what he presumed was to knock at the door once more. It lowered at the sight of him coming to fold at your chest. Shit, were they too loud?? Had you come to ask them to shut up..Yeah that wasn’t happening. Your stance was wide, feet shoulder length apart keeping your balance even. A stance he knew well from all his weight training over the years. Your eyes met his looking up through the hair that sat over your face. That look, a look many had given him before, a look many will give him again. But when you did, when you looked at him like that, the deep chocolate color stole his breath. A shiver wracked his spine. He swore in that moment no one had ever looked at him like that, never before, and never again will they. Not like you had irises cast slightly up in your rounded eyes, brows furrowed just the tiniest bit. “Uhh,” he gathered undignified..Shit he probably needed Chan. No chance in hell did you speak Korean, and there was no way he was going to fumble his way through English to try and speak to you. That was a given. So he had to will himself to look away from you, away from your pretty face to get his leader just to speak to you. Gods he wanted to speak to you. Just as he built up the courage to turn his face away and call for Chan you spoke.

“How’re your ribs??” you asked..in Korean. Well shit. Looks like he can speak to you..that was a surprise. A quite pleasant one in fact.

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[boydepartment]

Why Couldn’t I Be- Jake Sim x Gn! Reader

a/n: hi guys i got really sad again and disappeared for 3 days. my bad ☺️

MASTERLIST

warnings- the reader is just kinda meh and here comes jake being insane ig??? also lowercase intended

wc- maybe like 500 words?? i’m writing this on my phone while my friends asleep next to me so lolz

taking a couple days off from everything and writing yourself off as “fine” to all your friends was a dumb move. because next thing you knew you were at your parents house in your childhood bedroom wondering what on earth you were even doing with your life. spending part of your summer at home was smart but it still didn’t stop the scary future thoughts from envading your brain.

you shivered at the thought of another existential crisis, you had too many of those this week and the next thing you needed was another reason to freak yourself out.

you got shaken out of your thoughts when you got a call, without even looking you answered it.

“did you finally pick up or is this your stupid joke voicemail?”

“it’s me…” you said softly. your voice tired from all the tears earlier.

“oh… i didn’t think you’d actually- well-“ jake was stumbling over his words and it confused you really badly.

“what..?” you asked, trying to rub your eyes .

“i’m outside.”

“you’re what.” frantically you stood up and looked out the window. low and behold there was jake sim waving at you from the driveway.

“you can’t be here someone is literally going to see you and then my ugly face is going to be all over dispatch!” you rushed over to the door as you watched him walk up to your house.

the next thing you knew you heard a knock, swinging open the door you pulled jake into your home.

“what are you doing here.” you demanded and shut the door behind him.

“you haven’t answered any of my calls. you usually do. so i showed up.” jake shrugged like it was the most simple thing in the world.

“you can’t just leave your abode in your little company world. i don’t want to be all over dispatch i already feel ugly enough!” you were pacing back and forth at this point. jake look confused and he stopped you.

you looked up at him and he started speaking, “what do you mean you feel ugly?”

“i- jake seriously this isn’t important…” you turned away from him and walked to your couch. you laid face down.

after a few seconds you felt a hand on your back, softly rubbing your back, “it is important. you said you were fine and you clearly aren’t.”

“it’s been a couple day-“

“it’s been a week.” jake said in a matter of fact tone. you looked up at him.

“you’re making my sad episode an ‘i told you so’ conversation..?” you asked.

jake shrugged, “okay and? you’re laughing.”

“oh! y/n i’m sorry i didn’t know you had your boyfriend over-“ your mom walked in after getting groceries.

“he’s no-“

“oh! miss l/n! sorry for the intrusion.” jake stood up and looked at your mom. quickly walking over and assisting her with whatever groceries.

your mom let him help, “it’s alright!”

“y/n just went off the radar for a bit so i got worried. as any boyfriend would.” he side eyed you before smiling to your mom.

what the hell was he on about? and why was this so amusing to him?

you shrugged and walked up to your room, if he had energy to talk to people then that’s good for him. but as for you, you were going to lay back down in your bed.

before you could get up the stairs all the way you heard someone running up the stairs, you turned around and saw jake practically sprinting up. almost instantly you started laughing and running too. you tried to turn the corner to get to your room but almost slipped and ran into the railing.

you fell to your knees, jake knelt by you laughing as well. you ended up falling over giggling and looking up at him.

“why did you lie to my mom?” you asked between giggles. he looked down at you.

“i didn’t lie. i never said we were dating. i said any boyfriend would be worried.” jake sat down fully next to you. you both sat in the loft in silence.

“do you want to talk about it?” he finally spoke up. you looked at him and sat up. he started to play with your hoodie strings.

taking a deep breath you shrugged, “i honestly don’t know what’s wrong. i’m always scared for the future so that’s normal, i’m always paranoid that’s normal, i don’t know i just feel like something’s wrong with me.”

jake tried to fix your hair as you talked, as it was sticking in all different directions, “sometimes that’ll happen… the only thing you can do is try to focus on other things. and not shut people out.” he lightly flicked your forehead. you shoved him lightly and rubbed where he flicked.

“i didn’t want you to deal with me like this.”

jake huffed, “i’m supposed to.”

“no you have a job. you’re supposed to do that and be cool and know what you want to do with your life.” you laid back down. this time he laid down next to you.

“it’s okay for you to not know…” he mumbled, “even if i know what i want to do right now, who knows what i’m gonna be doing in 10 years.”

you looked at him, he was just staring at the fan circulate on the ceiling, “you’re probably going to be like a rocket scientist or something.”

his brows furrowed and he looked at you laughing, “you overestimate me.”

“yeah, whatever rocket you build would blow up- you’re right.”

jake sat up now, “i could build a rocket!” now making the conversation a competition, “i’m supposed to be your boyfriend! you should be uplifting me!”

“yeah that’s what my mom thinks now. thanks to you.” you sat up and flicked his forehead this time. 

“why couldn’t i be?” jake mumbled, you didn’t hear him though.

maybe another day you would, but as for right now, jake was content enough with distracting you from whatever was going on in your head.

[theosconfessions]

Random Line WIP

Share a random line of text from your current WIP or a line or two of dialogue from one of your characters. Do not give any explanation or context, and see what your followers think. Then, tag a few friends to keep the randomness going.

Thank you for the tag you lovelies @igglemouse and @lynzishell

dropping a little something from the theo/scarlett convo. when i get to this point it may be a longer post. so sorry in advance but theres a lot to unpack with them haha

scarlett-'youre pretty gross,theo. ' theo-'[smirks] well thats why i had two seasons isnt it?" scarlett-"oh my god! gross. but kinda takes me back to my original point before we went ..completely off the rails here. my friends who watched this with me had a lot of questions about dustin. theo-[smirks]okay..yeah. i love talking about him. scarlett- good so when did you fall in love with dad? was it right away? because you ended it right away?" theo-"no definitely wasnt on the show. dustin and i were purely physical at first. he liked what i gave him and i liked what he gave me. i think i made him feel something for the first time since cass. his ex. and whether HE fell in love? i dont know.i dont think i was worthy of that back then and i still dont think im worthy of it now. " scarlett-"so you quit the show for someone you werent even in love with yet?" theo-"i ended it because i knew id have a marlee/lillie situation on my hands if i didnt. i was spiraling.. literally out of control. " scarlett-"so you were with other people on the show?" theo- "i think i need to be more clear… and dustin kinda told me not to and to kinda just.. be vague…'

i tagggg @duusheen, @ibarbidoll, @beachyserasims, @satureja13, and @me-myself-and-the-sims and i literally would go down my moots and tag every single one of you . i literally love all of you so much you have no freaking idea.

[ryuki-draws]

have you seen the new brave yet? if so, any thoughts or feelings?

I have! Under the cut because I kinda went off the rails, whoops, sorry! Spoilers for both episodes ahead.

I was excited after episode one, the sudden tonal change at the end was a whiplash but it looked promising. I was hoping they'd find a nice balance between the more serious mood and Bravern's character but after just finishing episode 2, I have to say I'm not very optimistic at the moment :( Don't get me wrong, I enjoy a ridiculous joke here and there but if there's a lack of substance to balance it out with, it doesn't work for me.

At the moment Bravern's character feels like the writers looked back at the Brave series and went "Look at those robots with their big speeches, giant swords and overpowered attacks! Look how ridiculous it'd be in the real world!" Honestly, I love how unapologetically whimsy and over the top the Brave series is. I saw Exkaiser's sword three times his height and fell in love. But it works because you just accept it as a part of the world. The world is whimsy. There's magic. There are aliens. Finishing move is a fiery sword chopping the opponent hotdog style with a badass pose and explosions at the end. You don't question it, you suspend your disbelief and enjoy the ride. Taking parts of it - over the top protagonist with all the dramatics - and setting it into more seriously toned show where the world is supposed to have more "realistic" feel, it'd work only if you were making a parody. Which unfortunately, Bravern currently feels like.

Not to mention except the whole "I let him ride inside me" schtick, Bravern and Isami don't have a relationship. Brave Exkaiser and Brave Police J-Decker - shows that follow the "boy and his robot" premise both have their first episodes devoted to building and setting up a friendship between their respective human and robot protagonist. They make you care about them as a team by showing you how much they care about each other. Unfortunately, we don't have this here, or at least not yet. Bravern is superficially obsessed with Isami for the laughs while Isami is traumatized for life and doesn't care who gets into the robot as long as it doesn't have to be him.

What I'm saying is that I want some teambuilding with Bravern and Isami. Let them talk. Share some personal stories. They don't even have to be friends straight up, they can be colleagues and slowly get on friendlier terms. Put them into a situation that requires them to talk and understand each other on a personal level because just getting into the robot is not enough anymore. No innuendos, no jokes, serious talk. A bit of vulnerability, perhaps. And by the end of the show, maybe, they could genuinely call each other a friend.

That all being said, this is all based on two episodes that aired so far. I won't keep my hopes up but if they surprise us and turn it around 180 once again, I'll gladly eat my words. For now, all we can do is wait.

[vannahfanfics]

Catching Crabs (And Feelings)

Word Count: 2750

Romance, Fluff, Getting Together

Summary: Ochako and Katsuki go hunting for crabs on the beach the first night of their class' summer vacation. Turns out that they've already caught something else...

