#this is messy but look i made this for the serotonin

[sweetkpopmusings]

stray kids soulmate aus | l. felix <3

a/n: another day, another soulmate au :,-) i listened to a lot of jazz while writing this, so i hope you get extra serotonin and comfort from it as a result! i truly cannot resist the precious energy of felix <3333 pics not mine~

content: fluff, soulmate au | wc: 1.4k | warnings: none! | pairing: soulmate!felix x gn!reader | requests: open

♡ chan | minho | changbin | hyunjin | jisung | felix | seungmin | jeongin ♡

your soulmate's birthday and birth time are written on your wrist.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

felix practically threw everything he was carrying the second he stepped through the door, desperate to make it to the kitchen. washing his hands, he glanced at the clock. he tried to calculate how fast he would need to move to finish the cake before midnight. of course, today of all days, his schedules would run over.

he let out a few frustrated noises but quickly gathered the utensils, dishes, and supplies he needed to make the perfect birthday cake. just as he was starting to relax, his hand felt nothing but air in the corner of the cupboard.

“oh no!” felix groaned, “we’re out of sugar!” 

doubting his reality, felix rummaged through the items he spread out over and over (and over) again. no matter how hard he wished, sugar did not materialize in front of him. what did materialize, however, was a cloud of flour. in his haste, felix had knocked into the bag, leaving a nice pile of the powder on the edge of the counter and a few streaks on his shirt. 

“is everything okay?” seungmin called from the doorway, slipping off his shoes beside jeongin.

“no!” felix rushed back out of the kitchen, racing towards the door, “i’ll clean that up later! i gotta go!”

the boys barely avoided a collision with felix as he put on his shoes and grabbed his bag in one fell swoop. felix almost crashed into minho at the building entrance, his apology flying behind him as he ran.

minho chuckled at the sight of felix’s hair whipping back and forth as a result of his fast pace, but then his face fell, “ah! we forgot to buy sugar!”

minho called out felix’s name to offer help. felix had already made it far enough down the road to be out of earshot. minho shrugged and strolled toward his home, curious if felix would reappear as quickly as he had disappeared.

the bell chimed as felix opened the store door, a calm sound clashing with his heaving breaths. he hadn’t the slightest clue how far or fast he had run, but the feeling in his body was reminiscent of how it felt to compete in variety show games. 

he caught his breath just enough to greet the store employee, trying his best to speedwalk to the baking aisle, rather than sprint across the store. when he turned the corner, felix swore he saw a halo around the bag of sugar. he nearly squealed from excitement and relief. it was the last one on the shelf, almost as though it was meant to be. 

at least, that’s what felix thought until another hand grasped the bag of sugar the second his fingertips brushed against it.

“ah, sorry! were you trying to grab this?” you lifted the bag of sugar in your hand, feeling both awkward and obliged to say something to the stranger in front of you.

“oh! uh…” felix shook the stunned look off his face, “yes. i’m so sorry, normally i wouldn’t even think to ask this, but i need that bag of sugar. i’m in the middle of a baking emergency, and i’m running out of time to finish the cake.”

you bit the inside of your cheek to hide your laughter. the person in front of you certainly looked like the poster child for a baking emergency. hair messy from–presumably–running, flour smatterings all over their shirt, and a very sincere look in their eyes when asking for a bag of sugar. they looked both silly and overwhelmingly cute.

you sighed, “now i’m sorry. i wouldn’t usually care about giving up a bag of sugar to someone in need. this time though, i need it. i’m trying to avoid a baking emergency of my own,” you paused, figuring out how to convince this frantic baker that you weren’t lying, “this sounds like a lame excuse, i know, but today’s my birthday. i can’t make myself my usual birthday treat unless i have this sugar, and i’d really like to have some of it before the day’s over.”

felix’s eyes went wide. his expression shifted from disappointment to confusion to deep thought to bewilderment to excitement in 20 seconds. you couldn’t even begin to comprehend what was running through his head, especially when you noticed that he was nearly vibrating with…excitement?

“today’s your birthday?”

you nodded.

“can i see your wrist?”

your brow furrowed, not sure why the first question was about your birthday and the second about your wrist. as your lips formed the word why? it clicked in your head. either in an attempt to conceal your hopefulness or out of disbelief, you stretched your arm out far enough to be in felix’s view. he bent forward, close enough for you to feel the warmth radiating from his body. you held your breath, waiting for him to say something.

instead of a reply, giggles fell from felix’s lips. he offered his wrist to you, muttering something along the lines of please tell me this is your–i can’t believe this–just looking for the sugar!

his smiles and giggles infected you. both of you seemingly forgot about your time crunch, basking in the happiness you felt at the hands of fate in the baking aisle.

“maybe we can share the sugar? i was about to bake your birthday cake when i ran over here.”

you tilted your head in confusion, still smiling from felix’s gleeful demeanor, “you were baking my birthday cake?”

