#they could have swelled more into him being a family guy but they just kinda didn’t and it was very meh overall

[mazojo]

Anyways XO Kitty love interests summarized

Dae

Min Ho

Yuri

[puckinghischier]

just a random post with a string of nonsense thoughts about the hughes brothers and how bad i want to be a part of that family

like, not even having to marry into it kinda way, but maybe being best friends with one of the boys and just assimilating into their routines?

i mean, imagine being jack’s bestie and always being over at their house or driving him to hockey practice or tagging along to games and it’s always just assumed you’re staying for dinner after giving him a ride home from practice. Or it’s always assumed when they go to the lake on weekends you’re going to be there too

and don’t even get me started on how luke and quinn basically treat you like a sister since you’re attached to jack’s hip and act just like him. the arguments you’d have with luke about who gets to choose what’s on tv, then quinn eventually vetos any kind of compromise between the two of you because he’s the oldest so his choice “means more than both of yours combined”

also thinking about when the guys want to go play golf but you show up at their house to hang out with them, so they have you tag along and drive the golf cart, resulting in everyone getting kicked off of the golf course because you were caught by the cart girl for having two grown men hanging off of the back of your golf cart re-enacting king of the world from titanic as you make your way to the green.

or when you go on a date with a guy your friend set you up with, all three of them sneak around and tag along in ridiculous “disguises” with fake wigs and mustaches to make sure he’s not a dick or a serial killer. and when you catch them, seeing a glimpse of luke’s curly hair from a few booths down, you walk over to confront them and threaten to call ellen because you know that’s the only threat that scares them, watching them scurry off with glares on their faces, mumbling how they just wanted to make sure he wasn’t a dick.

then weeks later, when the same guy ghosts you and you see him with another girl, the only place you want to go is the hughes house, so you show up unannounced, quinn watching you walk into the kitchen (you have a key so you just let yourself in) with tear stained cheeks and he immediately goes angry big brother mode, insisting you tell him where the asshole lives so he can go rough him up a bit. jack comes downstairs to see what all the commotion is, and once he hears what happened he takes over quinn’s role as shoulder to cry on, quinn already setting everything up for a movie night and telling luke he needs to go out and get your favorite snacks.

when ellen and jim come home that night to a dark house and a blanket mound in the middle of their living room floor, they see you asleep cuddled in-between jack and quinn, with luke laying at everyone’s feet, and they smile and turn the tv off, happy that all of their kiddos are safe under one roof tonight.

and the next morning, when you all wake up to ellen cooking a huge breakfast, knowing her boys wake up like starved animals, she pulls you aside to make sure you’re okay, her heart swelling when you look over at the three heathen’s absolutely demolishing their plates of breakfast, and tell her you’ve never been better.

don’t even get me started on holidays. you have to split time between your own family and the hughes residence like you’re a child of divorce because you’ve been involved in all of their holiday traditions since you could remember. you help them decorate their tree, you help ellen wrap presents, you help jim set up all of their yard decorations, you have annual ginger bread house decorating competitions with each of the boys, and your favorite, helping the boys surprise ellen with a huge gift each year.

or when you attend all of their big games, from their team usa juniors games, to quinn and luke’s games at michigan, to each brother’s first pro game. you and ellen always have matching, personalized jersey’s for the occasion, wanting every to know who you’re there to support.

also thinking about flying out and being there for each of them when they go through their first big struggle with homesickness and missing their family, wanting to be there for them like they’ve been there for you over the years. and sending them each care packages each month with goodies from home and handmade gifts from whatever craft you’ve taken up that month (the crochet phase produced some very oddly shaped socks)

and when you decide you can’t stand not living near your favorite set of brothers, you move be closer to the youngest two, hating that you likely won’t be able to live in a place close to all three of them again. but quinn petitioned for partial custody (his exact words to jack) so the spare bedroom at his apartment in vancouver is now yours and he insists on paying for you to fly out to his place every other month, no matter how much you protest that you can buy your own plane tickets.

you know they all have countdowns to lake time each summer on their phones, too. quinn sending updates in the groupchat every day, then starting over the day everyone returns home from the summer festivities.

but overall, i’m just thinking about how fun i know it would be, and how anyone in that family will be surrounded by so much kindness and love.

anyways there’s my nonsense, random, run-on string of thoughts for the day.

[strafepanzer]

chapter four: loose ends

of love & lemons | k.bakugo | m.list

▸ ▸ ▸ warnings: 18+! angst, more talking about feelings, fem and male receiving oral, making out, alcohol consumption

▸ ▸ ▸ wc: 6.7k

▸ ▸ ▸ a/n: ahhhhhh omg i love the last scene of this fic so much, i hope you enjoy it too!!

Overthinking has always come easy, but this is just ridiculous.

Thoughts plague you as you wander with the rest of the group through the forest path towards the beach. Chatter flows effortlessly, yet your mind ticks.

Why had Shouto acted like that with you? Did he overhear you in the dorm with the rest of the girls? Did he not like seeing you in your swimsuit? Did Bakugo say something to him? Either way, there was no reason for him to be acting like that towards you.

Your lonely upbringing led to you making friends with most people you came across, but your even matchup with Shouto all those years ago had you gravitating towards each other from the get-go. Your easy, fiery personality melted his cold, icy heart and it wasn’t long before you were study buddies, training partners. 

You graduated high school together, entered university together. It wasn’t only huge milestones like those that you shared and bonded through, but simple things like going to movies with friends, bar-hopping; hell, you even organized a surprise birthday party for him at the beginning of year and invited everyone he’d formed friendships with over the years.

Including Momo, which you were kinda (very) bitter about at the time. 

A shiver runs over your skin and you wrap your arms around yourself, glancing over at a very animated Denki as he explains the importance of nu-metal to Shouto. 

Shouto with his two-toned hair and heterochromic eyes, with his fire and his ice, with his inability to read the room and lack of tact. You’d opened up to him about being an only child and having parents that worked away constantly, and he told you about his mum, why he hated his dad so much. Even so, he’d had his dad design you a suit that could withstand the even hottest flames, despite the fact that he never went out of his way to talk to him.

You were best friends.

It’s not his fault that you were – until yesterday— in love (was it love, really?) with him, and he didn’t feel the same. Not his fault that you felt you needed to distance yourself from him. What was his fault was the accusation that the guy you’d fallen for wasn’t genuine.

And he hadn’t even said anything about it to your face.

Why didn’t he say anything to you?

What you feel for Bakugo isn’t the same as what you felt for Shouto. For him, there was longing; there were schoolgirl fantasies of picket fences and weddings and two spoons for one dessert. Of a family with two kids and a dog and a cheesy adult life together. With Bakugo, it’s different. You want to touch him, hold him, feel him. You’ve fallen for his eyes, the dangerous way he looks at you, and his hands, how they feel on you, the size of yours in his; the way he speaks to you, calms you, treats you like you’re more than a crush. It’s now and it’s real, and you’re exploring it together.

You hold your cold fingers against your burning cheeks as you scan the group for him.

He’s looking at you from where he’s walking, a little bit ahead of you, and you speed up to catch him.

“You okay?” He mumbles, hands shoved deep in the pockets of his boardshorts. You resist the urge to drape yourself against him, the naked skin of his back and chest, swells and dips of his muscled arms. You hum a yes, but your eyes are on the ground. “Right, seems like you’re fucking swell.” His sarcasm is comforting, you knock him with your hip.

“Thinking about you.” Your words leave your lips in a sigh, and he arches a brow at you. It wasn’t a lie, not really. “You’re nice to me.” You smile, holding your forearms behind your back.

“Yeah?” He’s intrigued by your admission, probably more confused than anything. “Why are you thinking about that right now?”

“I told the girls I liked you, and they were confused. Apparently, you’re mean.” You shrug.

“Huh.” He raises his eyebrows, doesn’t say anything else. Doesn’t ask why. He’s oddly calm.

“You don’t care that I told them?” You frown.

“I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t say anything.” You grumble childishly, he chuckles.

“What the hell do you want me to say?” He asks softly, drapes an arm over your shoulders, pulls you against him.

You’re sure you stop breathing. You look up at him, but he’s looking ahead— or pointedly avoiding your gaze, you’re not sure. It’s strange how natural it feels, and you smile despite yourself, pull your bottom lip between your teeth and take a breath in through your nose.

The air is cool, but you’re warm, heart beating sporadically in your chest as you walk through the woods, tucked under Bakugo’s arm. It’s peaceful, calm—

“Oi,” Eijiro calls, jogging up to fall into step next to you. “Can’t believe you didn’t tell your best friend that you’ve got a girlfriend.” He complains with a whiny sigh. “Unmanly, Kastuki.”

“Want me to tell you when I take a fucking dump too, dumbass?” Bakugo growls, pulls you closer. “It’s none of your fucking business.” He reiterates.

“I’m your best friend.” He complains, sets his eyes on you. They trail down your neck to your chest where your jacket is unzipped “I like your swimsuit.” He winks, and you flinch as Bakugo holds up a palm, sends off an explosion in his direction.

“Bakugo!” You scold, hide against his chest to shield your eyes.

But Eijiro’s ready for it, used to it, it seems. He simply dodges, flashes you a knowing smile. “Be gentle with him, he’s sensitive.” He winks, again.

“Fuck off, fuckface!” Bakugo yells, and with a laugh, Eijiro jogs back to Kaminari and the group of teens watching the interaction. Kyoka flashes you a thumbs up and you roll your eyes with a grin.

After a few moments, you look up at him. “You didn’t correct him when he called me your girlfriend.”

“You already said you’d be mine.” He shrugs. “If you don’t wanna put a damn label on it, we don’t have to.” His red eyes are looking down at you, ready for a response.

“No, I…” You make it out of the trees and onto the sand, see Aizawa in the distance with a huge bonfire ready to light. Bakugo stops walking, holds you close as your classmates walk past, shouts profanities at anyone who stares too long.

Shouto doesn’t look as he passes.

Your stomach knots up, and you snake an arm around Bakugo’s waist, pull yourself closer to him. He’s warm, and it’s comforting, solid and stable.

The sun is setting oranges and pinks and purples and blues in the sky, reflecting like molasses against the serene waves of the water. Higher in the sky, the moon’s already out, stars twinkling as twilight threatens to take over the sunset.

You don’t want to move, just want to stay under his arm, looking at the sky forever.

“D’ya wanna be my girlfriend?” He asks quietly, and when you look at him, he’s blushing, watching the sun set in the distance. You watch him for a minute, revel in the serenity of the moment; then you stretch up on your toes to press a kiss to his cheek.

“If it means you’re gonna be defending my honour, then yes.” You grin. His eyes flash down to your body, the curves of your torso, your bikini top. He bites his lip.

“Among other things.” He says lowly, voice husky as his free hand comes to rest on your shoulder, thumb drawing along your collarbone, nudging the jacket from your shoulder. “Your swimsuit,” His eyes are watching his fingers trace the orange piping of one of the triangles.

You shiver, and you’re sure nipple beads under his touch; your whole face heats up. “H-happy coincidence.” You whisper, the same twisty, fluttering feeling in your stomach returning.

He hums, lips descend to your neck. “Happy indeed.”

“Oi!” Eijiro yells from a distance. “We’re waiting!”

Bakugo huffs a sigh, kisses your neck gently. “To be continued.” He mumbles, nuzzling your ear with his nose, sending another shiver up your spine. He zips up your jacket—all the way to the top—zipper tickling your chin.

“Okay.” You laugh, step away from him and drag your hand down his arm, linking your fingers. A shy smile grows on your face as you lead him over to the group, Aizawa is staring at the pair of you with a raised eyebrow.

“What’s this? A couple? In my camp? I give you all far too much freedom.” He grumbles, and Bakugo squeezes your hand. Kyoka pokes you in the arm, waggles her eyebrows when you look at her. “We’ve been cut short.” He says, sighing. “We’re heading back tomorrow because of reasons out of my control, so I’ve put on a party for you.”

“A party?” Deku gasps, chatter ensues.

“But!” Aizawa calls over the noise. “I have a speech that you have to listen to before I go.” His eyes briefly shift to you and Bakugo, then to some of the other students. “I understand that youth is… exciting.”

“Sensei, please.” Kaminari groans. “Not the birds and the bees.”

He ignores him. “You’re making friends, dating, being young.” He takes a pause, for the drama, probably. “But for you, life after university doesn’t entail boring office jobs or climbing the corporate ladder, does it?” You glance around, everyone looks as confused as you. “You will be heroes. I know about your job offers. Four of you have offers overseas, the rest of you have at least one offer here.”

You see where this is going. The cool wind on the beach picks up, and you pull your hand from Bakugo’s grip to fold your arms.

“You’re bound to get even more offers come graduation.” He continues, takes a deep breath. “It’s going to be exciting and new, and although the bonds you create here will be lasting, they’ll be… interrupted.” He rubs his face, tucks some hair behind his ear. “What I’m trying to drive home is this: don’t let the bonds you have affect your journey. Don’t take an offer with a lesser company because your best friend is close by, or your girlfriend doesn’t want you to leave the country.”

You feel that last one like a slap in the face.

Suddenly the vague tidbit of gossip about Bakugo heading to the U.S after graduation is in the forefront of your brain.

There’s a heavy silence, and your stomach is in your throat. You want to look up at Bakugo, gauge his reaction, but you’re frozen.

“Well, just something to think about, I guess.” His tone lightens, and he picks up some bags. “I got takeout. Cooler is full of drinks, but please—for my sanity—don’t drink too much; All Might’s the one who put the deposit down on the cabin and it wasn’t cheap.” He hands a bag to you, one to Kyoka, two to Iida, and trudges off.

There’s a stunned silence, until Bakugo takes the bag from you, opens it and digs some containers out.

“I’m gonna have this one,” he says, holds it out for you to take. “What do you want?” Kaminari and Eijiro flank Kyoka for food and there’s chatter where Iida’s trying to fairly assign containers.

“Uh, the same?” Your voice is small, and he sends you a pointed glare. You cave, tell him your favourite take out dish, and he fishes it out, hands the bag to Deku.

“Come with me.” He grabs your hand, drags you towards the water’s edge. He sits, and you follow suit.

“Look, if you—”

“Shut up.” He rolls his eyes, pokes you in the forehead.  “I like you, you like me. Don’t fucking listen to him.”

“But—”

“If you don’t wanna do this, we won’t.” He frowns, rests a wrist on a propped-up knee.

“I do!” You argue, pout. He grins, leans over and kisses your lips.

“Then we’re doin’ it.” He takes his container from your hand, replaces it with yours.

