#the new chapter got me screaming/pos

[neptune-the-elf-demon]

I literally had to draw the cool ass angelic form of Peri from the @paranormal-peri fic. Ughhhh chapter 9 was so good I LOVED IT SM!!!!!!! Anyways hope you enjoy!

[moonchild9350]

Sign the Dotted Line (Chapter Six)

Summary: You have a special opportunity to travel with the boys, making it a mini vacation while you're at it. This makes it the perfect opportunity to turn over a new leaf with Minho, or so you hope.

Pairing: idol Minho x fab reader

Genre: angst, fluff (for 2 seconds), smut- 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: dry humping, p in v penetration, multiple creampies (wrap it up), slapping. I think that's it.

Notes: Y'all we are nearing the end, with this being the second to last chapter of this mini series! It is kinda bittersweet haha. Also yall toxic relationships are bad don’t be like the reader in this story. I felt like I should say that. Anyways, this is lightly edited, as I was exhausted, so please excuse any typos.

I hope you like this chapter! If so consider a reblog, comment, or like. My dms are open as well! ♡

New chapters posted on Saturdays at 1pm CST!

Series Summary: You are living an ordinary life until one day you come across a notice from your favorite band Stray Kids, that the company is looking for a girlfriend for one of its members Lee Minho. Thinking you have nothing else to lose, you apply. This one action causes your life to change forever.

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“So y/n,” Chan said, “how are you holding up?”

Chan searched your face, looking for any sign of discomfort. You started to relax at his reaction, always having a soft spot for the man.

“I’m fine Chan.” You said.

Chan looked skeptical, not believing your response. You chuckled at the expression on his face.

“Chan I’m fine. I promise,” you repeated with a chuckle.

Chan seemed to accept your answer the second time around.

“Ok good. I know things have not been ideal and tough recently…well since you arrived.”

That’s an understatement you thought. Things have definitely not been ok since you arrived.

Chan shifted in his seat, it was almost like he was nervous which was odd for the leader.

“Come on Chan, spit it out,” you chuckled.

He gave you a grin, “ok ok you got me y/n. I wanted to explain why minho is…the way he is.”

At this, you straightened up, your full attention on the man in front of you. You’d be lying to yourself if you weren’t interested in what he had to say, anything helping to get a glimpse into Minho’s mind.

“Minho is…stubborn. He not in tune with his emotions most of the time, surprising them until he does something rash.” Chan stopped as if he were thinking.

“He’s also possessive, and I don’t think he likes when we’re overly friendly with you.” Chan said, running his hands through his hair.

“I hope he’ll talk to you soon. Maybe actually explain himself better than I am now. We just don’t want you to leave y/n.”

You listened to Chan’s explanation. It made sense, every bit of what he was saying. Minho did seem possessive, you could tell as he was giving you the best fuck of your life. Was he acting out because of that?

“Thanks for explaining Chan, I appreciate it. I’m not leaving though. The manager refused to terminate my contract,” you nervously chuckled as you remembered that conversation.

“Oh? I figured as much.” Chan said. Well we’re happy you’ll be staying. I’m sure minho will be happy too even if it doesn’t seem like it.”

Chan gave you a warm smile. “Well now that’s done shall we go back? It’s almost time for the meeting.”

You nodded getting up and following Chan out the door. That conversation was actually helpful, giving you an insight into Minho’s mind. You hoped you both could talk at some point.

You both made your way back to the practice room, slipping inside the room and making your way to the couches. Felix gave you a huge smile, making room for you on the couch. You couldn’t help but smile back at Mr. Sunshine himself and plopped down next to him.

Everyone was chatting, and there was the occasional scream, the chaos a familiar and comfortable sight at this point. The door opened and Harin and Seoyun walked in, making their way to their boyfriends. You kept looking over at Minho, who was lost in conversation with Jisung. He looked okay, didn’t seemed affected by the turn of events a few days before. However, you knew looks can be deceiving.

A short while later, the door opened, the manager walking into the room. Everyone quieted down, looking at her expectedly, giving her their undivided attention. She pulled up a stool and sat down before beginning the meeting. She went over logistics, taking about the upcoming comeback, rehearsal schedules and other minor things. At the end of the meeting she mentioned one other thing, stating that the boys would be going to Japan for a fan event. The girls could come if they wanted as there would be part of the trip where the members could sight see.

Harin and Seoyun clapped their hands, excitement on their faces. They were definitely going to go. You weren’t sure if you should go, you’d definitely have to think on it. The meeting wrapped up, everyone going their separate ways. You got up, getting ready to go when you were stopped by Jisung.

“Where are you going? Stay with us! We’re going to grab something to eat.”

You looked at the boy in front of you, hope in his eyes. You couldn’t say no, not to this face. You shook your head yes, as he smiled at your answer. You sat back down next to Felix who immediately started chatting with you. Your mood improved as the conversation went on.

“Y/n, please tell me you’re coming to Japan with us,” Felix said.

“I…I don’t know Felix. I’m not sure I’d be…welcome.”

Felix looked shocked, his eyes growing wide. “Why wouldn’t you be? We love you!”

“Thanks Lixie. But not everyone loves me,” you said as you hung your head. You started picking at your nails as the blonde stared at you. Recognition dawned on his face.

“Y/n, you know he would actually like you to be there. You don’t have to tiptoe around us just because of an argument with Mr. Stubborn.”

You giggled at the nickname Felix gave Minho, a smile breaking out on his face at the sight.

“Ok, ok Lix. I’ll go okay,” you laughed.

“Perfect! We’ll have so much fun sight seeing on our off days!”

You had no doubt about it. With this group you’d be surprised if you all didn’t get kicked out because of the chaos. You couldn’t hide, not anymore. You had to enjoy the moments as they came and this was a perfect opportunity to do. You weren’t going to let “Mr. Stubborn” as Felix called him get in your way.

Weeks passed and the day came for the group to head to Japan. You couldn’t lie, you were excited to go, as you’ve never been there before. You decided to meet with the girls before and then go to the airport together, avoiding the fans and paparazzi that was going to be there to see the boys. You were happy about this, as you still hadn’t gotten use to the nonstop flashing of lights from the cameras.

All three of you left the dorms, and made your way to the company car. You slid in next to Seoyun, settling in for the ride. You looked out the window, watching the scenery go by, many cars speeding by. It didn’t take long to get to the airport. The boys had already made it as you saw groups of fans and paparazzi following a group of men as they headed into the airpot. Grabbing your bag, you braced yourself, hoping most of the people would stick to following the boys.

The car pulled to the curb, and Harin opened the door to get out as she was closer. There were a few groups of people who turned around and saw you three get out the car, excitement on their faces once they recognized who you guys were. As you made your way to the door, you bent your head, shielding your eyes from the flashes of light from cameras.

You thought the flashes would end once you got inside, but it continued, a constant light blinding you as you made your way to the security checkpoint. You lifted your head to look ahead, noticing the boys in front of you. You had hope and were thankful that they were close. Getting through security was a slow process, with you three girls standing in the back most of the time until it was your turn. Thankfully, you didn’t have much you had to take out of your bag, making it easy to go through the detectors without issue.

Once you, Harin, and Seoyun made it through, you breathed a sigh of relief, the hoardes of people not allowed past security. You jogged to catch up to the boys, Jisung noticing you right away.

“Y/n! Hi! I’m so happy you’re here!” He said giving you a big, gummy smile.

“Hi Ji,” you said. You couldn’t help but smile back, the crowds of people forgotten.

“We’re going to grab a bite to eat while we wait to board, wanna come?”

You shook your head, noticing the other girls had made their way to their boyfriends. You could go for some food. You followed Jisung over to where Felix and Jeongin were standing, the younger boys giving you a wave and smile as you approached. You couldn’t help but look around, your eyes looking for Minho. He was standing with Chan and Harin, looking hot as always in a simple white tee and sweatpants. You quickly looked away, not wanting anyone to catch you staring.

“Alright, ready?” Felix asked.

You all nodded and began walking over to a kiosk selling ramen. After ordering, you made your way to the register ready to pay, only to have your hand slapped away, preventing you from hading your card to the cashier.

“Na uh y/n, I’ll pay ok?” Jisung said, giving you a stern look.

You could tell he was not going to budge, so you surrendered, stepping aside to let the man pay. He grinned as you moved, handing his card over to pay. You grabbed your bowl and made your way to a table with the others. The food looked amazing, as you were starving, not having ate anything since last night. You groaned with the first bite, the flavor heavenly on your tongue.

You passed the time until take off with the boys, as they laughed and joked around. Jisung started to talk about places he wanted to go on the off days, and foods he wanted to try. You listened in awe, amazed that they knew so many neat spots. Of course, you remembered they have been to Japan many times, and know their way around a little.

Looking at your watch, you mentioned you all should probably head back to the gate, boarding would take place soon. They agreed, grabbing their trash to dump on the way back. Felix fell in stride with you as you all walked back to the gate.

“Sit with me?” He asked, hope in his eyes.

You nodded yes, more than happy to sit with the sunshine boy. Felix grinned, happy you agreed. Once you all made it to the gate, boarding began, as you all filed onto the plane one by one. You settled in your seat, Felix sitting next to you. He chatted with you while you all waited to take off, the others joking around with you. The boys snapped pictures to send to fans, the plane filing with laughter. You smiled along, their happiness contagious.

Before long, it was time to leave, the plane making its way down the runway and up into the air. You settled into your seat, closing your eyes for a nap. You would need every ounce of sleep you could get, as you’re sure the agenda would be packed with activities. You drifted off, the sound of the engine as your background noise, hoping to sleep soundly until you landed.

You were awoken by being jostled in your seat, your eyes opening in a panic, looking around for the cause of the disturbance. Felix placed his hand on your lap calming you, letting you know the plane just landed. You gave him a smile, straightening up in your seat and smoothing your hair down. You all got off the plane, making your way to the cars waiting to take you to the hotel. You were about to get in the car with Felix, Jisung, Changbin, and Hyunjin but you felt a hand on your back guiding you away from the car.

“The boys have schedule today, they’ll be back later,” Harin said guiding you to a separate car.

