#they’re gonna be doing this for a while so I really suggest you block them if you don’t want to be spoiled

[terriblegam2r]

PSA to my fellow Richonners and Walking Dead Fans:

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If you don’t want to be spoiled make sure you block user “twdspoilers4theprivileged”.

Danai literally begged a few times at the premiere for no one to spoil this show, so anyone who goes against that is purposefully disrespecting her, Andy, Gimple and everyone who worked hard on this show.PLEASE REBLOG THIS IF YOU CAN TO HELP GET THE WORD OUT TO MORE FANS. I know a lot of people still don’t want to be spoiled, and they shouldn’t be bombarded with it unexpectedly in a tag that’s suppose to be safe.

[galactic-magick]

Rest of My Life: Viktor x Reader

Summary: Reader and Viktor have their wedding and first time together. Takes place right after my last fic Life Changes.

Words: 3.8k

Warnings: SMUT. fem!reader

Author’s Notes: Second half of this fic is smut, it starts and ends at the *** in case anyone only wants to read the first half. Reader is a virgin in this and is implied to be demisexual/somewhere on the ace spectrum, but I don’t think you have to be that necessarily to enjoy the story. I just wanted to write it from that perspective since I’m demisexual myself. I went back and forth a lot deciding if Viktor should be a virgin too, but I was convinced by the “this isn’t my bedroom” line and his freaky moves with Jayce in S2 that he probably has at least some experience. So he’s gonna talk reader through it lmao. Happy reading :)

-

Your roommates are unsurprisingly still awake when you return home, reading your face instantly.

“What happened?” Eli asks. “Are Viktor and that other guy okay?”

Your shocked expression fades into a smile and you crash on the couch with them, giggling uncontrollably.

“Everyone’s fine. They figured it out, and now Viktor is going to be a partner in the company.”

“Wow.” Chanthou says, eyebrows raised.

“Mhmm. And then he asked me to marry him. Tomorrow.”

A beat of silence.

“What?!” Eli exclaims. “He didn’t tell us he was doing it today!”

Chanthou shrugs, “Well, he did ask for our blessing months ago. He didn’t really say when.”

“He asked you guys for your blessing? That’s so sweet.”

“Of course he did. I would’ve beat his ass if he didn’t.” Eli chuckles. “Sorry, did I even say congratulations?”

“No, but it was implied,” you laugh.

-

The next twenty-four hours are a whirlwind. As much as you’ve said you don’t mind keeping things simple, your friends insist on treating you at least a little bit, helping you with your hair, makeup, and nails. You pick out something nice to wear, having a blast while they get you ready. You’re going to miss living with them dearly.

If you’re honest, they’re the main reason you haven’t suggested moving in with Viktor sooner. As much as you love him, your friends have been so near and dear to your life for years now. Leaving them—even just to a different apartment a few blocks away—feels like a stab in the chest. Especially with everything moving so fast. You’re about to be the wife of Piltover’s finest scientist, after all.

Yet, there’s no doubt in your mind that this is the right thing—long overdue truthfully. He’s everything you’ve ever wanted. You know he’ll love you how you deserve, and any fear and uncertainty about the future seems quieter when you’re around him. You love everything about him inside and out, and you can’t believe he’ll be yours.

Your roommates have made you look beautiful, enhancing all your best features and using all your best colors. You grin at your reflection.

“I should probably go find my future husband, hmm?”

-

“I know it’s short notice, but—“

“Of course I will, Viktor!” Jayce hugs him. “I will be the best best man.”

Viktor isn’t used to receiving physical affection from anyone other than you, but he’s not necessarily opposed to it. Jayce is the reason for everything that’s about to happen, everything that Hextech is going to change. Viktor has bonded with him so quickly, it only seemed natural that he would be involved in this big day.

“So um, what is a best man supposed to do?” Jayce asks.

“I’m...not sure.”

“I could write a speech?”

“No,” Viktor shakes his head and smirks. “You’ll talk too long.”

“What else is there to do then? I’ve never been to a wedding before.”

“Hm. Me neither.”

Suddenly Viktor realizes that planning a wedding in the span of a day is not, in fact, easy. He has no idea where he even wants the ceremony, or how to make it official and legal. His whims got the best of him, it seems.

“I could forge some rings?” Jayce suggests.

“Ah, yes. Good idea.” Viktor nods.

Jayce scurries away, and Viktor’s face falls to his hands. Is this too crazy? He knows nothing about weddings, and very little about marriage itself, for that matter. He knows he wants it—that much is clear—but the only example he grew up with was his parents, and they’ve been gone for quite some time.

If only he could get their advice now. They would’ve loved you, he’s sure of it.

He decides the best use of his time at the moment is to get his apartment ready, assuming you’ll want to come home with him tonight. He wants to make everything special for you, wants to make everything perfect.

He stops by some shops on his way back, buying way more than he should safely carry. He then gets to neatening up his space as best he can, covering the bed with fresh blankets and scattering flowers on the floor. He sets up some candles in your favorite scents on the tables and windowsills, nearly lighting them out of habit. He then assesses his work, making adjustments to the set up and gathering anything else he can think of. He’s not the most natural romantic, but he certainly gives his all when it comes to you.

While he’s still at home, he changes into something nicer and smooths out his hair. He doesn’t own a mirror, but it looks fine enough from his vague reflection in the window on his way back out. His only mission now is to find out how to officially marry you.

-

You and your friends run into Jayce as you’re heading towards the Academy, chuckling a bit as he swiftly hides something behind his back.

“Jayce?” you step up to him, raising your brows. “Have you seen my fiance recently?”

“Everything’s under control!” he blurts out.

“You lost him, didn’t you?”

“No! We just...don’t really know how to do a wedding. Last I saw him he said something about asking Heimerdinger to officiate. We’re going to meet back in the lab, I think.”

“Heimerdinger, huh? And what’s that behind you?”

“Nothing.” he dodges your attempts to look around him. “It’s a surprise!”

“Alright, alright. Can we come with you back to the lab?”

He nods, moving his hands quickly in front of him as he turns around to lead you.

“This is the genius inventor Viktor’s partnering with?” Eli jests.

“Viktor says he’s pretty brilliant.” you laugh.

-

Viktor manages to successfully recruit Heimerdinger to officiate, after no less than a twenty-minute reprimand of disappointment that Viktor disobeyed him. As proud as he is of Viktor’s achievements, and how impressed he is that Hextech might actually work, he’s still a bit burned that Viktor went behind his back with it. After he gets his frustrations out of his system, though, he’s quite ecstatic that Viktor is marrying you.

It’s not long before you show up with Jayce and your friends, and Viktor practically vaults himself to you on his cane, eyes scanning you adoringly.

“You’re beautiful.” he smiles, kissing your cheek. “Are you ready?”

“Of course I am.” you find comfort in his gaze, heart thundering in your chest.

Heimerdinger climbs on top of a nearby table, glancing at a pad of notes.

“Now, I haven’t done one of these in nearly a hundred years, so forgive me.” Heimerdinger clears his throat. “Viktor, my boy, do you intend to take Y/N as your wife?”

Viktor takes your hands and squeezes them, “I do.”

“And do you promise to love, honor, respect, and be faithful to her until death?”

“I do.”

Heimerdinger asks the same to you, and you feel Jayce and your friends watching you excitedly as you answer. You can’t believe this is really happening. So much has occurred in so little time, and your lives are about to change even more with the new Hextech discoveries.

You get lost in Viktor’s eyes as Heimerdinger has you both repeat a few other things, then can’t help but laugh when he starts fumbling with some papers for both of you to sign. It’s quite funny, watching such a highly respected councilor struggle with something so seemingly simple as a wedding. You and Viktor sign the marriage license as he says, exchange the beautiful customized rings Jayce made, and Heimerdinger pronounces you officially married.

Viktor doesn’t waste a moment pulling you in by the waist and crashing his lips to yours, the intensity catching you off guard. He’s not one for PDA, but you suppose his own wedding is an exception. You drink him in happily, the mini audience cheering in the background.

The celebration continues for a while afterwards, your friends breaking out some champagne and Jayce insisting on dancing. You sit on Viktor’s lap, twirling his hair absentmindedly as you watch the party surrounding you. It’s simple, just like you wanted.

Viktor’s eyes are locked on your features, studying your face as if he hasn’t already memorized it a million times. He wants you in every way possible, forever and ever until his last breath. His mind, heart, and soul are mated with yours, intertwined so intricately now that you are an inseparable part of his being. Never had he imagined he would experience a love like this.

But there’s still one way he hasn’t yet expressed his love for you, out of respect for your fears and slower attractions. You’ve verbalized your sexual anxieties from having no prior experience, and your need to have a strong comfortability and bond with someone before even considering such acts. Viktor’s never had a problem with waiting, and has made it very clear to you that there is no pressure on his part. He’s been open with you about how he had a couple experiences as a teenager before he moved to Piltover, but would gladly never do it again if that’s what you wanted. He married you for you, not your body.

Still, he aches for your touch every second of every day. He savors every kiss pressed against his lips. He’s reveled in every way you’ve allowed him to caress you, and dreams about all the ways you haven’t yet. He wants to kiss every inch of skin he hasn’t seen. Everyday he wants to bury his face where your pants dig into your soft stomach, where your top is cut dangerously close to your breasts, where your thighs rub together. The dress you’re wearing today makes the arousal impossibly worse, the way it hugs and flows around the curves he so desperately wants etched into his brain forever. He has never desired anyone in the universe more than you, and he’d be willing to wait an eternity if it meant he would one day have you every way he’s been wanting.

You’ve told him you’ll likely be ready someday soon, so is it selfish of him to hope today might be the day?

“Vik?” you say, giggling as you wave a hand in front of his face. “Losing yourself in thought already?”

“I suppose so,” he smirks, giving you a quick kiss.

“Ready to go home?”

His eyebrow raises, looking back and forth between you and then your friends who have started some sort of weird drinking game with Jayce. The celebration isn’t quite winding down yet, but it’s common for the newlyweds to leave early, right?

Viktor gently slides you off his lap, grabbing his cane and standing up.

“I’d love to.”

***

-

He had forgotten about the decorations in his apartment bedroom when you both shuffle through the door, hearing you gasp and clap a hand to your mouth.

“Viktor...this is so beautiful.”

You pick up and drop a few of the flower petals, watching them flutter to the ground. Viktor grabs some matches and starts lighting the candles, and you flop down on the bed, rubbing your limbs against the soft blankets. You inhale the scents, a perfect level of ambiance filling the space.

“Vik?”

“Hmm?” he throws away the used matches, returning to your side.

“Do you want to try it?” you look up at him, nerves starting to take over you.

He kisses your forehead, wrapping a comforting arm around you.

“Only if you’re ready, darling. We don’t have to do anything tonight if you don’t want to.”

“No, no...I’m ready. I want to. I really want to. I’ve felt it for a while now. I just...I’m terrified.”

Your lip quivers slightly, and your eyes roll at yourself. Why are you about to cry on your wedding night? This is supposed to be the happiest day of your life.

Viktor pulls you into him close, rubbing your back, “Talk to me, my love.”

“It’s so stupid...You’ve been so patient with me, you’ve never pushed me to do anything, but I can’t help but feel like I’ve been disappointing you by making you wait so long. And you’ve actually done stuff before, so you know what you’re missing I guess. What if I’m not good at it? What if we try it and it’s awful or you hate my body—or you unintentionally compare me to other people? What if you regret marrying me? Or what if it really hurts-”

“Sweetheart.” Viktor stops you. “Look at me.”

You do as he asks, still trying to hold back tears after your anxious rambling.

“How long have all those horrible thoughts been in your head?”

“Um. A long time…” you look away again, but Viktor takes your chin and turns you back to his gaze.

“Not a single one of those things are true, do you understand?” he holds your face like precious glass. “You are everything to me. Whether we have sex or not.”

“Okay.” you nod, successfully swallowing back a cry. “I...I really do want to.”

“We’ll go slow, alright? And we can stop whenever you want.” he waits for you to nod again, then lies back on the bed, pulling you on top of him. “But right now I just want you to kiss me.”