You glance down at the food, his hands. “You forgot utensils.” He realises it as you say it, frowns over at you, embarrassed, then bounds up, heads back to the group. You follow him with the food, a little anxious at your classmate’s reactions to the PDA, but mostly everyone is busy, itching to eat something.

Shouto is crouching by the unlit bonfire, left pointer finger pointed at the base as if he wants to light it. He feels your eyes, turns, and you give him a small grin and a wave. He sends you a tight smile and turns away.

“Here,” Bakugo hands you a pair of chopsticks, follows your line of sight.

“He hates me.” You sigh, glance up at him. “Not that you care.”

“I care. I just don’t want the fucker getting between us.” He sends Shouto’s back a glare of his own, and nods towards Deku and Kaminari, who are sitting on a log with Kirishima and Sero; Kyoka’s on a towel in front of them. “Wanna sit with your friends?”

“They’re your friends, too.” You roll your eyes, lead the way over to them.

“Eh, I put up with Eiji for reasons unknown.” He shrugs, but you gasp at the nickname.

“Eiji?”

“Shut up.” He glares, but you just laugh, fall down onto Kyoka’s towel next to her.

“Hey.” You chirp, conversation stops. You get the feeling that if Bakugo wasn’t sitting down on the log next to Kaminari, that you’d be met with a thousand questions.

“Hey?” Kyoka scoffs, eyeing you with a raised brow.

“Yeah, can’t come over here holding hands and expect us not to ask questions.” Eijiro gets up, slides between Kaminari and Bakugo, nudges Bakugo, almost knocks him off the log.

“Fuckin’ shitty—” He grumbles, but you cut him off.

“Ask away.” You shrug, opening your takeaway box and hiding a smile behind it. They jump on you.

“How?” Kirishima.

“Why?” Sero.

“When?” Deku.

“What exactly is it about this guy that you like?” Kirishima asks again, and you feel all eyes on you. All questions directed at you.

“Ah, well,” you did offer for them to ask you. Bakugo’s eating, but you can tell he’s just as interested in your answers as everyone else. “Look at him.” You shrug.

There’s a burst of laughter and Denki and Sero are complaining.

“You can’t do that! You can’t just fall back on looks! He’s looked like that for years.” Denki complains, annoyed.

“Yeah, we wanna know what he did to finally bag you.” Sero grins, and Bakugo bristles.

Finally?

The boys on the log all see your confusion, and they glance at Bakugo, who is busying himself with his food.

“You didn’t tell her?” Eijiro asks, but Bakugo says nothing, shoves a lump of chicken into his mouth and looks out at the water.

“Tell me what?” You’re suspicious now, but it doesn’t outweigh your hunger. You hoe down another mouthful of food.

“He’s liked you since high school, that’s what.” The red head laughs. But it can’t be right, because the whole reason this thing with him started was because—

“I told you I didn’t like her like that.” He says, reading your thoughts as he waves his chopsticks in your direction. “Your imagination is fuckin’ wild.”

Eijiro ignores the interaction between the two of you. “Yeah, remember in our final year’s sport’s festival when you turned into a human torch and your clothes—” Disintegrated. 

“Okay, okay, yeah, I don’t want to remember that.” You laugh, whole body heating up in embarrassment.

“You’re making me sound like a fucking pervert, it wasn’t because she was naked that I fucking—you know what? I don’t need—” Bakugo’s getting flustered, and you’re enjoying every second. “Just fucking drop it, or I’ll kill you.”

“Technically, Cementoss cubed her in before anyone could see anything anyway.” Kyoka adds, thumbing in your direction. “But you’re telling me that you knew, and you didn’t tell me?” She glares at Denki then, who jumps in shock at her accusation.

“He said he’d kill me!” He defends dramatically.

Your attention creeps back to your boyfriend—you’ll need to get used to calling him that—and you watch him as he eats, looks out to the ocean, steals a glance at you. You grin at him, and he blushes, rolls his eyes.

The rest of the class find their way to the adjoining logs, towels are laid down for the students that were too slow, as everyone sits down to enjoy the food. When the food’s gone—Iida, Izuku and Bakugo eat thirds—Denki rushes back to the house with Kyoka to get her hero boots—for music, of course—and chatter ensues.

Mostly about you and Bakugo.

Go figure.

“Come for a walk.” Bakugo holds his hand out for you to take, and you grab it. Then you’re slipping off your sandals and walking along the edge of the water, bathed by the last light of the barely there sun.

You chuckle, he glances down at you, brow arched in a silent ‘what?’. “You really like me.” You laugh, poking him in the stomach. “How embarrassing!”

“Wow.” He rolls his eyes, but he can’t hide the ghost of a smirk on his face. “Really mature.”

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” You ask, watching as the water runs up to cover your feet, sand tickling the tops of them.

“Doesn’t fucking matter.” He grumbles, looks up at the stars.

“Katsuki,” You smile, testing his name on your lips as you turn to him, cover your joined hands with your free one. “Kiss me.” You demand gently, propping up on your tippy toes, and licking your lips.

He doesn’t reply, just covers your mouth with his, presses a hand to the back of your neck. You drop his hands and run your fingers through his hair, hum against his lips as his other hand dips under your jacket and runs up your back.

With a surprising push, you tumble the both of you down onto the sand, laughing. You’re straddling him, running your hands down his torso, lips on his throat as he reaches for the lip of your zipper, runs it all the way down until your jacket’s open.

He breathes your name and you stop, push back to meet his eyes. “I, uh,” he starts, staring up at you; he pushes some hair from your face and runs his thumb along your wet bottom lip. “I’m not just… second best, right?” He says it so softly, you’re not sure it’d even come out of his mouth.

“No.” You frown. What? “No way.” You’re torn between being sad for him—it’d take a lot for him to ask—and being offended that he felt you’re ingenuine.

“Fuck, it’s just,” he breathes, drags his hand down his face. “I’m not used to this, and I’ve wanted you for a really fucking long time, so…”

“It’s okay,” You mumble, lean down to kiss his forehead. “I’m here.” His nose. “Touch me.” His lips. You look into his eyes for a brief moment, then his kissing you hungrily, hands in your hair, leaving you breathless.

+

“Okay you two, that’s enough!” Mina yells. You take your lips from Bakugo’s neck and sit up, send her a glare that she probably can’t see. The sun’s completely gone now, moon high up in the sky surrounded by the kind of stars you can only see out by the countryside. It’s nothing like being in the deep smog of the city.

Bakugo gropes your butt over your swimmers. “I’m not done.” He grumbles lowly. You laugh down at him, pinch one of his pretty pink nipples. “Oi—”

“Come on!” She yells, closer. “Geez, I can’t believe I’ve gotta find out about you two from Denki. Denki! I thought we were friends.” She rants, closer. You hop off of Bakugo, dust the sand from your knees and calves.

“I’m sorry, it’s kind of a sudden thing—”

“Why the fuck are you screaming at us to come back?” Bakugo snaps, turning his back to Mina, adjusting his… oh. You laugh and link arms with her, hold your hand out for him to take when he’s ready—which he does. It’s nice to hold his hand. Good to just be touching him.

“We’re about to light the bonfire, and y’know, who better to do it?” Mina sighs, leaning her head against your shoulder.

“Uh, Shouto?” You snort.

“Don’t know where he is. He took off with Momo and they’re not on the beach; Tsu said not to bother with looking for them.” She shrugs as the three of you trudge up the beach, through the soft, dry sand.

“Couldn’t have pretended you couldn’t see us, though? Fucking figures.” Bakugo mumbles, and you squeeze his hand, send him a smile over your shoulder.

“Shut up, stop being such an asshole.” Mina grumbles. A few of your friends cheer upon your arrival.

“Fire time!” Denki announces, bouncing up from the log he was perched by Kyoka on. “Okay, Fire Princess, light us up!” He does a jiggy dance, points dramatically at the fire. Mina jogs over to sit next to Toru, and Bakugo rests his chin on your shoulder.

“C’mon, Fire Princess, we’ve got things to do.” He whispers in your ear.

“Are you ‘things’?” You laugh, raise an eyebrow at him.

“Maybe.” He shrugs. You laugh and shake him off, move closer to the huge mound of logs and sticks and kindling, crouch at the base. Generally, you’d use your hands to shoot the fire, but you’d been training on something you called ‘dragon technique’ lately, and—if it didn’t get out of control—it’d look really fucking sick.

You pick a spot right at the centre of the base, between the logs and sticks, and—like blowing out a candle—you purse your lips and blow, the flames hitting their target with ease. Your friends cheer, and you shoot a look back at Bakugo as you tuck some hair behind your ear.

Like any normal fire without petrol, it takes a while to grow in size, but it doesn’t matter. Bakugo lays his towel out and you drape yourself between his legs, both of you watching the fire grow —and Ochako and Mina dancing in front of it—as Kyoka plays some pop/rock song that she’s been ‘totally obsessed with lately’ from her boots.

“Here!” Kirishima grins, throws you both a drink. You sit up to catch yours, the other one whooshes past your head and into Bakugo’s hand.

It’s beer. 

“I don’t know if you drinking is the best idea.” Bakugo says lowly in your ear, reaching over to pluck it out of your hands. “Remember last time?”

“Last time?” Eijiro butts in, looking at you quizzically.

“Ah, don’t worry about it, boring story.” You laugh, toss a look over your shoulder at Bakugo, who’s drinking your beer, Adam’s apple bobbing.

You glance around and find Momo sitting with Mineta and Tokoyami, beers in their hands, no Shouto in sight, which is strange until,

“Can I have a word?” You look up and see Shouto, standing over you and Bakugo. God, he’s so fucking quiet, like a ninja. You feel Bakugo tense behind you, so you pinch his thigh.

“Yeah, of course.” You smile, moving to get up. Before you’re at full height, Bakugo grabs your jacket, pulls you down by the collar to plant a kiss on your lips.

He doesn’t say anything, but you can see the pleading look in his eyes; it shoots into your heart like an arrow.

“Be right back.” You smile, trying to reassure him, then you ruffle his hair and follow after Shouto, who must have walked off the moment Bakugo kissed you.

It’s quiet, besides the music thumping in the background. Serene.

“I’m sorry.” He says quietly, looking up at the moon. You follow his line of sight, take in the glowing orb, shadowy craters scattering its surface. When you don’t say anything, he elaborates. “I didn’t think of your feelings, or Momo’s. I can…” He takes a breath, huffs a sigh. “I can tell you like him, and he can’t keep his hands off of you, so—”

“Alright, alright, that’s enough, you’re making it weird.” You laugh, the weight of the past few days falling off of your shoulders. It's embarrassing how a few simple words could completely diffuse the situation.

“Bakugo seems to really like you, but if he ever hurts you, I’ll kill him.” He says seriously, stopping in his tracks, looking down at you.

“I think I’ll be okay, Shouto.” You smile. You hold out your arms for a hug, but when he steps closer, there’s a loud whistle.

You both look to see Bakugo watching, arms crossed over his chest. “TWO FUCKING FEET APART!” He yells, Kirishima chuckles into a fist next to him.

Shouto retracts his step, shakes his head with a smile. “As long as you don’t hate me.” He rests a hand on top of your head, smiles and takes it off.

“I don’t think I could, to be honest.” You beam up at him.  And it’s the truth, he’d always hold a special place in your heart: the first love, the best friend. “C’mon, you need to go thank your girlfriend for making you a better person.” You nod towards the group, see Bakugo sit back on the towel in the distance.

“True, true.” He runs a hand through his hair, turns and begins walking you back to the group. “So, you’ll keep training with me?” He asks, almost a mumble.

“I… I hadn’t thought about stopping that, Shouto.” You say, brows furrowed. You usually spend holidays with the Todoroki’s, with your parents generally gone during them. Gone almost always.

Last year, you even spent Christmas with them.

Endeavour even called you the morning of your birthday.

“Good. Endeavour would be… disappointed.” He says slowly, flicking his hair out of his eyes with a shake of his head.

You snort. “You mean, I wouldn’t be the buffer?” Endeavour treats you well to impress his youngest son; you know this, he knows this, his siblings know this. You elbow him. “I’m not stupid, Shouto.”

“Sorry.” He chuckles nervously, mildly ashamed. “I mean… thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“Okay.” He smiles as you walk back up to Bakugo and Kirishima. “Have a good night.” He calls, gives you one last smile, then scans the group for Momo, heads to her.

The sand crushes beneath your feet, gets between your toes. “Hey,” you call with a smile. Bakugo downs the rest of his beer and smashes the can, tosses it beside another one—also reduced to a misshapen tin ball. “Whoa, slow down, sexy; the night is still young.” You laugh, plant yourself in his lap.

“What, you’re not running off into the sunset with the man of your dreams?” He asks gruffly, signature scowl on his face.

You know he means Shouto, but you wrap your arms around Bakugo’s neck regardless. “No, I’m sitting on his lap while he makes listless accusations.”

“Ooh, big words.” His eyebrows disappear into his hairline, hands grab at your naked thighs.

“Big words for a big girl.” You grin back proudly, leaning up to press your lips to his. “Your girl, Mr I-Need-Constant-Validation.” Your hands sprawl over his chest, feeling the hard muscle, as his face flushes pink and he pouts.

“That’s not true.” He scoffs. You laugh and kiss him again, and Kirishima clears his throat. You pull away, embarrassed, and look over to him.

“Just want you to know that I’m still here.” He chuckles bashfully, flashing his razor-sharp teeth at you in a grin.

“Sorry—”

“Maybe you should leave then, idiot.” Bakugo snaps at him, eyes still on you.

“Mean.” You pout. “He’s your bestie.”

“I don’t see yours hovering around.” He says against your lips.

“I’m still here.” He groans, and you kiss again. “Alright, consider me gone.” He shakes his head with a slight laugh, springs up from his spot on the sand, mutters something as he walks away.

Bakugo actually laughs, and it’s so smooth and reassuring that you lean in for another kiss, drape yourself all over him. “I think… we need to ditch this party.” He whispers. 

You agree, but deep down you know bonding with the group is important, especially now with graduation looming overhead. “The party just started! And Aizawa got us beer.”

“And vodka.” Kyoka announces her arrival, Bakugo groans. “Hey to you too, asshat.” She smiles, joins you on the towel, hands you a can.

“Thanks.” You smile. 

Bakugo lifts you from his lap, places you easily next to Kyoka. “I’ll go get my own drink.” He says, sends your friend a glare, and trudges off.

“I know Denki’s an idiot, but that guy? Hard work.” She laughs, takes a sip. “Probably cranky because he’s up past his bedtime.”