You looked up seeing Seoyun get into a separate car. You slid in behind her, Harin following suite. The driver was taking you three to the hotel, as you were not needed for any schedule activities today. You couldn’t wait to get to your room, shower, and take a nap, exhaustion kicking in from the flight. Looking out the window, you took in the sights. There were people everywhere, walking on the sidewalks, on bikes, even the traffic was slow.

Not too much longer passed before the driver pulled up to the hotel. He helped you all with your bags, before bowing and getting back into the car. A staff member was already in the lobby, waiting for your arrival. They handed each one of you your room keys and dismissed you. Taking the keys, you grabbed your suite case and followed the others, making your way to the elevators.

Once on the assigned floor, you said your goodbyes and parted ways. You keyed yourself in, and stepped through the threshold, closing the door behind you. Tossing your shoes off, you took in your surroundings. There was a nice king size bed in the center of the room, a couch, and mini kitchenette. You walked to the window, pulling back the curtains to peak outside. Your room was facing the street, giving you a view of the busy road below, people making their way quickly to their destinations.

You closed the curtains once more and opened your suitcase, pulling out everything you needed for a shower. You decided to sleep in one of your sleep shirts, as the room was a little too warm for comfort. Stepping into the large bathroom, you turned the shower on, quickly discarded your clothes and got in. The water felt great on your skin, washing away the impurities from travel and the sweat that you are sure accumulated on you since your arrival. Once done, you turned the water off and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around your body. It didn’t take you long to get dress, tossing on a pair of panties and slipping the shirt over your head. You put your hair up into a messy bun and padded your way to the large bed.

Pulling back the covers, you slid in, sighing as your back hit the soft mattress. You felt like you were in heaven, surrounded by the fluffy covers. You felt your eyes droop before they shut for good as you succumb to sleep. You were dreaming, you knew you were dreaming because Minho was there, looking good in all his glory. He kept trying to reach out to you, but you would turn away, not wanting to entertain him. The process went on and on until you locked yourself in a room, locking the door to get away from him. It seemed to work until you heard a knock on the door, which you ignored. However, the knock kept coming, eventually becoming a pounding on the door. But wait, why would the sound get louder? Unless…

Your eyes flew open, as you looked around the room, feeling a little disoriented. You startled as another knock came to your door. This must have been what you had heard in your dream. Stretching your limbs, you got out of bed, padding your way to the door. You stood on your tiptoes to peek through the peep hole to see who it was. There stood Minho, at your door, his hands tucked in his pockets.

You were shocked, not expecting to see him, especially as you just dreamed of avoiding him. He was about to knock again when you pulled open the door, his hand paused midair. You both stood there staring at each other, neither knowing what to say. You decided to let him talk since he was the one to show up at your door. You watched as Minho’s eyes scanned your body, his eyes lingering on your bare legs. You looked down, your face heating up, realizing you were only in your sleep shirt.

You looked up once more, meeting Minho’s eyes once more. He took a deep breath before saying, “Can I come in? We need to talk.”

You considered telling him no. You wanted nothing more than to crawl back in bed and go back to sleep. However, the rational side of your brain knew you should let him in. You both really needed to talk, especially after you had that discussion with Chan.

You nodded your head and stepped aside, allowing him to cross the threshold. You closed the door and made your way into your room, signaling for Minho to sit on the couch. He walked over before sinking down, stretching his legs in front of him. You opted to sit on the edge of the bed, your legs dangling. You sat in silence as you waited for Minho to say something.

He seemed nervous, as he kept wringing his hands, as he crossed and uncrossed his legs. You had never seen him so nervous, as he always seemed confident in his words and actions. You could tell he was struggling internally with himself, probably about whether or not he should go through with this. In the end, he must have decided to just get it over with as he opened his mouth to speak.

“Y/n,” he said, his voice cracking a little. He cleared his throat before saying once more, “Y/n, I want to say I’m sorry for how I’ve acted over the last few days, hell, for since we met.”

“I…” he looked down at his hands, as he shook his leg. He swallowed, before looking up again. “I do like you y/n, more than you know. I um…I love you. I guess I didn’t know how to handle my feelings and express them. Yeah at first I was pissed, but it wasn’t you. I was mad at the company and well you happened to be here and I took it out on you.”

You listened as he rambled on, expecting every word after talking with Chan. It was nice to hear it from him, it was a start to mending your relationship.

“I am a little possessive, I don’t like to see you with other men, even if it’s the members. It does make me irritated I guess. I’ve talked with the others about it and they think I’m dumb of course, but I just want you to myself.”

Minho paused as he seemed to be reflecting. There was silence throughout the room as you waited for him to continue.

“I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness, and it may take a while if you do decide to forgive me, but I want to apologize and hope you will consider forgiving me y/n.”

He seemed to be done, as he sat back, took a deep breath and let it out. You appreciated his words, knowing it took everything in him to come before you and apologize. You know he’s possessive, you know he’s stubborn, and you know he likes things his way. But, you also know how kind he can be, how he loves the members, how he loves his family, and yes even how he loves you.

You figured it out pretty quickly, but didn’t want to believe it, thinking no one who loves you treats you that way. Of course your theory was confirmed after speaking with Chan and now after listening to Minho. Thing is you had already forgiven him, but didn’t want to move things too quickly, wanting him to step up and take responsibility for his actions. You were willing to push past this, as you still had to abide by the contract.

You let him sit there and struggle, watching as he looked everywhere around the room except at you. You smirked to yourself at his reactions, as the boy was stressed, probably worried that you’d reject his apology. After a few more moments however, you decided to respond, put the poor boy out of his misery.

“Thank you,” you said, his head snapping up at your words. “All I wanted was an explanation, an apology. You’ve treated me like shit this last year. I adored you before signing this contract, thought you were an amazing person. Of course that perspective changed once I actually got to know you. You’re stubborn, and yes possessive, you like to do things your way, but I also know you’re a good person.”

You stopped, as you shifted on the bed. “I guess I forgive you Minho cause I guess I kind of love you too. We can start anew.”

Minho looked at you, his eyes wide, mouth hanging open. He couldn’t believe your words. You forgave him, just like that. He silently thanked his lucky stars. He shook his head, a smile starting to form on his face. You got up and walked over, quickly closing the gap. You grasped his face between your hands and sealed the promise of a new relationship with a kiss, you lips molding with his.

Just like you remembered, his lips were soft, easily moving along with yours. Minho gripped your hips and brought you closer, as he ran his tongue along your bottom lip. You relaxed your stance as you kissed the man in front of you feeling like you were where you should be.

As Minho kissed you, he pulled you into his lap, having you straddle him. The kiss grew more heated as he ducked and nipped at your lip, causing you to let out a moan. You rolled your hips along his covered cock, sighing out at the pleasure you felt. Minho gripped your hips and smoothed his fingers over your skin before snaking his hands down to your ass.

He gave the flesh a squeeze before guiding your hips back and forth, as his hardened cock brushed against your core, catching your clit just right. You whimpered at the feeling, as you wrapped your arms him and buried your face against the crook of his neck. You felt him shudder beneath you as your breath fanned against him, his as he gripped your hips harder.

With a growl deep in his chest, Minho pulled you away, picking you up and placing you down on the couch on all fours. Your head was resting on the back of the couch, your legs spread so he could see your glistening pussy. You turned your head to look at Minho as he unzipped his pants, pulling his cock out. He dragged the tip through your folds, teasing your clit over and over. It felt good and you couldn’t wait for him to breach your walls, filling you up over and over again.

“Minho, please,” you whined, arching your back more to present to him.

“Please what baby?” Minho asked, still sliding his cock through your lips, coating the tip in your arousal.

“Give me you cock, need you cock Minho.” You replied, desperation in your voice.

Minho chuckled before slamming into you, the sudden stretch causing you to yell out. He picked up a brutal pace, the sound of skin on skin echoing throughout the room. You listened as Minho let out a loud groan, adjusting his stance in order to go deeper. The change in position cause his cock to rub your sweet spot just right, the pleasure mounting which each stroke.

You felt your high approaching, as Minho abused your pussy, his cock kissing your cervix again and again. He gripped your ass, his fingers digging into the skin before he let his hand come down, slapping the flesh, causing you to moan.

“I missed this pussy baby,” Minho said, his breathing fast, his chest raising and falling rapidly. He was close, your walls hugging his cock just right, like you were made for him. He missed you and your quirkiness and your smile. He missed listening to you talk with him, no matter the topic. He was never letting you go, he knew that for sure. He guesses this is what people mean when they say absence makes the heart grow fonder.

“Will you cum for me baby? Cum with me..” Minho breathed out, as he thrusted a few more times before stilling and emptying his load into you. He heard your moans, as his hot cum painted your walls, you clenching down on his member again and again. With a loud wail, he felt you cum, as you spasmed beneath him, your walls fluttering again and again.

Minho squeezed your hips before pulling out, his cum dripping onto the couch below. He pulled up his pants leaving them unzipped before lifting you up, carrying you to the bed. Placing you beneath the sheets, he pulled off his pants completely and slid in next to you, cradling you into his chest. He kissed the top of your head before saying, “I love you.”

You responded without hesitation, saying I love you back. You did love this man. You had fallen for him long ago, your heart split in two when he denied you. However, you were, in the man you love arms. You were happy he explained himself and apologized, the future looking brighter. Of course there is still a part of you wondering if he will go back on his word, just like last time. You hoped that was not the case and were willing to take the chance.

Moments passed, silence throughout the room. The only sounds you hear is the thumping of Minho’s heart as you lay on his chest. Minho gently shifted, placing you on your back, settling between your legs. He leaned down to press a kiss to your lips, his own gently massaging yours. The kiss grew heated, his tongue pushing into your mouth to entangle with yours.

You felt him push your leg up before gently sliding into your warm heat once more, as he set a gentle pace, slowly thrusting his hips into yours. He swallowed your moans, your breath getting faster as the pleasure deepened. Minho looked you in the eyes as he thrusted, moving his hand to grab yours and intertwine them, placing them above your head. The sensation was heightened, the pleasure building throughout your body, slowly making its way to your core. With a few more thrusts, you tipped over the edge, your back arching off the bed as your orgasm spread through you, causing your toes to curl and vision go white. You came hard, the feeling so intense, you couldn’t stop, as Minho continued to make love to you.

