#their heads are SO big though ahahah

[old-hyper-super-clover]

Hiya

Posting more elaborate (and my that I mean written stuff) is kinda difficult atm, but i wanna stay somewhat active, so have another of my immaculate drawings...

... a short little comic of Violet and the Diasomnia squad!

It's short n silly but for a first ever comic attempt it's passable I'd say. Expect more of Malleus and Violet in the future, I already have a story for them in my drafts!

[froggibus]

i’m begging you for some nsfw hcs with wade & logan

i NEED more info about jealous sex with them specifically

please and thank you 💋💋

Jealousy Sex - Logan Howlett & Wade Wilson

Pairing: Logan Howlett x reader (no pronouns are used but has a pussy) x Wade Wilson

Genre: smut/nsfw

CW: poly! relationship, jealousy, possession, scent kink/scenting, taunting & humiliation, oral, double penetration, unprotected sex, creampie, AFTERCARE

omg of course!! the two of them being jealous over you would be such a handful >~< id love to write a full length of this sometime too!! thank you for the request lovely 💓

these two are such a handful when they’re jealous

Logan has no patience for other men getting in your personal space

if some other guy is talking to you too long or starting to get a little too close

he comes and stands behind you, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your neck

he’ll make a big show of it too, sucking at your skin and breathing in your scent

“d’ya smell that? hm?”

you scrunch your eyebrows together, wondering what’s about to come

“that’s my scent. mine. all fuckin’ over ya.”

he’s dragging you upstairs to the nearest locked bedroom before you can even react

sex with him while he’s jealous can go either way depending on just how riled up he is

sometimes it’s deep and intimate, going until you’ve forgotten the rest of the world

or it’s rough and hard and biting, until your head is spinning and his name is the only thing you can remember

he’ll have you face down in the pillows, his grip on your hips so tight you swear he’s using his claws

his cock bullies so deep inside of you that tears form in your eyes and you have to wind your hands into the sheets to keep from screaming

and once you throw Wade into the mix…

Wade does NOT get jealous easily & even if he does, he just jokes it off

it would take a lot to get him going & god help you if he does

he’ll swoop in when someone’s hitting on you and press himself in real close

not nearly as showy as Logan but he’ll make real good eye contact with them and call them out for it

“i know i know” he’ll kiss the side of your head. “so fuckable, right?“

he’ll have you propped on the counter of the nearest bathroom, his face stuffed between your legs in an instant

he’s holding your legs open with ease & relentlessly licking your poor, overstimulated clit

every time you try to shuffle away or close your legs he’s pushing them further apart

“ahahah, not yet baby. if you can still move then I haven’t done my job right.”

when they’re together & jealous?? you’re not leaving that room for hours and they’re going to fucking ruin you

they’ll have you whining and overstimulated long before either of them slip inside of you

they take turns over who gets to eat you out, the other holding your legs open and mumbling a tantalizing mix of praise and degradation in your ears

they’re both dirty talk kings

by the time Logan slips his cock through your folds, your legs are already shaking

you’re moaning so damn loud that Wade has to shove his cock in your mouth to keep the people at the party from hearing

the two of them can go for hours thanks to their regeneration and if you think you’re getting out anytime before that…

once you’re nice and fucked out in Logan’s arms, Wade’s sliding his cock inside of you and then they’re both fucking you

they get SO caught up in the moment trying to one up each other too—the only thing they can agree upon is that you’re theirs

when the night is over, you’ll be stuffed to the brim with cum and half-conscious, fucked out on the bed

they’ll clean you up nice and good though

Wade is the best ever at aftercare, he’ll always have water and a warm cloth for you (or in this case, a tshirt he stole from the closet)

meanwhile Logan will massage your aching muscles and shaking limbs, kissing your feverish skin

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[prlssprfctn]

I awfully need a fic, where Jason gets drugged by a big dose of fear toxin and starts seeing Joker's hallucination around — kind of like Bruce in Arkham Knight game, you know — and everyone is just... confused what to do with all of it?

They can't really produce antidote because it would fuck up his mind more, so he is stuck in the cave for the next 24 hours, and no one is leaving, because they can't allow Jason to go through this alone. Again.

Jason tries to put a brave face of course (god, he is THE Red Hood, one of the most influential people in the Gotham, he can't be afraid of a stupid clown–) but the more hours pass, the less he can control his fear or anxiety. Instead of pacing around like a ghost — he did that in the first four hours — he sits down on the couch, hugs himself, and starts answering to Joker?

Yeah, he knows he is not real. He understands that feeding hallucination with conversations will not help — and Dick, the ultimate expert in handling hallucinations, really, gave him some tips on what to do — but he can't just ignore it now.

He is too scared.

He remembers what comes if he flips off Joker or stops playing by his rules, alright?

"Knock, knock!"

Joker's face is as pale and terrifying as Jason remembers it to be. And maybe it is hallucination, but he still can feel his panted, hot breath on his ear.

He is alone, of course. Or not entirely alone, but others would notice if Joker was really here, right?

"Who is this?" He whispers, sensing his family tensing a little, not being sure what to expect.

Jason either argues with his hallucination or asks to stop. Or maybe just wordlessly scraps on his temples or cheek, in the place the J scar used to be, before the Lazarus Pit erased it from his body completely, leaving no traces.

"The stray dog that can't bark! Do you know why it can not bark, Jayjay?"

"I don't fucking know," he murmurs, but the fiericness with which he screamed at this man for hours now is gone; he sounds tired even to his own ears, and it is embarrassing. "Tell me."

"Because I broke its bones with a crowbar, silly!~" Joker shakes his shoulders, and Jason can practically feel the familiar ache of shattered bones. "It– Ahahah, it is too hurt to bark! It can only whine!"

Jason laughs.

His facial expression doesn't really change — he is still frowning a little — but he laughs with a painful wheeze. Joker is pleased enough to sigh dreamily in his ear.

Good job, Jason.

"What so funny?" Dick asks carefully, a patient smile on his face — he has been trying to distract him with conversations the most; Bruce prefers to keep his silence, and Tim thinks accidental physical touches help more than talking.

"He just said a joke," Jason shrugs weakily.

"Tell it to them," Joker orders. "Let us all laugh."

He doesn't really want to. But he can't disobey. He can't allow himself to die again, and–

"Knock, knock," he clears up his throat.

"Who is this?" Tim echoes, turning his chair to him, smart eyes scanning him up and down.

"The stray dog that can't bark," Jason tugs the tips of his own hair. "Do you know why it can not bark?"

Bruce tenses in his chair. He tenses in a way, Jason thinks, he already knows this joke; he has already heard it before. He almost looks as if he wants to stop him, cut mid-sentence.

But for some reason, he doesn't.

"Uh, why?" Dick tilts his head.

"Because my– its bones are broken," Jason stutters. "You know, dogs can't really bark when they are hurt? Just whine."

He can't bring himself to laugh again, even though Joker keeps giggling over and over.

"That's not funny, Jay," Tim murmurs.

"Yeah. I guess it isn't. But if I don't laugh, he'll get the crowbar again, and I really, really want to keep barking," Jason smiles.

He tries to ignore pitful glances of his family members, and the torture continues. No one breaks his bones this time, but Jason still whines when Bruce hugs him by the end of the night, pressing to his chest.

Joker is not here anymore, but Jason still can hear his taunting whisper, somewhere in the back of his head.

You will die his son.

[queenpiranhadon]

So you know how collectively all anime lovers are almost always destined to never find love just because our standards have been infinitely raised?

I feel like Mimiko and Nanako have that problem.

Living in such a nice house with you and Suguru has been like a dream, but the type of love the two of you have for each other is so rare, that it's truly a once in a generation thing.

However, since the girls grew up surrounded by you and Suguru's endless love, it's been hard finding anyone who matches that.

"Ugh oh my god, Mimi, you know that once guy I was telling you about?"

Mimiko hums, sitting on the couch doing her homework by the coffee table while her sister is dramatically draped sideways over the armchair, recounting her latest dating fail.

"He was such a bitch, like he brought me a flower. A flower! Can you believe it?!"

You can't but overhear Nanako's complaints from the kitchen, poking your head out to investigate.

"Language, Nana." You warn, but you can't help but feel a little amused. "Also, flowers are super sweet, what's so bad about them?"

Nanako huffs and rolls her eyes. "Sorry, mama. But it was just a measly single sunflower! He was so insincere!"

You raise your eyebrow. "Don't you love sunflowers?"

Nanako pouts. "Dad gets you those big bouquets though. Ones with your favorite flowers but also those little white ones that make it all pretty and everything. And they're all wrapped up so nicely with those sappy love notes taped to them. Least I could get is a little bow."

You know exactly which bouquets she's talking about, and can't help but let out a little amused chuckle at her words. She wasn't wrong, Suguru did tend to go all out when it came to you, and you loved him for it, as always. But Nanako didn't really grasp the fact that not every guy would be like your husband - not that she didn't deserve every ounce of love that Suguru gave you on the daily, but it was just hard to come by.

"Nana, I am very fortunate to have met your father, but we've also been married for six years." You say, deciding to join them in the living room and sitting next to Mimiko who subtly moves closer to you, intrigued.

Nanako looks at you, with an eyebrow raised. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"Love, we're in our thirties. The way Suguru treats me is going to be very different than how a fifteen year old boy is going to treat a fifteen year old girl."

Nanako sighs dramatically and stretches her limbs. "I guess I'm just destined to never find love."

You chuckle and her antics and Mimiko rolls her eyes.

"You think a flower is bad? This one guy took me to the movies for our first date."

"HE DID WHAT?!"

"Girls-"

A/N: Heheheh this is so goofy ahahah, realistically, Mimi and Nana would probably never be in a three mile radius of a boy just because of how protective Suguru is of them but oh well.

[lightlycareless]

uuu just imagine reading manga with naoya in bed while being cuddled up together <3<3

Hello!!!

Ok so this is sweet—kind of domestic amirite? oof. I love me some domestic Naoya when he's nothing but a loving husband. akgfhaksjghkjaghjkashgjas and a nerd too ahahah awww anyways...

warnings: very tiny mentions of smut. implications really. fluff outside of that.

happy reading!!

Imagine it being a cold snowy day where Naoya doesn’t have to go out on missions, tend to clan responsibilities, or anything else.

A day where he can simply spend his time in nothing but his favorite, deserving things, such as catching up with his favorite series, enjoying a well-deserved break from all those countless missions, and of course, spend time with you—his needy wife who didn’t hold back from letting him know how much she missed him.

“What would you like to do today?” is how the days would begin, with you peppering endless kisses across his face while the two snuggled underneath the sheets.

“Hmmm, I feel like spending the whole day in bed.” He sighs, kissing the top of your head. “The new chapter of the manga I told you about came out yesterday, and I want to read it.”

“I’ll make breakfast, then.” You smile, ready to push yourself up from the futon and rush to the kitchen—though Naoya had something else in mind too.

“What’s the hurry, my love?” he murmurs, pulling you back to him. “Going away from me so soon? I just came back…”

“N—No, of course not… I could never!” you blush. “I just… just wanted to make the best of today, you know? Please you.”

“You know, there’s one thing that will immediately please me.” He breathes against your ear, you shudder.

“…I still have to get your bath ready.”

“Can’t see why we can’t do both.”