You laugh, watch him as he approaches Momo and Shouto. “Ah, he puts up a front. Once you get past his hard exterior, he’s a softie.” You smile, turning back to her. She snorts. “He is!”

“Oh god, you really like him. Like, a lot.” She accuses, whacking your shoulder.

Yeah. Yeah, you do. It’s kinda scary, and Aizawa’s words ring back through your mind.

“Do you and Denki know what you’re doing after UA?” You ask, changing the subject, curious about what they’d discussed. As a couple.

“Hm? Ah, every time I bring it up, he gets upset.” She sighs, shakes her head.

“Really?” You take your first sip of the vodka, cringe at the sweetness as it hits your tongue.

“Mm.” She nods, lays down and rests her head on your lap. “We had another argument about it when we went back to camp to get my boots.” You smile sympathetically down at her, dust her bangs from her forehead with your fingers. “I actually have a lot of offers, mostly spy work, but still. He… he’s upset about it. Doesn’t want me to go too far.”

“That’s sweet, isn’t it? You sound annoyed.”

“I am annoyed.” She frowns, tries to drink from her can laying down, but it dribbles from the side of her mouth, down your thigh, and you squeak, jolt at the cold.

“Shit!” You yelp, and she chokes on her drink as she laughs, and more splutters over your lap and your jacket as she struggles to sit up. “Kyoka!”

 “I’m sorry!” She laughs, wipes tears from her eyes and vodka from her mouth.

“Get up, we’re going in the water.” You say, standing up, wiping at the rivulets running down your legs.

“Oh, no I’m not. It’s cold as fuck.” She frowns, swats your hands away as you try to grab her.

“Yes, you are! Come on, we’re at a beach!” You argue, stand to unzip your jacket, shrug it from your shoulders and let it fall to the towel. “Get up, Kyoka.” You’re pleading, now, hell-bent on getting in the water.

A low whistle travels through the air, just loud enough for you to hear over the music. You look around and see Mineta sitting on a towel not too far away, staring at you. He winks at you, and you bristle, your eye twitches in annoyance. But before you can chew him out, the menacing presence of your new boyfriend fills the air, and his hands are splaying over your stomach, his red eyes glaring at your pervy classmate.

“You like your eyes in their sockets, asshat?” He asks, just loud enough for Mineta to hear. He pales, swallows, and nods. “Then keep them off my girlfriend.”

It’s in that moment that you decide Bakugo’s scarier when he doesn’t swear. Its menacing, bone-chilling.

He reaches down for your jacket, kisses your lips on his way back up to standing. “Let’s get outta here.”

“But—”

“Gotta clean you up, don’t we?” He asks huskily, and there’s a glint in his eye that makes your heart stammer, sends your brain into overdrive.

“Y-yeah, we do.”

“Okay, goodbye, have fun getting freaky.” Kyoka says quickly, and you poke your tongue at her, before you’re walking away under his arm, heading towards the forest.

“Hot spring?” You ask, glancing up at him.

“If we make it there.” He grins.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You narrow your eyes playfully, and he shrugs innocently as he takes you away from the forest path. “Bakugo,” you laugh. “Where are you taking me?”

“Just here, against this tree.” He grunts, swinging you around until you’re—laughing— backed up against the trunk of a thick redwood.

“What’s that even mean—” you ask, but he drops to his knees in front of you, and your whole body goes hot. The moon shines brightly through the canopy of the trees, bathing Bakugo in a kind of angelic glow, so incredibly unlike him. How ironic. He licks his lips as his hands reach for the backs of your knees, edges his mouth closer to your sticky thighs. “N—Baku—”

“Shh,” he coos softly, dark eyes staring up at you as you dig your fingers into the bark of the tree, suck your bottom lip between your teeth. His lips ghost over one of your knees and he trails slow—painfully slow—wet kisses up your thigh, licking over the sticky residue left over from Kyoka’s drink.

You manage to keep it relatively together, until a hand goes to your hip, and he licks up so close to the apex of your thighs that you moan, and he growls, hands gripping you tighter.

“Gonna make you feel good.” He promises, voice rough and gravelly as he looks up at you, nose running up your clothed slit.

“Bakugo!” You jolt, but he doesn’t stop, replaces his nose with his lips, tongue. He pulls your hips closer to his face, tongue running along the nylon, drenching it, making it stick to your lips. Then a hand is gone from your hip, and your swimmers are pulled to the side, and his lips kiss your pussy, tongue licks a stripe up your folds, and your fingernails are digging into his scalp as your head thunks against the tree, eyes screwed shut because, “Fuck,” you breathe, gasping.

You can hear him growl, feel the vibration against your clit as he wraps his lips around the bud and sucks.

You barely muffle your cry, as pleasure runs hot through your bones and you go spineless, collapsing into his arms. He doesn’t give you much time to recover, kissing you hard, slippery tongue between your teeth coaxing more moans from you, revving you back up again.

His fingers rub you gently between your thighs, toying with the wetness. “I think we made a bigger mess.”

“Ugh, shut up.” You groan, embarrassed, and he licks his lips before capturing yours again in another hungry kiss. You’re pulled onto his lap, straddling him, and rubs you more surely, teases you with a finger. “Do it,” you urge him, breathless yet again, and he wastes no time

“So wet, baby.” He moans, jerking his hips up with his finger’s thrusts, kissing your cheek, then your neck. Your head falls back, the now familiar pleasure building as he adds another finger.

“Let me… I’ll do you, too.” You breathe heavily, grabbing at the strings of his board shorts, ripping the Velcro open.

When you finally have him in your hands, he groans against your mouth, and you pull away from him to spit on your hand, before giving him a few wet pumps and kissing him again.

“You…” you breathe, and he looks at you, slows his fingers. “Do you want to pu—”

“No,” he chuckles, uses his free hand to push the hair from your face. “Not here.”

“Are you sure, because I—” he kisses you quiet, pushes a third finger into you, and your head falls to his shoulder, whole body on edge again. “Ahh, f—feels good, Katsuki.” You breathe, and he bucks up into your hand, reminding you to do him, too.

“Say it again.” He growls, licks a stripe up your neck, nips at your ear. “My name,” he breathes.

You moan, his fingers hitting that spot again, and again, and again—“Katsu—” and you’re coming again, back arching, whole body going tight, stars spinning behind your eyes as his face nuzzles your chest.

He pulls himself out of your hand, ready to finish himself off, but you’re hungry for him already, pushing him back, taking him between your lips for the second time that day.

He’s groaning—a salty, musky mess—and it makes your head spin, gives you a power you never even dreamed you’d have. You look up at him through your lashes, see his dark eyes drinking you in. He reaches down and pulls your bikini up—breasts springing free—and gropes at your tits, closes his eyes and lets his head fall back against the grass in bliss.

You grip a thigh, hold him down with a splayed hand over his chiselled abs, and take him deep once, twice, three times, before coming up for air, eyes watering. He grunts, pushes back up into you, and you do it again. His hands are in your hair, holding you down as he calls your name, and he cums hot and heavy down your throat, cock pulsating between your lips.

You swallow all of him.

“Ah, s-sorry,” he breathes heavily, sitting up to check on you, pushing your hair from your face, and holding you like you’re made of glass.

“Mmm… Hold me,” you smile blissfully, fall against his chest as he chuckles, kisses your hair. “This’d be better in a bed. We could just… fall asleep.” He hums in response, traces patterns on your back, tickling the skin.

“Do you wanna go back to the party?”

“Won't that be… suspicious?” You smile up at him. He kisses you, holds your face with both of his hands, rubs his thumbs along your cheeks.

He’s stirring it back up within you, conditioning you to want him after every deep, sensual kiss. He pulls back, breathless.

“You think I give a fuck what those extras think?” He says, tone betraying the almost grin on his face. You roll our eyes, push away from him and stand up.

“Come on, then.” You whine, fix your bikini top, then the bottoms.

“Babe, you look so good; come back down here.” He bites his bottom lip, and it’s so sexy that your eyes go wide, face blazing as you take him in: half-naked, cock out, sweaty, flushed.

“If I come back down there to you, I’m making you fuck me, so let’s just go.” You cross your arms, pick up your jacket, and turn, heading towards the fire.

“Oi, I said come back here!” He calls, fixing himself up, and following. You break into a run, and you’re laughing as he chases you, dodging trees until you’re on the beach. He’s hot on your heels, so you drop your jacket, make a sprint for the water. “Come here!” He’s yelling, but you’re still laughing as you enter the freezing water, fall against a wave.

When you come back up, he grabs you, pulls you onto his lap and kisses you gently. His hair is wet, flat against his head, and he shakes it out, attempts to fluff it back up.

“Gotcha.” He grins, and you kiss him again, bathed by moonlight, your fingernails in his hair, his hands on your back.

[flutteringphalanges]

Aydith

Adam Warlock x Star Lord’s Sister/Reader

Summary: Adam and reader have a baby.

//I started working on one where the reader actually gave birth but put that on hold because I wasn’t sure if I should finish it. I may make this a series because I kinda want to explore dad!Adam more and uncle!Peter and the rest of a the Guardians as aunts and uncles. If people are interested. Anyway hope you guys enjoy! (next time I think I will do present POV and not past, but whatever lol!) EDIT: This is now a series. Here is a LINK to the master-post with links to all of the one shots.

                                             Aydith

You and your older brother, Peter, had practically grown up with Yondu and the Ravengers. Seen things, some being terrible at that. Found a new family with the Guardians. Experienced battles. War. The destruction of whole societies. Planets. But any of those old fears were nothing compared to what you were experiencing now. The heavy, nervous thumps in your heart as you stared down at the tiny being in your arms. Thumps that were equally as terrifying as this strange new feeling of overwhelming, unbridled love. 

Her skin was a brilliant shade of gold--something she had inherited from her father. What little hair she had was more so copper, but that could easily change with time. Even through her golden skin, the rosiness of her cheeks blushed like petals. And her eyes…for the past nine months you had been anticipating they would be his. But the very first time she opened them, they were the most intense shade of_____. Just like yours. She was beautiful. Far, far beyond that. She was yours. Both of yours.

“She’s so small.” Adam’s voice cut through the silence. “Is that…is she okay?”

You glanced over at him from where he sat on the edge of your bed. Everything had been a blur up until this moment. The birth had not been an easy one. A lot had happened. It was certainly unexpected. And the chance that something horrible could have come from it all was a fate no one wanted to think about. But you were safe, and more importantly she was, so in the end that was all that mattered.

“Yeah.” You assured him, watching intently as he gingerly touched one of her clenched fists. “She’s perfect, isn’t she?”

“More than anything in the entire realm of galaxies.” Adam agreed with a small smile, clearly mesmerized. “And she’s ours.”

“Yeah.” You breathed, looking at her. “She is.” Silence fell between you for a brief moment before a thought suddenly came to your mind. “Do you want to hold her?”

Adam blinked, looking at you in almost comical surprise. “I can hold her?”

It takes everything within you to keep from bursting into a fit of laughter. Being exhausted and sore helped with that. “Of course, she is your kid after all.”

“What if I…” He hesitated, glancing from you to the baby. “What if something…”

“You won’t hurt her.” You promised, wincing a little as you lean forward to place her in his arms. “They aren’t as delicate as they look. Or, at least someone told me that…”

Adam took her gently, going rigid when she let a little noise. Slowly, you watch as his posture relaxes. The way he gazed at her, watching with such intent and adoration. You never thought you could love him more until now. You couldn’t help but question what you had done to deserve them both.

“I…I thought I was going to lose you, Y/N.” Adam said quietly, finally meeting your stare once more. “Back on the ship. I really thought…” And the way his eyes have begun to water causes a swell of emotion to find you. “All of us really, and if something had…your brother would’ve never forgiven me.”

“Hey, I’m okay.” You said softly. “Both of us are.” You paused, before adding. “It’s going to take a hell of a lot more to get rid of me. We Quills are pretty resilient.”

Adam chuckled softly, stroking the top of the infant’s hand. “As I have witnessed.”

“You know, she kinda needs a name.” You reached over, lightly brushing your fingertips against the top of her head. “Any suggestions?”

He hummed thoughtfully, adjusting your daughter in his arms. “My mother’s name was Ayesha.” Adam began to talk faster as if he thought you’d interject. You wouldn’t. “I know she committed horrible acts and was not the greatest of all beings, but…she was wonderful to me and I loved her. I…can understand if you are against it, however.”

“It’s a pretty name.” You told him, giving him a smile. “My mother’s name was Meredith. I didn’t get to know her, she died when I was really young. But Peter talks about her, a lot more than he used to.”

“Meredith…” He mused, studying the baby’s face. “That is also a nice name.”

You took a moment to consider the two. One could easily be the first and the second a middle. The problem would be, in that case, which one you would call her. Suddenly an idea comes to mind, one that you hope didn’t sound too ridiculous.

“What about Aydith?”

Adam looked at you with a brow raised. “Aydith?”

“A combination of the two.” You explained, shrugging your shoulders. “We could honor them both…It doesn’t sound too funny does it?”

You watched as he glanced down at the baby, remaining silent for a moment. “Aydith…” He said slowly, as if testing out the name. “I like it. Aydith is a good name.”

You smiled softly, peering down into her little face as Adam leaned over.

“Hello, Aydith.” You whispered gently. “Welcome to the universe.”

[eternal-kosmo-ghoul]

*°:⋆ₓₒ day 19. sexting

.｡❅*⋆⍋*∞*｡ “miss me on holiday season”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — ❤︎ aether is away for the festive spirits, that doesn’t stop you from missing him though

pairing: aether ghoul x gn!ghoul!reader

a/n: aether supremacy 🙏🙏

cw: nsfw content. sexting. stripping. masturbation (video sent). kinda friends with benefits thing (?).

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“i’m this close to driving all the way back to the ministry for you.” —❤︎

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the ministry felt a lot more stale today.

one of your fellow ghouls, aether, was gone for the month of december. why? he had some important business going on with another band, and so he went off with them to celebrate. of course, the papa and ghouls were supportive of this decision, including you.

but things felt a lot more boring without the spunky quintessence ghoul. he was your right hand man, partner in crime even. it was a little weird not being in the same room as him.

sighing heavily to yourself, you wallowed in your own boredom while staring up at your bedroom ceiling. nothing to do today, how fun. normally, this would’ve been one of those moments where you and aether had messed around with your usual ghoulish shenanigans, pulling pranks on your pack mates or even the siblings of sin.