“yeah!” felix bounced while nodding, “every year since i can remember, i’ve baked you a dessert on your birthday. i wanted to get in as much practice as possible before we met, so i could make your favorite treat on our first birthday together! obviously, i don’t know what your favorite is. i’ve done a lot of different recipes over the years though, so i’m sure i can figure it out, even if it takes me a few tries. i promise i’ll perfect the recipe so it matches your taste exactly! ah, this is great! i can finally show you the recipe book i’ve compiled with everything i’ve tried so far! do you–” felix paused, cheeks blushing when he realized how quickly he was speaking, “sorry, i got a bit excited for a second, didn’t i?”

you laughed, looking at him with nothing but gratitude and fondness, “i love the excitement, and i would love to talk about my favorite treats with you. first though, could you tell me your name?”

felix’s jaw dropped. he couldn’t believe he had forgotten his manners. how could think to ask you about your favorite dessert before asking you for your name?

“yes, of course! i’m felix!” he smiled, eyes twinkling, “what’s your name?”

“i’m y/n,” you smiled back.

“y/n,” he repeated, savoring the way it felt to say your name for the very first time, “y/n, it is so incredibly nice to meet you!”

“it is so incredibly nice to meet you too, felix!”

the two of you stood smiling at each other until felix remembered the original mission that brought him to this store, “well, since it’s getting late, would you want to maybe…come over to my place…so i can bake your birthday cake? i understand if you don’t want to come over! i live up the road, and i would love for you to enjoy a treat that you don’t have to make yourself.”

the sweetness of the man in front of you melted your heart entirely, and you couldn’t resist the surprise of your soulmate making your birthday cake this year. you agreed, prompting felix to rush to the register to pay for the sugar. as he guided you towards his place, he asked you question after question about your favorite treats, how you like your baked goods decorated, what your normal birthday traditions were, and what kind of present you wanted. you matched the speed of his enthusiastic conversation as best as you could, giggling here and there at his passionate reactions to every word you said. it felt entirely surreal to be walking side by side with your soulmate, but here you were.

“oh, y/n?” felix faced you outside his apartment door.

“yes, felix?”

“happy birthday!”

beauty radiated off felix and warmth flooded your senses. while your birthday celebration was starting way later in the day than planned, there was absolutely no better present than this. standing beside felix, who giddily held that fateful bag of sugar, you knew that this would always be your favorite birthday.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

[pupyuj]

okay hear me out... nerd!annyeongz (g!p) who take the reader to pound-town for teasing them🤭🤭

[new anon unlocked!]

-🐶

lordt apologies to 🐶 anon IT'S BEEN LIKE... MONTHS?! 😭 this ask was collecting mold in my drafts omg BUT EHE i'm lucky i had some stuff on it so i can just continue where i left off :DD this is gonna be a bit long too so bear with me ya’llll 😭✊

you weren't their bully, per se... but you would be lying if you said that you didn't make fun of them every once in a while 🤭 they just looked like the biggest losers ever, how could you not? 😭 baggy sweatpants, big hoodies, thick glasses, noses glued to their textbooks, always scribbling something in their notebooks... but at least wonyoung knew how to style herself, yujin was fucking hopeless! and you always made sure she knew,, either by making fun of her outfit for that day, her messy hairdo, and the rugged way she carried herself around the halls... you're always on yujin's ass for no reason 😒😒

and then there's wonyoung who could totally climb on the very top of the social hierarchy if she so wanted to. she was extraordinarily pretty, moderately rich, can definitely fight bcs you were always impressed with how stingy her side-eye is, but she wants to stick with her loser best friend 🙄 stupid girl...

seeing them together always made you excited bcs they were your daily dose of serotonin, for all the wrong reasons! but the thing doesn't happen until you catch them alone in a mostly empty classroom one day, huddled up in the back corner engaged in casual chatter with their textbooks and notebooks cluttered on their desks as usual... you were bored so you decided to pay them a visit!

"you know yujin, i always wondered—" you rudely interrupted their conversation, earning the usual frowns you get from them whenever they see you. ugh wonyoung was so cute glaring at you since you were once again attacking her bff just for the fun of it,, yujin was even cuter. head hanging low, fidgeting with the cuffs of her sleeves... but god she looked pathetic :(( "—how you would look without these..." you pulled yujin's glasses off her face before either of them could react,,

DSKHKSMVK your breath getting caught in your throat after seeing yujin without her glasses??? "well damn.. who knew you could be so sexy, ahn?" you teased, licking your lips and shooting the tall girl a suggestive look bcs she genuinely did look fucking hot???? "you should keep this look! or else you'll never get laid! that's gonna be a waste of that big dick." ofc that was the one thing about yujin that was appealing to you :((

🫠 wony being the one that gets the courage to stand up, trying to snatch yujin's glasses back but you raised up it in the air, laughing and just being a little shit 😭😭 it was funny until you found your ass backed up against their desk, now wonyoung looked intimidating bcs of how much she towered over you and that scary little glare she had on 😰 “leave unnie alone. this is the first and last time i’ll ask.” see now that made you laugh again! she was intimidating, sure, but oh her face was just too cute! and you couldn’t take her seriously when she wore that stupid sweatshirt with the university mascot on it! she even matched with yujin! “what are you gonna do? punish me?” you teased, tilting your head and giggling.. you were so annoying 😭

and then wonyoung sneaks her knee in between your thighs, shutting you up immediately bcs now she was wayyy too close 🫣 “that’s a great idea actually. i always wanted to know if the ‘campus whore’ deserved her title.” whoawhoawhoa 😳😳 you wouldn’t even be able to spit back since wony raises her knee and presses it against your cunt! and ofc you whimpered… and ofc wony doesn’t waste the opportunity to grab your hair from behind and force you to look up at her… “unnie, you wouldn’t believe how wet she is.” wonyoung tells yujin, dark eyes locked onto yours while she slowly moved her thigh… 😵‍💫