You smile, happily obliging. You straddle him, leaning down to capture his lips. He squeezes your thighs on either side of him, moaning when you deepen your kisses and run your hands down his chest. It’s so easy for him to lose himself in you, your touches overtaking his senses. He loves when you make out like this, your form pressed on top of him. He had to beg you to not hold back the first time it happened, insisting he likes your weight on him.

Viktor moves his fingers to twiddle with the hem of your dress, wanting so badly to pull it off of you. He’s never seen you fully naked, and he must admit it’s getting harder and harder to be patient when the outline of your figure looks so...majestic.

He guides your grip to his own shirt, helping you pull it off and sliding his fingers into your hair as you kiss down his neck and collarbone. To his surprise, you’ve always shown so much affection to his scrawny frame, never complaining about his sharp limbs when you cuddle or caress each other like this. He’s never understood any of your insecurities about your body, much preferring your soft and fluffy flesh over his own.

Once you’re satisfied with the amount of kisses you’ve pressed all over his torso, you cover his hands at the bottom of your dress with your own.

“You can take it off.” you tell him, taking a deep breath.

He does so, revealing nothing but your bra, his eyes bulging out of their sockets. Never has he ever wanted to see a pair of tits so badly.

It’s not difficult for you to read his mind, and before you can overthink it—you unhook it and throw it to the floor with the rest of your discarded garments.

Viktor doesn’t blush often, but you’ve never seen his cheeks get so red.

“Wow.” is all he can muster.

“You can touch them, if you want.” you chuckle at his reaction.

Permission is all he needed, his hands squeezing both of them, his thumbs brushing your nipples. A loud sigh escapes your lips, and Viktor decides right then and there that he will do anything to hear a glorious sound like that again.

Your body is a wonderfully pleasant array of textures for his hands to explore, from the raised skin of every stretch mark and scar to the dips and creases of your hips and waist. His touches roam across every inch of your exposed skin, cherishing the beauty he swears to never take for granted.

Your bare breasts press against his chest and he whines into your mouth, a pleasant tingling rushing through you at the noise. His lips then travel down your neck and shoulders, whispering “I love yous” between kisses, most coming out as mumbles against your flesh. Your replies follow suit, breathy and stringed with moans.

Somewhere in the process Viktor loses he pants, leaving both of you in nothing but your underwear. You feel his arousal hardening, and your fingers eagerly pull at his waistband.

He stops you, grabbing your wrist.

“Not yet, my love. I want to prepare you properly first.” he kisses your palm. “Let me get on top, okay?”

You nod, adjusting your positions. He places some pillows for your hips and his knees, then runs a couple fingers in one teasing stroke across your clothed entrance.

“Please,” you groan, already missing his touch when his fingers pull away. “Take them off already.”

He chuckles, leaning down to kiss you, “I’m glad you’re excited, darling.”

He obliges your request and takes off your underwear, his fingers quickly returning to your now exposed entrance. He finds your clit, stimulating it with one finger and inserting another slowly.

“Let me know what feels good and what doesn’t, okay?” he says, studying your expressions closely. Even before you say anything, he changes his movements based on your reactions to him.

“It...feels a little weird. But I like it.” you assure him. “Especially when you—“

The stimulation starts to build, and your gasps cut off your own thoughts.

“When you do that.” you finish your sentence, catching your breath as he slows down his fingers.

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to help you orgasm your first time, love. But I’ll certainly try.” Viktor continues pulsing a finger in and out of you, rubbing feather-light circles on your clit.

“It’s okay if you don’t.” you hum. “I know it takes some concentration and practice.”

“It’s a learning process—are you ready for a second?”

You nod, and he slowly enters another finger. You’re still super tense from your nerves, but it’s getting easier to relax and let the arousal take over.

“Fuck.” you exhale. “Your fingers feel good.”

A smirks stretches across his lips, and his long digits push farther into you.

“But I want more.” you continue. “I’m ready.”

“Are you sure?” he slips his fingers out, ghostly touches moving up your body. “Oh sweetheart, you’re so perfect.”

You giggle at his distraction, “Yes, Vik, I’m sure. Please.”

He could never say no to such eager eyes and pouting lips, so he slips off his boxers and readjusts himself above you.

“Holy shit, Vik.”

“Second thoughts?”

“No, just...is that really going to fit inside me?” your eyebrows raise and he laughs.

“You can take me, darling. We’ll go very slow, alright?”

You nod, and he lines himself up. He presses the tip in slowly, holding your hands as he goes further. You squeeze them tight, taking deep breaths until he stops halfway in.

“You’re doing so well, my love. How do you feel?”

“Mmm…” you sigh, trying to wrap your senses around the stretching and pressure you’re experiencing. It’s such an odd feeling, but it’s incredibly pleasurable.

“Are you ready for more?”

You nod, and he slowly pushes all the way in. He leans down to kiss you, giving you time to adjust to him. You dig your fingers into his back, closing the distance between your bodies, his cool skin sending shivers down your spine.

“I must admit,” he utters against your lips. “I will likely not last very long.”

Your foreheads press together and you giggle.

“I don’t care, Vik.”

He begins to thrust in and out gently, placing kisses and nibbles along your jaw. The sounds you make drive him crazy, making it extremely difficult for him to have any hope of holding back. The sensations are overwhelming for both of you, a symphony of moans and whines eliciting from your mouths.

You take his face in your hands, staring deep into his gorgeous golden eyes. You capture his lips once again, more passion brewing between you.

“I love you so much.” you say, breathless and full.

“I love you m—fuck, I’m—“ his orgasm washes over him, his movements losing their former smoothness. His cum floods your walls, his dick starting to soften as he pulls out. His nimble fingers return to your cunt, swirling in the juices and stimulating your clit once again.

“Vik, honey, it’s okay if I don’t finish…” your assurances fall on stubborn ears though, his touches quickly building back the pressure.

“Let me try.” he says, determined.

“Vik.” you sit up, legs still wide open around him. “We can try again tomorrow. I promise you’ve satisfied me for the night.”

You intertwine your fingers with his, admiring his flushed face and tousled hair.

“Did I make your first time special enough?” he asks, fiddling with your hands.

“Viktor, it was amazing. I couldn’t have asked for anything better.”

He smiles, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“Shall we clean up, then?” he mumbles, pulling back to look at you.

“Perhaps.” you run a hand through his hair. “I did bring the soaps you always compliment the scent of…”

*** -

You use the bathroom and start a bath, filling it with the products you packed and Epsom salt. Viktor’s tub isn’t very big, but you both fit in it when he sits between your thighs. You wipe each other off and wash each other’s hair, occasionally placing kisses on wet skin.

“Can we move in the rest of your things tomorrow?” he asks.

“Probably.” you reply, rinsing the shampoo from his wavy locks. “You sure you’re ready to share your space?”

“Eh...it’s always been far too empty. I need some...flair.” he laughs.

“I can give you that.” you smile, already imagining all the ways you could decorate and bring life to the place.

After drying off and getting ready for bed, Viktor clears off the top blanket then slips under the covers with you, your limbs immediately encircling one another. He massages your back and shoulders, cuddling you close. His arms feel like home, a warmth in your heart spreading throughout your body.

“I love you so much, Viktor.” you say, looking into his eyes. “And not because of what you do for me or how you make me feel…I love you just because you’re you.”

Your fingers trace his jawline, then slither into his hair.

“I’m so lucky.”

His gaze becomes even softer, at a loss for words from the purity of your love. Nothing in any language could properly describe his own sentiments.

“I can’t wait to love you for the rest of my life.” he peppers kisses across your face, living for the way your nose scrunches. “Every.” —another kiss— “Day.”

You giggle, snuggling impossibly closer. He loves feeling your every breath, every twitch, every tiny movement.

He sighs, closing his eyes and silently thanking Janna for whatever winds brought him to you.

[moonstruckme]

Hey!! I saw your posts about colour blind!reader and reader with hearing problems and i really love them, I have to wear hearing aids myself so it is really lovely to see some representation!! So I was wondering if you could do remus x reader (or any marauder i don't mind) where the readers hearing aids broke and remus has to help them communicate for the day while they wait to get them fixed? If you aren't comfortable with that don't worry<33

I'm so glad you liked them sweetness, thanks for requesting! Unfortunately I don't have anyone in my life who uses hearing aids that I could consult about this, so I had to rely on the internet and apologize for any inaccuracies <33

Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 653 words

“Moony,” James says, cocking his head at you inside Remus’ car. You’re sitting placidly in the passenger seat while the car trembles with bass. “What’s she doing?”

“She likes the vibrations,” Remus replies, carrying a giant tupperware container of chili. Ever since he moved in with Lily, James has taken to “accidentally” making too much of nearly every meal they have so that his friends are forced to come over and take home leftovers. (“I thought the recipe was supposed to be tripled,” James had said over the phone. “You’ve gotta take some off my hands, Moony, it’s gonna go bad.”) 

“She’s gonna be shaking the whole block if she turns that up any louder,” Sirius says, following them out of the house. “How can she stand it?”

“Hearing aids broke yesterday,” Remus explains, opening the passenger door. James flinches at the sound that bursts out, and Remus hands you the chili before reaching around you to turn down the dial on the radio. “We’re waiting for the shop to call so we can pick them up,” he finishes. 

You wave at the boys, and they wave back with smiles somewhat bemused. 

“How bad is her hearing without them?” James asks concernedly. 

You go to respond, having read the question on his lips, but Remus sets a hand on your shoulder. 

Hold on, he signs to you. This will be more fun. 

You roll your eyes, but play along with his game, letting Remus speak for you as if you can’t do it yourself. 

“She can’t hear much of anything,” Remus says. It’s the honest truth, though he neglects to mention that you’re still perfectly capable of speaking and also quite skilled at reading lips even without the aids. “Some loud noises or things with a deep pitch, but not enough to make out speech.” 

“Huh,” James says. “Well, tell her I hope she enjoys the chili.” 

This is great, Remus signs to you. I never get to practice. 

You’re mean, you sign back, even as your lips twitch at the corners.

“She says she’s sure she will,” Remus says. “Thanks for saving us some.” 

James grins. “No problem.” 

“If she really likes vibrations, she should come take a ride on my bike sometime,” Sirius suggests, and he’s smiling, because he knows exactly how Remus will feel about that offer. Remus hates the idea of even Sirius, let alone you, on a motorcycle. “Tell ‘er, Moons.” 

You’re already looking at Remus with a mischievous smile. 

No way, he tells you. Not happening.

Buzzkill, you fingerspell. 

Remus shrugs, and he doesn’t need to sign anything for you to read and what about it? in his expression. 

“Ooh, they’re fighting,” Sirius deduces, laughing darkly. “This sign language stuff isn’t so hard to pick up on, is it Prongs? You can get the general meaning from their faces.” 

Remus plasters on a smile. Not hard? I’ve been learning for two years, he vents to you. 

You give a little laugh. Don’t listen, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about. But at least tell him I said thanks for the offer.

Remus turns to Sirius. “She says fuck you.” 

You make a sound of offense, slapping Remus’ arm lightly. 

“Okay, okay,” he relents. “She said thank you for the offer. But no.” 

“It’s crazy,” James says with a little smile. “Everything you’re claiming she says sounds exactly like what you would say if you could choose, Moony.” He glances at you, and you raise your eyebrows like I know, right?

“Alright, we’d better be off,” Remus decides, shutting your door for you and rounding the front of the car. “Thanks for the chili, Prongs. And Pads, your bike is banned to her, so don’t offer again.” 

“Buzzkill,” Sirius calls after him, but Remus pretends not to hear, shutting his door. 

“Hey,” you say, your voice a bit louder than you’d usually allow. You’re grinning at Remus. “That’s exactly what I said!”

[r3starttt]

STREAMER e! x TATTOO ARTIST r!