“Wow!” Ochako breathed in wonder as she pushed herself onto her tiptoes and leaned over the white metal railing of the balcony, brown eyes gleaming as she gazed at the beach in the near distance. The full moon and the bright stars reflected on the indigo waves, making it seem like diamonds flickered in the depths; the frothing seafoam glowed in the soft white light, as did the dunes of pure white sand making up the slithering shoreline. The crashing of the water rang in Ochako’s ear, even several stories up on the condominium balcony. She closed her eyes and cupped her hands around her ears, savoring the gentle to and fro of the tide. 

Class 3-A had decided to pool their funds (and milk their parents’ pockets a little) to scrounge up enough money to rent a beachside condominium for a week of their summer vacation. Of course, considering their hero-in-training status, several of the U.A. teachers had to chaperone, but they were giving the students their relative privacy and were staying in the flat next door. They’d spent most of the day driving in, shopping for beach essentials, and enjoying a meal at one of the local seafood restaurants. Many of them were buzzing to hit the beach, but the night had closed in before they’d had the chance. 

Some of her classmates were debating going down to the pool as a substitute, but Ochako craved the squish of the toes in her sand and the deafening crash of the waves. She flitted back inside, leaving the glass sliding door open to allow the salt-kissed breeze to flow into the condo’s living room. She carefully picked her way across the collection of pallets and air mattresses strewn around the furniture (after all, they had to do their best to fit twenty-one students in a condo made for ten) to the collection of beach toys, inflatables, towels, and other odds and ends crammed in the entranceway. 

“Hey, does anyone wanna go hunt crabs with me?” she declared while plucking up a bucket and a shovel. She spun on her feet, beaming excitedly and holding up the plastic tools. “It’ll be fun!” 

“I dunno, Ochako, it’s kinda dark!” Tooru fretted from where she sat cross-legged on her air mattress, squirming. “I think I’ll just go to the pool… I want to show off my new swimsuit, anyway!” she gushed with a sidelong glance at Mashirao, who was leaning against the kitchen bar chatting happily with Koji and Rikido, who had all donned their swim trunks in preparation for hitting the pool.

Ochako puffed out her cheeks, annoyed that Tooru was abandoning her to flirt, and looked at the rest of the girls. 

“Mina and I are prepping everyone’s beach bags for tomorrow!” Momo reported from the couch, where she and the pink-haired girl were folding up towels and putting them in cloth bags, along with sunscreen, plastic bags for their cellphones, snack bars, and other necessities. 

“I’m going swimming too, ribbit,” Tsuyu croaked as she walked out from changing, sporting her cute frog-patterned two-piece. 

“Denki and I are going across the street to the surf store to check out the tee-shirts,” Kyoka reported, lounging on a bar stool while sucking on a popsicle. “Sorry, Ochako,” she added when the girl’s face obviously revealed how crestfallen she was.

All of her friends were otherwise busy, and the boys were all getting fired up about a pool volleyball tournament, so it seemed she wouldn’t be hunting crabs tonight. 

“Oh…” she murmured as her arms fell, the bucket swinging limply by her side. Each clack of the attached shovel against it made her heart clench sadly. “That’s okay!” she smiled, trying to cheer herself up. “We can always go another night. We’ll be here for a week, after all!” She knew that was true, but it didn’t really abate the disappointment much. 

As she was miserably setting the bucket down, someone hit her on the top of the head with a plastic shovel. 

“Oi, Cheeks,” Katsuki huffed when she looked up at him in shock. “What’s the deal, are none of us guys good enough for you? Didn’t bother to ask any of us.” 

“O-oh!” she exclaimed, heat flushing into her face as embarrassment flooded through her body. “I-I’m sorry, you all seemed so pumped up about playing volleyball, so I thought all of you were going to the pool…” she explained meekly, straightening up and rubbing the back of her neck. 

When she laughed nervously, Katsuki narrowed his eyes slightly. He then just nudged her with his bucket, pushing her towards the door. 

“Come on. Let’s go, Cheeks,” he grunted, snatching up two flashlights and dumping them in his bucket while he continued to bump her down the hallway. Ochako could only sputter in confusion as he corralled her to the elevator. She clutched her bucket to her chest, staring down at the fancy tiled floor as her cheeks burned bright red. Her mind whirled in confusion, and she glanced at Katsuki out of her peripheral vision to see him standing there with his hands in his cargo shorts pockets and the bucket resting on his wrist, watching the numbers count down to the garage floor. 

I’m so confused! I know that Katsuki would much rather be playing volleyball with all the guys, so… why is he so adamant to take me crab-hunting? she thought wildly. The pleasant ding of the elevator provided no answer.

She meekly followed him out, walking in silence across the condo’s parking garage and through the gates that led to the pool. A few young teens frolicked in the water, splashing each other and laughing as they played Marco Polo. Several college-aged students lounged in the hot tub, drinking from red plastic cups.

They marched across the concrete poolside to a set of wooden stairs that had a gate leading to the beach. Katsuki lifted the latch and allowed her to pass, then followed behind her. She felt her hair stand on edge as he loomed behind her, prompting her to scamper across the sand-strewn wooden boardwalk down into the sand. 

“Here, Cheeks,” he said, joining her in the sand and handing her a flashlight.

She flipped it on, and the circle of white light puddled over the dunes, making the particles glow beautifully. Her flip-flops squeaked with each step as she sunk down into the thick sand, occasionally crunching on dried-up seaweed and discarded driftwood. She cast the beam of the flashlight around, and the light refracted on the crashing waves in the near distance. 

As they came to the shoreline, the thick white sand gave way to water-saturated, grainy brown. Ochako could see tiny white crabs scuttling in the surf. Their little pinchers waved to and fro as they dodged the swirling white seafoam; a few of them didn’t scamper fast enough, and their wee round forms were swallowed up by the frothing water and carried back into the sea. Occasionally, they’d come trundling back, disgruntledly snapping their claws as water dripped from their carapaces. 

Ochako skipped up to the edge of the water with a delighted squeal, sending a few of the crabs skittering away. 

“Look, Katsuki! They’re so cute!” 

“You can hardly see the little bastards,” he sniffed in disdain, leaning down with squinting eyes to inspect the crabs zig-zagging around the wet sand and leaving itty-bitty tracks in their wake. “Why do you wanna catch ‘em?” 

“Because it’s fun!” she answered, detaching her shovel from her bucket. She set the bucket down away from the surf so it wouldn’t be carried away before stalking along the shoreline, creeping up on the oblivious crabs. She snuck up on one plucking at some wet green seaweed; with a shout, she dove down with the shovel and scooped it up. She grabbed it by a little leg, holding it up triumphantly to Katsuki.

“My parents are of poor means, but every year we still made a trip to the beach. After the sun went down, we would all hunt crabs together!” she explained, ignoring the way the crab squirmed in her fingers and snapped irritatedly. 

She smiled nostalgically as she walked up to her bucket and gently dropped the crab in. It circled the bottom, tapping at the plastic sides, before relaxing to sit quietly and snap its little claws. 

“None of us get to see our parents often these days… I guess being at the beach made me realize how long it’s been since I’ve seen them, so I really wanted to go.” 

There was a period of silence, during which Ochako realized what she said. She snapped her hand to her reddening cheek, looking at him in embarrassment.

“So-sorry! That was weird, wasn’t it?” 

“No,” he huffed, tilting his head as he looked away at the rolling waves. “I figured it was something like that, which is why I dragged your ass out here,” he admitted in a small voice, walking up next to her to drop her bucket in the sand. Through the beams of the flashlights, she could just barely catch his face turning pink as she gaped at him in shock. “Wh-what’s that face for, Cheeks?” he snapped, grabbing her chin and squishing her chubby cheeks. 

“Nuh-nuting!” she squeaked through his grip. “I’m jusht shuprished…” 

He released her face with a small grunt. Ochako rubbed it, the nerves still tingling from where he’d teasingly grabbed her.

“That’s really nice of you… I know you’d rather be with the guys.” 

“Bah,” he huffed and turned around, shining his flashlight around to see the crabs scrambling about. “If I’d gone, I’d’ve spent the whole night thinkin’ about how sad you looked…”

Ochako inhaled quietly, the bubbly feeling of gratitude and awe rising up in her body. He did it because he didn’t want me to be sad… 

Smiling sweetly, she skipped up beside him. 

“You’re really sweet, you know?” 

“D-don’t call me that!” he cried, jerking away from her and hiding his face with a hand. Though his fingers covered most of his face, she could still see his bright red blush peeking out through the gaps. “Let’s just hunt these stupid crabs for a while and then go back, okay?” He stiffly dove down to scoop up some unsuspecting crabs, then cursed as he tried to pick it up and it pinched his finger. “Ow! You little fucker!” he said, dropping it into the sand and sucking angrily on his cut fingertip.

Ochako laughed, retrieving the crab and holding it up by its back leg. 

“Like this,” she said. He glared at the wriggling crab, flipping it off while he continued to suck on his injured finger.

Ochako laughed and carried the crab to her bucket, where it acquainted itself with the current occupant. As she turned back, a cold breeze rolled across the beach, making her shiver. Now that she looked at it, the water was a murky black, and the crashing of the waves seemed to echo unnaturally around them. 

“What, Cheeks?” Katsuki asked, squatting down and unsuccessfully grabbing at another crab. He scowled as it jumped away from its fingers and sought safety in the frothing water.

She walked up to him, looking around with scrunched eyebrows. 

“Well, it’s just… It’s kinda spooky.” 

“Wait, you gettin’ cold feet?” he sneered as he straightened up. He put the flashlight under his chin, casting strange shadows over his face. “Oooooooooo, I’m a ghost,” he warbled while wagging the fingers of his other hand.

Ochako snickered and pushed him in the shoulder. 

“Don’t make fun of me! It’s a little creepy out here!” she complained, stomping her feet in the wet sand. She wrapped her arms around herself as the breeze blew, shuddering with cold and a little bit of apprehension. 

“Jeez. You’re such a girl,” he smiled with a roll of his eyes. She squeaked as he abruptly grabbed her hand, holding it tight. “Creepy sea ghosts or whatever, I won’t let anything happen to you. I am gonna be number one someday,” he grinned haughtily.