“satanas above, i can’t stand this.” you whined, turning to your side, you went to grab your phone off the nightstand, and began texting your best friend, tail swishing with anticipation.

y/n: heyyyyy i’m bored !!! pick up the phone !!

not even less than a minute later, your phone buzzed with a notification, and you flashed a toothy grin, knowing exactly who had texted you.

aether: awww, missed me that much?? :)))

y/n: maaaayyybeee

aether: good. i missed you too, cutie

you could practically hear aether’s laugh from the other side of your phone, and the very thought made you giggle. it was nice to know that aether really valued your guy’s relationship as friends.

the two of you continued to chat about nothing specific in particular, mostly about what you planned on doing over the winter season, and plans with potential friends and family. aether seemed to be having a lot of fun with his other band, and you were happy for him. hearing him talk so passionately about music made your ghoulish heart swell from sweetness.

it was nice. really nice.

though, it was still rather stale without your friend around. you really wanted to show aether how much you missed him.

and what better way to do that than to… mess with him a bit.

smirking as you typed a response to one of aether’s texts, you used this time to take a picture of yourself. there was a twist however, you took the picture without your shirt on. the position you were in looked comfy, and your expression was relaxed, but there was that infamous glint in your eyes that showed you knew what you were doing. this would surely screw with aether’s head, and you couldn’t wait to see the reaction.

sending the picture, your claws clacked against your screen as you laid on your stomach comfortably, grinning evilly while your tail wagged. oh aether was gonna like that picture alright.

not long later, a ring on your phone, and you opened the message.

aether: are you trying to fuck with me?

you smirked.

y/n: now what are you talking about?

aether rolled his eyes as he looked at your message. you were such a minx, just messing with his mind like that, and you knew full well that he couldn’t get to you at the very moment.

he had to make you pay for that.

aether: oh you’re so paying for that.

soon after, aether sent an image of him without his shirt on. this time, his expression was more flirty than yours, and his pose was more suggestive too. you almost did a spit take, chuckling at aether’s counter to your image.

y/n: oh so we’re really doing this now?

aether: you bet your ass we are.

aether: you started it after all, cutie ;))

you smirked again, your grin showcasing a more naughty side to you.

y/n: game on then.

the back and forth continued between you and your friend for a while, with the picture being sent getting more and more provocative as you continued on. one by one, articles of clothing came off. you guys started with discarding shirts, but then it went to removing jackets, then pants, and soon it would be underwear.

aether was not only good at sending sexy pictures of himself, oh no, he was an artist with his words too. that’s why he was such a good musician too, he just knew what to tell you. he was talking about all of the dirty things he wanted to do to you, attaching equally suggestive pictures to each caption.

aether: oh you look so damn good like that, makes me wanna fuck you up

aether: you mind spreading your legs a bit more in that one? i wanna see the full view ;)

aether: fuck. do that again for me, sweet thing.

aether: i’m this close to driving all the way back to the ministry for you.

what a dreamboat he was. it was rather fun and exciting to be able to do this kind of stuff with your best friend, even if the activities weren’t very best friend-y.

you smirked and responded to another one of aether’s suggestive little quips.

y/n: if you want me so bad then come over here alreadyyy

aether: hmm… you’re gonna have to convince me, cutie.

oh you were going to convince him alright.

you were already stripped bare of all of your clothes, but you haven’t sent a picture of you completely nude. no, you were going to do something even better. using a few pillows to create a makeshift camera stand, you propped your phone up on top of it and gently laid yourself in front of the camera.

damn, you looked hella good.

grinning to yourself, you used your tail to press the record button on your camera. smirking, and laying yourself against the sheets while spreading your legs, your fingers gently stroked over your aching sex, and in the most desperate, dramatic voice possible, you begged.

“oh aether.. aether baby.. please come back. i’ve been so lonely this christmas without you. please.. please i need you… i need you and your cock inside of me already… please.”

you made sure to sound as needy and whiny as possible while you played with yourself. that would have certainly gotten his rocks off on the spot, you just knew how to push aether’s buttons.

sending the video without second thought, it took aether a while to respond. he must’ve taken forever to process what he just saw.

but the response was worth it.

aether: fuck you, you tease.

aether: i’m coming over right now. you’ve created a massive problem in my pants that you need to fix.

you smiled to yourself, knowing damn well you’ve already won this game.

y/n: i’ll be waiting~

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[iamyouknow-yours]

Marcel is a Mikaelson. He does not have to call himself a Mikaelson as he is fully within his rights to denounce the very toxic family but he is one.

I hate the way the show treated him, I hate the way the characters treated him, and I hate that he is involved with Rebekah. I hate the way he and Hope are only kinda sorta siblings.

1. The show:

So we know Julie Plec is very much a white liberal. We know this. We know she has sexism issues, we know she has racism issues (black women will save us all, really Julie????). I don't know which of her multitude of biases made her (and the rest of the writers) think that the way they wrote Marcel and the Mikaelson's relationships with him, was normal (or like normal in the context of the show). But boy howdy.

The plantation house. We're just going to have the Mikaelsons move into the house where Marcel was owned as a slave????? That's what we're gonna do?????? And where his abusive biological father lived and y'know, abused him. Fucking what the fuck?? I feel like this just epitomises the way the show treats Marcel.

2. The characters:

The family never treats him as part of the family unless they want something from him.

They did not raise him as a son and it is weird and terrible and he was a child!!!!! Why did you adopt him if you didn't want a child???

Why is Klaus so scared of having Hope if he's already had a child?

Why does Klaus treat Marcel the exact same way Mikael treated him just because they're not blood related?? (if they actually explored this it could have been interesting but no they just only half treat Marcel as a Mikaelson).

YOU'RE TELLING ME THEY DIDN'T CHECK?? THEY DIDN'T CHECK HE WAS DEAD????? Not once in the 80+ years did Klaus or Elijah go back to New Orleans or even send someone to fucking check that his SON was really dead??? Didn't think to do that???? No???

3. Rebekah:

Oh my god what do I even say about Rebekah?

They could have at least made her be daggered for the time when he was a child and only meet him when he was already an adult and a vampire because that way she's only technically his aunt and not a full fucking adult who saw him grow up!!!!!!!!

Hope:

Idk man, they were siblings. Let them be siblings. The whole thing in Legacies where the Mikaelsons just kind of left Hope alone? Weird. Bonkers. Batshit. I know it's because they couldn't get the actors but maybe think about that before writing your fucking show my guy.

Or in TO where Hope was just left alone and Klaus was not there as a dad for like 5(?) years.

Hayley was the only good parent on The Originals or Legacies canon, fight me.

(side note, you're telling me Caroline would leave Alaric, Alaric, an alcoholic, vampire-hating, weirdo (Caroline and Alaric being romantically involved briefly WAS WEIRD GUYS, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK HE USED TO BE HER FUCKING TEACHER) in charge of the school for supernatural children??

You're telling me she left him in charge of parenting Lizzie and Josie?? Yeah okay sure.

And look how well that turned out. Locking teenagers in goddamn prison worlds, excellent headmastering there Alaric well done. And just swell parenting of the twins. Favouring Hope over them at all times and letting them bully each other weirdly for years and allowing your mentally ill children to just get more mentally ill from your parenting. Great moves. Very good.

Okay Legacies rant over)

Yeah okay my whole rant is over I think.

TL;DR: Marcel deserved better.

(and so did the kids on Legacies.)

Also PSA, the only reason I have so many feelings about this is because I like the freaking shows okay? I like the characters (except Alaric and Damon and the ones we're supposed to dislike like Mikael and Esther).

[bluedalahorse]

Nils (for your character ask)

NILSSSS MY GUY. Ok!

How I feel about this character: I enjoy Nils! I’ve said this to a few people, and maybe I’ve said this publicly on my blog, but Nils is fascinating to me because he’s not terribly earnest or romantic or effusive in a show where many characters are earnest. He has his earnest moments—especially in season three—but there’s also a practicality to a lot of what he does. Nils comes across as a little 18 going on 45 but still secretly 18. And I find that refreshing and interesting, in a show where all the characters are very teenagery teenagers. In addition, I think the intersections of Nils’s identity open up a lot of avenues for exploration in fic. Nils could potentially be richer than August and Vincent combined, but he’s also brown and gay and closeted. I’m sort of fascinated by characters who play up their privilege while downplaying the ways in which they are marginalized (to be fair that is almost the entire cast of YR) and this is definitely something I see coming up in how Nils goes about the world. How much internal conflict does that bring up for him? To what extent is he aware of it even, or to what extent is he becoming aware of it as a young adult who’s coming to understand his identity? I also just want to know more about Nils’s sense of South Asian identity, as someone who grew up in an area with a lot of South Asian diaspora. Like, I’m curious about how recently his family immigrated to Sweden, what specific part of the subcontinent they come from, what the family history related to Partition might be, whether it’s just Swedish spoken at home or whether Nils is more bilingual like Simon and Sara, etc. (Also, as someone who watched Sholay with a friend for the first time yesterday, I am wondering how many times small Nils has watched Sholay with aunties and uncles.)

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Okay first and foremost, August. It is extremely confusing to me that fandom seems to be so largely against shipping them after them having more than one vulnerable moment in season three, especially after that conversation they had about the initiations in August’s room. I swear, y’all decided they were illegal to ship on a secret group chat you didn’t invite me to. It just feels extremely obvious to imagine a first year scenario where they’re in a state of pining and repression that could put EM Forster’s Maurice or John Knowles’s A Separate Peace (shout out to @whambamglambam) to shame. And then if you really want to let the characters grow and end up on a journey, they could get back together as adults in like a second chance kinda way. Or they could be disasters as adults, dealer’s choice. Outside of August, I think Wille and Nils could be a great disaster ship and I would like to see more of that. For a time I kind of shipped Nils and Marcus, but now that I have the full shape of the series in my head, it’s not as interesting to me. I think long-term I ship Nils with whichever OC or OCs (not gonna rule out polyamorous Nils) allow him to feel a sense of growth and safety. I created an OC boyfriend for him in Swell the Numbers, and I think I’m going to have them stay together.

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Vincent and Nils does zero things for me as a romantic pairing, but I really enjoy thinking about them as friends. I think there’s probably some things that bond them pretty strongly, like rolling their eyes at August being extra (but also maybe worrying about him a little bit.) But there’s also going to be points of tension, like the old money-new money thing, the differences they have around identifiers like race and neurotype, etc. I also think a lot about how Nils is frustrated that Vincent becomes prefect and rowing captain in season 2, and how Nils seems to take rowing pretty seriously and would have liked to be captain himself. There’s a lot underneath that line and I think we should dig out a little more behind it. Outside of Vincent, I like to think that Maddie and Nils have some kind of secret oddball friendship that began when they agreed to lie about hooking up at the opening party. It’s weird and consists a lot of the two of them texting memes to one another and neither of them knows why it works but it works. Maybe someday I’ll include this in a fic.

My unpopular opinion about this character: I’m pretty sure adamantly shipping Nils romantically with August but not with Vincent is an unpopular opinion. Outside of that… okay well, I don’t know if this is unpopular opinion, but I kind of enjoy having a headcanon where Nils’s parents aren’t homophobic and super traditionalist about gender roles or whatever, and are okay with him dating a boy. They just don’t want him dating an actor or an artist or something.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: YR didn’t really start explicitly addressing race as much until season 3, but now that we’ve seen how Felice thinking about race, it’d be interesting to see a similar storyline with Nils.

Thank you for sending in the ask! It was good to get a chance to ramble.

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Lost & Found - Chapter Nine.

So then, my beautiful, wonderful audience. Those who are not new around these parts know that sometimes, treats are given in the form of a double update day with my stories, and guess what? Today is one of those days! I know you've all been waiting patiently for the sexual side of Emma and Guero's blossoming relationship to finally flower, so I thought I'd share it today in the next chapter! Has that made you smile? I hope it has! :)

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight

Words - 3,434

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, Minors DNI. Recounts of kidnap, child trafficking, physical/verbal/sexual abuse.

The more she revealed, it seemed, the more comfortable she became with sharing memories of her nineteen years held prisoner. Guero lay there and let her recount it all, being exactly what she needed, somebody to simply listen.  

“Marie taught me how to shoot.” He had wondered at how well she seemed to handle the Beretta she’d pointed at his head, her handling of the firearm steely and confident. “There were guns kept all over the house, so there’d always be one within easy reach, just in case. With whom Rocco was, he was a target, or rather his family were. He routinely pissed off other mob families, so of course anyone he cared for became a target, a weak point.  

“She wanted me to be able to protect myself from such a threat, but mostly, if Rocco himself ever became so unhinged that I felt my life was in danger. “Shoot him dead, and we’ll figure it out somehow afterward”, is what she used to tell me. How we would have figured that out beyond running for our lives, I don’t know. His guys would have hunted us down.” 

She paused for a moment, tears beginning to swim within her eyes. “I hate myself, for leaving her. Joey, Alessia and Mikey, too. I loved them so much, they were like my siblings for Christ’s sake! It’s a guilt that’ll never leave me, that I ran and they’re all still stuck there! She became my mother, and I abandoned her!” 

“Hey, no,” he began, touching his fingers under her chin, gently lifting her head. “You don’t have to feel guilty about a thing. I get that you miss her, she made the hell he put you through bearable where she could, but Marie chose that life, Emma. Nobody forced her. 

“She knew who she was marrying, and I’m not saying that in the end she had an easy choice to get away from him, ‘cuz I can see from what you told me he’d have killed her for it, but you found a way out. You took your chance, and you got free. If she loves you as much as it seems she does, then she’ll be fucking happy as hell the girl she counted as one of her own got free of him.” 

She absorbed his words, realising that no matter how unpleasant it felt, what he’d said was the plain, simple truth. If she didn’t assume her to be dead via Rocco’s hand, Marie would be quietly rejoicing her escape. “Is it wrong that I feel more of a maternal bond with her than I do my actual mom? I feel guilty for that, too. When I hear the word mom, I think of Marie, not Cassie.”  

He shifted slightly beneath her, Emma moving a little as he turned onto his side, resting his head on his arm. “It might sound cold, but it’s fact. Marie was in your life longer than your birth mom. I kinda guess it’s only natural you’d think that. Doesn’t mean you love Cassie any less, or that you can’t reconnect with her now you’re free.”  

“But, but,” she began, her throat swelling on a rising lump, “that’s the thing, there is no Cassie. When I was twenty-five, we sat and looked on the internet, I begged her to look up my family. I just wanted to know if they were okay. Mom died back in two thousand and thirteen from breast cancer. My dad, he passed away six years ago, motorbike accident. All I have left is Dylan, who is still in Spokane. My grandparents, too, unless anything happened in the interim. 