Check this as well and share as much information as possible about Palestine :)

streamer! Ellie who wanted to get a second tattoo and talked about it on stream (bad idea) just to know people’s experiences and to get recommendations for where to go get it.

streamer! Ellie who almost exposed her ex girlfriend by sharing the story of her first tattoo (some people ended up searching and finding her on social media but none of them said anything about it so everyone moved on)

streamer! Ellie who designed her tattoo and then asked her followers to help her choose what else she should do and where (for the first time most people acted seriously and helped her choose the nicest option)

She was wearing glasses, reflecting the stream chat as she got closer to the screen. She’s been half stream reading all comments and blocking basically everyone that didn’t take this whole situation seriously “y’all I suck at making decisions and I can’t go and get my whole body tattooed y’ know?”

streamer! Ellie who searched on all her followers suggestions and chose you just because you were already following her and you were hot duhh

streamer! Ellie who revealed the studio she’d chosen and took the chance to do some promotion to your studio and social media.

“Guys stop it, it’s not because she’s hot- I mean she probably is I didn’t check but” she gave up, moving her legs to rest on top of the chair and placing her arms around them, resting her chin on her knees and holding her vape as if it could fall at any moment “I’m not gonna fight with you guys… y’all are so annoying”

streamer! Ellie who wanted to get tattooed on live but took her time to ask after making the appointment. She had a plan b ofc

streamer! Ellie who apologized for the comments you were getting on live and couldn’t help but end obsessed with you because you were all cool with it and even started to interact with her followers too.

“They’re saying you chose this place because of me” a small chuckle escaped your lips, shifting your eyes from the screen on Ellie’s phone to her very notorious ashamed face “Nah they’re just annoying, not that you’re not hot or anything just…” “don’t explain then, it’s fine”

streamer! Ellie who was silently crying as she hold her phone as far as possible, trying to hide her pain from both you and the people watching the stream

“If you need to stop just tell me, it’s alright” you could see some laughing emotes in the screen from the corner on your eye, assuming people were making fun of her. You apologized in a whisper, trying not to laugh at her too “How was the other tattoo? that area is more painful” it was definitely a lie, but she was hot and on live and you needed to cover the small mistake you’ve just made by exposing her crybaby ass.

streamer! Ellie who shared the meaning behind the tattoo and got you and everyone watching the stream fangirling because she’s so smart and hot and sweet and the way she explained it and her process and just everything she said was just so so perfect of her.

streamer! Ellie who failed on making eye contact with you but took the small chance she got while she explained the tattoo thing to look as you for some seconds (she had that sheepishly smile ughhh)

streamer! Ellie who kept on asking you the whole session about your story with the tattoos and the studio and just everything about you.

streamer! Ellie who after the session and stream ended really tried to invite you out someday but couldn’t so only tried complimented you and promised you she’ll come back soon because she loved the whole experience with you (she really did)

[twst-drabbles]

Malleus 16

Summary: Class has ended and you’re ready to eat for lunch, but everyone has stopped at the door. Turns out Malleus was there, and he craves affection.

(Wanted to write about kisses. And then Malleus popped into my head. So here you go!)

“Um, hey, Prefect?” Oh, well would you look at that, it’s Deuce speaking up this time, “Can I… copy your notes again? Please?”

“Yeah, I really couldn’t pay attention,” Grim tapped his paws on your desk, like that’ll somehow endear you to him, “besides, the board is so far away.”

You and your group are two seats away from said board.

“Yeah, come on,” Ace laid an arm across the back of your seat, “do us a solid, yeah? You know you want to. Can’t resist the call of enlightening our tiny little brains.”

“What are you gonna give me?” You closed your notebook just so Ace and Deuce don’t have a chance to look at your notes. “I’ve been saving your asses for the past two weeks. You gotta give me something.”

“Hehe, that’s my minion! If you want a fast pass, you need to give us reparations in tuna!” He cheered, once more using ‘we’ as soon as he thinks he’s getting something.

“You have to pay too, Cat.”

There will be no ‘we’ this time.

“What?! Why?!”

You tried tutoring them in the past but having Ace, Deuce and Grim all in the same room for more than ten minutes always leads to either an argument breaking out, a bunch of whining, or just general chaos because one or more people tried to slip out of trouble.

Yeah, yeah it’s partially your fault for losing patience and just giving up on them, but you’d think they’d at least pay attention long enough to take notes.

They’re right there! On the board!

They have no excuse and they have to at least pay you back for this emotional trouble.

Was this petty? Yes, very. You don’t care right now. You want a treat. Or money. Or both!

“Huh, ah, well,” Deuce got sheepish and reached into his pockets, “I have gum.”

“No.” He has disappointed you. An unworthy treat for your notes.

“How about I only eat three-fourths of your food this time?” Suggested Grim.

“My treat is me giving you more of my food?” And you don’t even give it, he just steals it!

Grim hissed. He was probably hoping you didn’t know fractions. But, good on him for finally learning. Shame his first thought was to try and trick you with it.

“Okay guys, you all know that’s not what the Prefect really wants,” Ace leans in, acting chummy, “how about this?”

You were given one thaumark.

“…”

“Alright listen, I need the rest to buy other things, okay?”

You got up after calmly putting your notes away. “I’m going to get lunch.”

“No wait come back!”

But, as much as you wanted to walk out and sit at the regular table while your friends slowly fill in the seats, the exit to the classroom was blocked by a cluster of murmuring and rather nervous students.

“What’s he doing here?” You heard one whisper.

“Uh, did we do something? Were we too loud?”

“I’m really hungry but…”

You are not in the mood. You tried to excuse yourself as you bumped into shoulders but you had to settle for grumbled apologies instead as you shoved yourself through.

Finally, you popped out of the other side, a little more heated and more irritable.

“There you are, Child of Man,” so goes the voice of Malleus, who stood to the side of the door, waiting. The cause of this blockage, students frozen with only his green-eyed stare. “I was kept waiting quite a while. How bold of you to do this, after the slight you made this morning.”

What?

“Wha?” Your annoyance was momentarily replaced by bafflement, but that quickly went away when your brain caught up to his words. You grumbled, “Oh, come on…”

Yeah, you’re probably not even gonna eat at the cafeteria. You’re just gonna get your food and go hide away somewhere until you cooled down.

Malleus walked forward, the surge of students all taking a collective step back as though his very air could potentially kill them.

“Well? Don’t you remember?” He crossed his arms and you were ready for that high-brow glare that comes with all people of royalty, but instead, you found an exaggerated and childish pout. “You forgot to give me my morning greeting. I felt off the entire morning, unable to focus, because I didn’t have the memory of you kissing my brow fresh in my mind.”

A hush fell over the classroom.

And then a, “Huh?!” shot out of Ace’s mouth.

You snorted, then gave out a hearty chuckle. Once you calmed down, you waved Malleus over.

“Alright, alright, get over here. Let me correct that.”

A laugh rumbled low in his throat as he tilted his head into your hand. Playfully, you lightly pinched his ear, just because his pointy ears always caught your attention. He twitched, breath hitching just the slightest bit, and you couldn’t resist the urge anymore and kissed above his brow.

Malleus’s lashes fluttered open and the sigh that escaped him reminded you of a pure-hearted maiden with a fast-beating heart. And yet, there’s nothing delicate about the way he stood. If anything, the affection flowing through him made his pride more apparent. He practically glowed with that royal grace he was taught to have.

You couldn’t help yourself. You gave him an extra kiss on the corner of his lips. Malleus nearly hissed in a breath as he clamped his hand over your own, his body leaning in closer towards yours, as though he wanted to meld with you.

But, with a chuckle, you pulled away and he had no choice but to let go. Malleus was back to pouting, though this time, cheeks flushed and hair slightly messier than usual. The air around you was slightly charged with wayward magic, causing the hair on your body to stand on end. And his eyes…

Well, whoops.

“Good morning. I’ll see you later, okay?”

Better get out of here before Malleus jumps you right in this hallway.

[shakespearean-dream]

TW!!! — blood, scarring and mild body horror ahead 🥲

benny’s turn!

before i start i wanna clarify i hesitated a bit on posting this because lovely mutual @vor-leser just posted his benny interpretation (go look at it and follow him btw), and idk if we like mind melded or smth but our human benny’s are super similar LOL. i damn near scrapped the whole thing out of fear someone would get mad at me but i Would Not be able to start over and get this done ever so this is as good as we’re gonna get. 😭 my apologies niko love u /p

this has been like a full 7 days in the making 😭😭 the art block that i felt coming on while doing ellen and ted hit me like an optimus prime sized semi truck this week along with a depressive episode so i definitely appreciate that happening and i am not upset about it at all! /s i’m totally good so don’t worry or anything /gen, mental health is just weird and i also wanted to explain the gap in my posts 😔

i do not know how to feel about this drawing if i’m so fr with you; i’m proud of myself for AM-ified benny cause i think i got the slowly rotting from the inside out primal freak energy down pretty good, but on the other hand this feels kinda empty?? i usually have a lot more commentary squished in here but i think my brain’s a little fried 🤦‍♂️ i love drawing me some beautiful buff men though so drawing normal ben was familiar territory. however his wack ass haircut i gave him is his punishment for being a PRICK!!! go sit in the corner and think about ur actions benjamin.

like ted n the rest of the sillies i’m not straying too far from canon with his personality, he’s an ass and a murderer and a hella smart dickhead who desperately needs to be punished by the universe (thank you for that one AM). hot take i did not like his “redemption arc” in his game scenario and i don’t think with how he was throughout the entirety of his life (and also throughout the game, main example his inner dialogue) he would actually go out of his way to help the kid because he means it??? n prove he changed to the guys he killed cause he means it??? i dunno maybe AM torturing him made him have a main character “omg i’ve been in the wrong this whole time!!1” moment like the game suggests i’m just not buying it 💀 i’m sure it’s just cause bennys scenario couldn’t be too long and they couldn’t fully flesh him out which i won’t fault the game makers for. i’m a steven universe fan, i know what time constrictions can do to a plot and redemption arc 😭 looking at you white diamond…

his wife n kids are up top and they’re kinda neat to me— i was considering the hc that part of the reason manya (his canon wife) left him is because she realized she was a lesbian which would be funny as fuck considering benny’s also One Of Them Queers 😭. i think during the brief times he was home and able to parent his daughters they got really scared and tired of him, one because he’s just a very threatening powerful and overbearing man, but also because i feel like he would’ve been on their ASS about everything. grades, extracurriculars, friends, wardrobe, this guy was micromanaging his family to an annoying extreme (ofc because of his perfectionist complex). he probably loved manya and the kids in his own weird way, but it was more contractual to him than any real personal relationship. maybe he inherited that from his own parents?? i doubt he ever talked to them after he moved out.

that’s about the end of my thoughts on this fucker. 🥲 funny storyyyy i just remembered i have laundry to finish so im gonna go do that, lord help me. thank you for reading all this if you did!!!!! we’re over halfway through so who do yall want next? wanna save AM or nimdok for last? i’ll see u guys later :]]]

[electricalhuzzah]

What would happen if bill cut his hair?

CAN he cut his hair? Is it like a Rapunzel in tangled the series type situation? Is he just not allowed? Would it turn into a bunch of smaller snakes? What if he shaved it? What then?

I’ve thought about this quite a bit and I need to know Eva

oooo this is an interesting one. let’s see if i can answer it and not create new plotholes accidentally. actually,,, lemme answer in the form of a not-fic-canon drabble >:D well, not-canon as far as the story, canon as far as the mechanics.

taking place as a variant of chapter 5 after ford bandages the stupid oyster shucking wound. tl;dr at end. a little bit suggestive. enjoy, or don’t, this is a little fucking stupid

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The ex-deity sat upon the kitchen counter, legs crossed as he swirled his wine. Smiling in good humor, a bandaged cut on his hand, snakes atop his head slithering excitedly as though they, too, were laughing. The light of the sunset came in through the window and hit Bill’s face just right, illuminating his skin and smile a beautiful golden color.

It was then Ford thought to himself, how could something this beautiful possibly be a mistake?

Ford put the oysters into the oven and set an egg timer before moving back over to Bill, leaning on the island opposite the counter where Bill sat.

“You know, if we’re going to keep this a secret, those snakes are gonna give us away quick,” Ford stated. “Earlier today, we got lucky that I’d brushed them out right before Stanley saw us. If we were fighting and those damn snakes looked all happy, we’d be discovered quickly.”

Bill pondered for a moment. “You’re right. And it’s not like I can keep brushing them out all the damn time.”

The scientist tapped his chin thoughtfully. “Is… cutting them an option?”