Ochako was too busy turning to mush to comment on his overwhelming self-confidence. 

He’s… he’s holding my hand… She certainly did feel safer. His hand was so warm and surprisingly comforting despite the hard calluses on his palms from his explosion Quirk. His skin was soft, probably from the nitroglycerin. A shy smile found its way onto her lips, making her sheepishly curl in on herself.

“Thanks…” 

“All right. Now let’s hunt some crabs,” Katsuki smirked, his red eyes glinting with clear affection. 

True to his word, he held her hand, which made it a little awkward when she stooped down to pluck up the crabs. Still, it was fun, too; she’d tugged on him playfully, making him stumble, and he’d respond by yanking her around randomly while they were trawling the wet sand for more critters. Soon the crab hunt was abandoned and they were just playing tug-of-war with each other, spinning around and kicking up sand. They stumbled into the surf, the water splashing around their calves. They stood there in the water, panting slightly with their cheeks shining in exertion, staring into each other’s eyes as the moon bathed them in its beautiful white glow. 

“Thanks for coming out with me tonight, Katsuki. It means a lot,” she said after a minute. “You’re a good friend.” 

He narrowed his eyes slightly, making her wonder if perhaps she’d said something odd. Then, he inhaled sharply, fear flashing in his eyes like he was about to tumble into the depths. 

“Do you really think I came out here with you because I wanna be a good friend?” His voice was soft and deadly serious, a combination that made goosebumps sweep over her arms and legs. She stared at him in confusion, heart thumping in her chest, as he stepped a little closer to her. “You know how I said I would think about how sad you looked all night?” He was still holding her hand, so he brought it up to his face; he held it between them for a moment, internally debating, before gently turning her hand so he could press a kiss to the smooth skin of her palm. “I can’t stand the sad look on your face, Ochako, because I’m stupidly in love with you. Dufus,” he spoke gently against her skin. 

She pressed her lips into a thin line as a thousand feelings welled up in her at once. Her mouth continually opened and closed as her face tried to process the rapid succession of emotions she was trying to process, and what the hell she was supposed to say to that. 

“I can’t believe you just confessed to me and insulted me in the same sentence,” she managed finally, her tone flat.

Katsuki just snorted, his mouth still pressed to her hand. 

“Is it really that much of a surprise?” 

“No,” she laughed, his calm demeanor and snark allowing her to finally recover from the shock. She smiled warmly, eyes gleaming as he continued to peer at her over the tops of their linked hands. His red eyes glinted like rubies, making her marvel for the first time how beautiful they really were. “I have to admit, it’s surprisingly effective, too,” she said cheekily, biting down on the tip of her tongue as she raised her eyebrows suggestively at him. 

“Oh? Look at you, trying to flirt,” he chuckled, finally pulling his lips away from her hand to smirk at her. “Cute.” He used his free hand to swipe a finger down the bridge of her nose, smirk widening. “As much as I would like to stare at your round chubby cheeks all night, it’s cold as hell out here.” Now that he mentioned it, the temperature had dropped considerably as the sea breeze began to roll in. “Whadaya say we set the crabs free and get goin’, huh?” 

They tossed their collection of crabs into the waves, where they sunk to the sandy bottom and went about their crabby business. Hand-in-hand, they walked slowly back up towards the condominium, Katsuki swinging their arms in between them. Ochako had already been excited about their summer beach getaway, but now she was very curious as to what the rest of the week would hold. She knew one thing for sure—her new boyfriend was going to make sure that she would be as happy as she could be! 

[applesap-fics]

FABril day 4 - Chores, part four

1, 2, 3, 4

T, 1859 words, Bruno/Agustín, Bruno & Mirabel.

Mirabel starts living with Bruno for a little while. She’s curious about why he left. Then she finds out a little more.

--

After Bruno sends his second letter that week, he feels like a tower crumbling.

The evening he tells Mirabel about the letters, he rummages through the messy archive in his drawer, exposing himself to lines he has never consciously written but which, reading them now, slice his heart like paper cuts. They’re really embarrassing. He can’t believe Mirabel read some of these. Little thoughts that go nowhere. Jokes that don’t make sense without context. And, in most cases, they are conversations Bruno would never have with the real Agustín. All of his fantasies, everything he couldn’t say in over ten years laid bare on white paper, and all Bruno can do is bleed over them.

The apartment fills up with unwanted thoughts of Agustín. He finds it becomes hard to listen to boleros because a lot of them are exactly Tino’s style. Doing chores with Mirabel reminds him of the time the guys and him used to keep Casita in tip-top shape together. When Mirabel practices playing the accordion — which she’s learned to play from her dad — she uses sheet music that he wrote down. Sitting chairs feel empty without having Agustín opposite him.

He keeps these feelings at bay by writing, hoping Tino will write back and it’ll be like before, and Bruno has an excuse to send more letters.

When he doesn’t write, he daydreams.

“So,” Mirabel says as she steps outside onto the balcony with him. “Papá was the prince.”

Bruno once planted ivy on the balcony, and it’d taken over the entire railing before Mirabel cut it into better shape. Now it hangs modestly and exposes the iron curvature of the art deco design. Bruno is leaning over the railing to smoke, arms lost in green. It’s not a habit he actively pursues, but sometimes his anxiety asks for it. And with Mirabel in the house throwing his life upside down, he requires little pockets of quiet.

“Oh, yeah. There’s no one like him.” He catches himself — that sounds too dreamy. He adds a sheepish, “Sorry, TMI.”

“No, that’s fine. I asked.”

Bruno puts his hand over his mouth to hold the cigarette in place, making him feel like the cool uncle. He turns to face Mirabel, his eyes perpetually tired. He lives on the fifth story, a little higher than the funny tower that was his bedroom in Casita. There he did the exact same thing: letting smoke drift out of his mouth as he contemplated heights and dramatics.

“You know,” he says, letting out a puff of smoke. “I fell alllll the way down once.” He gestures down where cars make noise and men with hats and ladies in coats dot the street. He’s always loved the view from above, distant and observing. “But your dad was there to catch me on his white mustang. I wouldn’t be alive without him.”

Mirabel shakes her head, smiling at his story. He chortles, and adds, “I wonder if he still has that thing…”

“Tío…” Mirabel says quietly. “Is it going to be difficult for you? With Papá there, I mean.”

He waves that off easily. “Nah. We all lived together, remember? I got used to it. It was kinda fun, actually. Hanging around all the time. Besides, it’s not all romance. It can’t be all romance. He’s my friend first. What you’re thinking about, those are just thoughts I have sometimes. Can’t help it! It’s nothing we need to break our brains over, because I’ve already accepted it.”

“If you say so…” She doesn’t look convinced.

“Hey.” He bumps her shoulder. “My life’s not so tragic. You know I like the telenovelas where not everyone ends up getting what they want. It makes us appreciate what we do have. Eeehhh, maybe I’ll pine a little…heh-heh. But it’ll be fine.” He shrugs.

Mirabel slides her hand under his arm and presses her shoulder against him. The touch grounds him, pulls him down from where he stands, high up and away.

--

Hey Nito,

It’s so nice to talk to you again. Just you and me like we used to, right?

I’ll say what’s been on my mind for a while: I was surprised to hear from Mirabel that you use a cane. Though, she made it sound like you use it as a prop to tell funny anecdotes with, which is very like you. I’m glad you’re still the same old Bruno out there. You never change, do you? I wish you had told us about your bad back. Or at least Julieta. Were you hosp I’m glad you’re doing okay. You’re never a burden. Like you always said to me: Tell me everything!

From what I hear from our Antonio, Camilo has been telling scary stories about you. I’m so sorry for that. I didn’t think he remembered you well enough to give an accurate description of you, but I guess that is still true since he’s let his little brother turn you into a magician. (speaking of, do you still have that robe?) Alma keeps your photograph in her room. I assumed Toñito must’ve drawn you from that, though Pepa’s pictures in her closet are just as likely. Whichever his little hands reach better, haha. I’ll pass your compliment on to both of them. I’m sure Camilo will appreciate hearing from you just as much. (He can’t stop asking questions about your job. I’ve compiled you a list.)

Don’t worry about my visit. I’ll be out of your hair very quickly if you want, although I’d really like to catch up with you. Since the city is Mirabel’s dance court now, it’d be nice to get a tour. I’m curious about what she’s been up to. And you too, for that matter.

So: tell me everything!

Love, your friend, Agustín

--

Responses, one after the other, flit through post offices.

--

It’s about two weeks later when Julieta rings Mirabel up for their bi-weekly calls, which is why Bruno doesn’t expect his niece to wave him over at the end of the conversation and hand him the phone.

He curls the handle against his ear. “Hi, Juli?”

“Bruno, hi. How are you doing?”

“Good,” he says warily, but happy to hear her voice. “I’m doing good.”

“That’s good,” Julieta echoes. Then she hesitates for a moment. “So… Agustín has been getting letters from you again.”

Bruno’s heart begins to drum steadily in his chest.

It’s not like their correspondence is a secret. Agustín’s secrets aren’t easily kept from his wife anyway, and they would not have planned for his visit had the family not known. But Julieta’s voice is tinged with suspicion, making Bruno feel light in his head and his chest constrict like he’s been caught doing something bad.

He stays dead silent on the line.

“They’re very sweet,” Julieta continues. “They remind me a little of the letters you used to send him.”

Before she noticed just how much Agustín meant to him too. Before he’d quietly let go of his feelings in favor of Julieta’s happiness, which is never much of a sacrifice.

“You know,” she says softly when he doesn’t answer. “I never disliked or resented you for liking him too.”

“But it’s not right,” he knows. He’s supposed to have let go.

“It’s not right to indulge. But you’re not…” You’re not acting on your feelings. At least, not in the way I notice. “You can’t help it.”

“No.” His finger plays with the coil of the phone cord. “I’ll stop, if you want.”

“Ay, I shouldn’t have brought it up. What I mean is, I think Agustín appreciates them.”

That makes it worse. Does she not see how that makes it worse?

He presses his forehead against his palm and unintentionally sighs too loud into the receiver. It’s an upsetting enough sound that she changes the subject. “Mirabel is doing great, I hear?”

“Oh, yeah. She’s fantastic.”