“I’ll never see my mom and dad again, and I loathe him, I detest him completely that he robbed me of those years with them, that they both died not knowing what had happened to me! As if me being taken wasn’t bad enough. It left Dylan all alone, no immediate family, and it’s all because of him!” 

She fell apart at that point, naturally so, sobbing against his chest as Guero held her. Again, he had no idea what to say to that, knowing it would take a man greater with words than he was to offer verbal comfort. Instead, he was just there, not knowing that truly that was all she needed from him, just someone to be there. It wasn’t about words. Listening was enough, as he continued to do, Emma sharing more with him about her life within the gilded cage prison that was the Lombardi mansion.  

“He used to virtually pimp me out to his friends too at parties.” Once again, Guero felt his anger flare like a firecracker, grinding his teeth as his jaw tightened. “I always wanted to enjoy sex, but none of them ever made it feel good for me, all too consumed by their own pleasure to give a damn about mine. As long as they got to lie between the legs of a pretty, young blonde, that was good enough. 

“There was only one of them who was different. His underboss, Vincent Calabrese never laid a hand on me. I was offered to him, and for appearances in front of Rocco and the others he always accepted, but once we got into the bedroom, he just sat down beside me on the bed and we talked. He said he wasn’t in the habit of defiling little girls, but even when I was over the age of consent, he still wouldn’t.  

“He staunchly disagreed with what was being done, the child trafficking. ‘It’s an affront to god, snatching children from their families’ is what he always used to say. He always opposed it, and Rocco knew that, but ultimately went along with what was being done for the sake of a quiet life, and I guess not ending up with a bullet between his eyes either. This leads me to something that you guys should all know, EZ especially. 

“You’re running heroin for him now, but all that will change if Rocco has his way, and believe me, he will. You guys are in his pocket now, which means in his mind, he owns you. You’re all to do with as he pleases, and what he pleases is to start bringing children across the border. Undocumented migrants are much easier to move, and get away with moving, too. I overheard him talking about it, it was always a two birds with one stone deal for him. He’d get you used to the money first, and then tell you that your consignment would begin to include kids as well.” 

Guero pushed himself up, his eyes rounding as he looked down at her. “For real, that motherfucker wants us in on trafficking kids?” 

His horror at the very suggestion was telling over the person he was. Although still a criminal, he was a man with the kind of morals that had been few and far between in the world she had escaped from. “Eventually, yeah.” 

“And if we refuse?” He didn’t need to ask, really. He could guess. 

She made a gun motion against the side of her head, couple with a soft exclamation of ‘pow’. “He’d wipe you all out and move onto the next nearest charter, using your eradication as an example of what happens when people push back against him.” 

The weight of the mafia. That was a war they definitely wouldn’t win, and he knew that for sure. Rocco Lombardi could crush them all, very easily, too. “I have to take that to EZ. Not now, of course, but at some point over the weekend, call a templo. Will you be okay to come and tell us what you know?” 

She smiled, reaching to stroke his hair. “Of course, I will.” 

They remained quiet for a time after, Emma needing the silence. Her legs remained in tangle with his as she reached for the tequila bottle, taking a long glug, the alcohol burning her throat. She felt a little drunk and numb, which was what she had needed in order to sit there and offload it all to another person. “There’s more I could tell you about my life, but right now, I feel drained. Like I need air, too. Can you give me a minute?” 

“Yeah, take as long as you need.” He reached to stroke her face, Emma turning her head and kissing his palm, getting up and letting herself out of the front of the house. The cool air hit her, soothing to her frayed nerves, the residual effects of her revelation hanging onto her, though.  

“Hey, boo.” Of course, Tyrone would notice her out there, always keeping the watch. She walked over to his window, her shoulders heavy, watching him emerge from behind the swathe of curtain fabric. “Damn, you look all sad and shit. Fuckboy bin’ actin’ up?” 

She shook her head. “No, no he’s great. Listen, I know you deal, so I figure I’m in the right place. Can you sell me a joint? That’s all I want, just one.” 

He looked entertained at the naivety of her question, that it was the norm for dealers to exchange such a small amount. Tyrone, for all of this mouth and uncouthness was kind, though. “I ain’t selling you shit, white girl. This is on me, hold on.”  

She smiled. “Thank you, you’re great.” 

He beamed, reaching to grab his rolling tray, locating one of his pre-rolled joints. “Ain’t I, though? I know fuckboy rarely smokes it, so just remember I gotchu if you ever need a lil’ hit.” The truth was, neither did she. She’d occasionally partook of it back in her old life, secretly taking from Rocco’s personal stash which he smoked to ease his chronic migraines. It helped her feel more relaxed in the utter brutal chaos of her life. It smelled and tasted awful, but she enjoyed the calming buzz.  

Tyrone passed a joint and a lighter through the window. “Enjoy, boo.” She smiled, leaning in and kissing his cheek. “Aw, lawdy! I gotta kiss from a pretty girl, hell yeah!”  

She laughed softly, shaking her head and lighting up, moving to sit on the front step of Guero’s side of the house, taking a long drag. God, that was some nice weed. She coughed a few times, the usual, barky rasp associated with smoking weed, her throat tickling.  

“Yo!” She turned to see a large arm thrust through the window, a can of soda proffered forth. “If you don’t like mango then I can’t help you. Oh, hold up. I might have a Fanta somewhere.”  

Walking back over, she took the can. “Thanks, Tyrone. You keep your Fanta, mango and I are good.” She moved back to the step, opening the soda and sipping it, the tickle clearing nicely before she took another little puff, looking out across the street into the darkness. The only sounds audible were that of the game Tyrone was playing, and the chirp of cicadas. It was somewhat relaxing in ambience.  

The weed had an instant calming effect upon her, all of the brutality that would endlessly echo through her memories placated and pushed back again, back behind the fortress walls in her mind. She’d had to keep it there for years to have even had a chance of remaining sane through her ordeal. God, she couldn’t believe that she’d actually escaped it, found somebody who she could trust, someone who for all intents and purposes was slowly becoming all hers, too.  

“As if you’re out here getting high on my front step. Not even I do that.” Turning, she saw Guero emerge from the house, moving to sit behind her, his legs flanking her body as he stretched.  

“Well, that’s because you don’t smoke weed,” she chirped, watching him frown before plucking the joint from her.  

He took a few puffs, handing it back, holding in a cough until the tickle passed. “I do, but not often. It has too much of an effect on me, and I can never get the balance right.” 

“The balance between what?” 

“Between a nice buzz and ragingly horny.”  

“Ahh.” She nodded, looking entertained, the stoned giggled welling up within her. “I somehow don’t think you need any extra boosting in that department.” 

He moved her hair, kissing the side of her neck. “A hundred percent correct, mamacita. And since I guess you’re probably drunker now than you were earlier, I’m not risking that balance any further, so you finish it. Kinda figure you need the sedation after everything you told me.”  

“Oh, you’re not wrong there,” she spoke, eyes widening a little as she leaned back against him. “Even if I was sober, sharing all of that has kinda dampened my desire.”  

He snorted softly, arms tightening around her. “Understandable. S’okay, I can wait.” 

“Can you?” she giggled, the sound joining the noise of the cicadas. 

“Mm.” he hummed, kissing her neck again. “Just.”  

Just then, the curtains next door began moving, Tyrone’s boom sounding. “Goddamnit, will you two go back in that house and bust some furniture already? Shit!” They both snort laughed, Guero resting his forehead to her shoulder, Tyrone continuing. “You better sort yo’ damned mess, fuckboy! Because I am one pretty smile away from makin’ that fine assed lil’ honey mine, you hear?”  

“Yeah, I hear,” he called through his laughter, “and I see, too. Plying her with weed and soda.” 

“I know what the ladies like! If she’s still out here in a half hour, she gets the first slice of my pizza, too!” 

“Exactly, you gotta give me a head start against your half ton of raw charm, dog,” he chuckled, Tyrone emerging further from the curtains.  

“Hey, I might be a big fella, but I’m no fuckin’ half ton! I’m thick and juicy, drives the chicks wild!” 

“Tyrone, you ain’t thick, my man. Your ass is so fat, if I swerved my bike to miss you, I’d run outta gas.” There was a pause, a squawking laugh emanating from the window, Emma thinking it hilarious a man with such a low, rumbling voice had a laugh so high in pitch. All banter with their hilarious neighbour aside, they remained outside until she had finished the joint, heading back in and returning to bed.  

“Do you feel better for telling me everything?” 

Resting her head against his chest, she nodded, her nails tracing the outline of one of the spiderweb tattoos that spread out across each of his shoulders. “I do, you know. Whether the nightmares will stop because of it, I don’t know. I think I might need further help to recover from it all. Kinda scared about registering with a doctor, though, putting my name back out there. He’ll be looking for me, and if he finds any record of a twenty-nine-year-old woman named Emma Louise Taylor anywhere, he’ll come for me.” 

Her muscles stiffened at just the thought, Guero turning to wrap both arms around her, feeling her relax into his embrace after a few moments. “We’ll work something out.” She fell asleep in his arms, those early morning hours passing dreamlessly, neither waking until 10am the following morning.  

Rising from her place curled against him, Emma rubbed her eyes, looking down at the chiselled tattoo canvas that had been her pillow. Her safe person, the kind of man she’d dreamed would one day save her from her fate, and there he was... snoring like a brontosaurus. She couldn’t help but giggle softly, thinking that was a part perhaps not strictly included in the romanticism of her fantasies.  

He cracked an eye open, his grin widening. “What are you laughing at?” 

“Isn’t it obvious? The noise! You snore like something hell spat up for being too loud.” 

“I wasn’t snoring,” he began stretching, the other eye opening eventually. “I was doing mindful breathing.” 

Immediately, she cracked up, leaning to place a kiss against his stubbly jaw. “There’s nothing mindful about those sawn logs.” 

She had a point, he guessed, Guero turning onto his side and wrapping his arms around her. “Yeah, but I’m cute. I get away with it, don’t I?” 

“Yeah,” she agreed, turning her head back to kiss him, “you do have that going for you.” 

“And a whole lot more.”  

Biting the corner of her lip, she shifted against him, a little wiggle that stirred him exactly where she intended him to be stirred. “Feel like showing me?”  

“Mm.” His arms tightened around her, kisses scattered against the side of her neck. “I need coffee and a shower, then trust me, I’ll spend all morning showing you.” 

Now that was a statement definitely on a par with her fantasies. He left the bed first, taking a shower, calling to her that he’d left in on for her as he made his way through to the kitchen. It was while she was under the warm water looking down at herself that a stab of panic prickled against her guts.  

He’d see her naked. All of her. 

While she had body confidence in her shape, the littering of scars that marked her sides and lower back made her feel ugly. Some had faded to white, but there were still a few dark pink markings that remained. All were raised scar tissue, triangular shapes of knife points pressed into her skin, the burning brand of a hot blade searing Rocco’s displeasure branded onto her skin forever.  

As she dried off, her eyes found them again, wondering if they’d really be all too noticeable if the blinds remained drawn in the bedroom.  

“Of course, they will," she muttered, beginning to sniff. All she wanted was to move on from it all, enjoy the basic human right of a consensual sexual relationship with another adult, someone of her actual choosing, yet the literal scars of the past held her back.  

A soft tap sounded upon the partly open door. “Em, you want a coffee?” 

Em. No one had ever called her that before. She liked it. “No, thank you.” 

“You alright.” 

“Yeah.”  

Her pinched voice alluded to the contrary. “No, you’re not. Can I come in?”  

“Yeah.” Tightening the large, white bath towel around herself again, she wiped her eyes on the back of her hand, trying to compose her upset.  

“So, people who are alright stand here crying, huh?” Him and his smart mouth. He was right in his light sarcasm, though. “What’s wrong, baby?” 

Baby. He'd called her that back when he’d first found her. How different the intent behind the word was now. “The scars I have,” she began, gulping, hoping she could swallow down the lump she had painfully swelling in her throat. “You’ll see them, and they’re hideous. They make me ugly. You’ll think they look ugly.” 

He frowned, lifting her chin with a gentle touch of his fingers as he began shaking his head. “I’ve never liked people making my mind up for me. That includes you, mamas.” His hands pressed softly on her shoulders, resting his forehead against hers. “I’ve got no problem with whatever scars you have, and I’m not gonna think you’re ugly because of ‘em. Only thing that is, is that low opinion you have of yourself. If you want, leave a t shirt on. I don’t mind. I’d prefer you naked, but whatever makes you comfortable, I’m good with.” 

She could fetch a t shirt, or she could just be brave and let him see her. All of her. She’d bared her soul to him already, after all. Indecision made her heart quicken, the soft stroke of his fingertips at her upper arms soothing as she reached for the towel and untucked it, letting it fall. Fighting the urge to cover herself with her arms, she looked anywhere but him as he took in her nudity, her body tensing when he moved his hands to stroke the scars she detested so much with careful attention.  

Leaning close, he kissed the side of her head, his lips soft against her ear. “They aren’t who you are, and you’re not any less beautiful. They’re only the map of the journey that finally led you to me.”  

Her throat tightened with emotion, his words so beautiful, she wanted to cry. The desire in his eyes as she finally looked at him dictated it might be poorly timed, though. This was not a time for lament and sadness. No. This was the time to plant her lips upon his and let him carry her to the bedroom.  

[ambrosialdesire]

Quick, who would win in a fight—

Cacoëthes Reiner vs Desiderate Bertholdt?

Oooh and to make things spicer what if they’re fighting over Y/N 🥰

WAIT OMFG THIS IS GOOD QUESTION FUCK I DON’T WANT TO SOUND BIASED EITHER ABOUT IT TOO

TBH i feel like desiderate bertolt is more stronger than cacoëthes reiner, cause even in the canon storyline, bertolt was the one who was picked over reiner for the titan holder (we all know bro did NOT get chosen at all) and has the considerably strongest Titan before eren’s attack titan/founding titan form. but bert’s pretty lanky and reiner is much more beefier than him, even when he was going through it, BUT ALSO BERT IS MUCH TALLER THAN HIM SO?????