You press your lips together, heated by his words.

“Ok, but we can’t get too distracted—I still want you to enjoy your day! You rarely get to rest as of lately….” You pout, he laughs before leaning to give you a kiss.

“With you by my side, there’s no way I cannot.”

After that is done, followed by a relaxing bath and a delicious meal prepared by you—Naoya insists in only being fed by you, not the staff; you happily oblige—you’re quick to take your place by his side on the futon, wrapping one of his arms around your waist and rest your head against his chest while his free hand holds up one of his favorite magazines, the one that publishes his favorite anime of the moment.

“I read they had to reprint this issue solely because of one mistake. Nothing too big, but apparently big enough to have the whole publisher pull out the magazine…”

“Gee, that must’ve been quite the task—And to allow it too! Is the author that big or something?”

“Kind of, he’s the best seller at the moment.”

“No wonder, if he’s not happy, that means no business for them.” You sigh. “I wonder if the change is even noticeable.”

“I don’t know, but that’s what I’ll figure out now—they usually point it out anyways.” Naoya squeezes you against him, kissing the top of your head.

“Well, that’s sounds like a wonderful plan!” You grin. “And if you get hungry, or want something to snack on, just let me know and I’ll bring it to you.”

Naoya blushes.

“I love you.”

It’s your turn to blush.

“I love you too.”

The rest of the evening would go on that way, with Naoya reading his manga, eyes intently fixed on the panels while murmuring to himself whenever particularly interesting scene occurs, if not scoffing when a character does something stupid—just as he did in real life; both gestures that you found incredibly cute, how relaxed he is when doing things he loves.

And though he was very focused on that, he was still attentive enough to your presence and gestures, hands and lips looking for yours whenever you reached out to him or vice versa, as well as allowing you to feed him, careful enough to not distract him that much.

Because you just couldn’t snap him out of trance, you know? He looked so adorable!!

Although it would turn a bit… too much soon enough.

“I don’t—I don’t want anything else, Y/N—” he protests when you try to shove another piece of popcorn into his mouth, going as far as moving away, but you simply stuck to him.

“Come on, you have to eat!”

“Not to this point!” Naoya gasps, stomach full to the point of exploding! Of so it feels. “I don’t—I don’t want anything else!”

“Tough luck, Naoya—If you didn’t want me to spoil you, you shouldn’t have stayed home!” you giggle, and Naoya just relents, because he can’t do anything else when he’s putty to both your adorable charm and insistence, his beloved wife.

A side of Naoya that fortunately, is just for your eyes to see.

I just realized that Naoya was the kind of guy to say: "I want a wife that is submissive, that is only attentive to me and knows her place and yadda yadda yadda" until you came along and he was like "ok I like that but... I also want kisses...."

Idk I just keep thinking he's very desperate for affection hahaha call it ooc I DO NOT CARE I AM IN LOVE WITH HIM. 😶😶

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this small thing 🥺❤️ him getting all flustered because you're always so caring to him is AGH healing!!! We could literally change him...

Now, thank you so much for sending in this ask ❤️❤️❤️ take care and hope to see you soon!!!

[danikamariewrites]

im not sure if you are still taking fourth wing requests - and you absolutely can ignore this and i wont be offended at all - but you are like the only person ive seen who writes for liam and im d e s p e r a t e

what about something where reader and liam had like a one night stand kind of thing, except they both quickly realize that they are feeling much more than one night stand feelings. like maybe they were friends before and even though they didnt think long-run relationships were in the cards bc they are riders, they both still definitely harbor some feelings and then it all kind of spills over

idk im just dumping bc i have to vent it somewhere ahahah

More Than This

Liam x reader

A/n: I’m always taking Fourth Wing requests! Liam deserves the world

Warnings: mentions of sex

You couldn’t help but stare down the table at Liam. He was like a dream come true. With that perfect blonde, fluffy hair and those charming dimples that always made you blush. You kept thinking about how your fingers felt running through his hair last night while he laced on your chest.

For the first time Liam stayed the night after your…activities. You had been sleeping together for a few weeks now. You’d been friends since Parapet, always flirting with each other. The tension between the two of you snapped and decided friends with benefits would work out.

You couldn’t keep lying to yourself though. You had fallen in love with Liam the day you met him. Liam didn’t seem like he reciprocated your feelings so you pushed your crush down.

So you went about your day like normal. Hanging out with your friends, going to class, and meals. At dinner Violet noticed I was off. She nudged me gently with her elbow. “Hey,” she whispered, “you ok? You’ve been weird all day.”

From down the table you missed Liam staring at you with big puppy dog eyes, vying for your attention to be on him. He could hear Imogen teasing him but he was too focused on trying to hear you and Violet. For a split second he swore your eyes flashed over him.

With one more nod of Violets head, you got up from the long wooden table and headed out the door without sparing Liam a glance. Liam watched you leave them turned to Violet with a questioning look. Ever the instigator and sucker for fairytales, Violet pointed her chin at the door. Signaling for Liam to follow you.

Liam was going crazy searching for you. He swore he saw you just a few stairs ahead of him a minute ago. Finally, he got to the main common room and spotted you lounge on the expansive leather couch. The crackling fire reflecting in your eyes. You were clearly lost in thought.

Liam was careful approaching you, he didn’t want to frighten you. You looked so cute when you had your thinking face on. Your nose scrunched just the tiniest bit, and your eyes looked so soft yet far away.

Liam lightly ran his fingers across the top of your shoulder, you perked up staring at him as he sat next to you. “Hey sweetheart,” his tone as gentle as his touch. “Hey.” You try to sound like your usual cheery self but Liam saw right through you.

He tilted his head, taking you in with a sad smile. “What’s wrong?” Liam brought his large fingers up from your shoulder to play with your hair. You sigh out through your nose, using all of your self restraint to not lean into his touch. “Nothing. I’m ok Liam.”

He raises a blonde brow at you. Shooting you a discerning look calling bullshit. “Come on, we don’t keep secrets from each other. If you tell me your secret I’ll tell you mine.” And we might have the same secret, Lima thought to himself.

You ripped away from Liam’s touch. Looking down you rest your forearms on your knees. You couldn’t bear the look of pity and rejection on your best friends face. He obviously cared about you but the awkwardness that would come after you admit your feelings for him will be unbearable.

And besides, you’re riders. There’s a chance you won’t live past this year or the quadrant. Why break your own heart?

Closing your eyes you can’t the worlds that tumble out of your mouth. “I’m in love with you Liam. I didn’t mean to be, but the day I saw you my heart wouldn’t stop doing flips and I felt the good kind of butterflies in my stomach. I pushed it down because I thought it was a crush. But it’s not.”

When you finally stopped the silence crept over your skin. You felt hot, like a dragon was breathing fire directly down your shirt.

Liam’s hand held your jaw, his thumb running over your cheek as he moved you to look at him. Your eyes were unsure and scared. You hoped this was a good sign and not just comfort from a friend. “Sweetheart…I’m so insanely in love with you. You’ve driven me crazy since parapet and I was willing to keep doing this if it meant I could have just a piece of your affection.”

You let out a heavy breath in relief. Liam continued, “Everything about you is incredible y/n. From your heart to your strength you amaze me everyday. So please tell me this means you’re mine?” Words wouldn’t be enough to tell him yes. You jump into Liam’s lap, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Liam holds you tightly to his muscular body. Running his fingers through your hair and rubs his hand up and down your spine. Leaning back you hold the sides of Liam’s face and rest your forehead against his. “Take me to bed Li.” His mouth curved into a wicked grin as he shot up still holding you.

[fandxmslxt69]

Cute Library Boys

Steven Grant x f!Reader

Warnings: Steven being too goddamn cute and fluff!! Some swearing, absolutely tooth rotting dorky-ness.

A/N: Oh my god this has been sitting in drafts for so long but I finally finished editing ahahah. Idk how I feel about it ngl, its cute and has me giggling but !!!! idk. Anyway this IS inspired by a prompt: "Going for the same book at the library" taken from @creativepromptsforwriting (Mona sent me a prompt list literally like 2 months ago thank you @whatthefishh you are too cute for this world.) ANYWAY I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY this is a peace offering before I pour my heart out into the most gut wrenching angst and coochie killing smut <3

-Clem

Synopsis: All you wanted was to have a quiet day browsing books in the library. Who knew you'd manage to find the cutest man to spend your day with right there in the history aisle?

Word count: 3541 (omg.)

Walking through the library, you gently ran your finger over the spines of the book, feeling worn out paper and leather on your fingertips. It was always relaxing, being surrounded by so many stories, real or not, lives and adventures. You skimmed through a history section, looking for a book that might be of interest, and your eyes landed on one just up ahead, with a pretty spine and a title written in gold. Your fingers jumped to it, but bumped with another hand outstretched to grab it.  “Oh sorry, love! Didn’t see you there,”  “Oh no it’s alright!” You grinned up to the cute man with the cute British accent. “You can have the book, I don’t mind,” “Oh no,” He shook his head.  “Really, you can take it,”  “No it’s fine, really, I can just order another from the system,” He grabbed the book off the shelf, handing it to you. “Love, please. I’ve already read it anyway. It’s all yours,” He smiled, a bright breathtaking smile that lit up his whole face.  You hesitated but took the book from his hand, adding it to the (very heavy) bag you carried. “Memorised and all?” He chuckled. “I wish,”  You grinned at him, and an awkward silence fell as you scanned the rest of the shelf. “Uh,” You cleared your throat. “Anyway. Thank you, a lot, for-” “The book,” He finished. “Yes! The book. Thank you,”  He nodded, his Adam’s apple bobbing.  “Alright well uh…I’ll, go, thank you, again,” You rushed to say before quickly dashing off, trying not to think about how pretty he was, or how soft his eyes looked, or his beautiful curls, his soft yet clear features…

No. 

You weren’t sure what the hell urged you to turn right back around and down the aisle again, but your feet carried you there anyway, and you found yourself standing right in front of the gorgeous stranger again. “Um. Hi.” You mumbled. Maybe he didn’t hear, maybe you could run be- “Hi! You’re back,” He grinned and you could feel the sunshine radiating off of him.  “Yeah. Um..I don’t know I just…yknow…You seem to know your books,” You gestured to the growing pile by his feet. “So I was just..wondering if you had any recommendations? I’m in a bit of a slump, so I wanted to try something new. I mean only if you’re cool with it, if I’m bothering you I’ll just go-”  He laughed, a quiet small chuckle that put a huge ass sappy smile on your face. It was contagious, his bubbly energy and cute laughs and smiles. “No it’s alright love, I’d be more than happy to give you a few suggestions, though it might just turn out to be a big ramble,” You shrugged. “Nothing beats a good book ramble,” “Wholeheartedly agree. Now,” He turned to the shelves, his soft eyes scanning the spines of the dozens of books, and he just started rambling- exactly like he said he would. On and on and on, grabbing a few books at a time and talking about them all at once, he looked over the moon to share all this knowledge with someone, you didn’t have the heart to tell him that you could barely keep up with him. You just stood there watching him, probably grinning like an idiot, adding every book he put down to the growing pile in your bag. Whether the book was actually interesting or not, you didn’t care. When a cute man excitedly tells you about his favourite books in an aisle in the library, you grab every damn one of those books and you take them home. 