“That’s good to hear. I’m glad she’s having fun with you. I love you, Bruno. I think you’re doing a great job. I should’ve trusted you from the start.”

“Hey, thanks. But don’t get it twisted, okay? You were the one begging me, heh-heh.”

“I guess that’s true,” she says with an audible smile. “But I could’ve tried harder to convince you how great of an uncle you are. Thank god we have Tino–” She thinks better of it. “Ah. I should go.”

“Okay. Alright.”

“Take care, Bruno. Talk to you soon.”

“Juli–” he intercepts before she can hang up. “Could you… Could you not read the letters? They’re for Tino only.”

“Oh, I don’t read them. I only ask about them.”

“Yeah, could you– could you not ask him about them either?”

It’s quiet on the other line for a long time. Bruno thinks he’s confused or offended her. Then he hears a muffled sound. A scratch, like breathing in through a full nose, distorted by digital noise, and he realizes she’s crying.

There’s a high pitched, “Oh.”

Bruno’s heart constricts around the sound of her.

“Juli?” he tries. “Juli, why are you sad?”

There’s another sob.

Bruno has always found it difficult to be sad if he has nobody to share his hurt with. Their mother is like that, though often shows it through anger and discipline rather than sadness. Pepa is like a storm in every emotion, evidently hurt. But Julieta, who rarely cries out in the open, turns small.

“Because I miss you,” she manages to say.

“I miss you too,” he answers quickly. “I’m sorry. I’ll send you letters too, okay? Mirabel said: start small if you feel overwhelmed. So I didn’t think to– I’m sorry for only–”

She laughs wetly. “Nito, it’s okay.”

“I have enough letters,” he promises. “Mountains of them. I have enough to tell. Hell, I’ll even write Mamá.”

“Oh, she’ll do it first.”

Bruno’s ears perk up. “What?”

“Mirabel sent her a letter. You should’ve seen her — I think she broke something in Mamá. Expect something in the post at the end of the week. She’s still workshopping it.” Another sniffle, a wipe of her nose as she composes herself.

“What?” he says again, anxiously. He knows Mirabel followed in his footsteps and started writing home. (“This is so retro,” she’d said.) But he’s unable to believe anything can affect their mother in so much that she’ll write, call, or in any way be the first to initiate a conversation with Bruno. Not after the fight they’d had ten years ago. Although… No. Knowing Mirabel like he does now, of course she’s made that happen. Of course she’s going to make him talk to his mother.

He shakes his head in disbelief, although he can’t make ten years of shame and cowardice slide off of him that easily. “Okay. Okay, yeah. Then I’ll write one too. And send you guys even more.”

They make heartfelt promises and hang up with thick and pathetic goodbyes.

When he turns around, Mirabel watches him curiously, tears shooting in her eyes as she’s no doubt been eavesdropping on him. He glares at her and mumbles without ire, “Oh, you know what you did.”

[kutyozh]

[ID: a reddit post by u/lilStupidWhore in r/offmychest reading:

I'm in love with my gym bro

I (Male 22) fell in love with my gym bro (Male 24). Problem being, I thought I was straight.

This all started a few months ago, I noticed this guy at my gym and I knew something was immediately off. I was like nervous to look at him, but I decided to get rid of that nervousness and just talk to him. He was actually really nice and funny and we quickly became buddies. Then about two weeks later my girlfriend broke up with me. I told him that and we had a heart to heart where he casually came out as gay. But that initial offness that I felt when I first saw him didn't go away, and I quickly started to piece together that it was the same feeling I get when I look at a really pretty girl.

And over the months it's been increasingly hard to be near him because he's just so...gorgeous I guess. Whenever I go to sleep, I just imagine him there snuggled up to me. I just wanna text him all the time... and I just wanna kiss him so bad. I guess this is me coming out as bi...I met a beautiful guy at the gym and we became best friends, I love his personality, he makes me laugh nonstop, and ngl he's mad thick. I wanna ask him out so bad

Update: at the gym rn, we're gonna do our sets and when we leave ima walk him to his car and tell him. Thanks for the courage everyone!

update 2: I'm fucking crying in my car rn holy shit. He said yes. So I walked him to his car and I told him. And bruh...the way I couldn't speak lmao I was so nervous. But basically, he said he kinda thought I was into him cause "I can only catch you respectfully staring at my butt so many times before it's a little sus". But I told him that I'm bi...and we're going on a date Friday. But like bruh...he looked so flustered and cute when I told him...he had the prettiest smile lmao. And for the people saying stuff about my vocab and texting...I'm a history major, not smart...my vocab consists of "I guess", "like", "idk", "bruh", and "fucking". But anyways...I guess we're a little more than just gym bros now...I seriously couldn't have done this if this didn't get so much random ass support lmao. Anyways...I'm fucking shaking...I actually did it... bruh I love him so much...so so so fucking much. Thank you for the support! /end ID]

[ID: a tweet by Gym Bro @lilStupidWhore reading: I have been getting railed 8:50 bruh (safely, ofc). Sorry ladies, but I'm never touching a woman again lmao /end ID]

[ID: the "good for her" meme, reading "good for him/them" /end ID]

[ID: a tweet by Gym Bro @lilStupidWhore reading: Haven't updated y'all in a while, but just know, things are still going well. We moved in together. /end ID]

crying rn 🥹

[legacyofacat]

[16] Nimbus Try I: Arpeggio of Hurt Steel

Zeitwächter didn't think she would be that bored – well, maybe "bored" wasn't the right word, but she certainly didn't know what to do with herself.

Repairing Maya wasn't a conscious-effort process once everything was initialized, instead it was a background process Zeitwächter could just let run without paying too much attention, so that wasn't good for wasting time.

The second idea had been to draw or read something, but the inspiration gods weren't on her side at all.

Then she was all like "well, if I can't write, how about I read?" but that didn't work either since that felt like a waste of time without doing something at the same time – reading and doing something else was kinda hard, though.

Idea number four consisted of watching something, but that somehow ended up like the idea above.

Gaming followed afterwards, but see above.

Nothing else caught her interest long enough or at all and so she was now sitting on her railing, head in her hands, eyes on the sea, Nagara occasionally entering and leaving her vision.

She sighed. The unrest was getting on her nerves.

Zeitwächter fell backwards so that her back was lying on her deck, legs still on the railing.

"I could rebuild her body…"

After the words had been spoken, she indeed started the process of rebuilding the heavy cruiser's body with the nanomaterial given to her by the repair ships, since she didn't want to use her own.

They would kill her anyway, but this way the Union Core of Maya at least wasn't in a hull of Zeitwächter's corrupted nanomaterial, so maybe it wouldn't be that painful.

"Why are they like that anyway?", Zeitwächter sat back up, legs finally down as well, "I'm a Shifter, I produce my own nanomaterial – just because I'm like this doesn't mean my nanomaterial is like that as well", she pouted.

The nanomaterial she produced was, in fact, superb! As long as she didn't integrate it into her own body where her good ol' processor could screw it up…

Well, anyway, building the body didn't take long either so she had nothing to do again.

Churchgrim was also still busy bitchfighting the seagulls so she couldn't even do something with him!

Zeitwächter ended up standing again.

"...I wanna kill someone", ideally her restlessness or some humans.

She wouldn't. It wasn't worth the energy. But you know.

No idea where to put her anything, she literally just started listlessly moving around: "You bitches better be having a great time." --

Oh, they were!

If you liked war, that is.

Kongō had spearheaded her way through what felt like most of the Nagara population, leaving a path of destruction and death.

What Kongō didn't need to sink to reach her goal was sunk by the Fleet of Masks when they split to encircle the Fleet of Fog and pick them apart from the outside.

From there on, Vanisher had taken Brokencore and two destroyers further inside, mostly using aforementioned freed path to move forwards faster and join the action a bit more face-to-face.

"401", Vanisher suddenly starting a conversation out of free will and no trace of nervousness didn't just surprise Brokencore, but also the submarine herself, "I'm honoured to finally meet my new friends. Are you going to take on Musashi by yourself?"

Iona had just risen from her seat, had started to tell Gunzō and their friends that only they could finish off Musashi and end this terrible war before it really began, when the silver battleship's voice reached them in a voice-only call.

It was a voice Iona had never heard before, the sender's signal not clearly pinpointable and their identification listed as "Echochaser", but who else could it be in this context?

"Are you… Vanisher?"

"I am. I'm sorry for being a bit late, but I hope this is fine. Also I… listened in on your conversation – is there any way we can help?"

The small Mental Model thought about it for a moment.

In the memories she had been shown by Musashi, she had learned that, when the Yamato class had made Mental Models to converse with Shōzō Chihaya, they had not only been more or less adopted by him, but also inspired.

Humans were creatures that created things that hadn't existed before – that was a vast difference to the Fleet of Fog which could only mimic already existing objects. Of course, they had their advanced technology which humanity didn't possess, but that was it.

Wasn't it logical that they also wanted to create?

Thus, Yamato and Musashi had constructed the Fleet of Masks – their children, so to say – who had left home after the murder of Yamato (it was a murder, she realized).

Would she… listen to her child? 

"Would Musashi listen to you?"

"No. Musashi listens to no one but herself and Shōzō."

And since Shōzō was dead…

"But… 401, that Kongō… don't break her heart too much", Iona looked up at the screen again – when had she even looked down? – and felt a guilty twitch in her gut, "go. We'll take care of the child until you're back."

The child must have been Musashi.

Iona felt like she should probably say more, after all, they had just met for the first time since having gained consciousness, but all that left her mouth was: "Thank you."

Vanisher cut the call.

When Iona continued her words from earlier, she noticed that Gunzō looked deep in thought. --

The black super battleship was less than amused to see her "children" mingle and wreak havoc across her forces.

She cursed herself mentally for having agreed to Yamato when she had the idea of building their own ships, but it would make sinking her again way more pleasurable.

Nonetheless, while Hiei was occupied by that traitorous sister of hers and the Student Council by the little pupper's fleet, the Fleet of Masks was quite effectively taking out her lighter forces and stalling Musashi herself.

"Vanisher", there was no answer but also no error message that the call didn't connect, "I know that you can hear me."

Still no answer and then a heavy sigh: "What do you want, brat?"