“i-i wanna feel too…” yujin was quick to put her hands on you! bcs in truth, even when you're so horrible and straight up rude to her, she secretly gets off to you 💔💔 she’s kinda creepy with it too… stalking your social medias, admiring your pics and jacking off to them from time to time… and every time you’re all up in her face being a bitch all she can think about is using your mouth and filling it up with her load… maybe she’ll get that chance today! 🤤🤤 while wony’s making your ride her thigh, yujin has already ripped your uniform open and pulled your bra down to fondle your tits with her shaking hands… god she was so clumsy! 🙄 (she has never touched a girl in her life, give her a break!)

and both of them make their little dreams come true with their favorite position: yujin seated on a chair while you’re deepthroating her as you’re bent over with wonyoung pounding your tight ass with her own monster of a cock 🫣🫣 you couldn’t believe that the two losers filled you up better than any of the guys or the hot girls you fucked before.. it was almost humiliating how into it you were! allowing the dumb virgin ahn yujin to grab the back of your head and move you up and down her length.. she was so obnoxiously loud that people wandering around the halls probably heard her 😳 and then there was wonyoung who clearly had a lot of anger to express towards you! ramming her cock in your hole and driving herself crazy with how well you can take both of them! fuck, if she was petty enough she could get you pregnant… but that was a mission for another day 🤭 for now she needed her revenge, and that she will get, that’s for sure! 🫢

poor yujinnie who’s too caught up in the feeling that she practically forces her cum down your throat.. she doesn’t hear your gags or feel how you’ve drawn blood on her thigh with your sharp nails 😣 “f-fuck… yujin-unnie, y-you have to fuck her for real… so fucking tight i can’t believe it.. ah!” ugh being talked about as if you were some kind of toy by jang wonyoung of all people was degrading by her voice was unnaturally high-pitched and whiny.. she (and yujin) was so cute and this all felt too good to fight against! 😵‍💫

and that was how the two biggest losers(?) of the campus got their way with the school whore with the big mouth 🤭 they may or may not have kept you in the classroom for a couple hours more.. just fucking you to their hearts’ content.. and it got even more fun when you ended up feeling like you didn’t have enough of them and invited them to your dorm room.. 😳

[fire-lizard-ro]

Ratio as a dad (kinda). Written for my dear @pix3lplays (they already saw this when I initially wrote it).

CW: none it’s all fluff (kinda)

Reader gender: no use of pronouns (as far as I remember) but AFAB

Writing under the cut (SFW):

So when you tell him, he doesn't know how the hell to feel. You guys never really had the children talk, but you could tell that he wasn't really ready for that because of a mix of being too busy, not really understanding children, and never really thinking about it.

To him, children are snot-nosed, loud, emotional little gremlins.

But he never thought about children in the context of you and him. A child born of your flesh and blood. Something you have made together through the miracle (or simple science, as Veritas would say) of procreation.

It would take him a while to think of it that way.

Initially, since this is in the scenario where you're already married, I think that he would be fine with it so long as you're happy with it. He does his logical reasoning and thinks, "Oh. I have the means to raise a child and she wants it." So he doesn't really see a problem with it besides perhaps the stress it will inevitably put on you and having to deal with the messy and emotional rollercoaster ride that is children.

At some point while laying in bed with you after weeks of reading prenatal care and child rearing books, he begins to get curious. Curious about what it would really be like to father a child that the both of you made. That's how things start. Curiosity.

Would the child look like you? He would like that if they could resemble his lovely spouse.

Would they look like him? He would also like this as there would be no doubting who the father of your child was. A reminder of how the two of you were undeniably together.

Would they look like the both of you? He would enjoy this outcome the most as it would be the best of both options.

Would they have his intelligence that he prides himself on? Your smile that he loves, even if quietly?

Because of this process of beginning to be curios and thinking about the child yet to be born, it's not hard for him to subconsciously relate good feelings (and chemicals like dopamine and serotonin, he'd think) to the child themself.

You're happy when you talk about the child and what you'll do for them and how you'll care for them. He's happy when you're happy. He's pleased when thinking about how people will be able to see a physical manifestation of your love and belonging with each other. You're happy to be having his child. He's happy about that, too.

While your feelings regarding the child is like a warm spring day or a cup of hot tea just boiled, his are more mild, still. Like your tea, already cooled, or a warm blanket. There are positive feelings involved now, and even he cannot deny it (at least to himself).

He takes care of you well, following the advice of the books and experts to the T. Perhaps a little too closely because it's a bit overprotective. You're his. Which also means it's in his obligation to take care of you well.

But when the child is born... I think there's at least a spark there. I'm not sure it's enough to light that flame quite yet, but now... He realizes that this really is his child. His and yours. He has your pretty eyes but with his color. The curl of your hair and the slope of his nose. Oh. Oh...

This child...

As the years go on and he spends time caring for the child and spending time with them, he begins to find all these little endearing things about them. How they'll seek him out even in sleep. How they'll smile at him happily, the slant of it so much like yours. How they'll crawl and eventually waddle their way to him when they begin to cry... Even just the fact that he spends time with them is enough to grow this bond. And at some point, they're off to school and it's clear they did, indeed, have his intelligent mind. But they're far more soft around the edges. Much more susceptible to the inherent loneliness, boredom, and ridicule, even, that comes with such intelligence.