By the time he finished going through at least a dozen books, he paused, biting his lower lip to hide a shy smile. “Sorry. Got carried away there,” 

Ah shit.

“No no! It’s okay, no apology needed at all. You- it’s cute. You’re cute. When…you do the ramble thing. Cute. Yeah.” You cleared your throat, feeling your cheeks heat up.  There was a beat of silence, before he blurted out, “Steven.” “Sorry?”  “Steven…my name. Is Steven. Grant. Steven Grant. It kind of just hit me that I didn’t introduce myself,”  “Oh. Oh! Oh right. Oh my god.” You fumbled with your bag, trying to get yourself back in control. “This is embarrassing. I’m so sorry. I’m Y/N. It’s very nice to meet you Steven,” He laughed again. “It’s very nice to meet you too,”  You nodded. How many times are you going to nod. Quit it.  “So…um,” you cleared your throat, wondering if it was too late to ask for a hole to open up and swallow you whole. “Yknow..there’s um…this cafe, right down the street, and it’s really nice and they’ve got pretty decent coffee and food. I was wondering if…you know, if you’re free anyway, and not too busy or if you have something better to do I totally get it-” “I’d very much like to go to the cafe down the street with you,” Steven interrupted, and you stared at him, jaw hanging open slightly as you took in his shy smile and the light rose of his cheeks.  “I mean, if that’s what you’re asking-” He rambled quickly to add. “Yes! Ah, uh, yes, that is what I’m asking,” You grinned widely, cheeks starting to hurt from how damn much you were smiling at this cute stranger in the history aisle of your local library.  “Great! Wonderful, amazing. I- uh…I’ll…go check out my books? Get settled while you do yours and…” “...we can meet by the front doors?” You finished for him. He nodded quickly, his hair bouncing with each bob of his head. You nodded too, fiddling with the strap of your bag. “Okay. Okay cool. I’ll…go do my thing. And I’ll see you soon?” “Yes, absolutely, 100% yeah,”  You chuckled, a few butterflies taking flight through your stomach with all his nervous blabbering.

He’s cute. Real cute, with the nicest warm eyes and a precious crooked smile, and the cutest mop of curls on his head that you desperately wanted to play with. Not to mention his adorable outfit..the cute earth brown pants and the soft sweater that definitely hugged his body in a comfy yet pleasing way. 

Screwed. Absolutely, royally screwed. 

After awkwardly staring (analysing) him for a solid minute as he grabbed the rest of his books, you turned and dashed to the check out desks, fumbling and mumbling about stupid cute library boys the entire way through the checkout process. 

*                                           *                                          *

As you both left the library, a light silence falling between you, he couldn’t help but take a few glances at you, his heart picking up pace, a giddy laugh building up in his throat- this was new. All of it was so new yet welcomed. He’d be damned if he let it go to waste, whether it be a chance to make a friend, or maybe a little more. 

By the time you had reached the shop, his shoulder ached from carrying his bag of books, and you looked ready to drop dead on your feet. 

“I can carry your bag if it’s getting you tired,” Steven suggested softly as you entered the cafe. You frowned, hugging your bag tightly to you. “What, no. It’s okay, I like carrying my bag. Makes me feel close to my books,” You pointed to a table by the window. “Here?” He laughed, then nodded. “Yeah this works,” He took a seat, lifting his bag off of him and placing down beside him. “What do you like to read anyway?” “Oooh,” You slid into the seat, you could feel the ache in your lower back start to build. Who even had back problems at this age. “I like a good fantasy novel, and I am guilty of reading way too much romance. I also like poetry. Not a very big person in non fiction though.” “Romance huh?” He raised an eyebrow, a playful smile on his lips. “Scandalous romance?” You laughed, shrugging. “What, a woman has her needs, and those needs happen to be pretty men with cute accents,”  “Ah right,” He nodded again, then paused. “Wait. I have an accent,” You chuckled, smiling widely. “Yes you do. A cute one too. And you’re cute. Pretty, dare I say,” His eyes widened, a blush creeping up his neck and his ears started turning red too as he looked away, averting his eyes and biting at his lower lip. Your heart did a little flip at how cute he looked when he was flustered.  “What kinda books do you like, Mr. Grant?”  “Hmm,” He flipped aimlessly through the menu, his eyes scanning the millions of different ways they make frappuccinos and espressos. He didn’t even drink coffee that much, he was more of a tea guy. “I like history, big fan of mythologies and stuff,”  You sat up, grinning widely. “I love mythology. I was a huge sucker for them in middle school. Still kinda am, honestly,” His heart did a little thing. “Really? What kind of mythology?” You shrugged. “I was really into the Greeks, they were pretty fun and it was a good time. I like the Romans a bit too, but they’re a little boring, yknow? The Norse are wack too, which makes it funny,” You grinned. “I was just a bit obsessed. I had an Egypt phase too for quite a bit,”  You could see the way his face lit up, how his eyes widened and a big smile started spreading across his face. “Egypt huh? That’s cool.” He nodded, deciding not to make a further comment lest it come off as too strong. You raised an eyebrow. “Cool? Oh come on, you totally had an Egypt phase,” “Did not!” “You so did. C’mon, tell me. I promise I won’t judge! I never could, I had attachments to those guys. You definitely know a thing or two,” He waved you off. “No..I mean, a little maybe. I’ve studied their mythologies and tales, aspects of culture and society, that’s sorta stuff, it’s not interesting really,” “Not interesting?” You scoffed. “Well I find them interesting. C’monnnn,” You nudged his leg under the table. “Who’s your favourite god?” He shook his head, a playful smile on his face. “I’m fond of Taweret. Hippo goddess, resides in the underworld and stuff. She’s nice,”  “Yeah? Know her personally?” “Oh yeah, obviously. We have chat over tea all the time,”  No way he was this funny. “Really? Wait, hang on,” You leaned in, “if she resides in the underworld, does that mean you’ve died before, Steven Grant?”

He liked it, he decided. The way you said his name, how it rolled off your tongue and out of your mouth so easily, and not the sarcastic way everyone else said it. Heaven, at least you remembered his name, not when half the staff at the old museum couldn’t even get Steven right.  He scrunched up his face, thinking deeply. “Hmm. Let’s see. I think I might have, yeah. A few times now actually,” There it was again, the laugh that filled the entire cafe, as your shoulders shook and you threw your head back in joy. “No way, you did not,” You finally said.  “I absolutely did! It’s not a good experience obviously, but yknow, an adventure,”  “So you’ve like- met Osiris and stuff?” He shrugged. “Maybe,” “Oh come on. Tell me! I’ve always liked him. Given, I always like every death god, so it’s no different,” “He’s alright. Very stiff though, no personality at all, he’s all business serious,” “Well duh, he’s a king,” Steven rolled his eyes. “Doesn’t mean he’s got to be so boring,”  You chuckled again, shaking your head in disbelief as you went back to the menu. “Any other gods you’ve met?” “Hmm.” He tapped his chin a few times, and brushed a curl of hair out of his eye. “I’ve met some night gods. They look like big ugly birds, with a big temper and zero compassion or kindness. Dress in old rags and stuff,”  “You’re lying, I swear you’re lying,” “I am not! It’s true. I see one quite often actually, he’s a pain in the ass, right psycho.”  “Yeah? He your best friend?” He snorted. “Absolutely not.”  You tsked. “Aw, that’s so sad,” “No it’s not. I told you, he’s not right in his mind,”  “Yeah but isn’t that all gods?” Steven sighed, leaning back in his chair. “Okay, you make an excellent point, but I’m telling you, this one is bloody psycho. Murderous and whatnot.” He smiled, a big goofy smile that showed his cute dimples.  You shook your head again, trying to fight back a stupid sappy grin. “You’re too funny,” “Too funny? Is that bad?” He frowned. “No! No, absolutely not. It’s nice, your jokes are actual..well, yknow, jokes. And it’s kind of nerdy.” “Oi!” He leaned in, pointing a finger at you with an air of amusement. “You just said nerdy was cute,” “It is!! It’s very cute!”  “Bloody right. ‘Cause if you came for sports jokes, I’m not your guy,” You laughed. “Nope, no sports jokes for me. I just like an extra side of nerdiness,”  He narrowed his eyes, fighting back a smile. “You are horrible,”  “Horribly cute, yeah, definitely,” He exploded with laughter, his face all happy smile lines and precious dimples. You smiled widely, your heart doing a little skip with how gorgeous he looks, so full of laughter. 

Thankfully though, before he caught you grinning like an idiot at him and trying to memorise his face, a waiter came to your table, and you managed to order your drinks without acting crazy or too dorky. 

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“What about Bastet? You know her?” 

Okay so maybe you were still a little dorky. 

“The cat lady? I mean you see her everywhere don’t you? In all the nice cat ladies by your flat or in the market!” “Okay fine Mr. Poetic, I’m asking about the goddess,” 

He grinned, fiddling with the strap of his bag as you both made your way to a bus stop. “I haven’t met her, no. But I know of her,” 

“Right, of course,” You weren’t sure why you humoured this idea; the possibility of divinity walking amongst man. But the ease of pretending, of imagining with him, with Steven, was something you came to realise you enjoyed too much to give up.  “What about Zeus?” He frowned. “Wrong civilization,”  “Oh come on, so you’re telling me you can believe the idea of gods with bird heads from the times of pyramids, but you can’t humour me with the idea of wackoo’s living on top of a mountain?”  “I just don’t like them. Too chaotic,”  “That’s exactly why everyone likes them,”  “Okay fine, I just stay in my territory,” You shook your head, shrugging your bag back into place on your shoulder. “Okay, that’s fair, they probably don’t like each other anyway,”  “Nope, definitely don’t,” 

You both fell into a silence after, continuing your walk to the bus stop. “You don’t have to go all the way with me to the bus stop yknow-” You started but he just shook his head.  “I don’t mind, love. Really, it’s a nice day out for a walk,”  You nodded. “Okay.”

Silence fell again, and you couldn’t help but look up a little to look at him. Him with his pretty eyes and flushed cheeks. Him with his easy going smile on those nice lips. Him with the nice jawline and cheekbones that are just the right amount of sharp you just want to run your finger over it. 

By the time the both of you had made it to the bus station, you had made up your mind; You were going to ask him for his number. 

Only problem is…how do you ask a cute guy for his number?

You could feel the nerves start to set in as the minutes tick by, and more people pile around the bus stop. It was going to be here soon, and you’ll hop on, and probably never get his number and-

Okay calm down. You fiddled with your bag as the minutes passed, occasional small glances and nervous chuckles with Steven as he waited too, and it felt like the weight of the world was on your shoulders just to ask for a series of stupid numerals.  When you glanced back up at Steven for what had to be the millionth time so far, you noticed in the far distance that the bus was heading this way. Steven turns the other way then too, noticing you staring and he sighed softly. “Ah, there’s your bus,”  “Yup,” He looked back at you, a soft smile on his lips. He picked at his nails, a feeling of anxiety bubbling inside of him. “So…” “So…” You continued for him, and you both laughed awkwardly.  “Can I-” “Can-” You stopped, chuckling awkwardly as Steven shook his head.  “Sorry love- didn’t mean to speak over you-” “No no it’s okay! My bad,” You reassured him. “Go ahead,”  “No really-” He rubbed the back of his neck, smiling. “You start,” “Steven-” You started to protest (why were you even doing that) but he set you with a firm look and you sighed. “Okay. I was…yknow…going to ask. If-” You trailed off. “Yknow…” “If…? Unfortunately love, I’m very bad at guessing games. You’ll have to specify,” You sighed, rubbing a hand down my face. You took a deep breath and right as the bus stopped at your station, you blurted quickly, “Can I have your number?!” It came out in one breath, a quick sentence and Steven’s browns furrowed. You panicked, thinking maybe you had read this wrong? What if he doesn’t want to give you his number? 