Since Musashi was neither a stranger nor someone they couldn't afford to offend, Vanisher carried no qualms about cussing and talking honestly.

"You are still defying the Admiralty Code?"

"You are still enforcing a slave code?"

Musashi barely resisted the urge to grimace: "Disobedience will be punished in accordance with the Admiralty Code."

On her ship, Vanisher crossed her arms, SW2 beside her, the two sharing a look underneath their masks: "Is that your favourite sentence? Kill Yamato because she's disobedient, kill Iona because she's that puppet, denounce Kongō because she's "broken" – after a certain amount of "errors", isn't the logical solution to change something at the base of the problem?

Besides, what commands your actions?"

"My own will", would have been the correct answer. Vanisher was sure that the other knew it somewhere deep down, in the same depth where her twisted processor had buried the traumatic knowledge of Shōzō Chihaya's death, but she was curious to hear what Musashi would come up with since she couldn't say that.

However, much to the silver battleship's disappointment, there came no answer.

Instead, she started attacking, patience having finally run out.

"Very well", Vanisher muttered as she watched her Klein Field deflect the lasers.

Brokencore sped past her and positioned in front, guns blazing as she roared wordlessly at Musashi as if that would win her the war.

I wasn't even hurt…, Vanisher sweatdropped.

Well, if Brokencore decided on blocking Vanisher's own armament with that idiotic body of hers, then the flagship could at least look around in relative peace.

It seemed like everything was going well and according to plan which was, quite frankly, pretty nice!

Apropos, she thought when a misled shot passed by the hole she was staring into the air, maybe I should recall Brokencore before something not nice happens.

Her name wasn't Brokencore for no reason, after all.

"Broken, get back, your processing power is outclassed!"

Immediately, the battleship made turn and came back, not questioning the order given to her by her "queen" at all even as Musashi herself changed directions and sped away, no doubt to assault I-401.

"We are not stopping her?", asked Parasite, the ship having punched her sector into submission enough that she could make her way to Vanisher's side.

"No."

"Can I ask why?"

"There are too many people here. The moment Musashi activates her Super Graviton Cannons or Mirror Ring System it will not only be the enemy suffering casualties."

Vanisher's own processing power and insane Klein Field generators would most likely be able to withstand the one or other attack of a fully enraged super battleship, but by everything holy and unholy would she not be risking that.

The three watched their enemy disappear, before SW2 pointed something out to Vanisher: "Ah, right. Well, I heard that there are still a few Nagara and such around?"

Parasite gave a tired wail: "The more I sink the more you'll force me to retrieve later…", she was already turning to take them on, though.

"You could hack them!", Vanisher called over the sound of engines kicking into high drive and crashing waves

"Even more annoying!", she called back, already cutting through a mass produced Nagara's back.

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[self-shipping-selfcare]

Dancing in the Rain | Medic x Amber

《I’m so sorry if my German or Medic’s accent isn’t accurate-》

✎Self Indulgent

✎Fluffy

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Rain is a beautiful thing. The sound is so comforting, the sight is absolutely gorgeous, and the smell is nice. Amber finds it calming to just stand outside and watch the rain fall, maybe they might run out and play in the rain.

Amber stands outside the base, leaning against a railing as they watch the rain fall, thinking deeply to themselves. They tend to daydream scenes for their books, but right now their mind always wanders back to the same person.

Ludwig, or Medic as their team calls him.

Ever since Amber joined the team, Ludwig quickly got attached to them and the two of them have gotten rather close and, of course, Amber fell in love with him. How could they not? They love his personality and they can't help but find him very attractive, not to mention he-

"Amber?" Ludwig asks as he closes the door behind him, making them snap out of their thoughts.

"Hm?" Amber looks towards his direction.

"Are you alright?" Ludwig approaches them and leans against the railing next to them.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just admiring the rain." Amber smiles as they turn to look at the rain again.

Ludwig glances at the rain before looking back at Amber. 'Zey're so pretty...so handsome...' He thinks to himself. "Did it rain often vhere you lived?"

Amber stiffs out a chuckle, looking over at him with a smile. "Absolutely not. I think it rains more here than it does at home, and you know it doesn't rain often." He giggles softly in response.

A sudden boom of thunder echoes across the base, which causes Amber and Ludwig to look towards the rain again.

"Oh-ho, hell yeah..." Amber chuckles with a grin, which causes Ludwig to giggle again. "Oh, should I go dance in the rain before the thunder gets here?" They sigh longingly.

"I zhink you should!" Ludwig replies with a grin.

"Eh, but it would be kinda awkward without music." Amber shrugs.

"...I'll be right back." Ludwig quickly enters the base and returns after a moment with a radio. "Vill zis suffice?" He turns on the radio and a beautiful song plays, perfect for dancing in the rain.

"...Yes. Yes, that's perfect!" Amber smiles brightly at him. The second Ludwig sets the radio down on the railing, Amber takes his hand and pulls him into the rain. The two of them dance together in sync with the song for a few blissful moments, forgetting about everything else other than each other.

The dance ends with Amber lifted up off the ground and Ludwig's arms wrapped around their waist, their faces inches away from each other.

"Ich liebe dich..." Ludwig mutters softly with a sigh, a love-struck smile on his lips.

Amber blushes a bright red and grins. "...Ich liebe dich auch." They barely manage not to stutter.

Ludwig gasps and grins brightly. "You do!? Really!?"

Amber giggles softly. "Y-Yes, of course I do!"

Ludwig lets out a sigh before speaking, trying to calm his racing heart. "Can I kiss you??"

Amber giggles and nods before leaning in, kissing him softly on the lips. Ludwig immediately melts into the kiss and kisses them back, smiling widely. They both giggle softly as they pull away, staring lovingly into each other's eyes for a few long moments.

"You've been learning your German..." Ludwig smiles brightly. "I'm so proud."

"Danke!" Amber smiles brightly.

Ludwig gently sets them down and rests his hands on their waist, pausing before leaning in and kissing them again. Amber almost immediately kisses him back, melting into the affection. "Ich liebe dich, meine schatz..."

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*Ich liebe dich... (I love you...)

*...Ich liebe dich auch. (...I love you too.)

*Danke! (Thank you!)

*Ich liebe dich, meine schatz... (I love you, my sweetheart...)

[mianmimi]

Random Earth 838 omegaverse headcanon: Omega Mordo wears more layers than necessary and when Alpha Stephen tells him he doesn’t need to do that he goes “baring my bondmark/scent gland like some sort of floozy??” He’s traditional like that lol, calls Stephen “my alpha” as a petname and enjoys the role of a traditional omega. Even though they’re both aware that Mordo’s more than capable on his own, Stephen loves to be the typical chivalrous protective alpha for his omega ❤️

Hello dear Nonny! I know this ask has been here forever and a day. I was writing a little drabble for it 🙈 I’m sorry for the delay. Also sorry for how the drabble kinda goes off the rails a bit at the end 😆 Enjoy ♥️ And I’m also sorry cause it’s not the best of my attempts, got a lot on my mind recently 😞 But I’m trying.

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“Don’t you think that’s a bit excessive?”

Stephen watched from the bed, his gaze filled with soft amusement as Karl readied himself before a grand mirror.

“Not at all,” Karl said. He adjusted his regalia, soothing the faint creases on his thick emerald collar. He looked at the reflection, first of himself, then of his lover. Stephen was casually laying on their bed, peppered hair a mess, with a smile melting through his face with such genuine sweetness it made Karl’s belly flutter.

“No one here minds,” Stephen’s deep voice drew out his sleepy words. “It’s New York. Omegas expose their bondmarks as much as their faces. You know some cultures even encourage it.”

“And that's wonderful,” Karl said. “But it isn’t part of my culture.”

The omega turned to face his alpha, hands threading through his locks to secure the jewlery that fell off that past night.

“I won’t have anyone else knowing my scent,” Mordo approached Stephen, his steps solid and graceful. He cupped Stephen’s cheek gently, the soft palm warming at the smile that met it.

“Oh? Supreme privileges?” Stephen teased. “Is that written in the bylaws somewhere?”

Karl’s face eased. Years ago his family would have readily arranged that for him, matching him with nothing less than a master or a supreme. Romance was a happy surprise if you found it in a marriage, but it certainly wasn’t needed. It was enough for an alpha to protect and provide. And gods if you were truly fortunate, your alpha might even respect you. All those things and more he believed, accepted, and expected.

Until he met the mess of a man known as Stephen Strange, a man who opened his eyes to the possibility of love beyond a marriage contract or a bond.

“Supremes can change,” Karl said. “You could lose your title, your rank, and all those privileges you adore. But you act like it’s guaranteed to you forever. All it takes is one poor choice and you can lose it.”

“Not happening,” Stephen said. “Not to me.”

“Why? Afraid someone will take what’s yours?” Karl asked.

“The things that matter, yes.” Stephen said. He lifted Karl’s palm and kissed it gently. The omega allowed it before slipping away from him. And just as he predicted, Stephen leaned in to keep their contact.

“You don’t look so sleepy anymore,” Karl said, stepping away from the bed. “Hurry up and get ready. It isn’t proper for the Sorcerer Supreme to be late.”

His doe eyes brightened, satisfied when Stephen at last swung his legs on the side of the bed and stood with a stretch. By the time he stepped out he would look as he should, nothing less than the regal Supreme. But for now he was simply an alpha shaking off his sleep.

“Let them wait,” Stephen said, throwing his hand up lightly. “They can wait. I said so. Supreme privileges.”

“Well someone has to tell them you decided to sleep in. Might as well be me, as your omega and representative,” Karl said.

“I really wish you would stop that,” Stephen sighed. “You’re not my assistant. I know it’s tradition but you don’t have to speak for me.”

“I insist. Now can you check my collar? Is it high up enough?” Karl asked, turning so Stephen could see his nape.

The omega’s lips fell open when he felt Stephen’s finger gently brushing the bond mark. How the alpha got behind him that quickly amazed Karl for a moment. Stephen hovered gently over him, the warm breath descending into a gentle kiss on the scarred skin.

Karl gave a soft moan of approval as Stephen kissed the mark, scenting him for good measure. Then the fabric of the collar came over the mark, sealing it away, and Karl’s heart was at ease knowing the only eyes to see it would be his alpha’s.