But... he gets it. He never really thought anyone understood him at that age and for him? It was lonely but he was irritated by it more than anything. He had thicker skin than his child at that age.

So when they come to him about it all, he can only try his best to let them know he gets it even if he doesn't know how to express such a thing.

Ever heard the saying, "Even a beast will love its child?"

He’s not a nice person. His personality is rough and no one would ever think he could be suited to something as delicate as fatherhood.

And yet…

While he's not one for grand gestures, I think the kid would be able to see he cares.

It's in the little things for him.

Talking about the things they're interested in at school.

Telling them about his work and the things he researches. Being patient with them unlike how he is with his students. ("They are grown. But you are not," he would say with a short pat to the head before going back to checking over their homework with care.)

Rewarding them for their achievements, even if it's with something small.

All sorts of small things.

(He'll never admit it, but you have a picture of the two napping while the kid was sprawled against his side, head tucked into his neck.)

Anyways ofisjgeo yeah-

Hopefully this isn’t too delusional goodbye- I was trying to make him a Relatively Good Dad for Pix while also making sure he was still mostly in-character. OTL

[kairiscorner]

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

ok but imagine miggy saying you're beautiful for the first time, like,

he never realized how long he's kept it to himself, how long he's been yearning to tell you those two words, three if he wanted to emphasize his point. could you blame him? he's a complete and total mess of a man around you, maybe not outwardly, but he's a nervous wreck whenever you're around. a simple touch or a quick smile in his direction from you is enough to lighten up his whole day–give him the patience and motivation to keep bearing these troubles he has to endure throughout the day.

he never really understood why his eyes would follow you on your way out of his office, he never really noticed until lyla pointed out how his pupils would dilate and he'd watch you leave his office with an increase in serotonin when he catches a glimpse of your hair, your eyelashes, your petal-like lips that looked so, so...

"kissable?" lyla would prompt, which made miguel snap out of it, dismissing her and arguing to her that all he thinks of you is just a delightful colleague–words he never realized he was capable of using together. "right... a delightful colleague who enters your dreams every night. say, what if i made them listen to a playback of your most recent dream about them–" "that won't be necessary." "and why not? you don't even have the cojones–" "don't say that." "you don't even have the guts to tell them what you think of them."

miguel hated how right lyla was, practically all the time–especially when it came to his feelings for you. he clicked his tongue as he thought it over, with lyla pretty much just telling him, "confess, you big dork," and with him cussing under his breath as he felt a little hotter in the room as he thought more and more about you–about your smile, the way your laugh echoed in his ears as you teased him for his eternal pout–and how small your hands felt against his when you accidentally placed your hand on his... oh how he wished those moments could last forever, instead of asking lyla to play it back for him as he smiles to himself. it kept him thinking on what'd change if he told you just how he saw you, how absolutely ethereal you were to him.

guess he'll just have to try and see what happens.

the next day, you came by his office again, and you were... oh goodness, you were so adorable the way you looked right then and there. your hair was messy, you were wearing a pair of glasses that were barely hanging on to your face–you had a pencil tucked behind your ear, and a huge grin on your face as you rambled to him about a successful mission and containment of a fickle anomaly you two were hunting for the longest time.

if only miguel could bury his face in the floor right then and there–the mask could only do so much to hide how he looked like when he saw you in your element, in your truest, rawest self–the you he fell for time and time again, and continues to fall for.

as you rambled to him, miguel clenched his fists, digging his nails into his palms as he realized he was smiling when he heard you get excited, heard the cracking of your voice from so much glee at your victory–hearing the passion from your voice as he listened, he listened and tried to keep his poker face on, but you were too irresistible for him to keep it up–too cute to make him want to keep this stern front up.

"you're beautiful." he blurted out as he looked down to the floor, trying to soak up the details of the floor when all he wanted was to soak up the details of you. but looking at you now would be fatal for his facade, and he wanted to let you know he... oh who was he kidding? he appreciated every bit of you! he can't hide that love and longing for you, he wanted to let you know at least one bit of the multitude of things he believed you were. if you'd let him tell you, you would never hear the end of it–because you're constantly surprising him and making him fall deeper in love with you that his love becomes... endless for you.

whether or not you believe him is up to you, but he truly does believe you are beautiful. he looks up at you finally as you stopped talking and just stared at him, with a look of embarrassment on his face as he tried to remain confident in himself as his self-assurance was dissipating. "you're really beautiful..." he repeated as he stepped forward towards you and stroked your cheek. he smiled, and widely this time. he wasn't going to hide it anymore, he loved you. he loved you and knew you were the most beautiful person he had ever, and will ever, meet in his whole life. hopefully... you believed him, and hopefully... you felt the dame way, too.

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @luvstarrstruck

[upsidedownwithsteve]

Steve Harrington x fem!reader [2.9K]

When you’d told Steve you had a bad day, a bad week, you’d hadn’t expected him to do anything about it. Maybe give you a hug, sure, a kiss or five, a soft assurance that good days would come. 

He gave you all of that but you didn’t expect him to pull you into his lap and card his fingers through your hair, thumb pushed to the soft of your cheek and ask:

“How can I make it okay?”