The sight below him was beautiful, you lost in ecstasy because of him. He took in your beautiful features, as you came, his cock twitching within you. He rocked his hips again and again, his orgasm approaching. A few more thrusts and he felt his release, once more flooding your walls.

You sighed at the feeling of his cum once more hitting your walls, as your breathing slowly returned to normal. Minho pressed a kiss to your lips before pulling out and getting up. You watched as he walked to the bathroom and heard the water running. A moment later he came out, a washcloth in his hands. He gently wiped you down, cleaning you of the sticky fluids. Once done, he tossed the towel away before sliding in next to you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

Minho looked you in the eyes, searching them for any regret, not finding any. “I’m never leaving again,” he whispered, kissing you once more.

“Thank goodness,” you replied, a smile on your face as you snuggled closer to him. You felt in your gut you could believe him, his actions being louder than words tonight. You were more than ready to move forward with your boyfriend, and tonight would be the start of your brand new beginning with Minho. As you drifted off to sleep, you dreamed of Minho, showering him with your love and for the first time in a long time, you slept like the dead, comforted within the arms of the man you love.

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[sugarpasteltmnt]

Hear me out.

“Flight of the Crows” by Jhariah fits Void so much like holy shit, I’ve been listening to it on repeat cuz of how good it is

ALSO THE NEW CHAPTER. GOT ME ABSOLUTELY SPIRALING. LIKE DUDE I WAS FALLING TO THE FLOOR AND LITERALLY SCREAMING (/pos) Literally the suspense, the writing, the outcome, all of it is beautiful

I applaud you, no other fanfic has made me spiral this much 👏👏👏👏👏👏

BRUH

I LOVE IT

Also TYSM ;w; 🩵‼️

[prince-liest]

I am literally checking your blog daily how the backflipping DUCK did I miss the recent snippet!?!?

It is genius. Bestest thing in the entire universe. I am filled with admiration for your skills. If I were home, I would be screaming into a pillow.

Just how do you make snippets this good?!?? Hahah♡ /pos

Backflipping duck got me, HAHA, thank you for that. Honestly, this entire chapter has been sitting solidly in "there's a lot of emotional fallout here from the previous installments of this series, and it is making me very paranoid about pulling both of them out of character," so I'm really glad people are enjoying the bits of WIP that I've been posting! Now that I've made it through a night out followed by an all-day party, I can sit, relax, and edit the shit out of it prior to posting so that I feel solid about it, hahaha. Anyway, thank you so much! <3 These kind messages have been fueling me amidst all the chaos, ehehe.

More replies specifically on the snippet under the cut! <3

okay I'm DYING over that snippet, alastor is going through a crisis not feeling comfortable with what they've been doing any longer and trying to figure out how to express that and one of the first things vox says when he breaches the topic is "I'm gonna dress up valentino as you and fantasize about fucking you anyway" like buddy!! all horny no brain asdfg they're both killing me omg - ✨

Vox was allowed like two seconds of healthy, genuine communication prior to the snippet I posted before I was like, "Hm, one sec, gotta remind everyone who he is," hahaha. He was, to be fair, mostly trying to be glib in that moment in a way that just didn't land.

Vox says "well it doesn't have to be literally you if you don't want" and Alastor hears "I've objectified the idea of you to such an extent that I'm going to go to such length to still realize my desire to fuck you" and oof.

Hi, anon who loves your writing snippets here 👋 Reaction summarized: “The Emotions They destroyed their cage Yes YES The Emotions are out” In other words: I am ready to be utterly obliterated. Hit me with the emotional weightlifting these two idiots are about to do. I’m rubbing my hands vigorously like a little creacher, a raccoon or common housefly, perhaps. On another note, so happy you’re getting off to a good start in your residency! As someone who’s been below the poverty line for most of their life, I know how thrilling it can be to look at future housing prospects. There’s nothing I love more than decorating a new space to make it feel like home :). I hope for the best for you these upcoming months!

Ehehehe, what a GREAT use of that poem. >:D The emotions really have finallly destroyed their cage. Time to face the music!!

And ahhh, thank you! Yeah, I've moved around a lot throughout my life (including switching houses weekly between my parents most of my life) and I feel like one of the ways I adapted to it was just being very gung-ho about decorating and home-ifying a place I'm staying, so I'm so excited to finally have a space that is All Mine To Do With As I Please without being concerned about roommates, etc, etc. And it won't be permanent, but I'll be there three years, and that's a decently long time!!

[miammey]

Time to scream about BSD Chapter 106.5!!

Spoilers for the chapter, obviously!!

How these two have not drown yet with how often they open their mouths is beyond me

Also why does it look like they kissed on that one panel?? Sigzai shippers must be going crazy

Ok this was really cool, heck yeah Dazai!! I think he must’ve gotten the gun from when he stopped time, where he kept it, idk

This panel’s only included because I wanted to mention that he looks like a happy whale, specifically a beluga whale /pos

Fyodor please let them breathe for a second!! Seriously, first drowning, then setting the special water on fire, now they’re falling

And the chapter ends with Dazai saving Sigma!! Normally a drop like this would kill someone, but I really doubt Dazai’s gonna die to fall damage, he’s got a plan, but I wonder what Sigma’s gonna do now that he’s alone

Overall thoughts on the chapter: a lot happened in such a short period of time, I doubt this entire chapter was more than two minutes in their time, which is pretty cool. Also, it’s longer!! It’s 24 pages!! I’m not upset that the previous chapters were so short, mainly because I would rather have short chapters than a stressed and overworked author and artist, but this chapter’s twice the length of the last one, which is really nice.

I’m just curious as to what’s gonna happen next. Where’s Dazai gonna end up?? Back with the floating cells?? Or somewhere lower?? Maybe he’s gonna meet new locked up Ability Users or something. Or maybe there’s gonna be another PoV change and we’re not gonna find out until a few months later. I mean, there’s a lot going on

[aquaquadrant]

I recently listened to the HTP playlist again and realised just how long you’ve had this thing planned out? If I remember correctly it was made around the time that part 1 was released and only now can you really start to see how well the songs line up. Some lines that caught my attention were

“Who’s that knocking at your door, you’ve got lots to answer for”

and “Never know who walks through the door, is it someone that you’ve met before?” Which are now SO PAINFULLY ACCURATE for when Bravo turns up at the Ranch. “Now you’ve got no one you can trust, think it’s wrong, your soul unjust, point your finger and deny”

Is again a great Bravo line and perfectly encapsulates his thoughts after being sent to Hels.

I know the Bravo playlist was made later on but Sharks by Imagine Dragons was so spot on for him

“You think you’re better than them, better than them. You think they’re really your friends, really your friends. But when it comes to the end, to the end, you’re just the same as them, same as them.” Crying screaming throwing up. I can imagine a sick animation during the bridge, “My blood is pumping I can see the end is right in front of me, Don’t take it from me I could be everything, everything!” the moment where Atlas screws over the whole operation and Bravo has had ENOUGH. Same with Snakes, “Wish I could knock your skull in, but I’m rising above it” I just- ajdybsfajcikdn!

You’ve written such an insanely complex character and then managed to create a playlist that summarises him better than words can? You’re so insane for this /pos

However this does make me concerned for future chapters. What lyrics have we glossed over that are also going to be perfect foreshadowing? I am sooo hyped for the next edition, meanwhile I will be rereading the entire thing. Thanks for the delicious angst Aqua!

CORVID. HOLY SHIT. if only u could see the way this made me pump my fist in the air.

bdubs voice: YOU ARE CORRECT. while i’ve definitely added new things as inspiration comes and made some changes here and there for logistical purposes (or for extra angst), the main plot of ‘from eden’ was planned before i even wrote the first chapter. the confrontation scene between bravo and tango+jimmy was one of the first things mel and i talked about when we were developing the au in summer of last year, which is why i was SO pumped to finally release it and thrilled by the positive response.

it’s been maddening to keep future plot points under wraps, but that also makes it fun when ppl theorize- whether they’re wrong or right (i’ve seen a little of both thus far). and mannnn it’s amazing to finally reach those long-foreshadowed moments and see the reactions. there should be at least a couple more of those kind of moments in the last few chapters ✌️

[floofanflurr]

Hi, have y'all seen the master list of Heart on the Table fanart recently?? We just got some new additions!!!

The absolutely wonderful and amazing @sunsestart made art for Heart on the Table (chapters 8 and 19) and it has DESTROYED ME. Here's a link to the master post. And here's the art for Chapter 8 (tw blood/injury) and Chapter 19.

These link to the image address as they aren't posted online. I am sharing them here with Sun's full permission!

Ramble about their amazing art under the cut:

OKAY SO. Chapter 8 art to start.

This is just GORGEOUS. And heartbreaking. So, so heartbreaking. You got all of the emotions that I wanted to convey in the scene, and I am OBSESSED with how you draw expressions. GOSH the tears in Papyrus's sockets and the way his brow bones and teeth are positioned are just. PAIN. He's so hurt and in shock. Like, I can FEEL his panic and shock and hurt from this.

And the COLORS!??!?! DAMN. Just the spots of red for Frisk's SOUL and the blue for Undyne's spears just really makes it pop and just... ties it together so well. It's so VISCERAL.

AND THE POSING. GOSH Papyrus's right (his right, our left??) hand DESTROYS ME. I cannot look away. Just... how did you convey in just one little hand how terrified he is to touch them? Because holy heck he just screams "I don't know where to touch or what to do without breaking them more."

And Frisk's expression. They're so HURT and gosh just. The shading over their eyes and their injuries... just. YOU GOT THE SPEAR THAT SKIMMED THEIR CHEEK!?!??! THIS IS PAIN. /pos I'M STILL FREAKING OUT OVER THIS.

ALSO THE INJURIES ON THEIR SIDE! IT'S ALSO THE Same one I gave them in story!!! This is brilliant, you are brilliant. Stars, I'm never going to emotionally recover from this. ALSO ALSO I adore the way you weight the lines. And the BLOOD. There's not a lot but it's so well done.

Gosh, I'm going to cry seeing Frisk's little hand in Papyrus's.

Everything about this. I adore. SO much. It's just got pain and tension and heartbreak and disbelief and desperation in every line. HHHHHHHHHH.

AND THE CHAPTER 19 ART!!! GOSH. MY HEART.