BUT THEN AGAIN reiner did amazing in the training scouts as he came in second place, over both annie and bertolt, two of the holders that were also chosen for their titans before reiner was swapped and reiner is also the one alive compared to bert (isayama tysm LMAO) 😭 but given that, i feel like cacoëthes reiner is more powerful strategically since desiderate bertolt wasn’t even the one that planned the entire kidnapping for his reader, he just asked reiner if he could so reiner could plan how to sneak her away from the others along with them LOL reiner in his story was already locked in from the beginning stages on how to bring her back to marley too and how to break her in slowly to have a family with him 💀

i think also in terms of scuffling, we know that reiner in s4 struggled really mentally to win any fights bc of his guilt towards his paradisian friends and from his struggle of his identity of being a warrior and a scout, so he also has that handicap, cause i think bertolt has less guilt about it since his dad came before all of them (he’s also the one without a mental disorder so 💀😭)

IF CACOËTHES REINER AND DESIDERATE BERTOLT FOUGHT FOR READER, guys they’ll literally either be the death of each other or a stalemate cause they can’t just die and leave reader alone 😭 plus reiner’s too stubborn to let himself die and bert’s just gonna become too horny HAHA in another stupid ass scenario, if they fought, reiner might win simply bc beat came during it LMFAOOOOO

"bro did… did you just cum?" "… no." as reiner is choking him out, bertolt’s literally doubling over trying to hide that he actually did 😭😭😭 LORD SAVE THE READER FROM THESE MEN 💀💀

it also depends on which reader too since they’re kinda a little different (the only thing they can agree on is hating their partner LMAO) so imagine them being plopped right into each other’s worlds

reiner with desiderate reader, she’s more tolerable with him rather than his reader since desiderate reader works for them and he’s her boss technically, so she has some respect towards him. she may hold hate for him too, but it’s not as much as with cacoëthes reader. also constant office fucking from the both of them, it’s probably is now part of her job if cacoëthes reiner was there, though he’d prefer her to be a housewife rather than working for him, but when he sees her knelt under the desk sucking him off, his mind kinda changes teehee

desiderate reader is not getting a break from both her home and the workplace 😖

bertolt with cacoëthes reader, she also technically hates him since it was very well stated in the second part BUT i feel like she tolerates him better than reiner 😭 THEY SHOULD SWITCH READERS TBH /j and even if he’s more masochistic and pretty fucking scary overall when he’s near knives, he’s more obedient to her demands and starts to enjoy the thought of coming home to a wife. plus reiner may be onto something when he sees the swell of her pregnant belly and her breasts, the desire to impregnate her next latching onto his mind.

again, cacoëthes reader is NOT getting a break either LMFAOOOOO

THAT’S MY TWO CENTS ON IT THOUGH, I THINK DESIDERATE BERTOLT ROCKS CACOËTHES REINER IN STRENGTH BUT CACOËTHES REINER ROCKS DESIDERATE BERTOLT IN STRATEGY IDK 😭😭 i actually loved answering this question, ty anon!

[deepwithintheabyss]

📚 for the ask game

📚 ⇢ what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app? 

kjsajkd okay so this was me taking really fast (and tired) notes after I woke up from my dream, it took me a bit to remember, I'm... yeah you're getting the typo version good luck understanding

warning death and gore

Strats out dnd character forcing me to ne more bold, on a ship Search for my friend a boy i am me and other dude? Find kid almost walls intk water, does fall into waterr Convinced the captain is a good guy Thre, kids gets dragged by him? To a platform Smth left to die but i make my way tbdre, so he threateens to throw out thr key? For hero trainif? Kid is in it amd it costw money Foght I stab and hit organ Ruptures Kid has to cut out fuys tongue less her choke on it and bust an eye to relieve pressure in the brain (he's still gonna die, even if we'd call the emergency services which we didn't`? Or couldn't wt Ith u know water etc.)

Typed this all out btw

Ask Game

Translation under the cut, for those who don't want to figure it out (I do not think this will make it more clear)

Okay so the dream started with a dnd session where @themandylion (hi you starred in my dream) revealed that we got premade characters assigned from them. Mine was a very bold personality thing drag queen think showmanship etc. to kinda force me (as in real me) to come more out of my shell, very glittery etc.

At the time I wasn't yet aware that this would play on a ship though that became quickly apparent in later scenes, anyway. So I get this character, and I play this character, so my dream pov character is her.

Our, or at least my mission, was to find a guy (Idk if I forgot them or never had them), he was like an important figure etc. so I basically got a cinematic shot of this dude, sitting in the cafeteria I guess? At a table??

Then, we switched to him, standing at a railing and talking to like a child he's friends with, not his child though, anyway they are like talking about games to play, which games they can't play etc. strategy games and more, this weird blend of real me and the dnd character walk up listen in and then like start talking as well about games and how they are sites to pirate?? or how I could let him play some games so he can figure out what he likes?? (unclear)

In there somewhere at some point the guy also made a comment about how, the kid does not have to worry if he ever falls into water because he fully believes that the captain will stop the ship to get him (I also got some intrusive thoughts in the dream, child hitting the ship and dying, the strong waves of the boat propelling it so far away, the turbine)

Then Dnd character vanishes from dream, the guy is the sole pov character now no weird switching, he almost walks into the water? at the front/falls of the railing? but then doesn't, but the kid does.

And so he jumps in after I think, and then there was a lot of swimming, at some point the Captain is also int he water and he grabs the kid and swims for thirty miles, at least that's the number i first got, but no it was less than that as we later learned, he drags the kid to a platform in the middle of the ocean, just floating there? (I've been following him the entire time) With the intention to just leave him there????

But because I make my way there those plans are kinda foiled, so he threatens to throw out a key/acceptance letter?? for hero training, which is like very expensive, and obv the family can't pay for it again.

So we fight, get swords at some point and we fight, and I hit him, I stab him in the stomach/torso, an organ ruptures etc. he's dying.

And then?? His tongue is swelling so the kid decides to cut it out so he doesn't choke on it, very bloody etc. and then has to burst an eye to relieve pressure on his brain. I am thinking of calling an ambulance but don't, because they won't get here in time etc? but I think also something about him not being safed??? idk. and yeah

We are aware that he's about to die but maybe the kid had hope he survived?? I'm not entirely sure

I think the dream def lost a lot of coherence the more i was to waking up.

Man recently a lot of my dreams have been wild and gory, I didn't use to kill people in my dreams!! Till that Vampire one that was a first!! Why is this the new norm brain!! (it isn't)

[archiiive]

How To Get My Husband On My Side

I usually love strong female characters and I love reading them. Not a big fan of weak or damsel in distress characters. But RUBY. Idk how to explain my thoughts and feelings about her. Ik it doesn't make any sense but I feel like this is what I'd feel about my own daughter if I had one (I just turned 20 last month lolol). Ruby is by far my most favourite manhwa fmc and the most beautiful girl in my eyes I'm not even exaggerating. Yall won't believe how many times I scroll back to see the panels Ruby is in. I don't think I've even replayed shirtless Izek that many times lmao. I just stare at her in awe. I can't help but smile. I just re read this manhwa for the 4th time today, I just keep coming back here. This manhwa is so beautiful, cute, sad, painful and heartbreaking all at the same time. I cry, smile, laugh, giggle, get angry, so many emotions all at once.

I feel so sad whenever I look at Ruby's eyes. I just wanna give her a hug. Ruby is by far one of the strongest characters I've ever read. Being strong doesn't necessarily mean being physically strong yk. Everything she's gone through, those are unimaginable. The fact that she's still sane is probably the biggest proof of how strong she is. Cause imagine being abused like she was for that many years (even in her previous life, or should I say lives), she's only suffering. I can't imagine how deep the trauma runs.

Every kind of Abuse destroy people. She has gone thorough so many kind of abuses. But man SA has got to be the most horrendous things to ever happen to someone, that too by her own brother, at her own house, for so many years, where the so called brother even spread rumour about their questionable relationship outside just so her marriages could be broken off. I can't imagine going through all of that everyday and still having to smile sweetly 24/7, not having anyone to share these with, no one to rely on and pretending to be completely fine. I'd never be able to last so long, I'd be long gone.

As much as I love Izek now, it's an undeniable fact that he was a jerk to her when she first came here. Okay he had his reasons cause her family couldn't be trusted yada yada but RUBY didn't deserve any of it. Good thing she escaped from the hell, her own house but then came here to be treated like a nuisance by her own husband. Okay he's changed now and he loves her and everything is good so I'll kinda forgive him too cause at least he's giving Ruby the love, warmth, support, reassurance, comfort now. She needed them so bad. She really needed someone to confide in.

Whenever I see her holding things in and not being able to talk about her past traumas and abuse with anyone and silently putting up everything that fu*king Cesare bitch a**hole ugly looking piece of sh*t son of a wh*re does in fear that things will get worse, I just want to go get myself off by a truck and isekai into the story and stab that filthy guy until my hands fall of. I don't think I ever hated or will hate anything as much as I hate Cesare. This manhwa keeps breaking me but I still keep coming back for Ruby and maybe a little bit for Izek too, love to see them together.

I'm so mad she had to endure all of that. Idc what Ruby does or ever did. I'd support her even if she were to take initiative to end the world. I'd gladly let her destroy everything, kill everyone including me if that's what she wanted, I'd give her everything she could've ever asked for and even more cause RUBY my love deserves everything. Okay but why do I sound like a mom tho lolol. I guess Izek has a stronger competition now cause at least I'd never treat that angel like precious munchkin the way he did in the past hmph.

So in conclusion what I wanted to say is, I LOVE RUBY. My loveliest most adorable bestest sweetheart. My heart swells with love everytime she smiles. She shines so bright I fear. Ruby is the most amazing, Ruby is the most beautiful, Ruby is the strongest, i wanna bawl my eyes out everytime I look at her eyes. And if anyone tries to hurt my Ruby and talk shit about her, I'm personally coming for you, you better sleep at night with an eye open. Cause Ruby might be the sweetest but I'm certainly NOT.

[ask-hannah-blog]

Oh my gawd Hannah!!! You shouldn't have sweetheart that was so sweet of you! 🥨🤡🌭

I literally squealed when I saw your post it made me so giddy I had to fuck one of my plushies right then and there! Little guy is so lucky I'm there to take of him... I'm like their mama guhhuyhhyyhyuck....

Anyhoo, you silly poo! Life has been swell for me, my favorite weiner mayo addicted salon has been thriving and I certainly feel like royalty myself whenever I come in! With some coercing from the girls there we decided it'd be nice to extend my services to the other regulars so they've been getting nice and fat from my creamy dog! Speaking of dogs, sometimes I finish on their feet and while they don't turn white or anything, I swear they're growing a bit! And they certainly smell and taste more like my tootsies... I've checked, guhuuhhyuck! I guess I kinda work there now! I accept all types of payment!

As for my other business, the people who buy my yummy mayo are like super addicted to it now, so I've been hard at work cumming lots and lots to keep up with the demand! Being a food clown is hard work but I'm a hard worker luckily! Still though, I can't help but want to save some of my treats for you and your clown family! When you finally bring me home to your dream circus, I'll be able to really help all those poor, hungry, and thirsty clowns! And then when I pick up my toy from your work, well...

Naturally you can suck my toes and my weiner all day long, Daisy can enjoy my smelly cheeto farts, and your baby sissy will get nice and full from my fizzy titty cola! 😋 😋 😋 yum yum yum!

How is everyone, anyhoo? You know I just can't wait to meet them! Until then though, you have the most bestest and greatest of days, my queen! I love looove ya 💓❤️💕💗💋💋💋💋

-Your Girl! 🥨🥨🥨

Woooooooooooow!

You’re Pretzel! I totally remember talking with you that one time. Hehehe although I thought you were weird and gross then. I dunno why though! Hehe you sound like just my time.

I mean I know this might sound weird but my therapist says I have a fetish/obsession with girls who have big fat hotdog smelling weiners! But it’s soooooooooooo hard to find someone who matches that description! I mean my therapist will put mustard, ketchup relish and of course mayo on her strapon when she fucks my face but it’s just not the same.

Hehehehe Sorry if I’m over sharing I just reeeeeeally like hot dogs. They’re just so pretty and interesting. My therapist put a hot dog rotisserie in my cage and I just watch the weiners spin for hours while I masturbate.

Didn’t you recommend my therapist to me? I can’t even remember what I came to her for…

OH YEAH!

Being a total horny clown nutcase hehehehehe!

Well she’s not very good because I think I’m worse than ever. Right now I’m stuff soft pretzels up my butt because it feels nice! Hehehe what kind of girl does that?

Anywho enough about me…

You sound sooooooooo interesting.

I bet your stuffed animals are super well behaved because you’re a really attentive mama. It’s funny Honker says I’m a toy who needs someone to take care if her, and it’s like soooooooo true. Since I started seeing her I lost my job and apartment, I like can’t do anything right. If she didn’t let me sleep in her palace is so be a hobo clown right now.

But not you! You like run your own business! I think it’s so great what you’re doing for those humies. Sexy too! I wonder what percentage of their brains is your mayo at this point! Honk honk! Soooo cool that you have your own audience. And hot too! No joke I came sooooo hard reading about how fat and dreamy they’ve all gotten. You must be a really powerful clown if their feet are changing for you! Gooooosh I wish I could smellllll them!

Hehe I don’t know why honkers had me write all of this! It’s just making me horny and hungry. Hehe I don’t know I need someone to control me, or I’m just a dumb little clown!

Tehee!

Ummm *Sucks on finger*

I dunno, I’d there something I should be doing Pretzel?

Oh yeah! My name’s Toe Cleavage! Hehe! My mama named me after the two most beautiful things she could think of’

[invinciblerodent]

Verbena of the Shadow Dragons; "Rook"

(Template)

Raymond Percival Trevelyan (The Inquisitor)

Arie Aeducan (The Warden-Commander)

Warden Tristan (Thorne) of the Grey (alternate Rook)

This is just a short, interview-type piece, and it's basically just me trying to figure out Ver's voice and backstory. ❤️ (around 1.6k words)

The painting I used there is "Romantic Encounter" ("Örök Szerelem", actually translates to "Eternal love") by Zichy Mihály. (It's also meant to kinda interact with the grapes to its left? I'm cooking okay)

“I had the cover, before I would have had anything to cover for. When I finished school, I had no means or desire to go to university, so my father got me a job guarding the construction sites where he worked as an auditor- he kinda… I don’t know, supervised the men’s work in some capacity, I never got how, and I watched so that most of the supplies would stay at the site. And at first, it was a boring, cushy job-- a few bricks got nicked every now and then, a few tools, a can of paint or two, but all was above ground and fair.”

“But then… one of the bosses, they managed to get their hands on a few bonds of debts unpaid. And one thing came after another, and soon, the indentured servants and slaves said to be the same working the construction outnumbered the free men ten to one.” Verbena paused, and turned her eyes to her hands folded on the table in front of herself-- her eyes blank, as if reciting from memory a poem the words of which she had said so many times, she no longer felt their meaning.