You were so ready to shrug, to try and hide the tears gathering at your lash line because he was looking at you so sincerely it ached. Steve couldn’t make the bad days go away, but he could make the next one better. 

So he picked you up the next morning, the early sun making the summer sky hazy, that pretty pink lilac shade that still hung amongst the blue and Steve Harrington waited for you on the sidewalk like an all American dream. 

He stood by his car, hands in his pockets, leaning against the door, all summer and smiles, tanned skin and a new freckle or two because Steve was June and July and August, the beginning of a heatwave, the end of the longest, lightest night. 

All your stress ebbed away as you walked down the driveway to him, sundress short and flowy, Steve’s favourite colour on you and you acted coy as he gave you a whistle, low and all flirt, eyes flitting over your bare legs. 

He grinned, opened his arms for you to run the rest of the way into, catching you around the waist, kissing you soundly. It was sweet like the early hour, still sleep lined and soft, tasting like leftover mint toothpaste and coffee. Steve made a show of littering your face with kisses, even when you feigned annoyance, hiding your smile by ducking your chin but the boy pulled laughter from you like it was his job. 

And Steve was very, very good at his job. 

So he pressed spearmint kisses to your cheeks, the tip of your nose, over your lashes, your forehead, even an ear. He swallowed your laughter like medicine, gave you it back like a shot of serotonin and sunshine. 

“You ready?” Steve grinned, leaning into your touch as you smooth over his hair, fingers curling into the messy strands at the nape of his neck. 

“For what?” You’d replied, nose scrunched, eyes bright, ‘cause it was barely nine o’clock in the morning and it was already better than yesterday. 

“Only, like, the best day of your life,” Steve shrugged, smile downturned to play off his enthusiasm, all faux nonchalance as he pushed off of the door, turning to open it for you with a flourish. 

You laughed, bright and sharp, leaning over the top of the open car door, pushed to your toes so you could press your forehead to Steve’s. His eyes crinkled in the corners at your touch, your giddy smile, the smell of your perfume, your closeness. 

“Oh yeah? That’s big talk, Harrington,” your voice was quiet and teasing, enough flirt there to make Steve’s cheek ache from smiling so much. 

“Oh yeah,” he replied. “Gonna rock your world, pretty thing. Buckle up.”

He drove you out of town with the windows down and the relief you felt as you passed the Hawkins sign was palpable. You left your worries behind, your stress, the nights with little sleep. The car smelled like Steve’s cologne, like takeaway coffee and leftover sunscreen and cologne from pool days last week. 

The boy wouldn’t tell you where he was taking you, would grin and squeeze softly at your thigh when you asked, warm palm curling around the bare skin under your dress, high enough to be almost scandalous, to make you feel as hot as the sun was on the windscreen. He turned the radio up louder, beamed when you sang along, eyes closed, head tipped back, wind whipping at your hair. 

It took about an hour and a half to drive into Indianapolis, the fields and farmland left behind to give way to a bigger landscape, taller buildings, wider roads and a lot less trees. You were leaning forward at each traffic light, looking at the signs, wondering what turn Steve was going to take next, where you’d end up. 

You gasped when Steve turned the last corner, the road bending and leading into a large parking lot, not all that busy. The sign above the big building told you exactly where you were. 

“The aquarium?” You asked, as if Steve was joking, as if he was going to drive away and your voice sounded small, soft and full of emotion. 

“Yeah,” Steve smiled, pulling into a space and turning off the engine. He turned to look at you, brown eyes as warm as honey, just as sweet too. “You told me your grandfather used to take you here, right?”

You nodded, lips pressed together so you didn’t cry or do something stupid, like ask the boy to marry you. 

“I figured it had maybe been a while since you’d come, but,” Steve tilted his head to look at you, pressed a thumb to your chin in a fond touch, “I thought it’d be a pretty chill day out.”

You hiccuped a laugh, eyes almost turning glassy and Steve would’ve been alarmed if he didn’t know you as well as he did. He leaned in, seatbelt still buckled and straining but he was smiling, that soft, warm smile you swore he only used for you. 

“Good surprise?” He murmured, nose nudging at your cheek. You were warm and it made him feel a little proud, happy to elicit such a pretty reaction from you. 

“Good surprise,” you confirmed, grinning as you let him kiss you, a soft peck of his lips against yours that soon gave way to more, as warm as the sun on the back of your neck. 

Your lips parted for Steve, far too easily considering the public setting but you were leaning over the console to meet him halfway, head tilted, mouth slanting over the boy’s as he kissed you soft and deep. It made you sigh, a sound that Steve swallowed, a contented little noise that Steve swore was his favourite, one he loved to try and pull from you whenever he could. He ran his tongue over yours, pulled back just enough to make you chase him, smiling through the kiss as you tutted at him, at his smugness. 

“If this makes you happy enough,” Steve murmured against your lips, grinning when you moved to kiss at his chin, his jaw, “I’m more than okay to do this all day.”

You snorted a little, a huff of laugh pressed against the line of his neck and you nipped the skin there to make him shudder. It worked and you pulled back, eyes a little darker than before, a shade that complimented Steve’s, both of your lips kiss bitten and rosy. 

“That’s a really tempting offer,” you told him and you weren’t even kidding, not really, not that much. “But I wanna see the sharks.”