“Huh. Guess I never thought about it,” Bill shrugged. He reached across the counter to the knife block, pulling out a pair of kitchen scissors which was immediately wrestled away from him.

“You’re not using sharp objects for a while,” Ford grumbled, putting the scissors back in the knife block. “Can’t you just ask your axolotl-therapist-guy anyhow?”

Bill pouted. “Awh, where’s the fun in that?” He hooked his leg around his partner’s knee. “Wouldn’t you rather find out for yourself?”

Ford couldn’t explain exactly why the action, or perhaps the way Bill said his words, made his heart stutter. “My muse, we’ve had enough problems with various parts of you getting cut already. If someone you can access already has the answer, it’d be much easier to—“

The blonde hummed quietly as he touched Ford’s chest, which managed to shut him up quickly. “Wasn’t it Gotthold Lessing who said something like—” He leaned in close to whisper in the scientist’s ear, “—If God were to hold all Truth concealed in his right hand, and in his left only the steady and diligent drive for Truth, albeit with the proviso that I would always and forever err in the process, and to offer me the choice, I would with all humility take the left hand. —?”

Ford refused to explain why that, also, made his heart stutter. “A-Are you trying… to quote philosophers… in order to get me to do something we both know would be stupid?”

Bill gave a little grin as he pulled away from Ford’s ear. “Is it turning you on a little bit?”

“I really don’t wanna answer that.”

The ex-deity handed his partner the kitchen scissors once more. “You can do the honors, smart guy.”

Ford snipped the scissors at thin air experimentally. “Should I just—“

“Yeah, just snip the head off one,” Bill said with a nod.

The scientist cringed at the suggestion. “That feels like decapitation.”

Bill rolled his eye. “They’re not alive, IQ. They’re made of hair. Just snip it!”

“No!” Ford protested. “At least brush them out first, so I don’t have to look in their eyes as I decapitate them!”

The ex-deity obliged, running a hand through his hair until the snakes disbanded into little strands of honey blond hair. “Happy?”

Ford gingerly took a lock of hair between two fingers, and snipped off what must’ve been five inches of Bill’s long hair. To his wonder, the lock appeared to spontaneously grow back at inhuman speeds, all the way to the length it was before he cut it.

“Astounding,” Ford marveled as the snakes began to reform in his very hand. One slithered up the side of Bill’s face to headbutt his forehead disapprovingly.

Just then, a chime rang from Bill’s prism watch. When he checked it, the message wasn’t anything like what he’d seen before.

DON’T DO THAT AGAIN.

“Hm, I suppose that settles it,” Ford conceded.

Bill looked up from the glowing face of his prism-watch. “Where are your clippers?”

Ford blinked with surprise. “Bill, the watch said—“

“Yeah, I know what the watch said, Sixer!” Bill exclaimed. “But goddamnit, I wanna have sex with you, and I do not want your brother to punch me in the face again! And getting rid of these damn telltale snakes is the only way to actually keep us a secret! So unless you have any better ideas, please, tell me— where are your clippers??”

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“For the record, I still think this is a terrible idea,” Ford said, clippers buzzing in his hand.

“Come on!” Bill pleaded. “Worst case scenario, they grow back, and we try fire next.”

“No, worst case scenario is finding out you’re not only bald, but you have a lumpy head,” Ford muttered. “And it would be a shame if I had to break up with you for such a petty reason.”

Not finding the joke nearly as funny as his partner did, Bill flicked Ford’s forehead disapprovingly. “Just start shaving, smart guy.”

Hesitantly, Ford pressed the blade of the clippers to Bill’s hairline and dragged them from the front of his head to the back. He made quick work, like ripping off a band-aid, hoping to get the pain of losing his partner’s gorgeous hair done and over with. When he was done, he turned off the clippers and tried to suppress a grimace at how Bill looked with his new buzz-cut.

“Are they growing back?” Bill asked.

Ford carded through the centimeter-short hair, trying not to grieve the blond locks on the kitchen floor. “Doesn’t look like it.”

“Cool!” Bill replied, running his hands just across the top of his head. Ford withdrew his own hand, biting his tongue as to how much he disliked the new look.

Just as the scientist repressed his complaint, he saw something. The tiniest spark, coming from Bill’s control collar. Another tiny spark, and another.

Then, a not-so-tiny spark. One that made Bill jolt, then convulse, then scream. Ford could do nothing but watch as his partner’s every muscle forcibly contracted at the sudden electrocution. Between each flash of impossibly bright light, another few inches of Bill’s blonde hair grew back.

Only when Bill’s shirt began to smoke did the shocks stop coming. His hair, with newly reformed snakes, had grown back to their original length. Amidst panting and shaky breaths, the two heard another chime from Bill’s prism-watch.

I SAID NOT TO DO THAT. THE THERAPRISM HAS A BUDGET, YOU KNOW.

“Are you alright?” Ford asked, his hands clutching Bill’s shoulders like precious stones.

Bill let out a hiss of pain through his teeth. “Not exactly, ya genius.”

Ford bit the inside of his cheek, wincing at himself. “Sorry. Stupid question.”

“No, that’s… I was the one who…” Bill sighed, burying his head in Ford’s chest. “Y’know, for an all-knowing dream demon, and a genius with twelve PhD’s… we’re pretty stupid.”

The scientist chuckled, laughter running a little rumble down his pillowy chest that inexplicably soothed Bill.

“So, you said something about trying fire next?” Ford ribbed, burying his face in Bill’s newly regrown snake-hair.

Bill groaned at the mockery. “Absolutely not.”

“Oh, absolutely not? But what about Lessing? What about the steady and diligent drive for truth?” Ford teased.

“You’re an ass.”

“I know, why don’t we try acid next!” Ford suggested sarcastically. “Surely that’s a good idea!”

Rolling an eye, Bill placed a peck on Ford’s crackled little lips. “Would it kill you to shut up?”

“It would, actually,” Ford crooned, going soft at the gentle kiss. “Keep kissing me, though, and it might ease the pain of death.”

As much as Bill wanted to give his lover a slow and painful death for being such an obnoxious asshole, he did not. He opted, instead, for the kiss.

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when the haircut so bad they electrocute u :(

^ me but yapping 😎

tl;dr— bill’s snake hair has set length and doesn’t grow beyond that, so no practical needs for haircuts. he is Greatly Discouraged from cutting it (read: electrocution). if it is cut, it magically regrows to its set length. if it’s shaved, ford pitches a fit and it is Greatly Discouraged (read, once again: electrocution).

[criolla-star]

Overwhelmed(Vinny x Garmadon)Part 83

(I suggest you check out parts 1-82 if you haven’t already, also my ao3 and wattpad for the chapters more organised)

Willow finished eating a got up, “I’m gotta leave now” she sighed out, causing Vinny to look up at her sadly. “Don’t look at me like that I already feel bad” she chuckled.

“If I don’t get to see you again before I leave here I will die” The cameraman spoke, earning a louder laugh from the nature elemental.

“Don’t worry I’ll come” She answered, “Someone just needs to tell and if he doesn’t I will never forgive him” she continued as she stared at her brother, clearly talking to him.

“Very well…”Shancai sighed as he continued eating.

“If anything happens tell me” The cameraman spoke to her.

“Obviously” Willow laughed out, “And you need to tell me stuff too…I need relationship updates” she added, receiving a soft nod and chuckle from Vinny. “I’ll see you all in a few days” she spoke as he began walking off.

“Bye” The cameraman spoke as he waved, while Shancai just waved. They watched Willow slowly disappear and then just ate in silence. Shancai finished eating first though and got up, approaching the training equipment, “Whatcha doing?” Vinny asked curiously.

“Just fixing this” The prince answered as he tightened something on the spinner equipment. the cameraman nodded as he finished the rest of his food and drank some water. Shancai signalled for him to get up which he did. “You’ve seen this right?”

“Yep, they have a lot of this stuff in the monastery” Vinny answered as he watched the prince do some stuff that the cameraman had no idea about.

“You know about about fighting?” The prince questioned.

“I can punch and kick things that’s it…I punched Enji once” The cameraman answered, he smiled at the memory of punching Enji.

“Let’s start with this” Shancai spoke as he went to the spinner equipment, it’s that one thing Nya broke in Seabound when Kai was worried about her. The cameraman paid close attention as the prince, spun the equipment. “When it spins around you’re gonna hit here and here” he pointed to two of the wooden logs pointing out.

Vinny nodded in response, “You’re gonna block with your arm for this one, only way you can hit it is if you’re fast enough” the prince added, as he pointed to another small log. Shancai did a demonstration as it spun around, he punched the logs and blocked one.

As the cameraman watched, something shiny caught his attention from the corner of his eyes. As he looked at a box filled with weapons…but there was something a mix of gold and silver. Vinny walked over to the box and looked in it. He pulled two matching things.

“What you looking at?” Shancai asked as he walked over crouching next to Vinny. The cameraman held it up, “Arm bracers, I don’r use those” the prince answered, the arm bracers were pretty nice, a nice leather with a mix of gold and silver as well as a red gem that definitely wasn’t ruby.

“It’s nice” The cameraman spoke, as his eyes practically lit up and he admired it.

“You want them?” The prince asked cashing Vinny to look at him surprisingly.

“I-I couldn’t…” the cameraman spoke, he felt a little guilty at taking so much.

“I don’t use them and neither does anyone else” Shancai spoke as he took the arm bracers and Vinnys’ arms as he began putting them on. “And you clearly hurt your arms a lot” he added, causing the cameraman to blush embarrassingly.

“N-not my fault” Vinny defended himself, as he allowed the prince to put the arm bracers on. “They’re really nice…” he spoke up.

“They are…I’ve never been able to wear them without discomfort” The prince answered, receiving an understanding nod from the cameraman. “You’re welcome in our kingdom you know that?” Shancai asked curiously as he continued putting the arm bracers on Vinnys’ arms.

“Y-yea?” The cameraman answered confusingly.

“You have guilt when you’re given stuff…” The prince spoke, “My mother and sister trust you…I trust you, and you’re not seen as a guest to us, you’re seen as family” The prince added, Vinny smiled softly hearing that, he saw them as family just as much.

“Thank you…” The cameraman sighed, “You’re all just constantly giving and I have nothing to give back…” he confessed.

“You’ve helped us…knowing what Rida and Enji are doing where we can’t see them is more than enough…especially after what you’ve been put though…” the prince answered, as he soothed Vinnys’ concerns. Shancai tightened the arm bracers, “Done…”

The cameraman stared at his arms, he really liked how they looked and they felt really nice, “I like it” Vinny spoke happily as he smiled at the prince.

“Good, now they’re yours” Shancai answered, as he watched the cameraman turned his arms and admire the arm bracers.

“Thanks” Vinny spoke happily, if he had a tail it would be wagging.

“You like the cloak?” The prince asked, as he brought up the topic of the makeshift cloak.

“Yep! It’s really comfy and the pin keeps it together” The cameraman answered, as he stood up with Shancai.

“That’s good…” the prince sighed, “How’s your wound?” He questioned once more.

“It hurts a little, but it’s just like stinging pain nothing much” Vinny answered, “How’s your stomach?”

“Fine” Shancai quickly answered.

“Don’t bullshit me” The cameraman spoke.

“It’s a little swollen…” The prince confessed.

“Show me” Vinny spoke, causing Shancai to sigh as he lifted up his shirt and undid the bandages. The cameramans’ eyes widened as he saw the bruise, it was a large bluish, purplish bruise than covered most of his stomach. “Fucking hell…that looks painful…”

“It’s fine, I’ve had worse before” The prince answered.

“Yea well that doesn’t change the fact that it definitively hurts” Vinny sighed as he rubbed his temples.

“Are we training or not?” Shancai spoke, as he lowered his shirt, he clearly didn’t like talking about his well-being.

“Alright alright” The cameraman sighed, as they went back to where they were training before, Vinny trying his best to lessen his concern for Shancai. The two kept secrets from others, more specifically when they got hurt. The cameraman didn’t tell Garmadon while Shancai didn’t tell his family.

They were an interesting dynamic, but got along. As Shancai continued to demonstrate the actions to the cameraman, he eventually gave Vinny a turn.