(I keep wanting to call it chapter 20 and I have no idea why.)

HHHGH. This whole thing. Just. This small strip of comic has the most palpable tension I've ever seen in a comic. The use of the exclamation marks and ellipses just really really really shows first the shock and then the pause before it all goes to hell.

And DAMN I love the angles and the poses so much. AND THE EXPRESSIONS. Holy heck I love the way you do expressions. Frisk's little smile and wave contrasting with Papyrus's slightly open mouth and brow bone quirked just so to show his shock/worry/distress right before it all hits him.

And then the close up panels on Papyrus and Undyne's faces- just-

HHHHH. The shadows across their eyes and the drops of sweat just. It makes it so that I'm really just. Feeling just as much tension as they probably are. Undyne clearly knows she's in a bit of deep shit, and Papyrus is just... processing. (and is not having a fun time while he takes in the sight in front of him.)

Also just. I love the way you do Undyne's fins. And Frisk's hair. And Undyne and Frisk in general. Also Papyrus's scarf and face and-

Okay I just love how you draw these characters so much. I wish to consume your art. GOSH I love your style.

And I also love how you have Papyrus's hand on the door and his pose. It really helps build the scene and to see that he had JUST opened the door.

Also I love the slight angle on the close up of Undyne since it's so dynamic. This whole thing is incredibly dynamic. It's a series of three still frames, but it doesn't feel like it. It feels almost like a scene from a video. They just flow into each other so well. You are just. So skilled at what you do.

And the line weights and the shadings and just- I will consume. I wish to consume. Entirely.

Thank you so so so much for making these wonderful pieces and allowing me to share them. I will never emotionally recover. The death sounds I made when I first saw them.... (You missed the worst of them when I saw the second one.)

It took me like a solid - 6 minutes(?) after I saw the first piece to stop vibrating and spinning and wheezing enough to type a response.

Also, cuz I saw someone ask this once and now I'm always curious- what was your favorite things about each of these that you made? Like what you did with the pieces. (Only if you want to answer of course!)

Just. Thank you so much. I'm gonna go stare at these some more now, thank you.

[atherix]

ATHERIX I HAVENT BEEN HERE IN A WHILE BUT I HAD TO COME SCREAM ABOUT THIS

THE NEW CHAPTER???!?

IT WAS SO GOOD

THE LAST PART LEFT ME CRYING IM NOT OK /POS

how you write such emotional but realistic scenes I’ll never know

Also: OMG THE WORLDBUILDING?!? With the fae language?!?? IT WAS SO GOOD IM SUCH A SUCKER FOR LANGUAGES

ANOTHER BANGER AS ALWAYS

-🌸

HI HI HELLO <3

I am late to responding (I am late always) BUT THANK YOU SO MUCH I'M SO GLAD YOU ENJOYED IT <3

I need to feel things vicariously thru my writing /SILLY

I LOVE world building so much, and language fascinates me to no end orz HHHH THANKS <3

Midnight Summers my beloved. That's Catharsis: The Fic tbh <3 I love the Fae realm I am. It is my beloved-

HJFSJHDSJ oh yeah Cub was very in his feels about that moment :) He gots a little snarky attitude there. Hehehe <3

[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 572, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby

WORDS: 1210

“Peter!” I called out as a beat up dark navy blue Volkswagen pulled into the driveway. “I think Jackie is here!”

It was December nineteenth, and my little sister was to arrive at the Ratajczyk household to take pictures of the family for Christmas. Adam had dropped the twins off the night before and James dropped little girl off the afternoon before. Needless to say, there wasn’t a quiet room anywhere in the house.

I opened the front door just as Jackie reached it, ushering her inside and taking her coat and scarf to hang up in the coat closet while she kicked off her shoes and stashed them into the shoe chubby by the front door.

“Hey, MC!” she greeted me, bending to give Daisy all the pets and ear scratches that the now ninety six pound dog deserved.

Primrose skidded into the room just then, barreling over to Jackie before shoving Daisy out of the way and demanding love from the kneeling woman with a chittering purr, relaxing into a limp puddle as she received all the love.

“Auntie Jack Jack!” screamed little girl, racing over towards her aunt and knocking her over in a tackling hug. This only encouraged Baby Tommy and Baby Noah to join in with the attack on one Jaquelynn Elenora Lindsey. Jackie had changed her last name shortly after our sperm doner married his gold digging bitch of a wife, not wanting to associate herself with such a disgusting, perverse pairing.

All seven of my older brothers changed their last names too- Adam and the twins adopted Anna surname before marriage, Benjimen decided on Johnson, Caleb changed his name to Julie’s last name, Daniel decided on Williams, Ephriam changed his last name to his husband’s before marriage, Frankie boy claimed Moore, and Gideon decided on Maddison as his new last name.

Sammi had long since legally changed her name to Samantha Anne Heart to fit with her “professional slut” lifestyle. I greatly disapproved of her habit of finding a good dick while out at the grocery store picking up milk and eggs and then being fucked within an inch of her life. She had been like this since her sweet sixteen birthday, where her gift to herself was losing her virginity with Travis Grey from the soccer team under the football bleachers at lunch.

Jackie was laughing as the babies were giggling- Baby Tommy and Baby Noah were each on an arm while little girl claimed her spot on Jackie’s chest. The picture was so sweet that I had to capture it on my cell phone for a rainy day.

“Uh oh,” meeped Baby Tommy with a funny look on his chubby man face.

Sure enough…

POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT

Jackie automatically began to hack as Katie swooped down to the rescue, plucking up her little brother and whisking him off to go pay a visit to the potty.

Sammi began to crack up, having been in the sunroom, reading a book on Egyptian history that I had loaned her.

“Mommy, Baa bee Tom Tom got a sinky butt!” Baby Noah bemoaned, rolling off from Jackie’s arm and onto the carpeted hardwood floor. He looked up at the ceiling, softly babbling to himself as he kicked his feet rhythmically.

“Yes he sure does!” Sammi was cackling as little girl began to poke at Jackie’s face, just being absolutely utterly adorable (same as usual)

“Pook.” POKE “Pook.” POKE “Pook.” POKE “Pook.” POKE “Pook.” POKE “Pook.” POKE “Pook.” POKE “Pook.” POKE

“BOO!” Jackie shouted all of a sudden, making little girl jump three feet into the air before bursting into messy tears.

“Don’ cwy liddle gurl!” Baby Noah shot his aunt a dirty look. “Auntie Jack Jack pooh pooh head!”

“Ah, but of course Auntie Jackie has contracted the pooh pooh head virus!” I said in a teasing tone of voice, bursting into an amused cackle at the look she gave me.

“Ha ha ha, very funny MC,” she grouched as she collected her bag, taking out her camera and fitting a lenses to it.

“Hey, Baby Noah said it first- not me!” I ratted him out, pushing my lips out into a dramatic pout as Peter came in from the basement, where he had been busing changing the oil in the Doom Buggy 3.0. “Besides, you know me- outrageously dramatic and I don’t care!”

“You’re exhausting,” Jackie grumbled. “Plain and simple.”

I was quiet and she began to snap pictures of the family-

Little girl, Baby Tommy and Baby Noah looking outside at the thick layer of snow that covered everything.

Elizabeth and Katie building a blanket fort out from the dining room table.

Peter walking around the house, giving the Ratajczyk triplets skin to skin.

Baby Eve crawling around and pulling herself up to stand on wobbly feet.

Isabelle making her infamous crock pot hot cocoa and adding cinnamon and whipped cream to her mug.

Peter kissing me under a branch of mistletoe that he held over the both of us.

DING DONG

DING DONG

DING DONG

“I got it!” Sammi called out, going to open the front door. “Hello?”

“Hi, I’m sorry, but something just came up at work and I really need to drop Baby Kit off for a few hours,” I heard Walter saying as I peeled myself away from my husband’s smoldering eyes and electrifying kisses and snuck up behind my baby sister. “I called Peter’s cell phone, but I kept reaching voicemail.”

“It’s fine-” I told him, screaming when Sammi yelped at my sudden appearance before bursting into wild cackling. “It’s fine, you can leave her here. But my younger sister, Jackie, is taking pictures of the Ratajczyk family for Christmas.”

“LIDDLE GIRL!” screamed Baby Kit, peeling away from her father and racing to leap onto little girl with a gleeful screech.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand… the circle of babies is at long last completed!” I giggled as Baby Mattie began to fuss, clearly wanting some mommy milk.

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[baileyboo2016]

I have a thing I do right before my birthday, where I reflect on how far I’ve come in the last year. cause ya know, personal new year and all that :)

18 was a crazy year /pos. I got into zelda, graduated high school, moved to a new neighborhood, and started college! a new chapter of my life that I had dreamed of since I first started college tours.

But I also met all of you guys! You have shown me that people like me, those who peeps irl have seen as “weird” and different, can be included in such a fun community. Back when I turned 18 I never thought I would gain so many amazing online friends who let me be, well…me!

Yes, this includes Bailey Booping you, screaming rulie, and ZINGA-DINGDING!!!!’ing you into oblivion (/affec).