Steve laughed, lips pressed together as he looked at you with so much adoration that it hurt your chest. He reached down to unfasten your seatbelt before doing the same to his, smoothing down your skirt and tucking a wild strand of hair behind your ear. His thumb rubbed a soft line over the high of your cheekbone. 

“Yeah? Sharks?” 

“Sharks,” you confirmed. 

So Steve slung an arm around your shoulders as you crossed the lot, two hands holding his as you stood by his side at the front desk, rolling your eyes when the boy refused to let you pay half. But giddy excitement took over as you walked out of the lobby and into the first room, dark except for the lights in the tanks, blue reflections on the floor, the walls, the sounds of trickling water and absolute peace.

Steve followed a little behind you, smiling fondly as your face lit up and lavender and fuchsia lights painted your face. It turned you cheeks a deeper colour than normal, lavender lips, barbie pink eyelids, eyelashes casting shadows. 

You touched the glass gently with your fingertips, everything about you soft, Steve noted. You watched the jellyfish float up and down, dreamlike in their motions, their slow dance reflected in your eyes. Steve was looking at you again. 

“I could stay here all day,” you told him quietly, a small smile on your face. 

Steve believed you, had watched the tension soften and ease from your shoulders, the weight of the world crumbling away as you watched the light dance off of the water. 

Steve leaned against the tank, a shoulder pressed to the glass so the lilac light scattered itself across his cheek, the slope of his jaw. His brown eyes looked black in the dark room and he was still watching you. You made his heart thump, a little harder than normal, just a little faster than it should. 

“But what about the sharks?” He asked and he grinned when you smiled, body leaning into his to indulge him. 

Steve’s fingertips caught yours, a soft touch, a beckon, a silent: ‘wanna come with me?’ You let him tangle your hand with his, fingers linked. He tilted his head and you followed, both of you walking past the few kids that were silently watching the stingrays float at the bottom of a shallow pool, noses almost touching the water. 

“I think I needed this,” you told Steve, voice sticky with emotion. The week had been hard, sleep not coming all that easy. You leaned into his, cheek pressed to his shoulder as you walked through the dark corridors, posters of sea creatures and underwater plants lining the walls. “This is nice.”

Steve smiled, turning his face to press a kiss to your temple, hand squeezing yours a little tighter. You seemed less tired, eyes a little brighter than he’d seen them in a while. 

“Yeah?” He murmured, pleased by your words. His cheeks were pink but you didn’t dare tease. “Good. I just want you to be happy, babe.”

It felt like your chest caved in at his words, so soft and so kind - so sincere - that your heart hurt. You stopped and tugged him back by the hand, a look of surprise in Steve’s eyes as he gazed at you. 

“C’mere,” you asked quietly, uncaring that you were in front of a tank, a shoal of pink seahorses swimming across coral behind you both. 

You anchored yourself to the boy, hands gripping his waist, fingers twisted into his cotton t-shirt. You pushed onto your toes, chin tilted up and you didn’t need to ask before Steve was leaning down for you, a smile already on his lips, eyes fluttering closed. 

“I’m here,” he whispered and you could hear his happiness in those two words, you could taste the joy. 

“Need to kiss you,” you told him, matter of fact about it and before he could reply, you were pushing your lips to his, a soft sound of delight coming from his chest. 

It was chaste, considering the few people that were milling around, too entranced by the animals to really take notice of two young lovers in the navy shadows. But you took your time with it, caught Steve’s bottom lip between yours, nudged at his cheek with your nose so he would indulge you a little more, leaning down further so you could trap his top lip too. 

He was grinning when you pulled away, a smile that matched yours, pink in the cheeks and the ultraviolet lights in his eyes. 

“What was that for?” Steve asked, before quickly adding, “not that I’m complaining, like, at all.”

You smiled, shy, shrugged and crinkled your nose as if the boy was asking a silly question. “You make me happy.”

You got another kiss in return, just as sweet as the first. 

Steve followed you around the aquarium, almost losing you to the shadows before finding you in the light, your buttercup yellow sundress turned orange in the red spotlights, each one illuminating a tank of deep sea creatures, spindly and strange looked, your nose pressed to the glass and your eyes wide. 

The boy was happy to linger, watching you light up, the quiet of the aquarium easing the crinkle that had lived between your brows for a week or two. You looked pretty, like you always did, but almost too pretty under the glow, the refractions from the water dancing across your bare legs. It was the most innocent kind of joy and Steve couldn’t help but laugh at you when you walked through the shark tunnels, hand in hand and naming each species. 

“This is an almost odd fascination,” he said fondly as you told him all about the dwarf lantern shark, which was apparently as small as a goldfish. “And its belly lights up?” He repeated. 

You nodded, eyes still scanning the roof of the tunnel, the glass glittering against the water and the light. A large nurse shark swam overhead and you grinned. “Yup. Like a glow stick.”

That’s how it went, Steve letting you tug at his hand, holding onto his arm as you pointed out this fish and that shark. You both watched as a small octopus, bright red in colour as it opened a jar, both of you enraptured and heads touching, staring through the glass. 

The aquarium was close to closing as you sat on a bench at the last attraction, a huge domed room that was mostly glass, the only light trickling in from the inside the tank, warm and dim. It lit up the shoals of fish, slow swimming and brightly coloured, the coral on the sandy bed just as pretty. 

Every now and then something big would swim past, casting shadows over the floor, you and Steve, a giant turtle, a stingray or two. It was peaceful, dark and quiet, both of you lit up in navy and green. 