("Doesn’t sound very unusual, for Tevinter. Surely you couldn’t have been so naive as to be surprised that a Magister would buy slaves-- that’s like being surprised that a bear does, indeed, shit in the woods.")

She shook her head, and a small, bitter smile stretched one of the corners of her mouth up in a way befitting a snarl. “What can I say, I had barely shaken the eggshell off my ass at that point. Call me an incorrigible idealist. But, one evening, about a year in, things… really changed.”

“I thought I was alone on the compound-- doing my rounds, locking up, the works. Until I heard… something. From behind the buildings. Thumping, laughter… crashes. I thought some of the guys had simply ended up here while on their way home from the pub, so, I went to send them home.”

“I was wrong. It was an elf boy. Not much more than 18 years old by the looks of him, like me. And the foreman and… some of the other guys, workers and guards, I don’t recall who or how many, had him surrounded in a circle. They had beaten him within an inch of his life-- allegedly for stealing, but they never did tell me what it was they thought he had stolen. All I remember is that wild look of terror in his eyes as he looked up at me from the ground, his lip split open, bleeding, and his nose already swelling, and how he scrambled back, screaming bloody murder as soon as our eyes met.”

“When I asked what they were doing, the guys, they just… laughed, in an almost embarrassed kind of way, and the foreman just… sort of reached for the boy’s elbow, yanked him to his feet, and left him there. There was no mention made of the incident, and they just… dispersed, one by one, and went home to their families.”

“I couldn’t do anything then, except bear witness, but none would have taken that seriously. So I tried to talk to the boy, tried to, I don’t know, help him the best I could.” Her eyes softened now. “I gave him my handkerchief to wipe the blood off his face, and soon he told me his name-- Adris. An indentured servant, he had sold himself as soon as he came of age to the Magister employing both of us, to pay for medicine for his father and school for his sister. He was nice, thought he knew what he was getting into, and he didn’t seem to mind a beating or two too much either. But he was the reason I sought out the Shadow Dragons.”

“The first job I ever did with them took weeks. Adris’ bruises healed, and everyone had forgotten the incident-- especially my involvement. But I didn’t. I had been feeding the Dragon contact I had found information about all the slave-trading my boss was doing. I snuck around, stayed late, volunteered for overtime, all to sniff out the ship dates, the drop sites, the name of the slaver the Magister was trading with-- and once we had everything set up and ready to go, I submitted my resignation.”

("What?")

Ver smiled. “What, have you never heard the saying, ‘don’t shit where you eat’? If I was to be useful to the Dragons, if I was to survive in Minrathous on my own, I needed to be able to keep getting gigs like that. For that, I couldn’t be present as a guard at sites of slave revolts- but I could be present at the handoff points, if only as the muscle.”

“The opportunity came roughly a week after I tended my resignation, and we struck with a small force, freeing every slave and servant at that site-- Adris among them. His family lived far, and he had nowhere else to go, so afterwards, he stayed at my apartment, I got him a job washing dishes at this eatery my uncle managed, and one thing leading to another, he became my best friend-- and, a very good informant to the Dragons, too. He seemed to have a knack for getting servants to talk shit about their masters, and expose potential targets for future raids, so we kept working together. He sussed out those deserving of a hit, I got a job guarding there, and we fed each other information that got a lot of people, good people, freed over the years.”

“Until one time, a few years ago, we got sloppy.”

“We were… seen. I don’t know whose mistake it was. Maybe I fucked up noting down a guard rotation, maybe it was bad intel, maybe it was just bad luck, I don’t know, but at this one job, at the fuckhuge mansion of some guy called Hispidus, we were seen... and the next day, the Templars came knocking at our door. I’ll never forget how I saw that same terror in Adris’ eyes as I did that first night we met, and I’ll never forget how damn brave he was, telling me not to follow as they shackled his hands and dragged him away.”

“And he had my back. He refused to give them anything on my involvement, no matter how long or how intently they interrogated him, he gave up nothing. Not even when they tossed him into the prisons. Much as we know that what we’re doing is right, in Tevinter, the theft of a slave is still a capital offense-- and they really like enforcing that ruling, especially if your ears are of a pointier variety. We were both guilty, many times over, and he said that him, they’d find a reason to execute sooner or later… but me, I could still do something far better than die.”

“I was there, visiting him, when a Grey Warden recruiter came to the prison to select prospective Wardens from the condemned there. And Adris caught their eye, so they had him pulled from the cell, just like that, and they… left, with him.”

“I begged, and pleaded, and raged like a child to be taken myself as well, to be able to go with them, and I… did not take it well, when they refused. They said, ‘we Wardens have no use for the likes of you’-- and at that time, I had taken that to mean ‘stupid, jumped-up little Soporati girls with no guts or sense’. Now I know that they meant ‘people with a shot at an actual future’.”

("Did you love him?")

“I think… that we both knew, deep down, that there was something there. That we were not quite in love, but that there was… something almost deeper than romantic, between us. At first we were awkward around one another, even that hovel I was renting from one of my father’s friends was a villa compared to the kinds of places he had lived in, and for a while he often awoke screaming and saw in me nothing but another seeking to hurt him. Those days were rough, but… as time went on, we seemed to get through the worst of it. And we got close… very close. And as the couch he had been sleeping on collapsed one day, it seemed the most natural thing in the world for us to start simply sharing my bed. There were no more screams at night from then on.”

“And sure, I know you’re wondering-- yes, we had slept with each other in the less innocent sense as well, but overall, our relationship was platonic. We weren’t making love, we were just… getting rid of stress, while making a good friend feel good. We were sharing everything, food, living space, affection… sharing our bodies on top of it all, it simply felt natural. And in that time, we had no time for other lovers, so… I suppose, one might say that we were, in a sense, that, as well. But it wasn’t… like that.”

“When he left with the Wardens, that was the last time I had seen him. Ever. And it’s been… eight years, I want to say, since then. In that time, I saw this happen again-- not often, but enough times to count. Sometimes we freed someone with more bravado than sense, or simply someone with no place else to go, and off they went, to seek out the Wardens-- and once or twice they showed up later in Warden garb, but most other times, that was that. They disappeared, never to be seen again.”

Ver traced a finger along the rim of her glass now. “I wonder, sometimes, what became of Adris. Or what I’d say to him, if I were to see him again. But I know, deep down, that that’s less and less likely with each passing year. So, I try not to dwell on it.”

[passerine-writes]

Silent Sparks - Volt 29

Warnings: Mentions of insecurities and scars, minor medical shit Word count: 3133

Notes: Italics - Tsukare signing Bold italics - Family member/friend signing 'Italics with apostrophes' - Thoughts Espeon is Shinsou

Masterlist

Volt 28 | Volt 30

After hours of training, my muscles were sore and I was exhausted as I sat on the phone with my parents.

"Hey little listener, how was the first day of interning? Save any lives?" I sarcastically rolled my eyes at Pops, the phone on speaker so I could talk to him and Dad. They're voices sounded distant though, if I didn't focus, I probably wouldn't catch a word either of them said.

"I take it you guys saw the news?"

"Yes we did, it's still running if you want to see it for yourself." I sat up and turned on the TV in my room, clicking to the news station and waiting a few minutes until it aired again.

"Earlier today, at approximately 2:30 this afternoon, a hero in training going by Sonus, saved a small boy from being crushed by a car going one hundred and ten miles per hour (177 kilometers per hour) in Tokyo. Here is the video surveillance from a small shop across the street." The video flipped to earlier today, and I watched as I was talking to the boy and signing his notebook, the car coming around and the frame changed again, the screen splitting in half with the news reporter as the footage was slowed down. "Look closely, just before the car fully rounds the corner, Sonus calls to Endeavor and the other student interning before picking up the child and getting both him and the child out of the way safely. Yet Sonus doesn't stop there, if you look at how he's holding the kid well, it looks as though he's making sure he doesn't see the wreck and still, he does more. He stays with the child until his mother arrives and informs the mother of her sons condition. Here's a few words from the mother and son duo." The screen switched to the Rikuta's.

"Miss Rikuta, in your own words, can you tell us what happened today?" The on scene reporter asked.

"My son and I were out shopping today and he saw Endeavor across the street. He's always been a fan so he asked if he could go over and ask for his autograph and I told him he could. A few minutes later I heard a big crash and came running outside but the ambulances were already there and Sonus was staying with him to keep him safe." The reported knelt down next to Aoto.

"Can you tell me everything that happened with Sonus today?"

"He was so cool! He signed my notebook for me too!" He held up his notebook and the camera zoomed in on my signature before zooming out. "He helped get me out of the way and kept me safe the whole time! It was super scary when I couldn't hear anything but he made sure I was okay! Thank you, Sonus!" His mom crouched down next to him.

"Thank you for saving my baby, Sonus. We can't thank you enough." I smiled to myself as the screen changed back to the news reporter.

"There you have it. Sonus now has one of the youngest hero debuts in history." I turned off the television, smiling to myself.

'This is why I want to be a hero.'

"We're proud of you, Onryo." My heart swelled happily from hearing my dad tell me that.

"Thank you Dad. I kinda got chewed out by Endeavor after and then I lectured him for lecturing me and he sort of, uh, shut down?" Pops was laughing and I could practically see Dad's confusion. So I explained and it only enticed Pops to laugh harder.

"I'm going to go make coffee." I focused and barely heard Dads footsteps over the phone before I quickly broke out in laughter with Pops.

"We're seriously proud of you, when we saw you on the news we thought you were hurt but that thankfully wasn't the case. How'd it feel to save your first person?"

"Surreal. I never thought it would come this soon. Thank you for designing the glasses for me, Pops. That's what got me to see the car coming." Pops let out a tense breath.

"I'm glad I stuck with my original design. How are you coping with the short sleeves?" I groaned and ran a hand down my face.

"You already know the answer to that."

"I know, little listener. I'm sorry for going with short sleeves, the only reason I did is because I don't want to get a call or see on the news one day that you blacked out from the heat. Especially cause I went with your favorite color for the majority of it. Your winter suit though, will probably be more to your liking." I let out a breath and debated on how exactly to word this.

"I just don't want people to know about my scars. My friends already found out about the ones on my back and the one on my face I can't really hide. Even the kid today asked me about it but he was nicer than most would be. Plus it was general child curiosity so I can't fault him for that. I just don't want any more of my classmates finding things out and risking the judgement."

"I know kiddo, your dad told me about your friends finding out and I'm surprised that you reacted as well as you did. Okay, your dad's out of the room so I have to ask, what's going on with you and Kaminari?" I blushed at the mention of him, shocked that I even reacted that way.

"He's still being my fake boyfriend, that guy from C is relentless and it's getting irritating. I definitely have a crush on him, but there's too many unknowns plus I've only known him for about a month." He hummed thoughtfully.

"Makes sense, and don't worry about Sho. I'll work my magic and get him onboard with breaking the 'no loud blonds' rule." I couldn't help but laugh again, saying my goodnights to my parents before checking my messages.

From Espeon: Hey, I saw you on the news, good job today.

From Espeon: But if you scare me like that again I'll kill you.

To Espeon: I'm sorry, you know I didn't mean to scare you. It's weird having a debut already though

I couldn't help but laugh more at what I saw Mina named the group chat.

Tsukababes Pokémon

(Boldore - Kirishima, Venomoth - Mina, Scraggy - Sero, Pikachu - Kaminari, Whismur - Tsukare)

From Boldore: Did you guys see the news???

From Venomoth: No, why??

From Scraggy: I just looked, holy shit Tsuka! Congrats!!

From Pikachu: What happened?!?!?

From Boldore: Tsukabro already had his hero debut! He saved a kid from a car going wayyy over the speed limit!

From Venomoth: OMG! WHAT? TSUKABABES I'M SO PROUD OF YOU!!

From Pikachu: THATS AMAZING

From Whismur: Thank you :) I honestly wasn't expecting that to happen today

From Venomoth: 1 image attachment

I looked at the picture and saw me on the news holding Aoto after the crash.

From Venomoth: Can we just take a moment to appreciate how AMAZING Tsukababes would be as an older brother?? Look at him!!!

From Scraggy: 1 image attachment

I slowly started laughing more as all four joined in. Sero sent a picture of me crouched down talking to the kid.

From Scraggy: Mina's got a fair point, he's a natural!

From Boldore: 1 image attachment

Kiri sent a photo zoomed in on my bicep.

From Boldore: Can we appreciate how manly he is? Look at those muscles!

From Pikachu: 1 image attachment

I choked on air laughing when I saw a picture zoomed in on my thighs and ass.

From Pikachu: DAT ASS, BRO!

From Scraggy: Dude, have some respect lmao

From Venomoth: Respectfully, Kaminari has a point

From Boldore: I'm staying out of this 😶

Before I could respond, there was a knock on my door. I announced that they could come in and saw Todoroki standing at my door with a blank expression.

"Hey, Todoroki. What's up?" For some reason, I didn't shirk away at him seeing me in a tank top. Maybe it's because I know he understands and know him enough to process he won't judge or say anything.

"The walls are on the thinner side and I heard you laughing, I assumed you put a comedy on and was going to ask if I could join you." I shook my head but gestured for him to come inside.

"I was just laughing because some of our classmates are being funny and earlier my dad was too." His eyebrows furrowed together.

"Aizawa can be funny?" I cracked a smile and nodded.

"Him being funny is similar to you being funny, it's unintentional." He stared at the floor for a moment but nodded. "Would you want to take a picture with me to send to the group chat of a few of our classmates? I can add you to it, if you'd like." He hesitantly sat on the edge of my bed as I spoke, I could almost see his mind calculating.

"So far I only have Midoriya's number, who's in the group chat?"

"It's me, Kirishima, Mina, Sero and Kaminari." He thought for a moment.

"No thank you, I'm not looking to make friends right now. I suppose I can take the picture with you though." I smirked and sat up again.

"You might not have been trying to, but you're my friend so you already made at least one this year." He sent me a barely there smile and I smiled back before standing up, going over to the bathroom and waving him over. "For the picture, we're gonna take one of us flexing one of our biceps." He nodded once, the heterochromic male also in a tank top. We both lifted our left arm and flexed, showing off our well earned muscles, our figures enunciated with the tank tops. My right arm raised the camera a little higher to show my smile. Todoroki's jawline was accentuated since he looked up at the camera. I snapped the picture and pulled it up to show him, a small smile coming on my face while he looked indifferent, but his eyes said it all. "We actually look pretty good." He gave a quick nod and we went back to my room.

From Whismur: 1 image attachment

From Whismur: Are these the muscles you were talking about Kiri lmao

From Scraggy: DUDE ROKI IS HOTHOTHOT

From Boldore: DAMN TSUKABRO

From Pikachu: 😳😳😳

From Venomoth: Hehe, someone's blushing!!