I’ll never forget you, 18. 🥰🥰🥰🥰

[gontagokuhara]

Okay I finally just now got a break from work and holiday business right now to actually comment and reread the newest chapter of pointy objects and honestly, I absolutely love lore drops in this story so I'm still like screaming and crying and throwing up, you have so much skill when it comes to writing its insane omg

Anywho I stopped by to say that and ask a boring question! Just for clarification, when Maki and Kaede were being gay and messy in Fuyuhiko's house, that line "ducking beneath her dad's hesitant touch" for sure means Mondo right?? For a minute I thought it was referring to Fuyuhiko because he's her godfather. The family tree makes a lot more sense now though, but just for clarification's sake I'll ask! I definitely don't want to reach the point of questions where I'm treading into the spoiler zone, because every surprise and reveal in PO has made me scream and shout and let it all out.

hi hello! happy holidays, i'm glad you've got some time for yourself! <3

this did not start out as either a long Or lore heavy answer Whoopsies....there are no actual spoilers (beyond talking about the reveal in the most recent chapter) but i do skate around the concept, just a little

as to your question (which i don't think it's boring at all): kaede is meant to be referring to taka in that instance! the full relevant line is "…still just another traumatized demigod, ducking beneath her dad’s — not her godly parent’s, never him — hesitant touch..." the most recent chapter established mondo as maki's godly parent, the one that she is biologically related to, though both him and taka are equally her 'dad's. there's also a line that describes how taka has visited camp a handful of times, but the same isn't said of mondo, which is intentional.

as for why that is...it is alluded to, but i don't make explicit the reason. doing that now would get into slightly spoiler territory, but in rereading it, i do think someone could make a reasonable inference based on what was said in ch19, and also in things that have been touched on waaay back, as to why mondo isn't present in ways taka has been said to be. i'm keeping my wording vague because to be 100% honest, certain aspects of this lore are so deeply established and it's just been a given for Me in My head for so long that i forget sometimes what has been revealed and what quite hasn't yet, and funnily enough that's mostly in relation to the broader concept i'm referring to now. i don't want to drop something in passing in a reply and then end up with an inbox of "wait what?!?!?!" from unintentionally spoiling something 💀 good news is, on the maki front at least, i expect the why to be answered...relatively soon.

i will say, your mention of the family tree wrt: maki is relieving because in my planning docs. GOD what a mess. not necessarily for her but for All the kids and their parents. i havent tried to physically map it all yet but i will someday and it will probably kill me. the entirety of maki's has been stated or at least implied in-story though, so for clarification's sake:

taka and mondo (godly parent) are maki's fathers. mondo and fuyuhiko are good friends/"business partners" (lmfao). as a gesture of mutual respect/a showcase of their close bond, fuyuhiko was designated maki's godfather (in the traditional sense [but also to me, connorlizabeth bazwrites, as a dumbass nod to their gang/mob/yakuza connections]). and mondo was dubbed tenko's godfather by fuyuhiko (godly parent).

WOW this got long and so very very off topic Oopsie. however in rereading this 800 times it seems a waste not to post it when i've made sure there's no spoilers beyond what can be (imo) sussed out through a close reread (or what will become more relevant as more is revealed in canon). this has Also reminded me to give the most recent chapter a reread, as i plan to get started on 20 around new year, so thank you! hope the predictably massive word dump is worth <3

[luvwich]

snippet from a future chapter of crescent & redwood — i've got this whole b-plot cookin that i'm not totally sure i'll be able to pull together, so this may or may not make it into the final draft. but it's AVney time!

(prev post about AVneys here)

(Thursday, June 16, 2044. Manila, New Philippines.) Manila, Summer of '44. The QuantaDaan Market pulses like an oversized heart in the broad chest of the Quiapo district. Neon sprinkles the canvas tent-tops beneath which vendors hawk batteries, duck eggs, cyberdecks, and rice-flour desserts of every color and shape. Hundreds of feet overhead, airborne jalopies clank in wobbling trails, resembling floating tin cans, half-crushed. Their dented bodies are splashed with stickers covering gaudy, chipped paint jobs. These tin cans are called "AVneys": an evolution of the landlocked jeepney. The parade of colors marching through airspace looks as though Christmas, Diwali, and the Fourth of July all barfed into the sky and got stuck up there.

Beneath the festive traffic jam in the clouds, a young woman navigates the human maze of the marketplace. Her lavender hair blends in with the sea of fashionable pastels worn by others her age. "Thea," calls a vendor as she passes, "oxtail today! Good price for you." "Save me a kilo," she says, without stopping. "Thea?" Someone else waves from the crowd. "Not now." The woman, no older than twenty-five, chops a zigzag path toward the taxi stands where folks queue up for transportation by ground and air alike. One of the sky-jalopies descends to the landing pad, rotors humming, its prismatic paint job grasping the tropical sunlight without letting go. The woman, whose name is Althea, swings herself into the cabin of the AVney. "Hi, miss," says the pilot. "Saan po kayo pupunta?" She speaks before fully catching her breath. "Does this vehicle have clearance to enter San Miguel airspace?" "Yes, miss," says the pilot. Her voice is clipped and lilting like a broken-legged bird of paradise. "Let me see your license, na." He produces it from the glove compartment, whistling a pop tune as he tilts the vehicle to a higher altitude. "Salamat po." She takes the lacquered rectangle, inspects it, and slides it into the front pocket of her vest. "What are you—" The handle of a revolver meets the man's nose in a fountain of red. The sky is interrupted by a straight, screaming line as the pilot plunges to the teeming streets below. Blood splatters the kiosks, the marketplace closes early, and above it all the cheerful AVney swings in a wide U-turn toward San Miguel as Althea Torralba takes the wheel.

[youllallriseintheink]

The Rise of Team Skull, chapter 4: Saving Grace

This is a story that goes through Guzma’s backstory, from childhood to fairly close to Sun and Moon’s canon.

This is the final chapter. Thanks to everyone who’s read through it!

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Guzma exited the town hall, hands in his pockets and forcing his usual grin. The two grunts he’s brought along for moral support were waiting for him.

“Did you get it, boss?” the male grunt asked eagerly.

“Nah,” Guzma replied, beginning to walk away from the building as the others followed, “But that’s fine. If they’d given it to me, I woulda thrown it right back in their faces, cuz while I was on my journey, I came up with an even better idea to get Team Skull back in business. It’s not like I wanted to spend all day herding island challengers anyways. My love is crime. My love is Team Skull. This journey gave me the strength to be the best leader ever. And,” Guzma threw a wad of cash at the grunt, “good trainers make decent money while on their journeys. Once we’re home, why don’t you take everyone living in the Shady Chateau somewhere else? I wanna be alone for the night.”

“Including Plumeria?”

“Especially Plumeria. And here, take these for the night, too.” Guzma handed the grunt his five pokéballs.

“Whatever you say, boss,” the grunt said with some concern in his voice. “Can I ask ‘bout the idea?”

“I’ll tell ya tomorrow,” Guzma promised, pretending not to notice her concern. He knew it wasn’t like him to want to be alone, especially if he was as confident as he was acting about his new idea.

“Oh, and you-” Guzma said to the female grunt.

“Yeah, boss?”

“Steal all their buginium Z. They won’t be usin’ it anyways.”

Guzma couldn’t come up with an idea on the boat ride home, and so it brought him some anxiety when the two grunts started spreading the word about it the second they were in Po Town. Guzma brushed off his team’s words of condolence and questions about the idea as he got to the Shady Chateau, and once everyone was out of it, he locked it. Thankfully he didn’t run into Plumeria. She wouldn’t have bought his bluff.

The clock in the entry hall read six pm. What time would Team Skull demand to know what the idea was? Noon? Later? He had somewhere between eighteen and twenty-four hours to figure out how to keep his team together.

Guzma paced the upstairs hallways for hours, trying to come up with something. The Shady Chateau was so gloomy without anyone in it. Guzma had had a lot of good times there with his friends, but looking at it now, with its graffitied walls and broken glass on the filthy floors? It just made him feel more like a failure who’d brought a bunch of people down with him. If he’d just done what Plumeria said and let her go in his place, she wouldn’t have screwed everything up and their problems would be solved.

“What is wrong with you!?” Guzma screamed as he picked up a heavy box and chucked it. It hit the chandelier, which fell onto the stairway and shattered. Of course it did. As Guzma stood there, his body heaving and his fists curled as he panted and shook from emotion, he heard a delicate knock at the door. With some effort, Guzma pulled himself together and answered it.

In the doorway was a beautiful woman: tall, immaculately dressed, and with well-kept platinum blonde hair coming down to her thighs. What someone like that was doing in Po town was a mystery.

“Who the Hell are you?” Guzma grumbled.

“Alola,” the woman began, giving Guzma a wave and a sunny smile. Many well-off women might be intimidated by a tall, burly, and clearly enraged young man, but she evidently wasn’t. “I’m Lusamine, president of the Aether Foundation. I saw your failure to get instated on TV. You’re obviously a very powerful trainer, you run a very loyal little group here, and I hate that they’re denying you what you deserve. I’ll tell you what: what if I pay you to send some of your members off to do the Aether Foundation’s dirty work? We could even help you with your power grid as a bonus. What do you say?”

“Deal,” Guzma answered hastily. Not like he could afford to be choosy.

Lusamine seemed a little taken aback that it was that easy. “You don’t want to talk about the details or anything?”

“Sure, give me the details.”

“Well,” Lusamine began, “there’s a leader of Ula’Ula I could negotiate with to get your utilities turned back on. Once they’re on, I’ll start sending you your orders through video call. Don’t communicate with me any other way, and don’t record anything- we’ll be keeping this under the table. I’ll pay you by the task. I can’t guaruntee that I’ll have enough work for your team to live off of, but you’ll have the utilities for free unless you quit or I have to replace you. Is that a deal?” Lusamine’s unnervingly pleasant smile didn’t match the words coming out of her mouth.

“Yeah. Yeah, sounds good.”

“Good! Is anyone else home tonight? Your home looks a little, well...” Lusamine trailed off.

“No one’s home.”

“Perfect.” Lusamine walked past him. She looked around a bit, found a closet with some cleaning supplies, and started sweeping up dirt and broken bottles. For a moment, Guzma could only watch in confusion. “It’s so nice that disadvantaged kids have found a place here. I bet for a lot of you, it’s your first real family, isn’t it?” Lusamine mused.

“Uh.” Guzma was torn. On one hand, he didn’t want to risk upsetting his only way to improve Team Skull’s living conditions, and free cleaning wasn’t the worst thing in the world. On the other hand, something about this woman skeeved him out, and her attempt at buttering him up couldn’t be more transparent. “Leave the spray paint, okay? We like it. Or actually, let me get something straight: we don’t need a mom, ‘kay? I’m taking good care of these guys.”

Lusamine put aside the broom. “Oh, of course. They’re so lucky to have a big man like you to help them. You’ve clearly been very strong and responsible for them. Should I be going, then?” It was as though a switch had been flipped between her viewing Guzma as a child desperate for mothering to viewing him as a man desperate for praise.

“Yeah, if you want.”

“Okay. I’ll call you at eight pm the day your power comes back on,” Lusamine said. Then, she left.

Guzma closed the door and shuddered. Something about that woman wasn’t right. But the praise had felt nice, and clearly she meant some of it if she was letting his team do her dirty work. At least they’d mostly be communicating over video.