“Much better,” Stephen said as Mordo turned around once more to face him. “Are you sure we can’t stay a little longer? There are other places beneath your robes that I would very much like to kiss.”

“My Stephen,” Karl teased. “Ever generous with your affections if it keeps everyone else waiting,”

The alpha lifted his hand to cup the back of Karl’s neck, intending to kiss his omega properly, but as he did Karl’s smile faded.

“Stephen…what’s this?”

“What?”

“Your hand.”

Stephen quickly stepped away, narrowly avoiding Karl’s own attempt to grab his hand to inspect it. He silently casted a spell over the darkness spreading down his fingers, a stronger glamor than the ones he used before.

“Undo the glamor,” Karl demanded, his tone completely different from before. “I want to see.”

“It’s just the spell to stabilize my hands,” Stephen said. “I just forgot to complete the series of maintenance spells for my injuries. I haven’t been sleeping well for days-”

“You think I haven’t noticed that?” Karl asked. There was tightness within the calm of his voice, “Do you also think I don’t notice when you hide away from me and our children to attend meetings that don’t happen?”

Stephen sighed and shook out his hands, lifting them so Karl could see. The omega held them, carefully inspecting the glamor. The alpha felt his chest crunching with unease, counting the layers of spells Karl was peeling through before he finally pulled away.

Any deeper and he would have been found out.

“Whatever it is you suspect, it’s not true,” Stephen said. He looked at his hands. They were scared and pale, but free from marks of forbidden magic. “It’s nothing worth worrying about. Believe me. A little rest will solve it. I just need to remember those spells to hide my injuries from before. I can handle this.”

“That’s what you always say,” Karl said. “Right before I’m proven right.”

“Karl-“

“I want to be wrong Stephen. About my suspicions, and what my intuition is telling me.”

Even in his anger Karl remained composed, measuring the force of his voice carefully. It was more terrifying to Stephen than outright blind rage.

“And what exactly does your intuition tell you?” Stephen asked.

“That you’re keeping secrets from me,” Karl said. His voice was soft yet broken.

“I trust you with my life,” Stephen’s words were like a plea.

“But not your secrets.”

Stephen shook his head at those words. He pulled his omega close, scenting him gently, trying to dispel the storm gathering between them.

“It’s nothing for you to worry about it.”

“Then why the glamor? Why the sudden meetings with no one? What can’t you share with me that you readily share with your colleagues? Or is it all part of your Sorcerer Supreme privileges?”

Karl’s body was tense, shifting away from Stephen’s touch. Stephen kept his arms around his omega, for the first time scared of letting him go.

“I want to know how to help you,” Karl said. “Why won’t you let me help you?”

“Because you’re my mate. You have so much already to think of and attend to. I don’t want to add another burden-”

“Supporting you was never a burden Stephen,” Karl said. “Because I love you. And I have never given you any chance to doubt that. But how am I good enough to be your mate but not good enough to be your confidant?”

“Karl,” Stephen sighed and looked at him with eyes that begged. “I just need you to trust me. Please.”

Karl stared at him, his warm brown eyes melting at the sight of his alpha pleading. He put aside himself, as he endlessly did, and embraced his Supreme.

“My trust, just like everything else of mine, is yours,” Karl said. “And I just hope that one day you can look me in the eyes and say the same.”

[realcube]

moan in their ear prank

characters ♡ tsukishima, tendō, iwaizumi, kenma & suna

content warning ♡ cursing, kinda crack in iwa’s, suggested punishment, sexual references, fem!reader & nsfw themes - minors dni

kei tsukishima

♡ you meant for it to be a harmless prank but everything you do to him while he is trying to study ends up as harmful towards yourself-

♡ you just had to sneak behind his desk and chair to grab your backpack which was lying on the other side so in the process, you casually leaned in to his ear and produced the most hushed, pornographic moan that you could

♡ his eyes widened as he turned to look at you with an expression which was filled with a mix of disgust, shock and horny. which resembled the look he pulled when you asked him what a Iguanodon is 

♡ it took a moment for him to lubricate his dry throat and process what you just did, but once he thought of a suitable response, he blurted out, ‘what the fuck was that?’

♡ a sly smirk graced your features, you didn’t even spare him a glance as you dipped down to grab your backpack and pull it over your shoulders, ‘nothing.’

♡ once you finally laid eyes on him, you couldn’t help but snort at his stunned look which you rarely got to see as most of the time, it’s extremely hard to catch him off-guard, ‘anyway, i should probably get going. see ya lat--’

♡ though, you couldn’t even turn around before tsukishima grabbed your wrist be glad he was sitting down or else it would’ve been your throat- , ‘you’re not going anywhere.’ then he proceeded to pull you onto his lap

♡ you giggled at how uncharacteristically bold he was being before placing a kiss on his cheek, ‘that was hot, i’ll admit. but i really need to get going - i’m in a bit of a rush.’

♡ his seductive smirk fell into a frown and he was quick to drop his bedroom persona, ‘fine, then. go be a whore somewhere else.’ he said, abruptly pushing you off his lap and focussing his attention back on his work

♡ you gasp, luckily finding your balance after he pushed you then making your way to the door, lingering there for a moment just so you could peer over your shoulder and hum, ‘alright. but you know i’ll always be your whore, kei.’

♡ tsukishima exhaled sharply through his nose, adjusting his glasses as the corner of his lip pulled into a small smile, ‘unfortunately for me, yes.’ 

♡ a few moments passed and you must’ve been admiring his effortless beauty for a bit too long as he suddenly turned to you and snapped, ‘i thought you were in a rush? why are you just standing there?! it’s freaking me out- or are you gonna moan for me again?’ he chuckled at his own teasing but when he saw that you were giving him love-dovey eyes again, a light blush tinted his face as he waved his hand for you to go away, ‘whatever, just get lost. goodbye, i love you & all that stuff.’

satori tendō

♡ he was sitting on the couch playing a game on his phone or sumn and nothing interesting had been happening lately so you took it upon yourself to make something interesting happen

♡ you approached the couch and plopped down next to him, your mouth hovering over his ear for a few moments - your hot breath tickling his skin - before you moaned in the most erotic way possible 

♡ he physically perked up then twisted his neck to look at you with an amused smirk, ‘someone’s horny.’ he commented, his attention quickly returning to his game

♡ you were excited to see his reaction but that was so underwhelming-

♡ your bottom lip jutted out to form a pout as you poked his cheek, ‘yes! aren’t ya gonna do something about it? i always help you when you’re horny!’

♡ ‘i’d love to help you out, princess. but i’m on the 48th level of candy crush. priorities.’

♡ you blinked rapidly, your gaze flickering between the phone screen and your clown of a boyfriend, ‘you know there is like..over eight thousand levels, right?’

♡ he side-eyed you with his eyebrow raised as if to say ‘fr?’ and you simply nodded in response 

♡ the app was soon deleted, ‘fuck that.’

♡ he tossed his phone aside and sighed as he stared into the void since he thought that his entertainment for the next few hours had been lost 

♡ but being the caring girlfriend you are, you were quick to swoop in and tilt his chin up to meet your longing gaze, ‘no, fuck me, satori.’

♡ and he did so gladly

hajime iwaizumi

♡ you did it to him when you saw him just lookin scrumptious asf while he making was pasta for dinner

♡ you slipped your arms around his waist and nuzzled your face into the back of his neck like you usually do when he cooks

♡ but this time, you hopped onto your tip-toes, lightly thrusted against his back and moaned quietly in his ear

♡ to your surprise, instead of getting flustered or mad, he just laughed

♡ though, it wasn’t one of his cute, toothy-grin chortles; but rather an intimidating string of low chuckles - as if he was mocking you 

♡ which he was

♡ you raised a brow, peering over his shoulder to see if he was perhaps amused by something else but unfortunately for you, he was ready to meet your gaze with a deadly glare 

♡ so yeah..you were railed on the spot <3

♡ you may be wondering what happened to your pasta but dw bc he rearranged your guts while adding oregano to that shit-

♡ multi-tasking king ✨👑

♡ like you were bent over the counter, face pressed against the cold marble and you stared directly at the fire of the stove beside you which tickled your face with a warm sensation as iwaizumi filled you up with an even warmer sensation 

♡ one of his hands massaging your waist while the other was stirring the pot 

kenma kuzome

♡ your first mistake was doing it to him while he was streaming 

♡ his camera was broken but the show must go on so it was just his voice + minecraft gameplay + you but the fans don’t need to know that 

♡ since his camera was off, kenma allowed you to sit on his lap as he played but under two conditions: you will not talk or make any noises and you can’t interfere with his game

♡ a small price to pay for some kenma snuggles :3 so ofc you obeyed

♡ well, for the first hour or so, at least

♡ after a while, it got boring just watching him play so you brought out your switch and started playing for yourself but even that became boring quickly too

♡ then the idea hit you 

♡ you were straddling him hence his ear was already by your lips, so it’s not like you’d have to move from your position

♡ plus, his mouth was very close to the mic so if you were quiet enough, the viewers probably wouldn’t hear a thing 

♡ though, you didn’t do too much reasoning, you kinda just acted on urge when you leaned in, pressed your lips together and hummed a faint moan

♡ his eyes widened and he visibly froze - if he had cat ears, they’d jolt upwards 

♡ his gaze immediately landed on the chat to ensure that nobody was going to mention it but his sudden silence probably made it more obvious that something happened

♡ the chat wasn’t flooded with inquiries but there were a few questions as to why he paused and if he was alright; so fortunately for your ass, it appeared as though nobody had heard a thing

♡ kenma hesitantly continued mining, explaining through gritted teeth, ‘oh, sorry, guys. my cat-’ he paused to pull his head back to shoot you a deadly glare accompanied by a snarl, ‘won’t shut the fuck up. shoo, kitty, we can cuddle later.’