But then his face exploded in a wide smile, and his eyes lit up adorably and his cheeks filled with a soft blush. “Oh. My number!” He laughed, soft and clearly full of anxiety. “Yes- right yes, of course you can. Sorry it took a minute there-” He muttered, quickly digging through his bag and pulling out his phone. “Right then, quick quick before you miss your bus-” 

“It’s okay,” You mumbled quickly, steering him away from the growing bus line so you could plug in his number. You did it painfully slowly, double checking each number and going over the series at least 5 times. By the time you finished exaggerating and actually putting the number into your contacts, Steven was tapping his foot anxiously on the ground as he watched the last person board the bus.  “You have to hurry it’s going to close, love,” You looked up and glanced at the bus. “Oh crap-” You quickly fumbled to put your phone away and return his, but by the time you took a step towards the bus, it dinged and the door closed as it slowly started back up to drive away.  "Shit,” Steven tugged at his curls. “Oh god love, I’m really sorry- maybe if we run we could catch its next stop?” Didn’t people always say make the best out of a bad situation? The bus is gone, another won’t be coming for probably another half hour, and you were not running. 

But maybe…maybe this was a good thing? 

You shrugged, trying to sound as upset as you could possibly gather, but even to your own ears it sounded fake. “Oh no….the bus is gone. This is horrible. What do I do now?”  Steven started to say something, but then stopped, frowning a little, before his eyes widened and a smile grew across his face. “Hang on-” He stepped closer to you, his eyes glittered with humour. “You planned that, didn't you?” You gasped. “What? Me? Why would I ever want to miss my bus?”  “Hmm….” He tapped a finger to his chin, thinking loudly. He leaned down then his face barely inches away from your face. “Maybe because you wanted to spend more time with me?” He has no right being cute and nervous one second and then sexy  and all mischief the next.  Your eyes widened, you felt your skin heat and your cheeks flush pink with how close he was. His eyes looked even prettier up close, and his lips looked so kissable.  “Really?” You managed to breathe out. “You think I’m that captivated by you?” He shrugged. “Maybe.” He paused, biting his lower lip. 

Fuck. 

“Are you? Captivated by me?” He asked.  “Hmm. Let’s see…I think your nerdiness and awkward attitude and shy personality has definitely captivated me, Mr. Grant,”  His face explodes into a bright and beautiful smile. “Really? So if I asked to go on a walk right now, you’d say yes?” I hum, pretending to think it over. “I think…yes, I would absolutely say yes,” The look on his face made it seem as if he just experienced heaven. Your heart fluttered, and you knew then that you’d never ever get tired of seeing him this happy. “Brilliant. Great, alright then um..” He stood up straight again, looking around. “Let’s go?” 

You smiled, gesturing to the roads bustling with people. “Lead the way,” 

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Orb of Harmony

Yeah………. I love Zenyatta too :’) I love omnic hhjhfjgh I want to kiss them

You’re staying in the Shambali Monastery, and when you wake up from a nightmare in the middle of the night, you seek Zenyatta out for comfort.

(Zenyatta x F!Reader)

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It was late at night, and Zenyatta had been meditating to the warm flames in his room, when he hears footsteps enter his room. He comes out of his meditative state and turns to see you at the doorway, looking guilty, uncomfortable, and like you’re about to cry.

“(Y/n),” he speaks softly, “what troubles y-”

You closed the distance to him and throw your arms around him. You were shaking. Zenyatta was perhaps a little surprised, but he slowly floats back down to earth, unfolding his legs and tenderly wraps his arms around you.

You don’t say anything for a good minute, and Zenyatta is happy to provide you a comforting silence. It’s periodically filled with the sounds of your squeaky, dry sobs and whines similar to a hurt animal. He soothes you by rubbing your back in big long strokes. It’s enough to stop your shaking.

“I-I’m sorry,” you wibbled, “had a nightmare.”

Ah. Is that what it was? Zenyatta thought. It was a relief that your pain wasn’t caused by something that could physically hurt you, though the monk is well aware of emotional pains.

“I didn’t want to be alone, and I didn’t know where to go, and I thought of you, s-so…”

“Shh, human. It’s alright. I’m happy to help a friend in distress,” he avowed, supporting you under your arms and shuffling back into his bed, a raised platform with a relatively thin mattress on top. He sits, letting you settle on his lap.

“May I ask what happened? If you are uncomfortable about it, that is fine too.”

You sighed, frowning and rubbing your temples. “Ugh… I’m not too uncomfortable talking about it but… it feels stupid to talk about,”

“A nightmare is not stupid. Oftentimes it is a sign of the turbulence within,” Zenyatta asserts. You don’t look so reassured.

“I don’t know. It felt like a child’s nightmare. But it also made me feel really alone and unsafe, you know?” You try to explain. “... It was a ghost in my room,”

Zenyatta pauses for half a second.

Then he starts chortling.

“H-hey! I thought you said nightmares weren’t stupid! Everyone in my dream abandoned me because I was haunted, that’s not fun is it?”

“Ahahah! I apologize human, I am not laughing to belittle your fears. I am laughing because it reminded me of one of my nightmares the first time I arrived here,” Zenyatta explains himself, “There was a spirit only I could see. Neither my brother nor Mondatta acknowledged it.”

“O… oh,”

“Looking back, I think it came about from a fear of being in a new place, and losing the supports I’ve found,” Zenyatta said thoughtfully.

“That makes sense. M-maybe I was feeling that way too,”

“Indeed. So no, I still do not think your nightmare is stupid,” Zenyatta reaffirms, “even if there is a version of myself in your dream where I am mean to you. That is ridiculous, because I cannot imagine a day where I would be cruel to you. That would be an imposter,”

Ah. The sound of your giggling. He could feel his soul sing at the sound of it.

You tap on his shoulders playfully. “Thanks Zenyatta,”

“Of course, my dear.”

He was happy to help, and he was delighted that you seemed to be more comfortable now. You didn’t seem eager to leave, however. An awkward look on your face and your fingers finding his robe to fiddle with. You took a breath to say something but nothing comes out. Instead, you hug the omnic closer and rest your head on his shoulder.

“Zenyatta-”

“If you want to stay here, I am happy with that. You are always welcome in my abode.”

He could feel you smiling in his shoulder. Though you were comforted enough, he could tell you weren’t yet ready to return to your room alone. He lays down on his bed, shifting you to a more comfortable position in between him and the wall. With one arm under his neck and the other around his upper arm, you nuzzled into his chest and settled, instinctively putting a leg in between his. Zenyatta knew how to be humble, but in that moment he felt proud to be able to make you feel so safe.

He picks up an orb and waves his hands, placing it above your head.

Its effects was quickly noticed, as you picked your head up and startle at the sight of the glowing, golden ball.

“A harmony orb to soothe you,”

You smiled at him, sleepily saying “Thank you, Zenyatta. Goodnight,”

“May you be embraced by peaceful slumbers, my dear.”

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I AM DONE HELL YES WHOOOOOOOO OKAY OKAY OKAY AHEM- @cosmic-quakes, LATE BIRTHDAY GIFT UPON YOU! 5,385 WORDS

Uh, I have only written a reader perspective like once, so forgive me. Anyways have my OC being his pathetic little self /silly

Welcomed Struggles

If Catal’s audience could see him now, they wouldn’t recognize him. Hell, even his colleagues wouldn’t be able to.

“Okay, I do hope I’m doing this right…”

Standing atop a stepping stool in the middle of the overly opulent kitchen, one bot is in the process of making a cake. How long has he been whisking this thing for now, huh? And why is the bowl so big?! “Hm, no, I know the answer to that last question already,” he grumbles as he mixes with as much force as he can— which isn’t much considering the strength of his arms; it’s taking him forever to combine everything. “It’s because I’m small. I’m small, everything in this world is built to be against me and that’s that,” he dramatically declares. “Sometimes this short build is a bother.”

And he still has yet to add this concoction to the flour mixture, for goodness sake.

Catal sighs and thinks back to his earlier thoughts. Should he give up now? He’s having trouble simply mixing, and the batter isn’t even complete. As quickly as those thoughts came back though, he pushes them away and scowls.

“Ahahah, no, this is for one of the very few people who I am actually close to! I am baking this cake no matter if my arm protests or not. Today is her birthday, and she is going to receive something I put love and effort into.”

Whether the announcer knows it or not, they’ve grown rather fond of the organic over the time they’ve known her. If the attempt at cake-making isn’t enough to indicate this, then perhaps the way they smile talking about her does. Usually it’s the bloodlust that gets him going.

By the time they manage to complete that one small part of the task, their arm is sore already. Nonetheless, they reach for the larger bowl they set aside earlier and pull it towards themself with a free hand to scoop the contents of the previous dish into the one on the counter, once again combining as he yammers away. “Ah, entertaining really is what I was built for, hm?” he chides himself. “I wouldn’t last in any career that has physical prowess as a necessity, if I had to be honest.”

Once done working his arm out, Catal decides to give it a rest afterward and use that break to double check the recipe.

[RASPBERRY AND LEMON CURD CHIFFON CAKE]

[INGREDIENTS]—

“No, I already have them out. Where is…” he mumbles to himself while swiping through his phone, “…flour, water, oil…ah, here we go, [INSTRUCTIONS].” He skims through what he’s already done. First paragraph, second, third. He lands on the third in no time.

The bot keeps his low volume as he reads the page aloud. “In a separate bowl— I need a third bowl?— whisk together the egg whites until soft peaks form, then add 1/4 cup sugar and continue whisking until stiff peaks form and the egg whites are glossy.”

More mixing?

They decide to read the fourth paragraph for good measure. “Using a large spoon, scoop out a large scoop of the egg whites and stir quickly into the batter. Then, gradually fold the remaining egg whites into the batter until all of the egg whites are incorporated, but do not over mix… How do I know if I have over mixed?!”

…

Catal forces air through his teeth—

And forces that air right back out.

“Perhaps I should have gotten that on-sale electric beater last week.”

And here he considered himself capable.

Well, he is, but he’s now realized that said capability for entertaining doesn’t transfer to the kitchen.

If only he wasn’t short on time, he’d head right to the store downtown and pick a beater up.

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Many minutes of tired sighing, self-directed frustration, and a multitude of short breaks later, the batter is poured into the two baking pans and thrown into the oven that is much too big compared to themself. “Alright, now I simply have to let them bake for 40 to 45 minutes. Simple enough!”

But what to do in the meantime?

Catal looks about the surrounding area, unsure. There’s the TV? No, there isn’t anything he wants to watch right now; it’d just make time feel slower with his boredom. “Maybe…maybe I could practice with my Beak?” The idea comes up hesitantly, but after careful consideration, they realize it’s the only one he’s really willing to follow through with. “It will help me pass the time,” they reason, “and keep me from overthinking about my plans for today. Yes. Yes, polearm practice will do quite nicely.”