The lights came on the next morning: a perfect way for Guzma to show his team that he wasn’t bluffing when he said their lives were about to get a lot better. That night, Guzma received his first order from Lusamine: someone had seen something in the Aether Foundation they weren’t meant to, and Lusamine wanted Team Skull to track him down and erase his memories using a psychic type. Other methods of silencing him were to be avoided except as a last resort. It was certainly a crime beyond anything Guzma had done before, but so long as they avoided that “last resort,” he was cool with it, and the one million poké reward money didn’t lie. It wasn’t ideal, but Team Skull was back in business.

[envelopedbyoblivion]

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Chapters: 1/7 Fandom: Empires SMP, 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series, Hermitcraft SMP, Double Life SMP Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jimmy | Solidarity/TangoTek, Charles | Grian/Ryan | GoodTimesWithScar, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Jimmy | Solidarity, TangoTek (Video Blogging RPF), Charles | Grian, Ryan | GoodTimesWithScar, impulseSV (Video Blogging RPF), ZombieCleo (Video Blogging RPF), Original Characters Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Empires SMP Setting (Video Blogging RPF), Sheriff Jimmy | Solidarity, Highwayman TangoTek, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Background Character Death, Jimmy | Solidarity Needs a Hug, TangoTek Needs A Hug (Video Blogging RPF), they both get one, TangoTek has PTSD, Jimmy | Solidarity Has Self-Esteem Issues, Panic Attacks, Seizures, Dissociation, Heteronormativity, Watcher Charles | Grian, Suicide Attempt, kinda sorta not really - Freeform, This has a happy ending I promise Series: Part 1 of The Highwayman AU Summary:

Fate walks many paths – but for each person, it only wears one face. Sheriff Jimmy Solidarity’s fate is a handsome red-eyed highwayman who saves Jimmy from a group of bandits. Despite being on opposite sides of the law, something keeps bringing them together, tangible as gravity and inevitable as death.

Which will get to them first? What will win out – a growing relationship between them, or their obligations to the life they’ve chosen for themselves?

New Chapters Will Be Posted Every Day!

16 notes - Posted September 4, 2022

#4

re-reading the highwayman (because it is extremely good!) and I have two very silly questions: did deputy norman know jimmy had a cat also named norman? and did cleo ever get paid jimmy's ransom?

i don't fully expect you have an answer to either so while i'm here I'd just like to say that your writing style is incredibly vivid. the characters, their movements, their appearance and the locations are all so solid in my mind while reading it's amazing. i've really been struggling to draw tango but with your description of him i got something i really like! so thank you for that!

i will probably be back when i finish again either with another silly question or to lose my mind over the ending in a public place because very genuinely "you're allowed to have him" pops into my head at random and makes me insane all over again you have no idea. might need to get it out of my system. thank you and good day!!! :D

I will absolutely answer any questions!!

1. I don’t think Norman knows. It’s a combination of Norman not caring enough to ask, and Jimmy being too embarrassed to tell him.

2. I don’t think Tango paid Cleo. Either Impulse paid it, or she forgave it because of everything that happened after. Or, because they did go back and visit after the events of the story, she held it over his head in a joke-threatening-way. Or maybe not joking. No one knows

You’re so kind! I’m so glad you enjoyed it <3 did you post your tango art anywhere? I’d love to see it!

Thank you so much! Feel free to send asks any time. I love people yelling at me about my work, whether it’s asking questions or sending their favorite quote or just screaming incoherently /pos /gen

<3

20 notes - Posted October 2, 2022

#3

i am grasping your shoulders and looking deep into your eyes. i am so god damn excited for your fwhimmy fic

You should be!! I think it’s turning out pretty well. It’ll be explicit, so I don’t know if I’ll post a link on tumblr or not.

It’ll probably be posted Tuesday/Wednesday-ish. So just keep an eye out!! :D

34 notes - Posted October 9, 2022

#2

I am craving Rancher Duo content. Send me recommendations!!! I need to read something. No that’s not enough, I need to absorb them.

Them. Them.

In return a provide a (totally not self-centered) recommendation for The Highwayman, now with incredible fanart by @almondcheerios and @jackassbroadcast

Sheriff Jimmy and Bandit/Highwayman Tango my beloved. 70,000 words. Completed.

34 notes - Posted September 22, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Chapters: 7/7 Fandom: Empires SMP, 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series, Hermitcraft SMP, Double Life SMP Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jimmy | Solidarity/TangoTek, Charles | Grian/Ryan | GoodTimesWithScar, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Jimmy | Solidarity, TangoTek (Video Blogging RPF), Charles | Grian, Ryan | GoodTimesWithScar, impulseSV (Video Blogging RPF), ZombieCleo (Video Blogging RPF), Original Characters, Joe Hills | joehillssays, EthosLab (Video Blogging RPF) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Empires SMP Setting (Video Blogging RPF), Sheriff Jimmy | Solidarity, Highwayman TangoTek, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Background Character Death, Jimmy | Solidarity Needs a Hug, TangoTek Needs A Hug (Video Blogging RPF), they both get one, TangoTek has PTSD, Jimmy | Solidarity Has Self-Esteem Issues, Panic Attacks, Seizures, Dissociation, Heteronormativity, Watcher Charles | Grian, Suicide Attempt, kinda sorta not really - Freeform, This has a happy ending I promise, First Kiss, Implied Sexual Content, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Jimmy | Solidarity’s Cat Norman, Not RPF Series: Part 1 of The Highwayman AU Summary:

Fate walks many paths – but for each person, it only wears one face. Sheriff Jimmy Solidarity’s fate is a handsome red-eyed highwayman who saves Jimmy from a group of bandits. Despite being on opposite sides of the law, something keeps bringing them together, tangible as gravity and inevitable as death.

Which will get to them first? What will win out – a growing relationship between them, or their obligations to the life they’ve chosen for themselves?

New Chapters Will Be Posted Every Day!

55 notes - Posted September 10, 2022

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[milkovichs]

okay, so i only just got into reading shameless fic during this past year (despite having watched the show since 2011 lmao) but i’ve managed to binge-read so many gallavich fics recently that i thought i’d share some of my favorites here! not all the fics listed are complete—those that aren’t finished are labelled (wip)!

— cooperative gameplay by grayola – explicit / 421.8k words

At nineteen years old, Ian Gallagher’s stuck. Stuck in a minimum-wage job he hates. Stuck in the same boring routine–sleep, wake, work, take your meds, Ian!, try not to lose it day after day after day. But after his little brother introduces him to MICK MILK, a frustratingly hot horror gamer he watches on YouTube, Ian’s life will never be the same.

[my notes: this fic is a fucking masterpiece! i started reading it around the time chapter five was posted, and oh my god let me tell you, waiting for each new update was glorious torture. the story starts with ian becoming a fanboy of the youtuber mickmilk, until their first meeting at a gamer convention goes horribly awry—flipping everything on its head and changing the course of both of their lives forever. @gallavichy truly never fails, this fic is gorgeous and evocative, and the characters are so well-written and fleshed out. anyway, i’m so sad this fic is finished and i already miss these boys so much. guess it’s time for another re-read!]

— like real people do by grayola – explicit / 213.7k words

At the age of 26, Mickey Milkovich gets his first apartment, his first wifi connection, and his first kiss. How he gets from wifi to kissing is a complicated story. (In which Mickey is socially anxious, Ian is a frustratingly lovable escort working through an app, Mickey downloads said app, and the rest is history.)

[my notes: this was my first introduction to @gallavichy’s incredible fics, plus one of the first fics i ever read for this fandom, and i have literally never looked back. essentially, mickey meets ian through an app, and subsequently falls in love. i’m typically not super into online dating aus, however this fic is so beautiful and tender, i pretty much consumed the whole thing in a day! also, there’s a sequel currently being written that retells the story from ian’s pov, and it’s fucking fantastic.]

— how i’m imaginin’ you by beebabycastiel – explicit / 135.4k words

Recently released from prison on a manslaughter charge, Mickey Milkovich isn’t looking for anything messy. He’s had enough messes for a life time with prison, his piece of shit dad, and his drugged-up brothers. He just wants to work forty hours per week to keep his PO off his back and make sure his little sister doesn’t have another breakdown. Keeping his new life as tidy as possible should be easy. Except there’s an annoying red-haired dancer at the club he works at who keeps talking to him, and nothing about Ian Gallagher is tidy.

[my notes: i love the way this author writes ian and his relationship with both mandy (their friendship is so sweet literally besties) and mickey (do i even need to explain it? they’re soulmates). this mickey is fresh off a stint in prison (for reasons that are slowly uncovered throughout the fic that i refuse to spoil!) and is living with mandy while working as a bouncer for the club ian dances at. and from ian & mickey’s very first meeting the sexual tension is just like. insanely fucking palpable. and the slow burn that follows! holy shit. you’ve gotta read this one for the description of their first kiss alone!]

— furlough by loftec – explicit / 34.1k words

Ian looks like he’s trying to figure him out, eyes searching and brows furrowed, he’s practically shaking and Mickey thinks he might be holding himself back for his sake, waiting for Mickey to give him permission to reach out, to feel, to touch. Mickey’s mind is fucking screaming for him to do it, but his body is still stupidly withdrawn. 1449 days since Ian last touched him. (Or: twenty-four hours of Mickey Milkovich getting some of the things he deserves.)

[my notes: okay so this fic. wow. it was published after 6x01 aired, so it continues the storyline where mickey gets locked up, but diverges from canon in that he never breaks out and escapes to mexico like he does in season seven. the fic begins with mickey having already completed four years of his sentence, however, mickey is granted a furlough which allows him to be released under supervision for twenty-four hours in order to attend terry’s funeral. it’s absolutely heart-wrenching, but with an incredibly bittersweet, yet hopeful ending.]

— someone to hold me up by westernredcedar – explicit / 37.3k words

Just beside the shattered front window is a man, lying flat on his back, a pool of blood growing from his left side. Ian shouts to Sue. The man’s been shot. More than once. It’s Terry Milkovich.