You were watching a fish, something long and flat looking, as it bobbed across the tank floor digging at the sand and rocks. Steve was watching you. 

“Did you know, coral produces its own sunscreen?” you told Steve. You didn’t wait for a reply, eyes on the moving plants, a sunset scene of coloured under the water. “They make their own algae to protect them from sun rays.”

Steve didn’t answer so you tore your eyes away from the clownfish that was darting in and out of the bright pink anemone to look at the boy. 

He was smiling, eyes soft and fond, already looking at you. There was small freckles of light on his cheeks, dancing the same way the water moved, disappearing when a fish swam in front of him. 

“You’re beautiful,” he said. 

His words swallowed you whole, sticky like honey, warm and sweet and his voice was so full of affection for you that you almost didn’t know what to do with yourself. Steve was never shy with compliments and you were well used to them after being with him for so long, even before you were officially together. 

But there was something about the way he was looking at you that made your heart thump, a solid beat beneath your ribs that you swore could be heard out loud. 

You didn’t know what to say, caught off guard and completely enamoured by the boy beside you, with his wild hair and pretty eyes, all soft lips and sharp lines. He had new freckles, tiny dots you could see even in the shadows, ones you were sure he’d received from the day he spent with you out by his pool.

They made him look a little younger, boyish and achingly handsome. 

So you hid from him, cheeks warm and bottom lip tucked between your teeth as you pushed your face to your shoulder, hands covering yourself as you made some strange noises of protest, as if you’d ever dare argue with Steve about it. 

You heard rather than saw him laugh, and then, his fingers wrapped around your wrists, tugging gently. “Don’t hide that pretty face from me,” he chided. “S’all mine.”

Steve pulled and you followed, onto your feet as he took your hands in his and towed you towards his lap. He settled you between his legs, tucked to his chest with his chin on your head, a kiss pressed there as you both watched the underwater world go by. 

You were grinning, beaming, that cheek aching kinda smile that you knew would last until bedtime and when Steve wrapped his arms around your middle and hugged you a little tighter, it only grew in size. He made you dizzy with happiness, turned you into a greedy, little thing that ached for his touch and attention, but oh my god, you’d never experienced joy like it. 

Steve was summer and sunshine and pool days and trips to the aquarium. He was long drives, messy hair, stolen kisses in the shadows and absolutely everything you needed. 

Everything you wanted. 

“Thank you,” you whispered and you wondered if he’d heard, if he could tell just how much you meant it. You felt weightless leaning against him, relaxed for the first time in days. 

But then he was curling down to you, lips on your cheek and you turned so he could catch the corner of your mouth, another kiss there for good measure. 

“Nothin’ to thank me for, baby,” he shrugged but you could tell he was smiling, you could tell he was happy that you were happy. “Jus’ doing my job.”

[cloverdaisies]

FANTASIZE★彡 - K.SW 🎀🩺🌬️

sunwoo! x reader! bartender! ʚїɞ suggestive ! tbz short imagine!

description: “i fantasize about it all the time if you were mine.. ♪” there was something about your coworker that made you want him, maybe it was his cherry red lips or every charming word that slipped from them - whatever it was, you couldn’t resist. ʚїɞ

member: sunwoo x reader

genre: short! mildly suggestive!

SATURDAY NIGHT, 20:45 # PM

Darkness drew over the city, the night lit up with booze and bass lines blasting from every bar in the quarter. The bar you worked at particularly was the space for pre-drinks, with sober party goers coming to drunken themselves up before filling up the clubs later in the night.

Every night you signed yourself in, checked the list of other staff working and everytime you saw Sunwoo written in scruffy hand writing on that sheet your heart beat just a second faster than usual.

Irresistibly attractive, he seemed to be a favorite amongst every customer to waltz through the doors and it’s not hard to see why. With his messy hair, a jaw that could tear paper, dark eyes that produced the most seductive stare and lips that could kiss the most perfect mark on another’s skin. He was probably some reincarnation of the devil’s favorite persuader.

The bar didn’t look particularly busy despite it being a Saturday night, it was usually lined with drunkards begging for another pint but tonight there was only a few customers to serve.

“Hi.” You walked onto the bar greeting Sunwoo, as he was pouring a pint of beer into a glass from one of the pumps. You observed his hands, the veins running up them, leading to his thin long fingers which were wrapped around the beer glass.

“Hello.” He replied with a bright tone, briefly looking up to send you a smile as he carried on serving customers. It was a gorgeous grin that sent serotonin running wild around your brain, everything else in your body urging you not to just collapse right there and then.

Since tonight didn’t seem to be getting any busier, whilst Sunwoo served you grabbed a mop to wipe down the bar before a possible rush came in. You began swiping up the bar, managing to get every spot but under the shelf where Sunwoo was stood.

“Can I just get where you are?” You asked politely, he replied with a quick “sure thing” as he was still between pouring a drink. He stepped back hand still under the beer pump finishing the pint, you slid past him to mop the missed patch, almost stopping your whole pulse, he placed his free hand on your waist as you got past. A light touch that sent warmth, running through every stream of blood in your body. You could feel the silver bands of rings wrapped his finger make contact with your spine, it felt like magic.