[glade-constellation]

Fable

Sun & Y/N, Gen Relationships

Summery : It had been hours since Moon, Sun, and Solar had vanished from the party. The Halloween party they had been throwing. You were concerned, to say the least. October had never been kind to them.

They return home with devastating news. While everyone is more concerned about things other than their own grieving brother, you go to comfort Sun.

Trigger Warning(s) : offscreen major character death, depictions of dissociation, verbal fights between family members, strong language

Rating : T, SFW

Word Count : 4342

Extra : I posted this to Ao3 back when Nexus first died, and thought I should also post it here. IMPORTANT THING TO KNOW, I headcanon that mourning doves were present when Sun was trying to save Moon, when the hallucinations of Bloodmoon destroyed his attempts at fixing the manna pool. Sun hates their cooing sound, as it brings back bad memories. This is important for later. Quick fun facts, I wrote this while listening to Fable by Gigi Perez and Morning Dove by Genevieve Stokes. If you enjoy music while you read, I suggest those too.

Honestly, there wasn’t a single doubt in your mind that this night couldn’t get any weirder.

It had started off normal. For once in your life since you’d known the Celestial family, you were having a Halloween party. No outrageous villains trying to take over the Superstar Daycare of all places. No random people trying to destroy the place or blow people up. It was a calm, quiet October. As calm and quiet as it could get when the entire multiverse seemingly wanted you dead, that is. There was still the Astrals to worry about and Dazzle’s apparently newly possessed old body. Weird things for any normal people, but actually pretty chill for this family.

Of course, something had to go wrong before October was over. Moon disappeared in the K-mart. The K-mart. He had just been getting drinks. After his call with Monty was randomly cut short, you hadn’t seen or heard from him. Sun wasn’t going to sit around and wait, and left to go find him. He was also still missing, along with Solar. The guests left pretty quickly after their hosts vanished, besides the small handful of family still at the house. Earth had finally fallen asleep with Monty on the couch in the basement, leaving you and Lunar to move upstairs to continue your little marathon.

…Marathon of Nutella ads, apparently. You’d been watching YouTube videos with him, but clearly had been worrying too much to notice when he changed it. “What the fuck,” you balked, turning with an eyebrow raised towards Lunar.

He blinked owlishly at you, as if this wasn’t an extremely odd thing to be watching. “What? You gonna question my tastes?”

You blinked back at him. “Lunar. This is a Nutella ad. That you willingly turned on. What else am I supposed to do?”

“Maybe not space out when I ask you what you want to watch,” he replied, nose upturned to you as he turned back to the screen.

Brows furrowing, you followed his lead. When had he asked you that? You certainly didn’t remember him doing so. Had you really been that far in your own head?

“Sorry,” you said after a moment, “Guess I’m just worried.”

Lunar waved his hand as he rolled his eyes. “Pfft. They’re fine. Stop worrying.”

“Hard not to,” you replied, “You guys get into crazy shit every October. I’m surprised you lasted this long without severe incident.”

“Are you calling me a ‘severe incident’?” Lunar asked in mock complaint, hand on his chest. “How dare. Blocked and canceled. Friendship revoked.”

“Is that a Nutella commercial?”

You both jumped at the sudden voice over by the front door, whipping around to watch as the missing members of the household finally entered. Seeing Moon looking only mildly ruffled, you stumbled to your feet and hurried over to check for further injury you might not have seen. “Moon! You okay?”

The star-clad animatronic waved his hands in dismissal, talking over Solar and Lunar’s bickering in the background. “I’m fine. Just a little tossed around. Nothing new.”

“You sure?” you asked, resisting the urge to brush the ash-like substance off his shoulder. You knew how much he disliked being touched. That didn’t stop you from staring at it though. “Looks like a bomb went off, you’re covered in soot.”

There was an immediate reaction to your words. Solar went quiet, turning to watch Sun out of the corner of his eye. Moon did the same, a frown forming in his face. You all watched as Sun violently flinched, his arms coming up to hug himself as he stared at his feet. “Sun?” you asked, your hand slightly reaching out towards him.

“I think, um…” Sun stopped mid sentence, as if losing his place, before trying again. “I think I’m gonna just…my room.” He was quick to move past you and Solar as he headed for the kitchen, making a b-line for the stairs without making any sort of eye contact. Questions formed in the tip of your tongue as you watched him unsteadily shuffle forward until he was out of sight.

You caught Solar’s mismatched eyes, raising a brow. He didn’t answer, instead turning to Moon. “I’m worried about him.”

Moon, in all his great intelligence, caught you completely off guard. After watching Sun basically zombie walk his way out of the room, all Moon did was nod. “Yeah.”

“Yeah?” You questioned, not realizing you’d basically mirrored Solar, “Sun just violently reacted to me making a joke, and all you have to say is ‘yeah’?”

“Yeah,” he parroted back. His shoulders hunching in defense as he crossed his arms, “I’m sorry, I’m a little more focused on the things that caused him to do what he did.”

“What?” This time, you did notice your echo, and looked over at Solar again. Clearly, something had happened, and you were not privy to that knowledge yet. With Solar having a better understanding of the situation, you backed up and let him deal with Moon. The taller animatronic stepped up to your side, giving you a small nod in acknowledgement.

Moon rolled his eyes, “Dark Sun, Ruin. Nexus is already dead.”

It was like a sudden punch to the gut. Nexus was dead. Nexus was dead. The words were stuck on repeat in your head, drowning out the conversation still going on around you.

Your feelings were mixed to say the least. While Nexus had been the latest thorn in the Celestials family’s side, alongside Dark Sun, he had still been Moon. Not this Moon, the one standing before you, but Moon nonetheless. A friend to you. A brother to others. Someone you knew well, who you’d gotten to know over the course of a year.

Someone you once knew. His betrayal still stung like fire in your veins. Anger and sadness warring whenever his name was brought up. You may not have been part of the family officially, but you still had once thought you were at least good friends with Nexus. You had been there when he’d first woke up. Been there when he’d needed help or needed a friend. You definitely weren’t his best friend, that spot had been reserved for Solar, but you thought you were still at a least important to him.

You couldn’t figure out how to feel about the situation. The fact that he left you out of his verbal beatdown sessions, or the fact that he tore apart his whole family with them and still failed to even look at you after he switched sides. You did not exist to him after Solar’s death. A ghost.

You hadn’t realized how far lost in thought you were until you felt someone pull at your shoulder, you looked up with wide eyes, blinking at Solar as he gave another tug. He nodded his head towards the couch. Oh. They were sitting down. Shaking off the fuzz in your head, you dropped back down next to Lunar.

“By the way, Moon got kidnapped,” Solar explained as he stood to your right.

“Kidnapped?” you questioned, looking between the two taller animatronics.

“Oh!” Lunar blurted. “I thought you just got tackled.”

Moon nodded, leaning back into the couch, “Yeah, I got kidnapped by Ruin.”

Another prominent thorn in the group’s side, this one being a problem since last October. “And he saved you?” the smaller lunar model inquired.

“Yeah. He just said he wanted Nexus to fail.” You looked away at the mention of the former Moon. Moon himself continued his rant. “I don’t know what that lunatic wants.” He looked between you and Lunar, “Did everyone else go home already?”

“Earth’s asleep downstairs on the couch with Monty,” you explained.

Lunar nodded, “That’s really it.” They then proceeded to forget who exactly showed up in the first place and how many people it was. You snorted out a quiet laugh.

Monty then stumbled his way into the room, making his way over to Moon to check out the damage himself. You wanted to leave as Nexus was brought up again, only to feel a sharp chill down your spine when Moon explained the details.

There had been a bomb. Nexus had been the bomb, which Sun had detonated. The questions you had about the situation early came back full force, but you swallowed them down again like bile. That explained a lot. It made sense, as much as you didn’t want to believe it. Nexus must have been threatening Moon, and Sun felt he only had one option to save him. That’s why he flinched at your comment. That’s why Moon was covered in soot.

There was a sudden feeling of sickness as realization rolled through you. That wasn’t just soot. That … that had been your friend.

Poetic, some twisted part of you thought, that the first Moon had survived in the ashes of his other self.

Not knowing what else to do, you turned your gaze to Solar in a means to steady yourself. To his credit, he wasn’t dissociating like you or Sun. No, he looked like he was fucking seething. He was glaring a hole into Moon’s head, if that was an actual ability he had. It wasn’t a common expression for the mechanic, despite his seeming quickness to rage. Most of the time, it was just mock exasperation. Seeing it now, genuine anger, was just as much a shock as it was an odd comfort. At least you weren’t the only one finding the group’s apparent lack of care to be off putting.

You saw red at Moon’s next words.

“Rough?” You laughed, completely unamused. Giving him your own lethal glare, you slowly turned to Moon, “Just rough?”

Moon had the gall to look surprised at your outburst. “What? Am I supposed to say he’s all fine and dandy?”

You could only manage to sputter. Another false laugh burst from your mouth. “Sun’s a wreck! I only saw him for two seconds and can tell he’s destroyed over this.” You waved your hands in the air, feeling the need to move with the sudden adrenaline. “But no, he’s just feeling a little under the weather. We can go with that.”

“Wait, I’m confused,” Monty mumbled, but he was smothered under Moon’s response.

“You think I don’t get that? I can tell he’s not okay, but what am I supposed to do about it?”

He couldn’t truly be this fucking dense, could he? There was no way he was this dumb. Your hand flung up to point towards Sun’s room up above. “You be with him! You don’t leave him alone after he was forced to murder someone!”

“Nexus was threatening to kill us! Why are you blaming me?” Hm. Maybe he really was this dense. You couldn’t fathom how he was supposed to be the genius sibling and couldn’t see what was really going on here.

“That’s not the point,” you growled out, fingers gripping your legs in a near bruising grip. “He just had to choose which of his brothers got to survive, you damn idiot!”

“Nexus isn’t our brother.” Of all the people you were expecting to say that, Lunar had been the last. Second last. Solar was there, though completely silent during your outburst. Lunar and Nexus may not have had a chance to get super close, seeing as Lunar was currently dealing with the Astrals, but you didn’t believe Lunar’s claim. You’d seen Nexus fight tooth and nail for his little brother before. To hear Lunar think so little of him felt wrong.

“You can’t really believe that.” You really couldn’t.

Lunar’s face hardened, “He obviously didn’t believe it himself. Why should I care about him when he never cared about me?”

“Never cared? Never-” There was a sick, cruel thought that Lunar was close enough to strike. It immediately replaced a good portion of your anger with crushing guilt and shame. Cleared just enough of the rage fog for you to take a breath and back off. “Well. Okay. You can think that. But you cannot say he isn’t Sun’s brother. That’s not your relationship to revoke.”

Moon stood from his spot on the couch, “I can. He took my place. I’m back now, if you haven’t noticed.”

All the rage came rushing back tenfold. You launched yourself from the couch, hands balled into fists at your side, “You weren’t there, Moon!” The animatronic opened his mouth, but you weren’t going to allow him to keep going after that. “No, you shut the fuck up. You left him. Nexus was his brother. For a year! And what, he’s just supposed to move on after what happened?”

“He hurt him!” Moon growled out.

You laughed again in disbelief, “And you didn’t?” Your arms crossed over your chest as you leaned back. “Rich, coming from you of all people. Nexus yelled at him. You tortured him. And he never left you.”

Moon gave you a look that could only be described as murderous.

“That’s enough,” Solar stepped in, holding his hands up between the two of you, “Star, calm down. Moon, you come with me.”

“Fuck that,” you seethed, whipping towards Solar with a scowl. “If you guys can’t comfort your own fucking brother, I guess I will. If he’s even still your brother.” You felt like you wanted to heave and punch something at the same time, rage rolling in your stomach as hurt burned in your heart. You scoffed as you scaled the stairs. Looking over the railing, you gave in to your instinct one last time and flipped Moon off. “Don’t bother following.”

You stepped up to the door, anger still burning like fire in your chest. Your hands clenched and unclenched by your side as you tried to work it out of your system. Anger would only worsen whatever Sun was already going through. Putting more stress on him was the last thing you needed. Taking a deep breath, you silently released it and took the final step towards the closed door.