[my notes: whenever a fic explores an au post season six regarding mickey’s stay in prison (like “furlough”) i’m just. dead on sight. anyway, in this au, mickey only spends about a year and a half in prison before he’s released, but he doesn’t contact ian once he’s out, and the two don’t run into each other for another year and a half. ian’s been working as an emt, and his rig is the first to respond to a call involving terry milkovich as the victim of a drive-by shooting (love that for us!)—this leads to ian finally discovering that mickey’s been released. it’s been three years since the last time the boys saw each other and the pain! oh my god the pain. overall, this is a gorgeous story focusing on forgiveness and growth and a love that lasts a lifetime.]

— love is a ballfield by and_i_take_it – explicit / 158.7k words (wip)

Ian and Mickey are teammates on a Triple-A baseball club where they bond over their similar life circumstances. Neither of them want to chance ruining their shot at the major leagues so they attempt to keep their feelings for one another at bay. Until, of course, they can’t.

[my notes: this fic is absolutely iconic. it has amazing characterization, and the intense sexual tension between our boys is so perfectly done, it captures their incredible chemistry from canon and channels it into an au about baseball, of all things. admittedly, i know next to nothing about baseball, but the descriptions about the game/team somehow managed to get me to care for the sport (fictionally, at least). definitely give this one a read, even if you just want to imagine ian & mickey being sexy in locker rooms.]

— things beyond mistake by grayola – explicit / 130.5k words (wip)

In the 90s and early 00s, they were distant neighbors on a long, dirt road out in the middle of vaguely Georgia farmland. Ian and Mickey: two poor, closeted Southern kids with similar financial situations but very different families, harboring secret crushes that felt illegal and that manifested themselves as sharp words, punches, and self-loathing. In 2021, Ian, a high school teacher in need of a fresh start, returns to his childhood home after nearly 20 years to find himself once more sharing a lonely dirt road with Mickey, the boy he once knew and the man he’s desperate to get to know.

[my notes: this fic is so unique and breathtaking i honestly don’t know how to even describe it. once again, @gallavichy​ has rendered me speechless with her amazing gift for storytelling and prose. as it says in the description, the fic starts with ian & mickey growing up as neighbors in rural georgia until ian’s family moves, and then they don’t see one another for seventeen (17!) whole years. even just the premise destroys me because i’m such an emotional bitch when it comes to the passage of time, but couple that with a beautiful and tender story of two grown men in their mid-thirties reconnecting with their childhood crushes in their hometown? not to mention all the super compelling side characters and intricate backstories! holy shit. i don’t know how it’s possible, but i have a feeling that this fic is gonna destroy me even more than “cooperative gameplay” already has, which is just. wow. gray is truly unmatched.]

— intro to quantum dating by spoonfulstar – mature / 454.8k words (wip)

This isn’t what Ian expected of college. The movies had lied to him. (Or: another College AU.)

[my notes: i’m kind of obsessed with the dialogue in this fic? every conversation honestly feels like it could be taken straight from the show’s script, it captures the characters’ voices so well. i adore how low-stakes the plot of this fic is—sometimes you really just want to read about these boys falling in love and exploring their lives together! this fic serves the perfect blend of college fuckery and soft, tender moments between the boys (when they take a break from being their canon snarky, asshole selves, that is). also, as someone who’s super into linguistics as a field of study, having that be ian’s major was such a cool surprise!]

— since we’re alone by buffymilkovich & lethargicmick – explicit / 246.4k words (wip)

When Mickey Milkovich first got to the University of Michigan he had two goals; play hockey and get drafted into the NHL. But by his junior year, he’s at risk of losing his full ride scholarship because of his slipping grades. Enter Ian Gallagher, an ambitious and fiery redhead who takes his job as Mickey’s tutor way too seriously and seems determined on making his life a living hell. (Or: a college AU where Mickey is a hockey player and Ian is studious as fuck. They are everything the other one hates. Or so they think...)

[my notes: what is this? another sports-driven fic, you say? apparently i’m into sports now—seeing as “love is a ballfield” and “since we’re alone” somehow managed to get me interested in both baseball and hockey... i suspect witchcraft. anyway! i love a good enemies (more like annoyances lmao) to lovers trope, so this fic hits all the boxes for me. throw in jock!mickey & nerd!ian, a little bit of oblivious pining, plus a titillating journey to self-acceptance, and i’m good to go! truly, this fic is so lovely and beautifully written, i can’t wait for the rest!]

— muse by toraten – explicit / 35.6k words

Mickey thinks he’s hot, maybe the hottest guy in here tonight, but there is something about the glitter splattered across his perfectly smooth chest and the shaved legs that irks him. He’s wearing tight black bike shorts that make up for a lot, if he hasn’t stuffed the front with a sock or something, but the perfectly preened look just isn’t for Mickey. And yet, this particular dancer has already locked eyes with him now, and he’s looking at Mickey like he’s trying to make a point.

[my notes: this fic is so gorgeous i kind of can’t get over it. mickey’s an interior designer (groomzilla-era mickey! i miss you!) who runs into ian—a dancer at a gay club that turns tricks on the side in order to pay for his education. despite the fic being from mickey’s pov, not only does it explore mickey’s own emotional hang-ups, it also manages to deal with ian’s self-worth issues regarding his bipolar disorder & his experiences with sex work (both implied underage and in the present) super well. it’s left somewhat open ended, but it’s so beautifully done that it’s clear everything will work out. that’s just the power of love, babes!]

— ian gallagher and all of his mistakes by toraten – explicit / 218.4k words (wip)

Sometimes, on his early shifts when he starts at six a.m. and the guy comes in at six thirty, like a whirlwind with a dirt streaked face or a bloody lip or a black eye, but ordering his coffee like he doesn’t look like he just got into a car crash, Ian thinks he hallucinates him. This little guy can’t actually exist out there in the world, right? He’s not actually part of society, is he? Surely, this angry asshole only exists in Ian’s diseased mind? (Or: in which everything is about the same, except that Ian Gallagher and Mickey Milkovich meet each other a little later in life—a little more mature, a little more stable—and manage to make a million mistakes anyway.)

[my notes: okay firstly, just as a heads-up, this fic hasn’t been updated for a little more than a year, so i’m not entirely sure whether it’s been fully abandoned or not. however, considering it’s basically a slice-of-life fic, i think the story could very easily be considered complete as it is (even if the author decides not to write anything else)—as of the latest chapter, ian & mickey have been together and happy for multiple years. either way, you should seriously give this fic a read! the dialogue, characterization, and laid-back plot of this fic are super reminiscent of “intro to quantum dating” (which i adore, of course), and who knows? maybe seeing all of the kudos/comments left on their fic will motivate the author to finish it!]

— let the bodies do the talkin’ by captain_jowl – explicit / 75.1k words (wip)

After combing the greater Chicago area, Mickey comes to the conclusion that trying to find a good fuck is a big pain in the ass, and not in a good way. And now this Gallagher guy, who looks like he cries during sex, keeps showing up at his work and making eyes at him. There’s absolutely no way that soft-looking motherfucker can handle Mickey.

[my notes: because of the description, i didn’t go into this fic expecting much plot-wise besides burning hot smut, and i ended up getting all that and more! not only are the sex scenes exquisitely written, but the emotional depth of the characters is fantastic. i especially love how the author represents mickey’s newly found comfort in his sexuality, and ian’s self-worth issues (regarding the objectification of his body). i can’t wait to see how it all works out!]

— gotta get you into my life by thrillingdetectivetales – explicit / 8.6k words

‘wyd firecrotch.’

Short and to the point in standard Mickey Milkovich fashion. Ian bit back a smile and tapped out: ‘babysitting, y?’ It wasn’t strictly accurate, but Ian figured it was close enough. He tucked his phone into his hand but didn’t bother putting it away. A few seconds later, it chimed with a reply. ‘4 real?’ Ian smirked and rolled his eyes. ‘ya.’

‘fuck that shit,’ Mickey sent back, so fast that Ian didn’t even have time to flip his phone closed before it was chirping again, three times in quick succession. ‘i’m outside. brought a joint. ur welcome.’

[my notes: i’m an absolute sucker for ian & mickey’s season one/two dynamic because there’s simply so much real estate to work with. this fic is a perfect example of that; it explores, through ian’s eyes, the obvious magnetism they feel toward each other—mickey literally goes out of his way to spend time with ian despite his canon, put-upon uninterested demeanor. not to mention the sex is really hot lmao. we love to see a repressed mickey finally getting dicked down right!]

— proof by pink_ink – explicit / 10.7k words

Ian and Mickey are reunited in Season Two.

[my notes: literally what did i just say—i love me some season two dynamic! this fits right into canon, somehow perfectly capturing the feeling of mickey’s tiny little look at ian after he says “whatever, liking what i like don’t make me a bitch” in 2.02, and condensing that specific energy into a fic. however, because it follows canon, you know bad times are coming their way, so the ending with mickey getting locked up lends the rest of a fic such a bittersweet feeling; that particular, aching brand of angst stemming from the fact that, unfortunately, these happy summer days don’t last forever. it’s honestly really beautifully done.]

— that ‘redhead babyface/fuck-u-up’ duality by whatthebodygraspsnot – explicit / 90.7k words (wip)

The absolute last thing Mickey expects when he goes to the bar is to get badgered into doing softcore porn, but the money sounds good. And this redhead won’t leave him the fuck alone until he agrees. And maybe partnering up with him for a couple POV shots wouldn’t be the worst thing on the planet. (Mickey’s smart enough to recognize a slippery slope when he wants to. But he’s gotta want to. And tonight the slippery slope is wearing body glitter and short-shorts.)

[my notes: truthfully, i’m not really into reading anything involving the porn industry in fics, which is why i typically steer clear of any aus about the boys as pornstars or whatever, but this is a such a refreshing take on the concept! it starts off with ian doing solo cam-work, then spotting mickey in a bar and deciding he would be the perfect partner for a scene. i think the fact that the boys aren’t having sex on a film-set surrounded by a crew (and that they are ultimately in charge of their experience together) is why this fic works so well for me—not to mention the gorgeous writing and constantly building emotional tension between the two as they begin to catch feelings. @whatthebodygraspsnot is an amazing author! i mean, the use of metaphor alone!]

— elevator music by gallavichsecurity – explicit / 68.6k words (wip)

He’s late, he’s covered in coffee, and he’s trapped in an elevator with the biggest asshole he’s ever met in his life. (Fifteen minutes ago, Ian Gallagher slept through his alarm—and things have only gotten worse since then.)