As they trot up and away to their training room, they murmur one last thing before delving into focused silence.

“Here’s hoping she likes the cake…”

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It’s cold out.

Winter in Bubble 5 has always been quite harsh on everyone, both organic and mechanical. The frost affects all; people, animals, businesses, transportation, and much more.

Nonetheless, you trudge on in what layers you’d managed to pull together in your rush toward the exit of your home.

“I have a surprise! You’ll have to come over though…if…you don’t mind? I want today to be special since it’s, well, your birthday. You don’t have to come of course if you don’t want to! I could—” A few hours ago, Catal had made a sudden call to spew out those words to your unsuspecting ears. He kept rambling on and on about the ifs and buts, and you had to assure him a few times that yes, you could celebrate there and yes, you wouldn’t mind before he’d stop said ramble and apologize.

All that bravado really melts away when he’s faced with actual conversation, huh?

You’re driven away from that thought when the driveway ahead gives way to the familiar warm glow of the bot’s residence lamps. It’s not the first time you’ve been here, no, but the place is daunting all the same. How could it not be? Though not as fancy outside as it is in the inside, the sheer height is enough to make up for it.

When you finally reach the porch, you take the time to shake off the snow that’s collected on (and in…) your boots. Your feet are freezing and wet and gross and you probably should have checked the forecast today. Then, maybe, past-you could’ve prepared better and worn snow pants along with the rest of your winter gear.

Oh well, too late now. Hopefully Catal won’t mind if you take some time to dry your feet off.

You raise a fist to the wood and knock.

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Rap-tap-tap.

“ALREADY?!— OW!”

“Ow” doesn’t even begin to explain the ragged hole he just punctured in his bottom right arm. The bot stares at the wound in disbelief where it starts to hiss steam; did he really get so distracted by a few knocks on wood that he forgot basic weapon safety?

The door is rapped upon once more, this time with a tad more urgency. You’re waiting, right. The injury can be dealt with after the door is opened.

“Coming, coming!” he calls as he pulls his bec de corbin aside, leaving it by the training room’s entrance before he races downstairs. On the way to the door, they double-check what they remember about the cake:

Baked? Obviously.

Iced? Definitely.

Edible? Hopefully.

Steel footsteps land swiftly on the floorboards below, racing towards the doorknob as fast as they can carry their short owner across the living room. “Sorry for taking a little time to get here,” he starts as the door swings on its hinges, “I had…”

And then he sees the state you’re in.

“…Ohhh you’re shivering. Oh dear, um.” What does one do with a cold…? No that’s an unnecessary question! “Come in, come in!”

You’re quickly ushered inside the household and given a rapid-fire explanation as Catal begins to hurriedly walk away. “Extra blankets are in the topmost shelf left of the couch, coat hanger is by your right, dial for the heater is above said couch! Apologies for my briskness, got injured earlier so I’m just going to patch up temporarily! Be right back!” The words are spoken in such a way that if it weren’t for the fact you were used to this occasional blabber blast, it would be downright impossible to make out what they said.

With that, you’re left all by your lonesome. Another shiver wracks your body, indicating that you should probably warm yourself now that you have the chance to.

It takes a few more seconds to really process what you were told. “Injured?” you question aloud to no one in particular as you shrug off your coat and kick off your boots.

Perhaps that’s a question for when the announcer comes back.

Keeping that in mind, you proceed to toe off the soggy mess you’ve had the displeasure of calling your socks for the past hour or so it took to get here and leave them to dry by your footwear. “Ugh…” Again, gross. You’re glad you can be rid of them now.

The next few minutes are spent on the couch, bundled up in one of the blankets pointed out to you earlier (after you struggled to reach and had to use the support of the shelves below to climb up) and with the heater dialled up several notches. With the thick grey fabric pulled snugly over your head and held closed around you with your hands, you take the time to embrace this warmth slowly seeping into your bones. It surrounds and comforts you, much like the product of winter itself when it’s falling gently around your form and isn’t turning your feet into glorified popsicles.

Just as you start wondering once more when Catal is going to be back, the faint sound of footfalls approaching reach your ears, and as they get louder, the bot comes into view. “Ha, hope you didn’t miss me too much, dear! The mesh patch was about as clandestine as it gets,” he calls out, coming to a stop once he’s face to face with you. “I believe I’ll need to call up my mechanic this week for a repair, but in the meantime, don’t pay mind to this ol’ thing!” With the rest of his arms tucked and clutched together behind his back, he brandishes the affected one for your clarification. Sitting what could only be a few inches away from the outstretched hand, a silver patch of crisscrossed wire lay underneath the thin material of his limb, binding the damaged areas to it and covering the palm-sized gouge.

For a moment, you had saw the confident persona of Catal, the Catal usually reserved for the audience, appear in the way he held himself. The broad smile, stretched wide across their face told of years of practicing that expression while those vibrant heliotropes locked onto your own orbs held an abundance of mirth.

As quickly as that persona appeared though, it vanishes as soon as you voice your concern. “What happened?” It’s an inquiry anyone worried would ask, really, out loud or not.

“Ah, hm, well…” Just like that, their entire front deflates like an untied balloon along with their grin, which shifts into a grimace as they try to explain. “I was having a little practice session with my weapon and uh…” He looks as though he’s really considering whether or not he should finish his sentence. The internal debate causes the bot to switch through a variety of expressions which his antennae follow along with: cringe, contemplation, hesitance, and finally, resignation; flick down, slow wiggles up, descent back down, and then flattened stiff.

The expressiveness is rather endearing really, and the urge to say so is strong— but the one time you did so…resulted in him ignoring you for the rest of the day. Maybe it’d be best to just not.

At last, he decides to finish. “I got startled upon your arrival and forgot I had said weapon in hand. I punctured myself that way. That is all,” he answers and puts away the injured arm that’d been frozen in the air the entire time. “Ahem! With that aside, isn’t there a reason you came over?”

Although that shyness has won in him, he gathers the last remnants of his showman self to pull you up from the couch with one hand as the others gesture grandiosely toward you to say, “The spotlight is on you.”

“I-I-I…I’ve never celebrated a birthday before, so the information I’ve gathered is entirely from the web. From my understanding…” they briefly adjust that makeshift hood of yours, making sure it still covers your chilly ears, “people decorate the surroundings, have a cake to place candles upon— number occasionally depending on the new age of the person— and sing a birthday song for them before they blow out the flames?”

“Mhm! That’s pretty much all there is to it, plus gifts,” you confirm.

Upon hearing the word gifts, the shorter stiffens up right where he is, leaving his hands on either side of your head in shock. Obviously, judging by this reaction, he hasn’t got a gift.

He stares blankly at you before a nervous smile creeps onto the silicone. “Oh! Noted…”

“Gifts aren’t necessary though,” you quickly tack on to ease the rising panic you see in his eyes. “Uh, what matters is that you at least show your appreciation for the person in some way.” That seems to calm him down luckily, and he steps back to give back the personal space he’s now become aware of taking.

Catal whispers an, “Alright! Be right back then. Again. Let me get something,” with a snap of his fingers before dashing off to the kitchen to retrieve whatever that something might be.

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“Catal, I promise I won’t peek!”

“Ah-ah-ah, no no no, I am not taking any chances.”

Earlier, you’d been told to shut your eyes before being blindly guided through the house to who-knows-where after whatever was retrieved was hidden behind Catal’s back. he’d brought the free pair of those spindly limbs to your face soon after you followed the request, and has not removed them the entire time he’d been moving you about like a puppet.

Left, up, right, right, left— those were the first few moves. You lost more of the count the more turns you were taken on. Is he just adding extras to confuse the hell out of you?

Prooobably.

After a few more moments of confusing puppeteering, you hear the click of a door unlatching from its frame somewhere in front of you before you’re promptly herded into this newly opened room. “We’re here! I apologize for the twists and turns; it was quite funny seeing you become more confusticated with each one and I couldn’t help but add a few more.”

“Yeah? Well, that self-satisfied smirk screams ‘No, I’m not sorry in the slightest.’”

At that, the bot chuckles from someplace behind you and replies, “No, I am most certainly not.” You can practically hear the smugness in their tone and imagine the matching look.

Gently, they ease the hands that were blocking your eyes away and backpedal. The linoleum floor clicks beneath them and fades the farther they walk from your form. Two, four, six, eight clicks are heard before coming to a stop.

“Alright! You can open your eyes now.”

“Finally,” you joke.

And so, you open your eyes to see where you’ve been led.

The first thing you see is darkness; the sun had long since set from its place in the sky and left the majority of the little solarium in a state of low light. The next would be the sole source of proper light in that darkness: the other pair of eyes in the middle of the room, which are locked onto your own that are across from them.

“Ta-da~!” With outstretched arms— save for the pair hiding the enigmatic object— Catal eagerly encourages you to look around the dimness. “Welcome to the solarium! This residence was built with it long ago, and although I don’t have a use for it more often than not… I thought that maybe I could show someone if I ever had anyone over to brag about it. I mean, not every house has a sunroom, does it?”

From what you can make out in this greyscale environment, the sunroom’s largest window— if you can even call such an enormous thing that, it’s practically an entire wall— provides a burning auburn backdrop that engulfs the other’s silhouette. If it wasn’t for the situation, the scene would be intimidating; those eyes seem to bore into your soul with their intensity. It isn’t unlike the kind of view an opponent of theirs would get before getting the hammer end of their bec de corbin to the jaw. Crow’s beak, you recall the name of the weapon in English.

You’re reminded that the one here whose mental walls you’ve managed to get past is still a fighter despite their new role in the Tower. For others, seeing Catal as they are now would strike fear.

That image is instantly shattered the second they open their mouth again.

“Kidding about the bragging though! I’m kidding! For the most part…” Catal mumbles that last part sheepishly, wincing before clearing their throat; it’s a habit that they’ve adopted over time, and one unlikely to disappear any time soon.

Right, the Catal you get to deal with is an anxious mess, not a brutal speed demon.

“Anyways! I know the sight is rather bleak right now, but that’ll change soon enough. Mind sitting with me here?”

You watch as carefully, they lower themself to the tiled ground and shift the thing in their hands to the right of their form, crossing their legs into a loose pretzel once they do. The distinct scraping of ceramic on the floor is heard when the object is settled down and rotated to whatever angle is deemed right.

A plate? That’s the first thing you can think of. Or maybe a pot?

Catal gingerly calls out your name and knocks the empty space to their left when your prolonged stillness starts to worry them. “S-so…?”

“Oh! Whoops, sorry.” You push away the curiosity threatening to squeeze out your throat and onto your tongue in the form of a question in exchange of approaching the bot and taking your place beside them. “I got distracted.”

Now that you’re closer, you’re able to see the way the unsureness in him morphs into a soft, affectionate visage. As expected, his antennae accompany this change, perking up and wiggling excitedly at your acceptance. “You’re fine, you’re fine! No worries at all.”

Damn that smile and those antennae. Who gave this guy the ability to be so cute?