You had to resist bursting in at the sound of Sun’s near silent sobs. Resist punching through the door when you brought your hand up to knock softly. Resist the fire already crawling back under your skin as you gripped tightly at the door frame.

You couldn’t see him, and you didn’t want to. If he didn’t want you to see him like this, you were going to uphold his wishes to the best of your ability. The only thing that clued you into him hearing was his sharp inhale, resulting in a hiccup as he tried to cover his crying. “Hey Sun,” you called out, softly to not startle him or wake Dazzle down the hall. That latter one may have already been a fail, but she hadn’t walked out yet. “It’s just me. Can I come in?”

It was quiet for a moment. No reply, besides a few more odd noises. Like he was still trying to cover up that he was crying. Your grip on the doorframe tightened. Fuck Moon and his inability to see how destroyed his brother really was over this.

You took in another silent breath. “I can’t see you, Sun. If you answered, I didn’t see. I’m gonna need a verbal confirmation if you want me to come in.” Another beat of silence. “Just a yes or no is fine but, until you answer, I’m not leaving this doorway.”

A quiet, suppressed whine. You swore you were going to leave a visible handprint in the wood with how tight you were gripping the frame. Pulling your hand away, you instead turned to lean your back into it and cross your arms. In your movement you almost missed when Sun finally spoke up.

“Come in.” It was soft, cracking. A weak reply. But it was all you needed to instantly push back up and open the door to the room.

Sun was easy to spot. Curled tightly in on himself in the chair right across the room. A bright yellow and red beacon, brighter than the yellow of the chair and white of the wall. His nearly colorless eyes were unfocused and foggy, staring unmoving off into seeming nothing instead of toward you. Almost like a cheery gargoyle, thought the situation was far from that.

Don’t run. Don’t run. Don’t scare him, don’t run. For a moment, you kept yourself completely still. You knew if you moved, you’d rush. The need to hug him was overwhelming, but you had to fight it. Sun’s comfort came first. Don’t run.

He never blinked, not even as you finally pushed your feet slowly forward. The carpet made your footfall near undetectable. You tried to make your steps just a bit heavier so he could hear your approach, since he didn’t seem to really see you as you passed into his line of vision. If he could even hear right now. You couldn’t tell how dissociated he was, just that it was bad. There was no acknowledgement when you stood just to the right of him, not disrupting whatever he was looking at but still in his view. Despite looking like a stone statue in the corner of his own room, Sun’s eyes and cheeks were stained in a clear, oily substance. His pants over his knees were darkened from where the artificial tears dripped onto them. If his sounds from earlier didn’t clue you in, this was a definite that he had been crying.

Your jaw clenched as you flexed your hands again, still fuming over the fact that you were the only one here while his family sat downstairs talking. You immediately regretted it as Sun flinched. A good sign, in a way, though one you’d desperately been trying to avoid. Guilt bubbled up your throat, feeling uncomfortable tight.

Sun finally looked up at you. Stared right through you. His eyes still couldn’t seem to focus clearly enough. He finally cracked out another reply in a quiet word. “Hi.”

A smile pulled at your lips, though forced. Your eyes stung as you pushed down your own tears. “Hey,” you whispered back. It burned in your throat as you forced it past the tightness already there. Instinct once again screamed to hold him in some way, offer physical support, but you held back. You couldn’t startle him again. “Are you okay with a hug?” you asked instead, matching his quiet tone.

Again, another beat of silence. A moment to process the words through the fog. “What?”

“A hug,” you explained, “Can I hug you?”

A blink, finally. It did not help that it popped free a few more tears, sliding down his face in a slow line. His rays drooped slightly, making you realize just how wilted he’d looked to begin with. His own hands clenched around his knees. You found the cream colored paint of his fingers was flaking, making you wonder if that had been from the dryness of cleaning product, or a result of earlier tonight.

You stood still as he began to reach up, slowly and wobbly, only to freeze at the sight of his own hand. A sound you could only describe as choked on anguish spilled past his lips as he tore his whole body away from you. There was only a split second for you to think before you followed after him. He had been reaching for you. It didn’t matter if he hadn’t verbally replied this time, you’d seen it. He had reacted. You weren’t letting him slip away again.

Sun went stock still in your arms. Your grip was just loose enough that he could push you off he wanted. He didn’t though. Just sat how he had frozen, one arm pulled to his chest while the other grabbed at the chair to stabilize him, his feet halfway to the floor. You were awkwardly hung around his neck, trying not to lean on him with your feet still planted on the floor across the chair. Your face was almost smashed into the back cushion.

Gradually, Sun began to relax. It took a good minute or two, with barely a sound. His feet slowly slid onto the floor, the bells of his shoes only faintly ringing. You couldn’t tell if this was helping, or if he was regressing farther into his dissociation. It was beyond concerning. After another minute, and your muscles screaming from your odd position, you began to pull away. You needed to check on him.

You nearly toppled forward when a fist wildly grabbed at the front of your shirt. There was a chance you wouldn’t have even heard his quiet plea of “no” if you hadn’t already been so close to him. You immediately stilled.

“It’s okay! I’m not leaving,” you tried to soothe, “I just need to readjust.” Your own voice felt weak in your ears. It never stopped hurting, hearing him like this.

It hurt just knowing how many times you’d heard him like this.

In a silent reply, Sun unhooked his hand from your shirt. He reached past to wrap his arms around your back, pulling you towards him. It was easy to follow his lead and drop into his lap. The both of you shuffled into a more comfortable position, your knees pulled upwards as your arms wrapped around his middle. He had one arm supporting your back while the other wrapped around your legs, pulling you close to him. His fingers latched firmly to where they held you, not quite hard enough to bruise but definitely noticeable. You let your head rest against his chest and felt his grip tighten just slightly. His head gently rested on top of yours.

He was trembling, shaking all around you, but no sound came from him. A few wet drops hit the top of your head. He continued to remain silent.

You cleared your throat, trying to catch his attention, “Stupid question, but, are you okay?”

Sun let out a huff. Probably the most humorless laugh you’d ever seen someone give, but more than you’d expected him to give. “No,” he muttered into your hair, “Not a bit.” Now that had been expected.

“You wanna talk about it?”

He shook his head. “No.”

You gave him a soft squeeze, “That’s fine.”

Another moment of silence. The air conditioning kicked on. There was a bump from someone shuffling downstairs. You could almost imagine the sound of a grandfather clock ticking in the room, had Sun had one. Birds began to sing, starting their morning routine as the natural sun began its slow rise. There was a fluttering noise as one of them landed on the windowsill outside, calling out an iconic cooing noise. A mourning dove.

Sun’s grip on you tightened, and he finally let out a broken sob. “I hate those things.”

“I know, Sun.”

“They’re, they’re the worst.” Bells chimed as he gave a full body shiver.

“I know, Sun.”

“Why do they-” His voice gave out as he hiccuped. “Why is it always me?”

You paused at his response. “…I don’t know.” Pulling back, you unwrapped yourself from around him and reached for his face. You gently moved him to look at you instead of the shadow in the window. “It’s not your fault, Sun.”

“But it is,” he wept, “It’s me every time. It’s always my fault.” Tears were running down his face onto your hands. Sun’s face was twisted in pain and sorrow as his shoulders shook with his sobs.

“This wasn’t your fault,” you reiterated, “You were saving Moon. Nexus backed you into a choice you shouldn’t have had to make.”

“It wasn’t even him! It wasn’t, it wasn’t him!” You could feel your brow knitting together in confusion as he gasped through his explanation. “Dark just, showed up. Pulled me into this, this white void. Told me to choose. I had to choose! H-He made me choose!”

That absolute bastard. You forced yourself not to reacted to the mention of him. When you got your hands on the prick, it was over for him.

“Then it’s still not your fault,” you insisted. It didn’t matter that he had been the one to do it. It wasn’t his fault, you knew it in your soul. “A choice is not a choice if you are forced into it. It’s manipulation. You were used, Sun. You didn’t kill Nexus.”

“I still chose him,” he breathed, “I, I still watched him explode.”

There it was. The part you couldn’t fix. Because, try as you might to redirect the blame, Sun would never forget the guilt. It was yet another thing he couldn’t seem to drop or get rid of. Almost a part of who he was. No matter how many times you or Earth had tried to help him, Sun was too loving to forget those he hurt.

You felt like you were floundering, unsure of how to help. No idea of what to say. So you simply pulled him back into your arms, wrapping yourself around his neck and letting him cry into your shoulder. His hands gripped at the back of your shirt in tight fists. “I can’t stop seeing it,” he whispered.

“It’s okay to close your eyes now,” you mumbled into his shoulder, “You don’t have to watch anymore.”

There was a sob in your ear, “But he’s still there.”

“He is,” you replied, holding him tighter, “You just have to remember him correctly.”

“No!” You nearly jumped at how loudly Sun spoke. It hadn’t been a yell, but definitely the loudest he had been since you entered the room. He shook his head, trying to push down a few more verbal tears. He copied you as he pulled you farther into his hold, “That hurts. So much worse.”

You simply nod in return. “It does.” Your hand rubbed up and down his back as you continued to try and soothe him. “That just means you’re doing it right.”

A muffled cry. A hiccup. A coo, from the mourning dove outside.

[casdeans-pie]

Falling (In Love)

Destiel Fanfiction 2,065 words Rated G

Tags: Aftermath Of A Case (we don't see the case, but we see what Situation Dean and Cas have ended up in because of it), Castiel Is A Fallen Angel, Dean Sees Cas's Wings, Near Death Experience, First Kiss.

Summary: Desperate times call for desperate measures even if those measures are jumping out of the window on the seventieth floor with nothing but hope and mangled fallen angel wings to keep you in the air. Probably not the best time for a kiss... or is it?

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In terms of ‘situations where escape seems impossible’ Dean would probably rank this at a solid two. He’s not entirely sure what keeps it from being number one, since there are currently a group of eight witches blocking the only doored exit to the room, and the only other way out would be through the floor-to-ceiling window behind him – seventy stories up from the ground. Dean lost his gun a few floors back, and Cas’s angel blade was stolen by the witches, so they’re also weapon-less. But he figures that while the spell book that he and Cas just stole is still in his hands the witches won’t risk damaging it, so at least they can stall for time while he thinks of some way to get them both out with the book. He’s escaped with impossible odds against him all the time.

It just feels a little more impossible than usual.

Dean glances over at Cas, hoping to see some kind of glint in his eyes that means he’s got a plan. But he’s not looking at Dean. His eyebrows are drawn together in indecision and worry and he’s staring straight ahead with a vacant expression that means he’s deep in his thoughts.

Hope flares in Dean’s chest.

He’s learned enough from Cas’s expressions over the years to know that he’s got something up his sleeve. Something risky, but hell, Dean’s not picky about that right now.

The witches all take a pace forwards as a unit and Cas tugs on Dean’s shirt sleeve to pull him back further towards the window, to keep their distance. Nothing but a desk separates them now.

The huge glass window is pressing cold and solid against their backs in a cruel reminder that freedom is a pane of glass away, but they’d never survive the fall.

“Just give us the book Winchester,” one of the witches snaps.

“Give us the book and we’ll let you both live,” another adds in a low, persuasive tone.

“Like hell you will,” Dean retorts with a snort, “you think I’m gonna trust a single damn thing that comes out of a witch’s mouth?”

A witch taller than the others takes another step closer to them both, her chin held high, and she examines her long, blood red nails as if bored by the whole situation. “Boys, boys, boys,” she says, with a shake of her head, “I grow tired of this. You’ve stolen my book, and I want it back. There is clearly nowhere for you to go, so I suggest that you hand it over, or I will regretfully have to kill you both and hope that my book survives.”

“This book contains angelic spells, and it belonged to the angels before it belonged to you. You’re the ones who stole it in the first place. You have no more claim to it than we do,” Cas says suddenly, his voice firm and full of defiance.

“Yeah, except Cas is an angel, so really, yknow, if it belongs to anyone it belongs to him,” Dean adds, tapping the front cover of the old book with his knuckles and scoping out the room again while he stalls for time, hoping to find any way out of this. Preferably without him and Cas becoming spell-practice for witches or bloody smears on the sidewalk below them.

The bold witch at the front laughs in a throaty cackle.