♡ he waved his hand and you buggered off before you got caught cackling at the fact he called you ‘kitty’

♡ his chat genuinely believed him and he got a few donations solely bc they found out he’s a cat person

♡ so yeah, if anything you did him a favour but that didn’t stop him from fucking you into next week as soon as the stream ended 

rintarō suna

♡ any excuse to fuck any excuse to fuck any excuse to fuck any excuse to fuck any excuse to fu

♡ you’re just sitting on his lap, cuddling - as y’all do - when the idea occurs to you 

♡ but a mistake you made was that you carried out this prank with no intention to actually do the dirty- you just wanted to see his reaction 

♡ he thought you were just craning your neck out to place a kiss on his cheek but when he hears your melodious moan ring through his head, he turns to look at you with an eyebrow raised 

♡ ‘that’s no way to ask for my dick. try again, but nicely this time .’ he snickered, lightly patting your head, clearly amused by your little pout

♡ honestly, he has such a soft spot for you - like you just existing near him makes him feel all warm inside 💕

♡ furrowing your brows, you whined, ‘i don’t want your cock, anyway. it was just a joke to see ho--’

♡ ‘you’re so horny for me, it’s kinda embarrassing.’

♡ his cocky smirk was simply met by your blank stare

♡ there was a long while of silence between the two of you; which you spent wondering why you were even with him while he was entranced by the thought of your pretty face with his dick half-way down your throat <33

♡ until eventually he broke by whipping off his shirt, lassoed it around your neck and pulled you in so your lips crashed against his, ‘you sure?’

[wdwmarveldisney]

Can I bother u for a part 2 to void stiles and stiles mate haha

In His Head

Void/Stiles x werewolf!reader

Summary: When the pack caught you and tied you up with Void in the McCall living room, you weren't surprised. Fed up? Yeah. Scared? Absolutely. But not surprised.

Masterlist

A/N: I’m so so so sorry for how long this took. I’m kinda didn’t plan this and just wrote it so I’m not sure if the ending is really that great but I kinda like it.

Part one is here.

GIF isn’t mine

You huffed quietly to yourself. This could not be happening, how could this be happening? Your mate was the bad guy, of course he was the bad guy. Nothing ever went right in your life, did it? You just had to have the soulmate that loved to create chaos and fear and literally feed on it. It did not make for good dates, let me tell you. Going out and destroying the lives of Stiles' friends wasn't exactly an ideal first date. Actually it wasn't even an ideal hang out by any means, more of a thing for two psychotic friends or something. And yet you were caught tagging along because Void was supposedly your mate and you were destined for each other.

So when the pack caught you and tied you up with Void in the McCall living room, you weren't surprised. Fed up? Yeah. Scared? Absolutely. But not surprised. He had caused a lot of trouble for them and he had got you to as well. Not necessarily intentionally on your part. See, when you were a part of a pack, the alpha wasn't exactly all for control. She had this deluded idea that the pack should be wild and raging, making you all more dangerous then any other pack. So instead of teaching you control, she threw you off the rails. It's how you almost killed your dad, it's why everyone you meet becomes terrified of you and it's why Void loves having you around. Every time there's a fight, he knows exactly how to pull the strings so you shift. You can always feel the ropes get just that bit tighter as you slowly become more of a puppet to him, your mate.

They'd found you next to him, a cut from your shoulder to your diaphragm and completely unconscious. He'd told you the plan to be taken to them and then sliced you saying that it would only be helping. He was so insane and you could feel yourself slowly breaking down every second with him. You didn't get much choice and so it happened and now you're here, with them. They'd given him kanima venom and put duck tape over his mouth whilst they only had to do the former to you. You weren't talking, just numbly staring off as the guilt and pain and regret swallowed you whole. Melissa was working on patching the two of you up, going to start with you until you flinched at her touch and she decided it'd be best to start with Void.

Tears streamed down Void's cheeks but you knew better then to believe that he was Stiles again. You could tell, you'd already memorised everything about Void and you could tell he was putting on a show, at least you knew your mate. Unlike him, despite your hesitation to the fact, you'd began to treat him how you should. You knew his mannerisms and took the time to memorise scent and emotions for him. You could tell in a heartbeat that he wasn't Stiles again; Melissa, however, couldn't.

"Stiles?" She tore away the tape quickly at his frantic nod as you just shook your head lightly. It went completely unnoticed by the mother as she seemed to fuss over the boy, who's heartbroken expression slowly morphed to a smug smirk, "Really, Melissa? I shed one tear? That's all it takes?" Her face fell to a more frustrated and raged look as he hollowly laughed, "Come on- you can't crumble that easily. How are you going to hold up when Scott knows the truth?" You glance between the two, managing to suppress your curiosity as they spoke. But naturally, your eyebrows scrunched together and your head tilted to the side. Void glanced at you for a second before turning back to Melissa, making you just that bit more confused. But the nurse didn't care about that, more about what the nogistune had said, "What?"

"When he finds out why his dad really left? You know he overheard it, right?" The smirk only grew at her clueless expression whilst you just bit your lip and tried to concentrate on anything else. This wasn't your business. "You had no idea. You called Stilinski right after it happened. You didn't tell Scott, but you told the the Sheriff! But Stiles heard it, like he hears everything. But, you want to know why he never told Scott? Because he knew that Scott would never forgive you. He knew how much he would hate you," he spat and you sharply glared at him. That didn't sound right to you but you guessed Void knew Stiles better than you did. "This isn't you, Stiles," Melissa argued as her eyes flickered over to you for a second, noticing how uncomfortable you seemed to be sitting next to him. How unsure and hesitant you were. But Void didn't care. All he cared about was getting under her skin, "It is now," you held back a snort of amusement when the tape was put back over his mouth.

It was a little while longer of the two of you in silence and every time he looked at you, you could feel the shivers run down your spine. Another wolf walked in, making you more alert since his scent seemingly familiar to you. Void's chuckle was muffled but still rang in your ears as you stared at the guy. Once the situation was explained to him, he walked over and inspected Void, one little glance to you before so though. He laughed, tilting his head side to side as he stared down the smirking spirit, "He doesn't look like he would survive a slap across the face, much less the bite of a werewolf," you watched Scott's face fall as did the rest, all of them watching the scene play out before them. Scott's disappointed voice made you look down, "You don't think it would work?"

What you would give for it to work. But you couldn't because Void was your mate and as much as that fucking sucks, you knew it was something you'd have to live with. But you guessed what would suck more is no mate and no matter how sadistic and horrible he is, you didn't want to be alone again. You always ended up alone. You probably deserved this anyways. It was like you deserved everything came your way, like the bite. If you weren't stupid enough to sneak out to pretend for an evening that your parents weren't the most pressuring and uncaring people known to man, you wouldn't have been in the alpha's path as the perfect release and new soldier. If you weren't stupid enough to trust your alpha, you wouldn't have been torn apart again and again, mentally and physically. If you weren't stupid enough to avoid getting help with your control and simply pushing down your feelings once more, you wouldn't of wolfed out on your dad and shove him through a window when he told you how disappointed they were that your grades were slipping. If you weren't stupid enough to simply give up when your parents dumped you at Eichen filled with guilt for your actions, you wouldn't have spent days in dark rooms or screaming in absolute agony at the feeling of the secret experiments they continued to run. And if you weren't stupid enough to have given into the idea of having someone who cared about you, you wouldn't have told Void all of this and given the perfect ways to manipulate.

But you were stupid enough to tell him and then you saw that smirk on his lips every time he uttered a word about any kind of pain you had suffered. You didn't understand how you had done anything that could equate to this kind of punishment. The fact that you just wanted to scream and shout and sob and just let everything, let every bit of pain free was enough for you to realise just how fucked up your life was. But as you tell yourself again and again, more and more meaning behind it every time, you probably deserved it.

"This is more a war of the mind than the body. There are better methods to winning this battle," Eyes wide, you realised where he was going with this and you could feel the venom wearing off as you began to struggle to break free and that made the new wolf quirk a brow. Everyone seemed confused except you, the wolf and Void, the latter of which was smirking in your direction, given your reaction. "What kind of methods?" Deaton asked and the wolf looked away from you with a cocky smile as you carried on but your strength wasn't back just yet. "We're going to get into his head," an almost inaudible growl left your lips at that as your eyes flashed your werewolf colour and Void threw his head back laughing.

Scott and Peter could smell the fear, the pain and the paralysing anxiety mix with the regret and shame that was there from before. Neither understood what was happening but Peter could clearly tell one thing. Stiles was important to you, there was no other reason why you would have stuck around. So he knew, despite whatever you felt against it, you had to go too. Peter stared you down for a second or two as you fought and Scott had to go over and physically hold you down as Deaton gave you a drop more of kanima venom. As they did so, Peter dragged Lydia to the side, talking in hushed whispers. That is until Deaton called over to them, "So, do we have a plan?"

Peter glanced between all of you, shrugging as he walked over whilst looking completely unbothered, "Scott is going to try and dig through pale and sickly Evil-Stiles' mind to unearth pale and sickly Real-Stiles. Then, guide him back from the depths of his own subconscious. But, he's not going to do it alone," you could feel his eyes on you without having to look. Shivers ran across your skin as you wished you could frantically shake your head to just try and convey how bad of an idea it is. "What do you mean?" You could feel the sick rising as Peter sent a small forced smile to Scott, head almost rolling as it fell to the side to stare at you again, everyone getting the idea, "Somebody needs to go in with you," you growled again though much louder as you eyes flashed their supernatural colour and your claws began to grow. Void was staring at you, probably feeding off the pain and fear you felt consume you in that moment.

Scott, though hesitantly, took a step behind you and got his claws out. He didn't feel so good doing this to you despite what you had done to them but Peter had his look in his eyes that meant it was essential, no questions asked. "So, what do we do if we find him?" Everyone tried their best to ignored the growl that sounded slightly like a whimper, like an animal in pain. "You're going to have to guide him out somehow. Try to give him back control of his mind, his body," Lydia quirked a brow, arms crossing over her chest as a sarcastic smile lit up her features, "Could you elaborate on the 'somehow?' It's not feeling very specific at the moment," Peter shrugged as he stood in front of you and stared down at your terrified state. What the hell was up with you? You were trembling, the small whimpers filling the room. Ignoring the fear, Peter looked round at everyone else before suggesting, "Improvise?" Scott huffed, hands leaning against the sofa as he tried to tune out you. It was killing him, he could hear the panic attack was in full force and he knew he had to calm you first. So he reached into a drawer behind him and pulled out an old inhaler, remembering when it helped him. He held it out to you, somehow it being able to calm you as you took the deep necessary breaths whilst incoherent mumbles left your lips.