“Erm, now what was I on before…oh, right! The view.” Using his head, Catal nods in the direction of the dark sky hanging above the two of you. You shift your gaze up, and so does he. “You aren’t from Goremandize, let alone Bubble 5, so I don’t think you know of this monthly tradition.” While you listen to his words, that curiosity over what could possibly be on the other side of him bubbles back up.

You could chance a peek over his shoulder?

On second thought, you can wait.

“Every first Thursday of the month, the people of Goremandize shut off their lights once 5 PM hits— hence why the city is so dark now. It’s for some celebration of freedom, acceptance and such. ‘Under the starry sky, we celebrate’ blah blah blah, I do not remember the rest of the description on the website and I do not care to.”

The moment he had gotten to the reason for the event, his excitement dropped dead, replaced with a bitter face and venomously spoken syllables. You’re tempted to ask about his swift change in mood, but you think better of it; you get the feeling it isn’t something he’ll be willing to talk about, even to you.

“Tsk, as you can probably tell, I don’t care for that tradition,” he adds, crossing his arms protectively over his chassis before allowing himself a pause; a moment to calm down. “What I do care about is the chance to see the stars. You hardly ever…no, you never get to see them on any other day in this place. It is so full of light pollution due to the Tower and the constant nighttime bustle. Only once a month can you truly observe the sky.”

“…And I thought you might like the stars. When you told me November 7 was your birthday, it was the first thing that I thought of. They’re really pretty, and I think you’d enjoy them.”

The uncharacteristically timid way that part is delivered is enough to get you to tear your eyes away from the sky to your right. Catal is no longer fixated on the outside world. Instead, he has turned his head away from the glass and your general direction. “Catal?”

The subtle whir of the bot’s mechanisms fill the silence as he twists his upper half toward the opposite side of himself. Toward whatever he’s been hiding. “So, while we wait for what little daylight is left to die so we can see—”

With as much caution as one would have with something precious, they bring themself back to face you with something in hand. “We can have this! I made it earlier today. Ha—! Oh, hold on a second.”

Now, you’ve never seen Catal use his magic, only heard. So when the air sparks between the two of you and then bursts into a ball of blinding white, you can’t help but instinctively jolt back in surprise and shield yourself for a sort of retaliation.

The brightness dulls significantly when you react, followed by a guilty whisper of, “Sorry!” Only when your body language is relaxed and your face is uncovered does he resume his course of action.

The new source of light is gently nudged upward with the back of a hand to hover above your heads, casting a mellow glow just strong enough for you to see the other clearly.

Proudly presented by the little automaton you’ve come to know is a small, cream-coloured cake 5 inches in diameter speckled with pink and red from the raspberries he’d added as toppings. It’s clear that although it isn’t master baker quality (the icing is uneven in some areas), you can tell that he really tried his best making this homemade dessert. After all, that beaming smile chock-full of pride and hope says everything.

The extra two dishes underneath the one the cake sits on are likely there so the two of you can eat, if you had to guess.

So it was multiple somethings he was hiding.

“Aaas I was saying… Happy Birthday!” he declares. “This was only my third time baking, but I think it turned out well!”

Still holding up the cake and its triple-layered support with two hands, he goes on to procure a singular candle from his back pocket while schooling his expression into one more composed.

No, he does not bring out the little spiral kind made for birthdays.

It’s the kind you’d put on a candelabrum.

As he proceeds to fish out two forks and a small, sheathed chef’s knife and holds onto them, you try not to let your amusement at the ridiculously large cylinder of wax show. The happiness is undoubtedly wonderful, yes, but the candle—

You hold out for five seconds at most.

“Pfft—”

“H-huh?” Confusion flashes across his face at the mirth conveyed, followed by several rapid blinks as his head snaps up to you; he’s utterly clueless.

“It’s just…Catal, that candle isn’t—” you start, “it’s way too big for the cake.”

With your admission, he glances from the candle, to you, the candle and then back to you again. With each flick, the understanding in his eyes grows exponentially. Trying to insert the candle would just result in a gaping hole in the cake. “…E…” he doesn’t get any more than a single squeak out.

You get the pleasure of witnessing Catal turn into a bashful mess in record time, about two seconds after his gaze-swinging was complete. It’s quite the spectacle to see how many shades darker his face gets, especially when paired with the erratic twitching of his antennae and the harsh buzzing he’s emitting. He’s looking anywhere, everywhere except your eyes. He looks as though he wants to bury or lock himself in his room for the rest of his life.

“…Now that I think of it, the candle is rather…” Once again, he’s speaking real quiet— quieter than last time actually, making you have to strain your ears to figure out what’s being said. “It is rather big compared to the cake.”

In the sliver of silence that passes before Catal’s speaks again, he separates the extra plates from the one holding up the cake, offers one up to you and deposits the other into his lap. “I. Hah, I probably should’ve did more research, shouldn’t I have?” The corners of his mouth turn up slightly along with the wiry appendages adorning his head as he manages to make eye contact with you again.

Despite the abashment continuing to stain his mind and face, it appears he can’t help but find the situation amusing as well.

A shy laugh erupts from his vox, singsong and airy.

“We can still use it though! Just…not insert it into the cake and destroy it like heathens.”

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The remainder of the evening went smoothly; after having gotten over his state of distress, Catal managed to brush it off and serve the both of you what he made. “It’s a raspberry and lemon curd chiffon cake!” you were happily told when you asked what flavour it was, after which he took another forkful of his slice. “I hope it isn’t too sweet for you?”

As the heavens above sank deeper into the abyss, the stars began to leave their shroud of daylight and decorate the once-empty space. Glittering brightly over your heads, the distant balls of gas seem to absorb your attention like a sponge and call out. They branch out across their canvas, reaching for the limits of their world high up.

They really are pretty. The minute differences between each and every pinprick of light, in both brightness and colour, make for an astounding view that could very well rival the most grandiose establishments of Goremandize.

The other went on to prattle away about his day; the battles he witnessed, his impression of each fighter, the winners and the losers. He talked about how he felt about everything, how it excited him and added thrill to his day. By the time he was done though, all that energy seemed to go down the drain. He’d look at the night sky with silent wonder in those crosses, devoting his entire attention to the beauty of it.

You’ve never seen them so at peace before.

The comfortable silence stretches on for what feels like forever with the two of you observing through the glass panes, up until Catal opens his trap, still staring at the stars he so loves.

They go on to start yapping about you.

Or at least, they try to through their embarrassment coming back with a passion. You’re pretty much met with a blushing bundle of stuttering and antennae-waggling while they attempt to express their gratitude for your company and time and just you. Though most of it is too jumbled up from the speed at which he’s spitting out letters, you do recall a few snippets such as, “Your blasted compliments have bolstered my ego for the worse,” and, “I treasure the time I spend with you to the fullest.”

“Gah, I cannot articulate what I want to say properly,” he mutters as he fidgets with the pristine bowtie around their neck between two fingers, “but I think you get the gist, yes? I cherish you very much and…and hope this—” they swing their arms about the room and then toward the cake, “—was alright for your birthday. I didn’t have the time to purchase and display decorations, and I didn’t get the right kind of candle.”

At the mention of the latter, Catal’s crosses drift to the wax pillar he had set aside on the ground after you’d snuffed out the flame. Their sudden peal of laughter sounds almost musical in tone; it’s an uplifting yet jittery sound, one underlaid with the warble you’ve come to recognize as one of the signs that indicate he’s low on power. “Well, I’ve learned my lesson from that one I believe! You’ve…”

“…”

“Ah, wait, I forgot what I was going to say. Sorry, my mind feels foggy.”

“Sleepy?” you ask to confirm your suspicion, watching as the bot’s pupils flicker in intensity and his head droops forward. He didn’t get much sleep last night probably; he isn’t usually this tired.

“Hh?” It takes a few beats for Catal to register what he was asked in his current state. “Oh, oh. Yeah, yes, I am.”

It really doesn’t take long before Catal’s form subconsciously leans in your direction and uses you as support for his fatigued self. The last utterance he gives you before falling asleep in an instant is a sleepy mumble of, “Goodnight,” though it’s more so g’night rather than his usual proper speech considering the slurring.

You snort at the picture of this colourful automaton, not because it’s funny exactly, but because of how different he is now compared to what you see when he’s in public. They’re complete opposites; the Glass Tower? Absolutely boisterous showoff. Here?

Well, the empty purple of his eyes from switching to sleep mode and soft, content droning says enough— and the clinging. There’s that too. Having all his arms wrapped around your waist is a funny feeling. It’s like having a limpet attached to you.

He’s probably unaware of this particular habit he has in his sleep, and you’re sure that if you told him, his body would somehow figure out how to get him redder than he already does when flustered. Maybe he’ll turn into a tomato, even.

Actually, you should do that when he wakes to tell you, “Why are you still here?! You should have gone home now, it’s late!” Just for fun.

With a little effort, you drag yourself and Catal to the nearest available surface— that being the very glass you were looking through— and rest your back against it so you don’t have to keep it straight for the many hours it’ll take for him to recover enough energy to function regularly. He’s quite light for what he’s composed of.

How easy would it be to carry him?

You can figure that out another time.

“Goodnight,” you quietly reply to the one cuddling you in his sleep.

[illegally-blind-and-deaf]

7 and 9 (I’d say 6 as well but I can’t think of any characters I’d like to know about so you can choose if you’d like)

Hellooooo! Sorry for the very long wait, but I'm back :D

7. An instance where you felt Tintin was helpless/unsure/weak/losing hope and you seriously thought this story wasn't going to have a happy ending?

Hmmmm, honestly I've always known Tintin will have a happy ending, but there have been many instances where Tintin has lost hope/been helpless that's tugged on my heartstrings. Obviously Tintin in Tibet is an obvious one, especially when Tintin was ready to give up and go back before the monk had his vision. That one cut me because Tintin had almost died (several times) and was so desperate to find Chang and it seemed like it was all in vain.

One of my favourite angsty ones for me though (partially because I've made it 100x more angsty than necessary and then wrote a fic about it) is Land of Black Gold, because the world's about to launch head-first into a war, Haddock has been deployed somewhere and Tintin doesn't know if he'll find him again, he's stuck in a foreign land in the middle of the desert, chasing down one of the villain's who's given him a butt-ton of trauma before. And then he gets stuck in a sandstorm and I can just imagine the sheer helplessness he must have felt and ahhhhh it's big. I love it. Not one that's often talked about, but that's my big one. I think especially because it's so personal for Tintin and he's alone after being so used to having Haddock with him all the time and i– *Bea.exe has stopped responding, please restart*

9. Your fav from all Tintin outfits?

Honestly the fit with the suit jacket, golf pants and grey vest is very yes for me. I love vintage fashion, especially men's fashion in the 30s and 40s, and that is the pinnacle. And bellhop Tintin is such a vibe.

6. Which trait of a character do you wish was absent?

Mme Finch! I didn't like how she was so timid and afraid all the time (the 2011 movie fixed that and I loved it) and I would have loved to have seen more of a relationship with Tintin teehee (hence why all my fics involve some Mme Finch lol ahahah)

[chrisbangswifey]

Soulmates - Han Jisung x reader

‼️ TRIGGER WARNING : anxiety, panick attacks‼️

Idol Han Jisung x Non Idol reader ( bestfriends ) (fluff)

Words count : 2,1k

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"...Hannie?.."