[my notes: this fic is the perfect meet-ugly! ian is clumsy and frantic, mickey is grumpy and stressed, there’s some spilled coffee and a stuck elevator and nothing about this moment is ideal for first impressions. at the same time, ian’s growing obsessed with running around chicago, on a quest to find particular street-murals, and mickey is begrudgingly becoming endeared to the pushy, redheaded emt living next door. i love the unfolding of this story, and i can’t wait for ian to discover the identity of the artist responsible for ian’s new favorite past-time.]

— apartment 4a by skiesbelow – explicit / 55.2k words (wip)

Two years after his diagnosis, Ian is finally stable, but feeling a little lost. When the chaos of the Gallagher home gets to be too much, he decides to move out. He answers a roommate ad, and gets more than he bargained for.

[my notes: i’m obsessed with ian’s immediate infatuation with mickey in this fic, it’s super reminiscent of his season one energy—heart-eyes for fucking days (even when mickey acts cold and indifferent toward him). i can already tell their push-and-pull is gonna frustrate the shit out of me (in the best possible way), which just means that all of the loving moments to come will be made even sweeter for it!]

— shut the door and let go by lyricallyharley – explicit / 8.2k words

“Was I just invited to a sleepover?”

“Fuck you, is what you were invited to.”

[my notes: i simply die for any fic focusing on the night before the dreaded events of 3x666, and this fic is just wonderful. i love seeing mickey finally embracing ian’s tenderness for the first time (and any story that headcanons ian as mickey’s first kiss gets an a+ from me.) also, not me reading this and straight up refusing to think about what’s to come in the morning. that shit doesn’t belong here, the gallavich sleepover is sacred ground.]

— a little bit of tender mercy by beebabycastiel – explicit / 34.4k words (wip)

“My neighbor keeps using my address to get their embarrassing packages delivered” AU. (Or: a story about healing, learning to trust, falling in love, and mail fraud.

[my notes: this fic has me asking so many questions right off the bat: why is mickey using ian’s address? what is he getting delivered? what is embarrassing about it? i’m so intrigued. as always, i adore me some cat-dad!mickey, and ian behaving all caring and attentive toward a skittish mickey (who’s clearly going through a hard time). it’s pretty early in the fic yet, but i’m loving it so far!]

[bluskye-27]

Ace X Filipino! Reader

Chapter 2: "Oh my Gulay!"

()- translation

"Are you mad?"

"No, I am not mad."

"Then why do you keep sitting on two benches away from me?"

The girl huffed at him, crossing her arms. "I am not mad."

"You sure?"

"....Yes."

"What's with the pause, then?"

"I don't know!"

"Oh, re-" Ace was then interrupted by a loud growling. Cue an embarrassed freckled man.

Amused, the girl decided to tease him back, smirking. "Oh, someone's hungry~" Ace pouted at her, shaking his head.

"I'm not- *louder growls* hungry..."

The brunette laughed at the red-faced foreigner. Toning down her laugh to quiet giggles, she pointed before her.

"Wanna eat there, then? My treat!"

......

"Woah.." Ace gawked at the vast array of food on the menu, mind-muddled as he couldn't choose what to eat. 'They all look delicious!' He turned to look at the girl beside him, silently pleading for help.

The said girl shook her head at him, smiling, "I got this, dude. Get us a table. I'll handle our order." She patted the freckled male's shoulder before sauntering to the cashier. Her companion then went to a table, pulling out his phone to take pictures that took his interest, taking a goofy selfie occasionally.

"Magandang tanghali! Ano pong gusto nilang order-in?" (Good afternoon! What would you like to order?) The peppy old woman quipped, smiling at the younger female. The latter returned the smile, "Magandang tanghali din po! Maaari po bang umorder ng...." (Good afternoon to you too! Can I order...) The girl was conflicted, after all, she doesn't know what her companion would like. "Uh..."

"Ineng, pwede gang pakibilisan? Ang daming tao, eh." (Child, can you hurry up? There's a lot of people waiting, you know.) The older woman teased, causing the girl's face to redden in embarrassment. "Ah, sige po! Paorder nga po ng..." (Ah, okay! May I order...) And the girl started to list out her order, hoping her new 'friend' would like them.

Ace looked at the girl who was ordering at the counter. 'Damn, she really looks cute with her rosy cheeks... I wonder what those luscious lips taste like?' He gulped, unconsciously licking his own slightly. He then felt a tap on his shoulders. The freckled boy quickly looked to the right where the tap came from and saw a very annoyed woman beside him.

"Hoy, ikaw! Parang namumukhaan kitang lalaki ka! Di ba ikaw yung-" (Hey, you! I think I know you from somewhere! Aren't you the one who-) Then she continued to rant, making Ace sweat in fear.

'Who was she? I don't even understand what she's saying though she looks familiar. Why is she glaring daggers at me? Hmm..' Ace trailed off, thinking to himself. His train of thoughts was soon interrupted when he heard a familiar voice. He looked behind the ranting lady to see a familiar face. His eyes lightened up when he recognized who it was, a grin replacing his previous frown.

"Uh, Miss?" Ace's girl- I mean, Ace's 'companion' decided to interrupt the pissed-off lady. "What seems to be the problem here?" She raised a brow at her, confused at the scene before her.

The woman stopped talking, turned to look at the newcomer, and sized her up.

"Well, this guy here *pointed at the surprised Ace* pushed me off the way earlier! He even stepped on my expensive shoes!" She screamed in frustration, face red in anger. "He even had the audacity to bow at me, say a simple sorry, and then run off! He didn't even try to pay back for my poor shoes!" Huffing, the lady crossed her arms, glaring at Ace.

Now everyone in the restaurant is spectating, expecting a girl fight to break out. Ha, typical Marites-es.

"Uhm, I see. I'm terribly sorry, Ma'am. But from what I have observed from your statements, my friend *gestures towards the male* already apologized. So I think this argument is unnecessary-" The angered woman then cuts the brunette off, now livid.

"EXCUSE ME? UNNECESSARY? DON'T MAKE ME LAUGH, GIRLY! AS YOU CAN SEE, YOUR STUPID BOY TOY RUINED MY GUCCI SHOES! A SIMPLE SORRY WON'T COMPENSATE FOR WHAT HE DID!"

Huffing, the brunette decided to level up her sassiness. "Uh, excuse you, Ma'am. But from what I see here, your shoes are just a poor imitation of Gucci. Heck, why does it have the word 'Cuggi' on it? Expensive? More like cheap ass shoes you got from a Divisoria."

The people watching expectantly gasped, some even doing the typical "Ooh!", knowing that the younger female was right. The lady's shoes are just an imitation. They all think it's just 200 pesos at a Divisoria, not the 20,000 pesos one.

Burning red wrinkled face caked with make-up, the woman decided to walk away, trying to harshly collide her shoulder against her victorious competitor. Her plan failed miserably due to the younger one moving out of her way. The former clicked her tongue in disdain before going out and away from her humiliating defeat.

The freckled boy was about to say something, but the girl placed her smaller hands on his shoulders and started to shake him a bit. "Hey, are you okay? Did she hurt you?" Ace's face turned red in awe and flustered at the pretty girl's concern for him. Especially on how smaller her hands are than his-

"Uh-huh, yep, mhm, I am." The girl then pulled her hands away, much to the male's dismay.

"I see. I wouldn't have to throw hands at her then!" Laughing nervously, the brunette took the seat across him, a receipt in hand. "We'll just have to wait for our order. It might take a while since I ordered a lot."

Ace nodded absentmindedly, staring into nothingness.

It took a while before their food arrived, which was just enough time for the freckled male to finally calm down, still slightly red at the tips of his ears. "Thanks. For helping, I mean." The girl merely smiled at him.

"Huh? You're welcome, dude. Don't sweat it." The brunette smiled wider at him. 'She has such a beautiful smile,' he thought to himself dreamily.

After the food arrived, the two ate the majority of their meals without much words passing between them. The only sound is the occasional chomping of food or the clinking of forks. The young brunette finished her meal, turning to look at the other, only to find him fast asleep with crumbs surrounding him. A slight chuckle escaped the girl, gently nudging the sleeping Ace to wake him up.

Said male jolted awake, immediately recognizing his surroundings. He then rubbed his head, confused. "Mmm, whaaat?" He looked around and froze once he noticed the girl sitting opposite to him. 'Why is she laughing at me? Was it because I fell asleep while eating again?'

"Uhhh, I'm sorry, I didn't sleep well last night..." 'That and I have narcolepsy,' Ace murmured guiltily, scratching his neck awkwardly. The brunette just shook her head. "You need to sleep more, man. Who knows? What if you fell asleep while eating soup, huh?" The male shivered at the thought, remembering that it had already happened to him before. "Mhm, noted." He chuckled nervously before lifting his glass of juice to drink it.

"Hmm, I'm glad I didn't order any soup. I would not know what to do without you if you drowned then" Ace looked over to see the brunette smiling at him, causing butterflies to stir inside his tummy as she winked playfully. The male blinked, feeling his cheeks heat up as he blushed, averting his eyes to gaze at the floor. 'Why am I so affected by her? She's just a stranger.' Ace inwardly shook his head at himself before clearing his throat, breaking the silence.

"So... um, who are you?" The freckled man asked casually as they were enjoying the lighthearted atmosphere of the resto. 'Wow, why did you ask that, idiot?! Now the mood is ruined because of you! Stupid!'

The girl then laughed, pulling Ace from his inner turmoil. "How stupid of me! I forgot to introduce myself!" Leaning forward and offering the male her hand, she smiled. "I'm Y/n! And you are..?"

Ace smiled back at her, freckled cheeks burning slightly as he shook her hand gently. "My name is Ace!" Now it's Y/n's turn to blush at his handsomeness, her smile faltering.

'Oh my gulay! Ang gwapo nya- (Oh my vegetable! (a somewhat substitute for gosh/God) He's so handsome-) Stop it, you dumb idiot! If you keep getting distracted like that, you're gonna get embarrassed.' The brunette girl then made intense eye contact with her newfound friend, a shy smile tugging on her lips. "Nice to meet you, Ace."

"Same goes to you too, Y/n!" The male grinned widely at her.