Dean smiles. “Wow, nice laugh you got there, Wicked Witch of the West, you about to tell me you’re gonna get me and my little dog too?”

“Mm, you are pretty I’ll give you that. But no, I’m just amused that you can call that an angel. I’ve been using those spells a long time, so I can see something of this… abomination’s true form, and trust me, Winchester, if you could see what I see you wouldn’t call it an angel.”

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[jjungkookislife]

So much was happening in your blog in the last 24hrs that it took me a while to catch up with all your posts. I’m not really good with suggesting songs but i took so long that i think drabble night already ended but I’m still gonna send this just in case.

May i please request a fluffy dad!Yoongi drabble? 🥺 but ofcourse only if you are still writing. I understand if drabble night ended.

On that note, I am so happy to read Mother Dearest and excited to read other drabbles for HFTH 😍 I love that couple and the other characters in it so I am looking forward to read more of them 🥰 but please don’t overwork yourself.

I hope you are doing well and taking care of yourself 💜

Oh yes I kinda went on a writing binge 🤣 I’m taking care though. I think I’ll relax for a few days

Abundance of Flowers

pairing: dad!Yoongi x mom!reader

warnings: none?

Yoongi was up earlier than usual. He was careful when he slipped out of bed, making sure he didn’t wake you up.

The farmers market was just up the road and the sun was slowly rising over the horizon. He knew if he took too long to get there, the vendor would be slammed and it would put his plans behind.

The quick trip doesn’t take more than fifteen minutes. He kicks his shoes off by the front door, slowly shutting the door behind him so it doesn’t make too much noise.

Yoongi is quick to head to the kitchen. He has three gorgeous bouquets of flowers and he was even gifted a flower crown that he wore over his silver hair.

Breakfast doesn’t take him too long to cook. He plates the food and puts it beside the bouquets.

His wife’s bouquet is grand. Red roses and baby’s breath and wrapped together and tied with a ribbon. Two smaller bouquets sit on the table.

One is some beautiful sunflowers wrapped with a yellow ribbon for his daughter, Ava. The other is a bouquet of peonies for his youngest daughter, Ara.

Usually, Yoongi would do breakfast in bed but it was a school day and his daughter’s alarms were already ringing. They sleepily entered the kitchen a few moments later.

Yoongi smiled at the twins, “Good morning.”

“Good morning, daddy,” they said in unison as they rubbed their eyes and his wife appeared yawning.

“Good morning,” she says as she helps her daughters to their chairs before kissing Yoongi on the cheek.

“Got you something for later,” Yoongi grins, kissing his wife on the lips.

“So did I,” she replies, winking as she takes her seat at the table.

“Ooh, flowers!” Ava grins as she picks her bouquet up to her nose to sniff. She giggles when her sister does the same and sneezes.

“Daddy has a crown,” Ara points out. Yoongi nods, careful not to knock the crown off his head as he takes his seat.

“They’re beautiful, babe,” his wife says as she admires the bouquet. Her present for his husband sits in a small box in the closet and she’s eager to show him later on.

The family eats together, placing their bouquets in vases before getting ready for school.

Yoongi kisses his wife as she leaves for work. He grabs his daughters’ backpacks and helps them put it on. The twins wait patiently as Yoongi locks the front door. He takes his kids hands in his and they set off to the school just down the block.

Yoongi’s mother will pick the girls up from school later today while his wife and him spend the night in a hotel in the next time over. It’ll be their first night alone since the twins were born and he couldn’t wait.

When they reach the school, Yoongi plucks two flowers from his crown and hands one to each girl.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he reminds them. “I love you.”

“We love you,” the girls give him a hug and he kisses the top of their head before they turn around to head to the school. Their teacher greets them at the door, waving at Yoongi.

He waves back and takes his leave once his girls are safely inside. He loved mornings like these. Filled with smiles and love.

Tomorrow there will be another, and then another, and so on.

[louisisalarrie]

Hii... Hope you're well:)

So i was wondering about louis' fanbase. From what i've seen a lot of them, even if they believe freddie is his kid, don't seem to care that much about his sexuality no? Like in harry's fanbase most girls want him to be straight and believe he is. However i haven't seen this happen a lot in case of solo louies.

heya!!! hmmmm I would have to disagree with this one, I think. also this turned into a bit of a welcome to the show moment. so, anon, welcome to the show!

believing F is Louis’ kid is an acknowledgement of his sexuality being anchored, somewhat, towards women. Some may believe he is bisexual/fluid and accept that, but there are a lot of louies who are straight up just against the idea, and some that are pretty neutral. Their main argument is that he does have a kid, which means bbg did its job, and proved to be effective with a new, and expanding, audience that didn’t see him grow throughout 1d.

I’m not in any way suggesting that I strictly for a fact know that Louis isn’t bi or doesn’t have an interest in women, because that’s not been disclosed. However, I would lean towards the fact that he is only interested in men, due to the things I’ve heard, his obvious contrast of behaviour when around them, the amount of and degree of stunts including the party boy louis push, and his mannerisms compared to when he’s around women. So, not only do I believe he doesn’t have a kid, but also that he’s not interested in women.

And I do think there are neutral solo louies who are just like “yeah he could be queer, but that’s none of my business”, but there have been a lot of louies who actively attack people even entertaining the thought. Also, it’s more the idea that he’s ever been with Harry, that they reject. Which is bizarre, like, you believe he may be interested in men, but god forbid it’s Harry?? They pair him with absolutely anyone but him. I’ve had them in my inbox, it’s chaos hahaha.

And same goes for solo harries. There’s this toxicity around the idea of larry, but a lot of them seem to be fine/neutral with the idea of Harry being queer. Though, he again, could never be with louis. It’s truly just… baffling, but also, a lot of these folks didn’t watch them through their journey, a lot of them even refuse to acknowledge 1d because it’s still “not cool” to love a boyband. I’ve seen some absolute gross shit said about both louis and Harry’s time in 1d, but these people don’t care. They’re focused on their fave solo career.

Anyway, this also relates to the very stark contrast in Harry and louis’ images right now. Seeing louis smoke, both pot and cigarettes, and drink, in comparison to Harry who we never really see that side of, is a divide between “wholesome and healthy”, and “laddy and rock and roll”. It’s dark tracksuits and singlets, and it’s bright colours and more feminine/non traditional outfits. It’s louis not talking a hell of a lot on stage to show his personality more, and Harry blocking out parts of his show just for crowd interaction. It’s Harry waving rainbow flags and louis not doing that. It’s louis “having a kid” and not being super active in his life, and Harry not having that extra weight on his shoulders. People seem to take louis’ image at face value a fair bit, and solo harries use that against him. So I’d say it’s a little bit more of the opposite of what you’ve said above.

I dunno, at the end of the day, we’re not gonna see the truth of these fans and how they react, until there is a coming out, in my opinion. Some people will turn against them, some will just be like “ok cool”, and some will rejoice. It’ll all come out in the wash.

Louis being stunt free, apart from bbg, for a while, has been good though. Once they drop that from his career, it’s a slow seeding. It’s the last thing they need to do before a CO. and if they drop bbg, get the boys (Harry particularly) back involved in louis’ life to “support” him through such a wild time, it’ll just be growing to a CO from there. Particularly now that Harry’s publicly single now. It’s the last step, and they can do it positively for louis, and in turn, positively for Harry, and combine the fandoms a little more which will HOPEFULLY stop so much aggression between us and the solos.

Anyway sorry this kind of evolved into something else but thanks for the inbox, anon! <3

[mcytshippystuff]

Grian/Jimmy ship name

This is my petition to make their ship name officially Solidrian!

They are a niche ship but as more people get more familiar with them, specially after limited life, the ship is gonna get more popular. Rn I'm mostly seeing it context of Poly Bad Boys but while I often see Gribeans (Grian/Joel), Smallidairty (Joel and Jimmy), and sometimes mentioned as Smallidarian (Joel/Jimmy/Grian, also known as Poly Bad Boys or BadBoyFriends, which has other stuff in the tag with actual bad boyfriends and abuse so I wouldn't use it) tagged in posts as well, I never see Grian/Jimmy tagged in. This is mostly becuase its a rareship and we haven't really??? figured out a common ship name for them, only recently having a uptick in shippers, and also iv noticed most people tend to lean more towards a brotherly relationship, which is very valid! And sometimes in Poly Bad Boys, people do actually have both Grian and Jimmy dating Joel but not each other, which is also very valid, and is another reason why its not tagged. 

But if your like me who slowly started seeing a different opportunity shipping wise and want them to make out or maybe you only just recently were introduced to them and fell for their dynamics without real knowledge of their past interactions and want them to make out; I think its really time to find a proper shipping tag so not only can people who want to indulge in the ship can find it, but also so those who not want to see it can block it out!

And now, I hear you say, but why Solidrian? Well first Grimmy and Grimy which iv seen suggested once or twice has a solid argument by other people; Its tag is already used by others! I think there's a famous person who goes by Grimmy and also just its a common thing. Second is Solidaritian, which iv seen offered once or twice, which I think has potential but its just a bit clunky and long. And Tian or Sian is neat but they’re just names and/or just too short lol. Griandarity is fine but tbh I try and avoid names that contain the whole name of the person? That's just me but I just dont like it. Plus its also a bit clunky.

Hence, Solidrian. Its easy to say, has a nice ring to it, isn't too long or too short, and as far as I'm aware the tag is EMPTY! And that is why, overall, I think this should be the new common ship tag name. Let me know your thoughts and if you hate/love it. If you ship this, please use the name! Tag it with #solidrian and if you know someone who ships it but doesn't know/have a name idea, ask them to use it! 

Thank you for your consideration, I look forward to hopefully seeing works and art and posts in the #solidrian tag and getting my sweet sweet Grian/Jimmy shipping fix. 

And as always, if you dont like this ship, please either ignore or block and MOVE ON. Your ship is not my ship and that's okay! If I see dynamics differently, that's for me to decide. You will be blocked if you try to start arguments about the ship not being okay or “wrong” becuase your perceived notions of their dynamic. And if you get on my case for shipping at all- Bruhhh I'm not in the main tags dont complain if you came looking for it. 

[gtbutterfly]

Quincy and the forest giant

(Formally known as unnamed gt story part two)

I wrote a part two to that new story I wrote because a lot of people seemed to like it. I still don’t have a title for it, feel free to suggest some. Criticism is appreciated.

heres part one

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I was woken up by the feeling of the sun hitting my face. I felt myself lying on something soft, and warm, like a massive blanket. There were no pillows or a mattress of any kind, other than the blanket, it felt like I was lying on a wooden floor. I slowly opened my eyes, before standing up and rubbing them. My vision was still blurry and the sun shining in my face didn’t help. As my vision cleared and I blocked the sun with my hand, I saw I was in front of a window again, except it wasn’t the same window I was in front of the night before. Outside there was a large lake with light glimmering off the blue surface, with some large puffy clouds being reflected in the water. Across the lake were massive trees which something looked off about. Their trunks and leaves seemed bigger than they were supposed to look as if they were the same trees I had always seen but blown up to be larger. I thought it was just my perspective or imagination at first. Then I realized how high up the window was, looking down, I must have been 20 or 30 feet off the ground. I turned around at the rest of the room I was in. Everything was huge, and the ceiling was as high as it was in factories, if not higher. I was on a table that was in front of the window. Looking over the edge, I was nearly 20 or 30 feet off the ground. I nearly fell off when I again felt those vibrations in the ground. I looked up, backing away from the edge and towards the window. The giant was standing in front of me, looming over my body as I looked up at them, my back against the glass. They got on their knees and looked at me eye to eye.

“You’re awake,” they said, in their stern, intimidating, buzzing voice I could feel vibrating in my chest. “I was worried you died for a minute there.”

I was dumbfounded, my mouth gaping open. I stood there shocked and silent, not knowing what to say or do. I tried getting a word out, but it just came out as a large exhale.

“Are you going to say something, or….” the giant asked. They had long brown hair and tanned skin, and their eyes were black and wet like they were puddles. They wore a dark green shirt made of cotton. The seams in their sleeves were long and massive, there were gray and brown patches stitched in with thick, brown string. I finally managed to get a word out.