I touched the bed where he was supposed to be sleeping, but he was not there.As I open my eyes, I saw him standing by the end of the bed taking pictures of me sleeping.He noticed that I was awake and he started laughing.

"Haaann" I whine while still half asleep.

"Good morning sleeping beauty, ahahah" he laughed.

"Who gave you permission to take photos?" I asked while raising my eyebrow.

"Sorry Y/n. You looked so cute while sleeping. I wanted to capture the moment... by the way, I am your best friend,I don't need permission to take photos of you" he said proudly.I mocked his last words, which made us both start to laugh uncontrollably.Then he jumped on the bed landing on me and hugging me tight.

"I missed you so much" he whined

"I missed you too Hannie" I said while caressing his hair.

I wasn't weird for us to sleep in the same bed and have a lot of physical touch. The connection between us was very strong. Like our souls had already met in another lifetime. Seen from the outside, our friendship could've looked like a boyfriend and girlfriend relationship, but just thinking of him that way made me feel weird. He was like a big brother to me. We had a conversation in the past ,the first time somebody mistaken us for lovers, where we talked about what we really felt for each other, but we both agree that we saw each other just as friends. But that at the same time we were each others soulmate.I must've zoned out a little because Han's hand was waving in front of my face.

"Y/n...are you there?" I heard him say.

"Oh...I just got lost in my thoughts" I laughed.

At that, he hugged me tighter.

"Well...I need you to stay present. It's not common that we get to spend this much time together" he said while getting up and sitting against the wall behind the bed while tapping on the spot beside him, telling me to sit next to him.

This time, he would spend an entire month with me. It was unusual because of his job. He didn't have much time to travel, and since I lived kinda far from Korea , we couldn't see each other in person that much. But we would videocall everyday , even if our schedules were full , we would find even 5 minutes to just say goodmorning or goodnight.

"What do you want to to today?" He asked.

"I want to take you to my favorite ice cream place" I responded.

"Omg yess. I was craving something sweet" he said while smiling.

I couldn't resist his smile, so I pinched his cheeks.

"Mmm stop y/n...it hurts" he mumbled.

"You know I can't resist ahhahah" I said while laughing.

[ 2 hours later]

We got out of my house headed to the ice cream shop. When we arrived Han looked like a child at Disneyland. There were so many flavors to choose from,I couldn't blame him. It took us a while to decide, but after we did we sat down at a table facing a big window where you could see the beach.

"You really spent 20 minutes choosing a flavor and ended up choosing strawberry?" I teased hum

"I was so confused...I choosed the safest option" he said seriously.

I laughed and Han gave my a side eye

"I definitely think your right though. I also choosed a safe option" I said.

"Then why were you laughing?" He frowned.

" 'Cause you looked so serious about it ahahha" I said while laughing. Which made him start laughing too.

After we finished our ice creams, we took a walk down the seaside. He wasn't afraid to get recognised. Where I lived not many people knew what K-pop or Stray Kids were, so he felt safe not having to hide. "It was good feeling like a normal person" he told me the first time he came to my hometown. And I was happy to hear those words. I really wanted him to feel the safest possible. I never treated him any differently because of his job and his fame. He was just Han, the cute, goofy and most precious person in the entire world. He made me feel safe too. He never judge me for having anxiety and panick attacks. Because he was experiencing them too and people most of the time misunderstood him.

* flashback*

I still remember vividly the first time we met. It was my first time visiting South Korea and I was by myself. While walking through the city, I stopped at a crossroad feeling the anxiety take control of my body. People were pushing me, but I was unable to move. The caos and the loud noises of Seoul triggered an anxiety attack. Suddenly I felt a hand taking mine and helping me cross the road and taking me to a much quieter zone. I looked up wanting to thank the person who helped me and when I saw his face I immediately recognised him. But I decided not to say anything.

"Thank you" I said, while a sob left my mouth. I didn't even realise I had started to cry.

"It's okay. It had happened to me too. I recognised what was happening and I couldn't help myself. I had to take you to a safer place" he said gently while handing me a tissue.

"What's your name?" He asked me.

"I'm Y/n...Nice to meet you" I responded.

"I'm...H-Han" he said hesitant. He didn't know whether he was allowed to say his name if I didn't recognise him.

I smiled at him.

"Thank you so much again" I said

"You're welcome...I was headed to a convenient store...uhm...come with me I want to make sure you're fully okay" he said taking my hand and starting to walk to the destination.Arrived at the convenient store he grabbed some instant noodles and then I turned to me.

"Take whatever you want...it's on me" he smiled.

I wasn't hungry so I grabbed a water bottle...and I didn't want to look like I was taking advantage of him, even though he didn't know yet that I knew who he was. I had been a Stay for a year, but I wasn't the kind of fan that would jump on them If they ever met them. I knew they were humans like the rest of us and needed privacy.He grabbed my wrist gently after paying and he sat down at a table inside the convenient store. And he started making his noodles.

"Are you sure you just want water?" He asked.

"Yes...I'm not really hungry after what happened...I don't really know why it happened...I thought it stopped" I said while lowering my head and playing nervously with the water label.

"Hey...it's okay. You can't predict something like that. I'm glad I could help you" he said and then he smiled at me.

I smiled back, his smile was so contagious I couldn't help it

"See you are smiling now...you are okay...everything it's okay. You're safe" he said.

After that we talked for a while until it was time for him to leave.

"Are you sure you know the way to your hotel?" He asked.

I took my phone out of my bag

"I think I got it...I have Naver map" I said while opening the app.

"Ehm...your phone case..." he said frowning

Oh shit, I had a Stray kids photo card in my phone case

"Well...uhm...I recognised you from the start but I didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable...I know people can be crazy sometimes knowing who you are...I didn't want to...I don't know...I'm so sorry..." I mumbled. I felt my face turning red and tears about to start running through my face.

"Hey...hey. It's okay...I understand...don't worry about it...guess I won't have to hide from you" he responded while stroking my arm.

"Is it really okay? I understand if you are mad at me" a tear left my eye.

He wiped it and smiled

"I'm actually thankful that you didn't say anything...you could've told me though...I wasn't going to run away. You treated me with respect the whole time. And didn't take your phone out or acted crazy" he consoled me. "It really okay, I'm not mad at you" he continued.

I smiled shyly.

"Well...it's time for me to go. Uhm...can I have your number? I wanna check on you later, see if you arrived safe and sound" he said.

"Yeah sure" I smiled.

I gave him my number and then we hugged goodbye.

A couple of hours latee I got a text from a unknown number.

*unknown number* : Hi :) it's Han. Are you at the hotel? Hope you're safe. Just wanted to thank you again for treating me like a normal person.

Goodnight x.

That was the first of many texts. After that night we never stopped talking and   we became bestfriends...he became the best thing that ever happened to me.

* end of flashback *

" Y/n look. A playground! Can we go?" Han asked me with puppy eyes

"Of course my son" I mocked him

He sticked his tongue out and starter running towards the swings.Seconds later I was beside him but he pulled my shirt and asked

"Can you push me?"

"How can I say no to you?" I laughed.

We spent an hour at the playground and since it was dark already we decided to head back home.

While on the way home I felt like somebody was following us.

"Do you feel something weird?" I asked him.

"Uhm yes...I didn't want to bring it up 'Cause I didn't know If you felt it too" he said.

I looked around and saw that a group of teen girls was following us.

"There's a group of people following us...just walk faster so we can get further from them. Maybe they are not actually following us" I said nervously.

Not even the time to say that, that they starded shouting repeatedly

"Han, Han Jisung is that you? Can we have a picture?"

I felt so mad in that moment...why people don't understand the word "privacy" !?

I felt Han's hand take mine ad as soon my eyes locked with his , I knew what was happening. He was having a panick attack.

"Hannie please stay with me for a second. We are gonna run away from them.Don't worry" I said while I squeezed his trembling hand harder.

I started running while our hands were intertwined literally dragging Han behind me. I knew I had to look for a safe place. A couple of meters after I found a short cut that led to my house. We finally stopped after I made sure they were not following us anymore.

He was shaking, staring at a blank point.

"Hannie can you hear me?" I asked while taking his hands.

He nodded.

"You are okay now...you can feel my hand in yours. You are safe with me." I said calmly while putting one of his hands where his heart was.

"Concentrate on your heartbeat and on my hand squeezing yours"

He did as I said. And after a couple of minutes his breathing was back to normal.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"I think so...I didn't expect to have such an intense reaction" he whispered

"Hey" I said while lifting his face so he could look at me "It's not your fault. And you're safe with me. You always are. You know?" I smiled

"Yes...thank you y/n" he smiled.

"Aaawweee...here we go. My beautiful smiley boy is back" I said while hugging him. He returned the hug giggling.

"Let's go back home" I suggested

"Can we cuddle?" He asked

"Of course Ji" I said

We returned home safely. I knew that it would take a while for us to go outside comfortably again after what happened. But I was okay with it. My bestfriend's mental health came before anything else. I wanted him to feel as save as he could possibly feel.

A hug took me back to reality.

"Thank you y/n for always making me feel safe" He whispered.

I turned around to hug him properly

"You know I would give my life for you" I said to him. Then I kissed his cheek.

"I love you so much Hannie" I whispered.

"I love you too" he responded.

[yenich]

Hey sorry to bother but I always wonder? What does Sulley and Mike in human version think of boo? Again, Im so curious to know cause your art is so beautiful. I can't help myself cause I LOVE both movie so much! T_T

Hi!! Thanks for your question and compliments 🥺🙏💖 I appreciate your interest in what I do

I had some thoughts about Boo because she plays a big role in Sulley life c:

ATTENTION!!! huge amount of words.

Firstly, I thought that if I swapped monsters to humans, maybe I can swap Boo kinda the same way? I had an idea of making her a little racoon, whom Sulley would find somewhere near trash cans.

Sulley would find her cute and start feeding her secretly, and at one (probably cold day) he would bring Boo at their place, which make Mike really mad (it's a wild animal! it's dirty and dangerous!!!)

But after some time Mike would get used to Boo and they start living happily ahah x)

The second idea, honestly, I like more (though Boo as a lil racoon is also cute)

I like Sulley×Mike so sry if you have different views ahah😶

I thought that after some years of successful career and living together (as a, probably, married couple😪) they would start having feelings of adopting a child (Sulley was the first one)

It's a serious decision, so I think that Mike's word in this kind of things weighs more (Sulley is more "windy-minded" x))

I even had a scene in my head about how Mike changedhis mind, where a group of children came to the theater where they work for an excursion and Mike was in charge to show them everything and, somehow, inspire the new generation of future actors.