Once you'd calmed, to everyone's relief save Void, Scott spoke up again, "What if this is just another trick?" Peter huffed, hand running down his face. He looked to Scott with an almost exhausted expression, "When are you people going to start trusting me?" There was an awkward pause as Scott looked round at everyone else before he faced Peter again, a nervous look in his eyes, "I meant him," Void gave a smirk to Peter at the mention of him before his head lolled to the side to stare at you again. The Hale wolf's lips formed a small 'o' shape before he gave a nod. Deaton stood, interrupting the three as he looked to the young alpha with a worried look etched into his features, "Scott, we're running out of time," You, now taking deep breaths and seemingly more calm, glanced over to Scott to see him nod and nervously look to you. A huff fell from your lips as you screwed your eyes shut, tensing slightly.

A light breeze chilled you, bones feeling like they were coated in ice as you struggled to even think about moving them. Struggling, you realised that restraints held you down and you felt the panic bubble away from the fact it was clearly the five point restraint system and you were obviously in an Eichen room. Scott lay in the bed across the room, struggling like you were and after a couple of seconds of silence from you, he decided to look your way only to see you take a few deep breaths whilst staring at the restraints. Before he can try comfort you, he watches you completely rip the restraints around your wrist from where they were bolted to the bed. As you rubbed at your wrists, you looked over to a shocked Scott and gave him a shrug. When he just continued to stay there, completely dazed, you scoffed and grabbed his attention once more, "Do you actually need me to remind you that you're a werewolf?" He spluttered for an answer as your left leg swung down and you began to work on freeing your right. "We're in Stiles' head-"

"And you're a supernatural creature with supernatural strength! Break free!" Your look reminded him of when he got told off by his mum after he did something stupid with Stiles, a scold that had a hint of confusion of how he could that stupid. With that, he gave a small shrug and lifted his arms to tear them from the leather bounds and he quickly reached to free his legs as you swung yours back an forth, now sitting at the end of the bed and waiting. "What now?" Your head snapped round to face him and when you saw he was standing, you stood too. Looking round, your eyes finally met Scott's as you gave a small grimace that you had intended to be a smile, "I don't know. This is my first time in someone else's head," He ignored the way the comment seemed to mean that you had actually been in your head this way and instead moved to the door. Hesitating slightly, he sent you a quick look over his shoulder, "Just stay behind me," You gave a quick nod, letting him know you were intending to do that anyway. With a little sigh, he finally opened the door and took a few steps with you following. But before you could make it out, the door had slammed shut. You rushed over and pulled helplessly at the handle, screaming at the top of your lungs, "Scott? Scott!"

"Come on, what are you doing?" Everything in you freezes at the voice and you slowly turn to face the boy laying in the bed with a dopey smile on his face. It wasn't a room you recognised and you ran a hand over your head and tried to figure out where you were. But then suddenly it clicked, you were in his room and you were staying the night and you were- well you're not exactly sure what you were just doing. A small, embarrassed and breathy laugh leaves you as you rubbed the back of your neck, "Um, I don't know," He gave a laugh too, arms moving as he made grabby hands to you, making you grin with his soft mumbled, "C'mere," You practically run over, collapsing into his arms and he placed a kiss to your forehead then another to your lips. He pulled you so impossibly close and nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck and a content sigh left you. "Love ya bubs," He mumbled again and a slight giggle involuntarily slipped past your lips at the feeling of his breath tickle your skin. So, as to not give him the advantage, You turn so your elbows are either side of his head and your staring down at him. There's a silence, a few beats of eye contact and love sick smiles, before you frowned. This wasn't right.

"Stiles?" He hummed, hand reaching up and wipe something away from your cheek. Jumping up, you stumbled back and shook your head at his confused expression. "Are you okay?" Stiles stood up too and you hit into the wall. Hands raising to cover your ears and eyes shutting tightly, you repeatedly mumbled "No," trying your hardest to block it out. This wasn't right, this wasn't right, this wasn't real. Your mate was Void, Void, not Stiles. It's what made sense and you, and you were here to save Stiles. Yeah, you were with Scott and you were in Stiles' head. Two hands pried yours hands your ears and the heavy breathing was the first thing to hit you and then the fact the hands were wrapped in bandages. Slowly opening your eyes, you were met with the nogistune and you could feel yourself lose your breath. He was going to kill you. Oh god, you were going to die, you were going to die. From somewhere, an echoed, "Concentrate!" filled the air. Tearing your wrists from his grip, you feel the adrenaline kick in and you bolting to the door, tripping slightly on your way. Hearing him following, you scramble at the door and slam it behind you. Carefully turning around, you scanned the room you were in now. Completely white and spotless, silent and eerie with a hint of disaster hanging in the air. Helplessly running towards what looked like the middle of the room, you spot Scott and pick up the pace. You send a shaky smile to the boy, you notice something in the corner of your eye and spin round to check it out.

There he was. There they both were. Sitting in the centre of some old tree stump and playing some game you couldn't make out was Stiles and the nogistune. Sharing a look with Scott, you both begin to run towards them, screaming for him at the top of your lungs, "Stiles!" It was room was extending, Stiles moving further away with every step. When you realised, you halted and reached out for Scott's arm to stop him too. Standing there for a second or two, you had your bottom lip between your teeth until something came to you. "Stiles is part of your pack," Scott looked to you, clearly befuddled by your sudden burst. He shifted his weight from foot to foot as he questioned, "What? What do you mean?" You looked up to him, pausing as you thought over how to phrase it. With a click of your tongue, you tilted your head and let your eyebrows scrunch together, "He's human but he's still part of your pack, right?" Scott was silent for a couple of moments, frozen in shock and confusion. Then he blinked and everything seemed to function again as he managed a rather rushed, "Yeah. Yeah, of course!"

You thought he would get your point by now but, clearly, he needed a little more to go off. Your arms crossed over your chest and you leaned forward the slightest bit, "So, how do wolves signal their location to the rest of the pack?" He frowned as you stood silent and prayed to god he knew what you meant. What true alpha doesn't know things like this? Realisations lit up his face, words falling from his lips in a quiet mumble, "They howl," you gave a nod to the nervous boy and watched him shift his weight yet again and fiddle with his fingers before he took a deep breath and stood like he was prepping to fight. Then his eyes became their scarlet shade and he roared so loud the place shook. You saw Stiles pause in his movements before he slowly looked towards you two and when he saw you, his jaw dropped. You gave an awkward half wave, glancing between him and Scott who was watching with a raised eyebrow. Stiles turned back to the nogistune and swiped his arm across the board and scattering the pieces around the tree stump and white tiles.

Awaking with a gasp, you were shocked to see Lydia there in front of you and wiping at the blood on under your nose as Melissa went to check Scott. Peter and Deaton stood off to the side, the vet looking like he was going to check on Void whilst Peter just seemed impatient. When Lydia realised you had tensed under her touch, she pulled her hands back but she didn't move from her place crouched before you and Scott held his mother's hand tightly as he quickly pushed it away as he rounded the sofa, "Did it work? Did it work?" Everyone looked to an unconscious Void and you felt your heart drop. What were you thinking? Of course it didn't work. And why you were so desperately trying to rid yourself of the one person that was meant to mean everything? But still, every time you hear the name Stiles or think about those few hours you had spent with him, something just felt right. Everything fell into place for a few blissful seconds and there was no fear, no manipulation, no lies and evil plans. in short, no pain. You knew realistically that there would be bumps because no relationship will ever be perfect but sometimes, all you can think about is how you'll overcome those fights and troubles and there'd be so much good stuff there too.

Lydia stood up from where she was and spun to face Peter with an accusing look and tone, "What happened? Why didn't it work?" The guy scoffed, gritting his teeth as he took the few steps towards the girl, snapping back with a harsh edge to his voice, "Because it's not science, Lydia. It's supernatural," He grabbed at her arm, trying to pull her somewhere to talk more privately, "I did my part. Now, give me the name," Scott looked confused as he stared at a nervous Lydia and irritable Peter. He gave you a quick glance to which you shrugged, you were as clueless as he was. "What name? What are you talking about?" You saw Lydia's worried look, one that showed she been caught out she was hoping keep a secret. "Lydia, a deal's a deal. Even with me," Peter hurried her and you fought the urge to punch the guy after telling how nervous and panicked she was. Safe to say, you were as shocked as everyone else when you were able to stand up, something that seemed to be an instinct when you were ready to fight. Lydia faced Peter again, the name falling from her lips in a shaky whisper, "Malia,"

A sudden gasp brought everyone's gaze to Void, who clawed at the tape on his mouth, collapsing forward. His hands flew to his mouth and you gagged as he began to pull a never ending string of bandages. Not exactly comfortable with watching that, you turned to bury your face in Scott’s chest and he surprisingly let you. The only time you looked was when you heard the small gasps at the black smoke coming from the bandages. You had wanted to rush over to him but Scott held you back as a figure climbed the pile. That’s right, climb. Eyes scanning over the nogistune, something didn’t feel right as you glanced to the terrified Stiles. Because he wasn’t only one terrified, the nogistune clawing at his face. But that completely left you when he launched himself at you guys and Scott and Peter got a hold of him. That didn’t stop the struggle. “Hold him!”

“I'm trying!”

Scott paused for a moment, shouting, “Wait, wait, wait!” before he reached to unwind the bandages around the nogistune’s head to relive a terrified Stiles. There’s was a beat of silence and then his trembling voice all but echoed in your ears, his eyes filled with tears, “Scott?” It was like you could breath again, like things weren’t slowly surrounding and trapping into a fate of unhappy endings. But that feeling lasted just a split second before Deaton spoke up, “Scott,” It didn’t take long to realise why the man was so worried, Void had managed to slip away with Lydia, door wide open and both long gone. “Where are they?” Silence followed so Scott got up and began to make his way towards the door, “Where are they? Lydia!” You went to follow him, leave probably, but a hesitant hand gripped your wrist and tugged you back. A practically paralysed Stiles stared up at you and it made you fight the need to check him over. As his hand slid down to hold yours, Scott’s shouts for the banshee faded away and you took a gentle step back towards him. Subconsciously, your eyebrows knitted together in confusion and your head fell to the side and Stiles breathy laugh made a heat rise to your cheeks.

Why exactly wasn’t he pushing you away?