“...what…?” I said. I didn’t know what I meant by “what”, it was just the only thing I could get out. I probably meant to say “What are you?” or “What is this place?” but I was too shocked.

“I said, are you going to say anything?” the giant said, looking annoyed. I took a deep breath and tried to get my words in order.

“What…what are….” I said before they interrupted me with the answer.

“I’m human. Just a really big one.” the giant said. “And no, I can’t tell you why.”

“....why not…?” I asked, not thinking straight.

“My job.” the giant said. “Now, this is what's going to happen. I already called my boss and told them about you. You stay here until they get you, and you ‘forget’ about any of this and go back to your life in that town. Got it?”

I was still dumbfounded. “Wha- what do you mean ‘forget’?” the giant sighed and put their hand on their face, frustrated.

“They’re gonna bribe you not to tell anyone,” they said, blankly. “At least that's how I think they deal with these things, it's not like they’re gonna kill you or something, especially since you’re like, eight,”

“I ... .I'm thirteen…” I said under my breath,

“What?” the giant asked,

“I’m….thirteen…..” I said louder.

“Oh, well excuse me if it's been a while since I’ve seen what children of different ages look like.” the giant rolled their eyes.

“You…live here alone?” I asked sheepishly.

“Yeah, sometimes the people I work for visit, but I don’t have a lot of neighbors,” the giant said. “Anyways, what's your name, kid?”

“Uh…” I looked down for a moment, “...Quincy…I’m Quincy…”

“I’m Ella,” The giant said. For a moment, they started extending their arms towards me like they wanted to shake my hand, but then stopped themselves, crossing their arms on their chest. “So, just chill here and don’t do anything  until they show up to take you home, and give you and your parents hush money, m'kay?”

“I…..I don’t have….” I started to say, before pausing.

“Oh, you don’t have parents?” Ella asked, “gee, sorry about that. I guess your orphanage will be getting hush money then,”

“I….I’m not part of an orphanage…” I said, confused, “there…there hasn’t been an orphanage in this country for…decades! Its been replace with the foster care system…”

“It has?” the giant tilted its head at me, “huh, that's weird. Well, I guess your…foster carers…will get hush money then. Not like it really matters, anyway.”

I turned towards the window, looking outside before turning back towards the giant.

“What is this place?” I asked,

“A giant cabin in the woods that no one is supposed to know about.” Ella said. 

“Why did you bring me here?” I asked, dozens of questions flowing through my head as I finally calmed down from being shocked.

“So you don’t tell anyone that you saw me,” Ella answered.

“You could have just brought me back home,” I said, “I would’ve just assumed that I had a dream!”

“Would you?” the giant asked, “most people remember things like that as not being dreams. And even if you would have, I’m not supposed to just let you go.”

“What are you going to do to me?” I asked in fear,

“Kid, I already told you, I’m keeping you here until other people your human size come to pick you up and make sure you don’t tell anyone about me.” Ella said, rolling her eyes. “Did you think I was going to eat you or something?”

“I….well…um…” I stuttered,

“Don’t worry kid, you’re gonna be fine, as long as you listen to me, okay?” the giant said, tilting her head at me again,

“O-okay,” I said, stumbling over my words. The giant stood up, looming 20 or 30 feet over me, peering down. My heart started beating fast, I again lost my ability to speak.

“Are you hungry? What time do you usually eat breakfast?” Ella asked me, her voice buzzing in my ears.

“M……morning…” I said the first thing to come to mind upon hearing the question.

“Right,” the giant said, lowering the palm  out in front of me, causing me to flinch. I looked at her hand, and then looked up at her.

“Wha….what do you….want me to….”

“Oh, come on kid, I told you, you have nothing to worry about.” Ella said, “just get in my hand, and I’ll get you some food, m'kay?” 

I was still hesitant to get in her massive hand. She looked at me impatiently as I went back and forth from getting closer to it and backing away. Eventuary, she groaned in annoyance. 

“Fine, have it your way,” she then scooped me up, grabbing me under my arms and lifting me off the table to her face. I yelped and squirmed out of fear and instinct as she carried me off. 

“Knock it off kid, you're fine.” she said. I took a deep breath and calmed down, trying to ignore the butterflies in my stomach as she carried me to a different room.

[fyodior]

I am evaluating the qualifications of the candidates in the upcoming election. Currently, Donald Trump is my likely choice, though I am curious to know more about why you vote for Kamala Harris? why I should vote for her?

During the Biden-Harris administration, I observed significant economic changes, such as an increase in fuel prices from approximately $2 to $5 per gallon, as well as a rise in my annual tax obligations from $58,000 to $80,000. In my work in healthcare, I’ve also noted disparities in benefits; undocumented migrants often receive substantial assistance for housing, insurance, and other forms of financial support (up to $10,000), surpassing the aid provided to veterans and legal citizens.

As a healthcare provider and volunteer at the border, I have witnessed an increase in trauma cases involving young children (rapes and assaults) by undocumented migrants across the country, many of whom have experienced severe abuse. This is deeply troubling and speaks to broader issues of border security. The increase in illegal drug trafficking, human trafficking, and cartel activity has strained our border communities and put border enforcement agents at greater risk. I have seen the effects of these issues firsthand, as well as the growing challenge of handling the influx of illegal substances into the country, which has severe public health implications.

My husband, who works with the U.S. Congress, has also raised concerns about even more wasteful government spending. I am aware of situations where tax dollars have been allocated to contracts with exorbitant prices, such as a $126 screw that could be found for under a dollar at a consumer store like Home Depot.

I also volunteers a lot work with a nonprofit that supports small businesses, I have seen sales decrease by as much as 75% from 2021 to now, suggesting a widespread economic impact. Kamala Harris’s tendency to avoid certain interviews raises questions about transparency and approachability. Furthermore, I perceive a lack of assertiveness in her diplomatic strategy and on-the-spot decision-making.

While Trump has certain limitations, particularly in his stance on LGBTQ+ and abortion rights, I appreciate his policies on border security and foreign relations. As a U.S. military surgeon with two tours in Afghanistan and an upcoming Ph.D.

trump wants to rescind rights and protections for transgender people including straight up banning them from serving in the armed forces, blocking gender affirming medical care, and allow for work places to discriminate against lgbtq+ people. (from ACLU) he is also incredibly pro-israel, doesn’t give a shit about women’s rights or abortion rights, is insanely racist, believes climate change is a hoax, is a convicted felon, wants to cut even more taxes for the rich, once said he’d fuck his daughter if he had the chance, do i really need to go on ?????

he is a fucking nightmare all the way around and will be the demise of this country if given 4 more years.

and unfortunately i care more about the people of this country than the economy sorry. like i’d rather my transgender friends not be discriminated against by the federal government and murdered

im also not gonna sit here and say harris is the perfect choice for this country. she has her faults but she is not nearly as evil as trump is.

edit: he also said they’re murdering babies in virginia which is just so blatantly untrue he lies like a fucking snake

[intrepidacious]

time after time: reread edition [1]

series summary: After what starts out as a fairly normal mission, you find yourself stuck in a time loop. Which would already be bad enough in itself if it didn’t also mean having to watch Bucky die over and over again.

pairing: bucky barnes x f!reader

word count: 6.0k

chapter warnings: canon-typical violence, accidentally starting a time loop, banter, pretty angsty to start us off with ngl, reminder to read the fic premise. please note that my blog is rated 18+. minors dni. ageless/empty blogs will be blocked without warning.

read the full chapter here | series masterlist | reread masterlist

wouldn't you know it, it's friday already!! this is a reread of already published chapters, so if you're new to this story, i would highly suggest not starting here and reading the actual story first. please be aware that by clicking the read more you're gonna see spoilers for chapter one 💚

how it started

welcome to the reread. i'm pretty sure this is the part of the post i'll only do once, but we'll see how it goes.

i swear to god, i only wanted to write a fun little time loop fic. it was never supposed to be this huge thing; it just kept growing. it's two years later now and i'm still writing—granted, that's after taking several long breaks because this story gives me headaches like no other, but still. i've never poured this much love into one story, i think.

and we can all blame russian doll for it.

turn back the clock – tl;dr

we start with a mission. sam, bucky and the reader, soon-to-be nicknamed twelve, are checking up on a secret lab. against all odds, bucky gets killed right before the fight seems to be won. twelve uses her time powers to prevent this from happening, loses consciousness and wakes up in her bed earlier that day. she goes through the entire day again, thinking her reset worked as intended, only for bucky to die in a different situation during the same mission and her waking up in her bed again.

behind the loop

welcome to my first running commentary on my own story. you’re gonna be sick of me really soon.

depending on how new you are to this story, you might not know that the chapter titles are all taken from movies. sadly i haven't seen most of them but the ones i have seen do feature a little in one way or another. more about that when we get to that point, though. the title cards for this story were also so fun to make because i just recoloured the actual movie posters!!

i’m gonna be honest with you, i keep forgetting that this first flashback exists. but i lowkey love it?? i like how it sets the tone for the angst that’s stitched into the very fabric of this story while simultaneously being juxtaposed with the first actual, very blunt introduction of our main cast.

the start of that mission was one of the first things i ever wrote for this fic, but the whole transition from the upstairs lab to downstairs and the actual fight scene were the last parts before posting.

“Do you think I’d pass up the opportunity to hear the two of you scream in terror when the vampire puppets creep up on you?” “Gotta disappoint you, cap,” you grin and wait for him to check the map. “I only scream when there’s good reason.” “I don’t wanna interrupt,” Bucky interrupts over the intercom, “but they’re heading your way now, so get a move on.”

writing banter is one of my all-time favourite activities. i also already knew at this point that i was gonna write a lot of it over and over again, and so i needed to vary the interjections in order to not bore everyone to bits. i like to think it worked out, but you tell me.

my beloved nightmare flashmob was such a fun antagonist to include. they will be named in the next chapter but if there are comic readers among you, i feel like i have to apologise because i definitely haven’t read enough of them to properly do these guys justice. they did seem like a logical step up from the version of the flag smasher(s) we encountered in tfatws, though. plus, there’s just enough of them to be a realistic threat to three very capable superheroes.

And then his eyes glaze over. You scream.

i’m so evil lmao

You wake up with a start to the sun in your face and FRIDAY blasting The All-American Rejects at full volume.

spoiler alert, you’ll encounter that sentence a couple of times. and i still love it. fun fact, i genuinely set my playlist to shuffle to decide on the song that was going to play to wake her up, and this was the one i landed on. and i couldn’t have come up with a better choice. honestly, look at the lyrics and tell me i’m wrong. i love how things work out sometimes.

originally, the decision to set the story on july 4th was very practical because i needed my available settings to be limited. this isn’t punxsutawney, pennsylvania in the middle of a snowstorm, this is new york city after the blip. i wanted our characters to have at least somewhat limited options what to do during their ever-repeating day. (on a sidenote, do you think we’ll ever see avengers compound again in the mcu? how long are they going to rebuild that thing? anyway.)

“Feels a little … déjà-vu-y.” “I know the type,” Sam says. “Wanna talk about it?” You do. But the time stuff is your problem to deal with, and so you shake your head.

isn’t it great to have a full ensemble of characters who absolutely will not talk about their feelings to each other? (derogatory) is it more interesting from a narrative point of view? … i suppose.

i love twelve’s rings though. are they entirely useless for the duration of this loop? maybe. but i love that she has them to physically show her how stuck she is <3 other things that i love: bucky calling sam bud. it just makes sense.

A surge of emptiness goes through you, unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. Time seems to still for just the blink of an eye as Bucky’s head is thrown forwards.

and there we have it. ✨dread.✨ this is such an evil way to end a chapter, wow. i had fun, though. was it fun for you?

how it's going

well, actually. i've been writing chapter seven as well as a secret bonus chapter this week, and i've made reasonable progress on both which i'm quite proud of. i really hope i can report that i got started on chapter eight this time next week, but we'll see. i think the worst of my writer's block is gone, at least. and all it took was a little self-indulgence and an external deadline. who'd have thunk.

if you made it to this point of my rambles, thank you. lmk how i can keep these interesting for you to read, and if you have any questions about the story, you know where to find me!! also: please please please consider leaving a comment or a reblog on the actual chapter. it would mean the world 💚