So, after spending a day with children and bonding with one of them, I think, he would finally feel like having their own with Sulley 🤨

Yeah, so in this version, Sulley and Mike adopted Boo (probably Boo is her nickname ahahah)

Anyways, those are my views about Boo in my human AU

Thank you for reading and asking 🙏💖

[airenyah]

Your essay on Joong's underrated acting skills deepened my Joong appreciation so much, that I watched Mafia the Series, I'm watching Ploy's Yearbook (even though there is a serious lack of Joong so far), and I'm planning on watching The Warp Effect too. I haven't watched het shows in over ten years, so this is a big deal! 😂 I really liked him with Dunk in their shows, but MTS gave me another facet of him, because he's so timid in it, unlike in SIMM and HA, where he's (seemingly) very cool and in control. So thank you for making me a full time Joong (and Dunk) girl 💜

i saw this message first thing in the morning when i woke up yesterday and it instantly put me in a good mood!!! <3

YESSSSSS I'M SO HAPPY TO HEAR THAT

mafia the series might actually be my absolute fave thai het-show, it's just SO funny!!!! and the entire cast is so great, like, not just joong but the entire cast plays off each other SO well. and don't even get me started on gina virahya and her portrayal of anna kondra!!!!

you know, when i went into mafia the series i saw the poster and was like "ughh i really am gonna have to sit through this standard (overly) dramatic mafia show just for joong, huh. the things i do for my boy..." and then. AND THEN. you can imagine my surprise. i was crying tears of laughter throughout the show and i was actually laughing so hard that my mom made a comment about how she could hear my laugh in my room

beam is my loser boy and joong portrays him in such an adorably awkward way, i love it <333

and yes there IS a serious lack of joong in ploy's yearbook so far :((((

it was quite funny tho bc in the one scene where joong does show up i immediately recognized him by the back of his head, like!! i saw this:

and instantly went "OH there's my boy!!!!!" 😂😂😂

and i can't wait to see him with film bc film did extremely well with gun in not me and i feel like film and joong will also work together really well

you know, i'm always happy to turn people into full time joong (and dunk) girls!!!!!!

i've adored them ever since simm which i watched live from ep2 onwards. fun fact, actually: when i started simm i actually had no idea who they were (even though technically i'd seen dunk in bad buddy already, except i wasn't paying attention to the random high school bandmates and so i didn't actually recognize dunk and only realized later on ahahah)

aaaanyway, i had no idea who they were, right? and so in 2022 my mom and i spent two nights in prague during easter and in the evening we were in our hotel room and we were kinda looking for something to watch. and i was like "hey look, gmmtv has a new bl out and it looks kinda cute and fluffy judging by the thumbnails?? and like something that doesn't require too much brain power?? plus, there's also only two eps out so far, so we'll be caught up right away" and so we watched the first two episodes and then the two of us ended up watching every new ep together every week hahaha

i actually didn't really talk about it on tumblr back then and when you go back on my blog you'll see that there are hardly any simm post. but really, with every new simm episode that aired i liked joongdunk more and more. and especially once the characters started dating i was actually so in awe about just how comfortable joong and dunk were with each other and how they absolutely weren't afraid to touch? like, their physical affection was just so casual, like it was the most natural thing in the world to them in an "i'm-not-even-thinking-about-it-bc-it's-so-normal" kind of way and that was just soooo refreshing to watch?? i was (and still am) truly amazed

and when just a couple of months later, at the end of 2022 gmmtv announced joongdunk were gonna get another show together i got SO excited!! and also when it was revealed that simm was included in our skyy 2!!!!

and then hidden agenda started airing and then i was tagged in that tag game and then i went to watch joong's entire filmography and then i ended up falling into a joongdunk rabbit hole and here we are...

anyway, i have multiple agendas and one of them is turning people into joong fans and dunk fans and joongdunk fans sllksdfd

and my other agenda is getting people to watch mafia the series, bc it's truly a gem of a show!!!!

(speaking of agendas: the only thing that's missing in your message is you telling me that you approve of my fight for a sexy joongdunk vampire bl, like... that would have made the message and the influence of my joong/dunk/joongdunk blogging complete 😂😂😂)

[landwriter]

currents 🌊

Tagged by @carnelianmeluha and @sleepsonfutons!

Current time: 9:29 PM

Current mood: bleary, pleased, vaguely optimistic

Current activity: am more soup* than person today so literally just been existing. (*and NOT a vichyssoise let me tell ya)

Currently thinking about: lesbians, beds, lesbian beds; the level of skill it takes to get a sinus headache in the middle of summer; having a late dinner through the sheer power of thinking about it very hard; cancelling enrollment in two summer classes that start tomorrow to work on Other Projects instead; needing to buy aerial straps still, do my biz bookkeeping, and put the blueberries and peonies in the ground; half-formed travel plans and road trips; baby shower gifts; maybe doing a shoot tomorrow morning &c. or: the usual dull roar of adhd <3<3<3

Current favourite character: hob gadling ofc

Current favourite song: v fave song agnostic but Lucius' Million Dollar Secret has been rotating in my head for months. could also do Blue Swede's Hooked on a Feeling at karaoke from memory rn

Currently reading: haven't started/bought it yet but need to read The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo for my book club with the girlies in (checks notes) less than 48 hours. will be hella currently reading that tomorrow probably haha oh god it's 400 pages ope

Currently watching: sorry for sounding insufferable but ~the night falling outside~ i'm sorry, i don't super do shows ahahah. need to watch bound (1996) though!! maybe as a treat if i make it thru this week

Current wips: secret big project, even more secret (non-fandom!) project, oaths coda once those two are done, then in no particular order: retired!dream thing about betraying bodies and queer sex, the 70s san francisco au aka lighthouses, the accidental actual lighthouse au ft gothic romance and monsterfucking, 80s noir thriller Just Like Love sequel

tagging, with no pressure at all: @moorishflower @fishfingersandscarves @softest-punk @broomsticks @historyandqueershenanigans & anyone who wants to give us a status update

[loumandivorce]

loustat iwtv playlist

here's my iwtv loustat playlist in chronological order if anyone's interested. it's basically just a bunch of gratuitous vampire references and too much will wood but hey.

explanation for each song choice under the cut

Do It All The Time - Lestat pov in beginning interactions (we're taking over the world/a little victimless crime/then i'm taking your innocence/i'll be corrupting your mind) Lay All Your Love On Me - Lestat pov during this time (don't waste your emotion/lay all of your blood on me) Me and Mr. Wolf - the courting/hunting thing (if i taste you will we know/if love kills or makes you whole/tears you open/brings you home) Eat You - The Turning Vampire References in Minor Key - lestat and louis first day vampiring Psycho Killer - louis various murder sprees Butch 4 Butch - ep. 3 loustat specifically (my sweetheart's piano is rat-filled/and mine is invested with bugs) Skeleton Appreciation Day - loustat being weird (bones, bones, bones/let me see your bones) Yes, To Err Is To Be Human, So Don't Be One - buildup and ep. 5 dv scene (i could suck your blood till your lips turn blue/drain you of your love if you want me to) Come To Me - literally the same placement as come to me in the show The Haunted Phonograph - about the record, also just a neat relationship study (so play me on your phonograph and swear that I'll Be yours/though your heart and voice can nevermore be one) Twist The Knife - crazy gay hate sex (got love and hate confused/can't separate the two/oh my love, how i've hated you) Your Body, My Temple - crazy gay hate sex part 2 Choke - Acoustic - louis and claudia murder plot (so shut your dirty mouth/if i could burn this town i wouldn't hesitate/to smile while you suffocate) Diggin' Up Hatchets - ahahah nooo don't falsely believe you're removing yourself from a toxic situation even as the abuser's hold goes deeper you're so sexy ahahah (we're ripping all the wires from our heads/we're pumping out the poison from our veins/and scrubbing out these wicked stains) House of the Rising Sun - introspective louis As The World Caves In - the balcony + ballroom scene (and here it is/our final night alive) Control - when louis tries to feed lestat the twin (i've grown familiar with villains that live in my head/they beg me to write them so i never die when i'm dead) Villainous Thing - Lestat pov of the murder plot, basically him calling Louis a big meanie (oh, dear let's remove those pretty clothes/cause you're a villainous thing/and i don't think anyone knows) My Body Is a Cage - the actual murder (we take what we're given/just because we forgot doesn't mean we're forgiven) Bloodsucker - lestat pov of him rotting in that coffin + redemption/pity party Sympathy For the Devil - ripped straight from the 1994 movie, lestat returns

[prue84]

White sheets, Space Threesome version

Fandom: Star Trek (reboot) Timeline: AOS (2.0) Series: White sheets

The Power Trio of the U.S.S. Enterprise in bed.

Post-Into Darkness, both Spock and Nyota find themselves torn about their feelings toward Jim, feelings awakened by James's tragic brush with death. Feelings growing as days pass, and closeness with a weak James facing rehabilitation. Each of them face their conflicting feelings on their own, until Nyota decides it's time to talk to Spock. It's a shock for her to discover that he too is feeling pulled in two opposite directions, the one who leads to Nyota (the woman he loves) and the one who leads to James (a man for whom he's harboring many different emotions). Neither wish to break their relationship, neither feel they'll be able to stop the growing love for James Kirk. Eventually they find a solution to the conundrum: include James in their romantic life. If James agrees, that's all.

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Based on a prompt at @ksspringfever by Anonymous:

KSX! That means Kirk/Spock/someone else. Give me some polyam fics! Personally, I'm partial to Kirk/Spock/McCoy and AOS Kirk/Spock/Uhura, but you can make anyone the third, even an OC. All that I ask is that you make sure it is a polyamorous relationship - don't break them up to pair them up, I want all three (or more?) to be together, no one sidelined.

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Yes, they are in a very balanced polyamorous relationship and they are very happy about it.

This manip had been planned back in 2015 (or even before). All necessary pics were collected back then. Skip to 2023. One of the people I follow in Tumblr reblogs a post from @ksspringfever. The curiosity killed the cat and I took a look at the prompts. I happen into one asking for a Spirkxothers, with a preference for either McSpirk or Spihura. Bam. I love the threesome so much that I jumped on the idea... completely missing that the person asked for a fic. ahahah. But at least, not without hurdles, I sat down and made a manip - the first in months. Which makes the effort worthy. A kind admin reached out to reassure me I could post it anyway, so here I am.

I have other pics that, in an alternate timeline in which I am productive, would be turned into Space Threesome. There might be a chance for another from the same tv show, same setting (a bed) but different shooting set - possibly different season. But the one I irk to do the most, and I hope to make, will be an explicit bisexual threesome with pegging. Don't hold your breath though.

Name from a series featuring all the four flavours of Spirk (TOS, TOS Mirror, AOS and AOS Mirror) that was started in 2015. One is finished and ugly, one needs some retouches so at least two could see some light in the future.

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Tec stuffs (aka Behind The Manip) Most of the time expensive part of manipping had been already take care of in 2015, I already had a couple of pic per actor ready to select from. Not to say the manip was easier. The original pic featured a big copyright logo that had to be removed by painstaking and precise use of cloning brush. Then it was the selection of the best faces and the irking action of actually fitting the faces. Zoe and Pine were easy, all things considered (the woman's hair had to be fixed, the man's face partially covered, shadows fixed). But then comes Zachary Fucking Quinto, the guy with the most brushy and biggest brows this side of Hollywood. The original actor held his head in a very unique position, and fit Zachary wasn't easy, especially on the neck. But then... Spock-ize Zachary *insert crying emoji here*. The worst were the hair. I'm still not happy, but I tried the best I could. I'm still torn on this manip. One on side I like it, on another I'm not convinced of it. But I know it's all fault of the original pic, which had bad light.

Credits

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Crossposted Livejournal: prue84.livejournal.com/96763.html Dreamwidth: prue84.dreamwidth.org/88222.html Deviantart: deviantart.com/prue84/art/White-sheets-AOS-OT3-955321116 AO3: archiveofourown.org/works/45574972