From Venomoth: But unlike you guys, I'll say it

From Venomoth: Tsukababes you are hot, no denying it. Especially with that lighting?!?! Uh, hello!! Two of the hottest guys in our class are in that picture!

From Whismur: Thank you Mina but really, I'm not that hot

From Venomoth: Oh my goodness, someone talk some sense into him for me

From Boldore: Bro, you literally took a picture in a mirror, how do you not see it???

From Scraggy: This one I'm staying out of, not because I disagree because I don't but it's definitely not because I'm still looking at Todoroki. Kami, take it away

From Pikachu: I-

From Pikachu: Uh, head empty, no thoughts

From Venomoth: See? Kami knows it too

From Whismur: I don't know about that one

From Boldore: Also, why are there bandages on your arms? Are you okay?

From Whismur: Yeah, I'm alright. I just got some road burn earlier, nothing big. The EMT's patched me up so I'm all good

I locked my phone and put it down, Todoroki set his down as well, a curious look in his eye.

"Can I ask you something?" I sat up a little more and nodded, patient for him to figure out what he wanted to ask. His voice still muffled and I finally narrowed it down to side effects after earlier. "How long have you had the scar on your face?" I froze up and awkwardly rubbed the back of my neck, not expecting him to be so forthright but I shouldn't have been so surprised with his bluntness.

"I was around eight, it happened right before my Dad adopted me." I swallowed the lump in my throat at the memory. "I was in a really bad foster home, probably the worst one I've been to. When they sent me back to the foster center, the treatment I got there only made it worse. What about you?" He touched his scar lightly before he spoke.

"My mother poured boiling water on my face and called my left side unbearable for resembling my father." We sat in a weighted silence for a moment. "How do you handle it? Of having the knowledge that it will always be on your face for everyone to see?" I shuffled around, laying on my back with my head near the edge of the bed and my heels resting against the wall.

"If I'm being honest, I don't. Most of the time, I don't even acknowledge it, so much that I forget it's there for a minute. On the days where I'm feeling really insecure about it though, I think about everyone in my life who has a scar on their face. Like you, my dad, Kirishima, you all have scars on your faces but I don't think any less of you or see you any differently, so why shouldn't I be able to see myself that way?" He hummed curiously and nodded.

"You have a point." I nodded and sat up again, resting against the headboard.

"Wanna watch a movie? My family and I have a lot of streaming services so I can log into whatever. We can watch a comedy that you seemed all excited about earlier." His head shot over, eyes trained on me in a curious way. Almost as if he was studying me.

"Sure. Is there anything in particular you would like to watch?" I shrugged and passed him the remote, leaving the choice up to him.

I didn't know what was on but going into this I knew I would have no attention span. Todoroki seemed content though, so that was enough for me. My phone buzzing in my lap caught my attention.

From Pikachu: Hey :D

To Pikachu: Hi :)

From Pikachu: Sorry if any of us made you uncomfortable earlier, and I wasn't trying to insult you or anything if that's how it seemed

From Pikachu: You looked really good in that picture and I didn't really know how to react and didn't want to come off like Sero about Todoroki

From Pikachu: I just wanted to clear that up I guess, sorry I didn't mean to ramble 😅

To Pikachu: It's okay! No worries!

To Pikachu: In all honesty, I'm horrible at taking compliments if you haven't noticed

To Pikachu: So I was more in shock and disbelief rather than being uncomfortable

From Pikachu: Whaaa?! But you're so AHH!!

From Pikachu: I'm glad you weren't uncomfortable though, I would've felt really bad if we made you feel that way

To Pikachu: I just don't really see it, I guess? I know I have muscles and stuff but I just don't see the attraction some people hold towards me

From Pikachu: Well I can confirm you're hot and it's not just for your muscles ;)

My face went aflame at his text and I was glad that Todoroki was paying attention to the movie.

To Pikachu: Thank you, I still don't really see it but thank you

From Pikachu: One day I'll convince you of it, just you wait

To Pikachu: Do I want to know how you'll "convince" me of it? Or should I just be scared?

From Pikachu: No and no :)

To Pikachu: Definitely scared

I put my phone down with a small smile on my face and tried to focus on the movie. I don't typically watch comedies but Todoroki seemed happy enough with it, so the least I can do is tough it out.

"You smile a lot." I looked at him curiously. "You were just smiling at your phone. Most of the time in class and in general, usually you have at least a small smile." I laughed softly, not realizing how truly observant he was until that moment.

"That's why a lot of people refer to me as the sunshine friend." His head tilted to the side ever so slightly, showing his confusion. "People usually see me happy and smiling and compare me to a ray of sunshine. Hence the term sunshine friend." He sat for a moment before nodding,

"That makes sense." He turned back to the movie, my phone buzzing again.

From Boldore: Hey Tsukabro, you busy right now?

To Boldore: Not really, what's up Kiri?

From Boldore: I know it's probably not my place, and it might be a sensitive thing for you but we're adoption bros and I wanna make sure you're okay. I know you had a rough time in foster care, I didn't have that and after your shirt fell down at the park I realized that. And during the sports festival, I saw your scars, I have my own past with that and mine are a lot easier to hide and I wish I had the confidence that you do to not hide them all the time. But you promise that those bandages are from road rash? Not from what else it could be?

I re-read his message, not expecting his honesty nor how much he cared. While I wasn't the most overtly comfortable with his bluntness and observations, I'm glad he didn't press for more.

To Boldore: I promise, it's road burn. If you look back to where I'm carrying him you can probably see it. Thank you for checking in though, it means a lot to me. If you don't mind though, I'd honestly just rather you all just forget about the scars and not acknowledge them. I don't like them all that much, just know they're all years old. And if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm in your corner bro.

From Boldore: I'm just glad that my worries were wrong. Sorry if I came off a little strong with it, I wasn't trying to interrogate you or anything. But thanks Tsukabro, it's nice knowing I have someone in my corner. Y'know? And I've been clean for a while now, I lucked out with having my moms.

To Boldore: I know exactly what you mean. It feels nice having someone outside of my family that's there and understands.

[dallysnecklace]

can you do headcanons for dallas dating the shy but sassy twin sister of sodapop? thank you

Sure!

Y’all are genuinely so cute together 😭

At first your brothers were very worried, they knew Dallas’ past and how he treated women before.

But after seeing his behavior change around and because of you, they were more open to the idea

Your love language is touch, and so is his(although he doesn’t express this around others), so you constantly need to be touching him someway. Weather that be his hand on your waist, holding his hand, piggy back rides, arm over shoulders, cuddles, hugs, it’s clear you both depend on it

Often you’ll just come up to him, while he’s sitting on your couch talking to two-bit or something, and just sit on his lap and cuddle him.

He never assumes this is sexual, because he knows you depend on it.

“Yeah man Tim was being a dick- oh hey baby- and I had to put him in his place man”

He always acknowledges you, but knows you probably don’t wanna talk.

On top of cuddles and hugs being a normal and often occurrence, y’all are always kissing

Not making out, but like a kiss on the cheek, on the neck, on the jaw, etc.

Soft little kisses that shows you love the other.

But your and his favorite will always be the lips.

You often will leave soft kisses behind his ear when sitting on his lap.

This MELTSSS his heart. Everytime you do it he falls in love even more

Around those you don’t know, you are very shy. Dallas is an outgoing person, so when he notices you start to become nervous around new people, he reassures you by whispering in you ear, “everything’s okay baby I have you.”

Makes you feel very safe and loved

Although, if someone pisses you off in public, you’ll say something under your breath. For example, when Curly was teasing Pony one time, you said “fucking ass” and Dallas looked at you, cocked his eyebrow and whispered “what was that doll?”

You guys are so clearly in love, the whole town knows it.

Johnny once confided in you that he wishes he could find a love like yours and Dallas’

Soda started to become closer to Dallas after y’all started dating, and now they’re like best friends 😭

When someone Is rude to you in ANY way, they should expect hell fire to rain down on them

Your brothers and Dallas are the scariest people when someone even says the tiniest thing that is rude about you.

He is incredibly loyal when in a relationship, especially after Sylvia. Expect him to be throwing girls off of him at any moment.

Since you are shy, when seeing girls try to pick him up, you don’t really do anything about it since you are kinda insecure.

Seeing him yell at them reassures his love for you.

“I love you” is a common phrase said between you.

In your family you say it a lot, so he had to get used to expressing it more often than usual.

Johnny is your best friend. He really looks up to you, and comes to you A LOT for girl advice. You and Dallas are always there for him no matter what.

You especially look out for Johnny, because you both are pretty shy

When going somewhere with the gang, it usually ends up being you and Johnny sticking behind everyone in your own little world.

Sometimes Dallas joins, sometimes he doesn’t. Unlike you, he really depends on meeting and interacting with everyone.

You are understanding of this and always let him do his thing, because you know he will always return to you.

Like I said, Dallas is incredibly protective. He will defend you till the day he dies. This also ends up in him defending your family aswell.

Dallas starts to become one in your family, joining in on family dinners and such. When he figured out you were behind all of this, his heart swelled. He finally had a family who truly cares about him.

Dallas’ St. Christopher is from his Italian Nona, the one person in his family who cared about him. You receiving this was incredibly special, especially since he opened up to you about its history.

All in all, you guys are perfect for eachother and love eachother to the ends of the universe

[joekeeryswife]

Omg I have an idea with Steve!! Reader being new to Hawkins, having just moved there after finding out she's going to be a single mother and she runs into Steve using this prompt “ i’m so sorry to bother you, but would you mind picking up my keys? i dropped them, and my bump’s kinda in my way! “ and Steve's immediately in love and desperate to get to know her, not caring at all that she's pregnant?

Keys - S.H

this. is. so. bloody. cute. STOP IT ITS MAKING MY HEART SWELL! also, the grocery store is near Family video for this imagine. hope this was okay <33

you had just moved to Hawkins from the UK. leaving your family was one of the hardest things you'd ever done but finding out you were pregnant would effect their reputation and you did not want to ruin that, they honestly didn't mind that you were pregnant, you were 18 years old and a responsible adult but you needed to get away from your ex as well as the looks from the neighbours. your ex left you as soon as he found out you were pregnant but he would get his friends to call by your house, leaving horrible messages about you and what they'd do if they saw you with the baby, so when you were really showing, moving away was the best thing for you.

you'd moved into a tiny house and befriended your neighbour quite quickly and you found out her name was Robin. she had helped you move in and set up the baby room and now you only had to wait two months before your baby was here. you were on your way to the grocery store when you suddenly dropped your car keys on the pavement. "shit" you said, trying to bend down to pick them up but your huge baby bump was in the way, stopping you from reaching them.

you suddenly felt out of breath after trying for a few minutes and you stood up straight, a hand falling on your bump as you tried to catch your breath. you looked around to see if anyone was free to help you and you luckily saw a boy, a bit older than you, getting out of his car, he chucked his keys in the air and caught them once they fell again. "hey!" you shouted out to him. he looked around to see you standing there, hand on your bump, out of breath. "can you help me?" you said, giving him your best smile. he walked over to you. putting his keys in his pocket in the process.

Steve had never seen a more beautiful girl in his whole life, he looked past the bump and saw you. you were stunning. "you okay?" he said, and he was relieved when you nodded your head. "I’m so sorry to bother you, but would you mind picking up my keys? i dropped them, and my bumps kinda in my way" you joked, stepping back and you looked down at your keys. Steve was speechless, a pretty girl like you asking for his help, it had made his day. he laughed and bent down and grabbed your keys, seeing the few key rings surrounding it. you sighed in happiness when he passed the keys over to you.

"thank you so much, i really appreciate that" you said, putting them in your hand bag. "no problem, i'm Steve" he said, putting out a hand for you to shake. you shook his hand and replied with a small 'y/n' before pulling your hand away. it was silent for a moment before he spoke up again. "you're beautiful, how far along are you" he said, eyeing your bump. "oh thank you, i'm 7 months along so two months left and it won't just be me" you said blushing hard. you'd just let this guy and he was already making you feel better then your ex ever did.

Steve was about to start talking before he heard his voice being called. "Steve who the hell are you talking to-" you could recognise thy voice from anywhere, it was Robin. she shut her mouth when she saw you standing there in front of him. "y/n, what are you doing here, are you okay?" she said, seeing you standing there. "oh Robin, i'm okay, i'm just gonna go grocery shopping but i dropped my keys and Steve helped me pick them up" you said, a genuine smile on your face. her face changed from scared to relieved when she knew you were okay.

"wait you guys know each other?" Steve said, looking between you and Robin. "yes Steve, she's Y/n, my neighbour i was telling you about?" she said, confused as to how Steve didnt recognise you. “oh my god. you’re y/n, as in the y/n.” he said, shocked that the girl Robin had been talking about, was you. “Steve did you recognise her with the baby bump and that her name is y/n? i don’t think there is another y/n in Hawkins dingus” she said, slapping her forehead. the way Robin described you did not do you justice, you were so much better than she’d described.

you laughed at his shocked expression and started talking. “well, i have to go, i need to do my food shopping” you said, starting to walk away. Robin said her goodbyes and said she’s would be round yours later to help you finish off some things and she started walking away as well. “wait y/n” you heard Steve shout out to you, you turned back around to see him walking to you. “let me take you out tomorrow” he said, grabbing your hand softly. you smiled before the negative thoughts started swarming your head. what if he was only asking you out for a joke? what if he talked about you behind your back? so many thoughts ran through your mind before you were pulled out of your thoughts when you felt him place his free hand on your cheek.

“i’m not joking around with you. i think you’re genuinely beautiful and i want to get to know you” he said, a huge smile on his face. your eyes soften when you met his and smiled yourself. “okay then. what time do you want to pick me up?” you replied, a deep red blush on your cheeks, a nervous habit you had picked up when you were a kid. “10 ish? we can do whatever you want” he replied, waiting for your answer. “maybe we could get breakfast?” you said, already tasting pancakes and syrup in your mouth as you savoured the thought. “yeah we can do that, i’ll be outside yours at 10” he said, he kissed your cheek before you had a chance to reply and you stood there, stunned.

as soon as Steve entered Family Video and a bright blush was covering his cheeks, Robin questioned him. “what’s got you blushing dingus” she said, a big smirk on her face. “i think i’ve just met the love of my life” he said, he almost sounded out of breath. “well, i guess you haven’t lost your Harrington charm after all” she said before walking into the back. meeting you was the best thing to ever happen to him and he couldn’t wait till tomorrow.