With red ears, you quickly finished up the job and put the mop back in its place, fighting every instinct within you to not just grab his shirt and pull him into the back and put all this pent up tension to rest.

For the rest of the night, the bar continued at a slow pace, which was unusual for a Saturday. However it only meant you could close up earlier, an early bed time wasn’t on your list on complaints at all.

The door swang open last minute, causing yours and Sunwoo’s attention to move to the entrance where a girl in a pretty pink party dress sauntered in confidently.

“Hey baby.” She sat on the front of the bar stools, opening her purse and asking for a quick pint to which Sunwoo huffed out in frustration.

“What’s wrong with you? We’re going out tonight, cheer up. Jeez.” She shook her head, as he pulled out a glass to pour. You felt nothing but anger pool at the bottom of your stomach, acknowledging how she’d spoke to him like dirt.

“I told you already, you can go out. I’m not going anywhere.” Before she could reply to that statement, the ale pump began dropping and spurting. “Ah shit, we’re out of ale, I gotta go change the keg.” Sunwoo sighed as he checked the pumps, needing to have them ready for the morning staff to use.

“I’ll come take out the old barrel.” You followed him down to the cellar, conveniently the only place in the entire bar without cctv attached to every corner. Plus moving one of those massive metal barrels tended to be a two man job anyway.

“Is that your girlfriend?” You scoffed, sitting on top of one of the crates in the drinks cellar, it was enjoyable watching how he made the heavy lifting look as if it was easy, the way his muscles flexed poking out of his short sleeved shirt.

“Unfortunately.” He replied briefly, trying to focus on the job at hand but miserably failing as he caught sight of the way your legs looked, your skirt having rode up as you sat down.

“Then why is she your girlfriend if it’s unfortunate?” You taunted him, with a laugh, trying to make light of the fact he was letting himself be dragged around like a poor dog on a leash.

“Ehh. She wasn’t always like that.” He dusted off his hands, standing up straight to look at you with those familiar piercing eyes.

“Mmm. If you’re unhappy you should let her know.” You simply suggested, watching him roll his eyes as if he hasn’t heard that statement a thousand times already.

“You don’t think I haven’t?” He cocked his head, giving it a crack, which exposed his neck in the most attractive way you’d ever seen a man move.

“Do better.” Your voice dropped to be more sultry, taunting him again as you jumped down from the crate to your back against the metal shelves behind you.

“Better?” He laughed in annoyance walking closer towards you, with slow daunting steps that raised your pulse to the maximum, anticipating the worst you backed as much as you could up to the shelf.

“I think I could do much better right now.” He was dangerously close, so close you could feel the warmth of his fire chest the fresh scent of his breath and cologne mixing into to this masculine heat that sent all of your natural instincts wild. You looked up at him with your sparkling eyes, that sent him into heaven every time he caught.

“Fuck sake. I can’t do thi-” Before he could finish that unforgivable whine you grabbed him by his collar and smashed your lips on to his. Fire sparking between you both, hips crashing into one and others as he firmly gripped on to your waist his hands threatening to travel lower. All of your fantasies about this man, coming true in one moment, as things began to get more and more heated.

You broke things up, looking up at him with awkward eyes that only riled him up more, it took everything within him to tear himself away from you, you were absolute poison to him, you only made him more and more weak every time he laid eyes on you.

“You’re gonna kill me one day.” He grunted, smiling slightly towards the end of the sentence, a sly smirk that drove you wild. He was a dangerous case, you knew that from his every move, however it was impossible to resist.

a/n: how i feel after writing this! 😵‍💫 DIZZY… he’s more delulu than us… fr… also ari better release fantasize ik she’s kinda cancelled atm but that song is absolutely unreal… i’m a sucker for anything with a britney sound… KIM SUNWOO YOU WILL KILL ME MF!!!

[pastafossa]

Charlie Cox experience at Philly Fan Expo 2023

So LET”S TALK ABOUT ME MEETING CHARLIE. I’m actually going to make two posts - this one just about my experiences with Charlie, because they were incredibly meaningful and deserve their own post, and then another one about the rest of the con!

I’m going to talk about Charlie first, because of how amazing the experience was, one of the best I’ve had, especially at the autograph table. I’ve done photos, gotten autographs and such before from other celebs - from niche voice actors I loved to people like David Tennant - but this felt Really Really Big. Obviously, I was nervous as all hell because holy shit Charlie Cox, my favorite actor whose work altered the course of my life. I won’t lie - I’d been practicing what to say to him in case I freaked out, but I’m happy to say that everyone who reassured me it would go great, because he was so, so genuine and kind, were right.

The photo op happened first (and thank you to everyone on tumblr guiding me where to go, cause I was LOST about where that was happening), and that went fast. By that point in the con hall, I’d already ditched my Jessica Jones jacket and gloves cause holy shit it’s hot and I am a creature of snow and ice, and my hair was a mess, but honestly I didn’t care, cause there he is. You don’t get long, but he made the most of it and he was SO sweet. Ya’ll, he asked my name, said my name as he shook my hand, and called me ‘my dear’ in that beautiful voice.

I was literally on the moon, but it was time for the big question:

Will he hold the red thread from TRT?

So in a quiet, nervous, soft author voice, I asked, ‘would you be ok with holding this end of the thread?’

HE FUCKING DID.

HE HELD IT.

HE HELD. THE. RED. THREAD.

I’m fairly certain he doesn’t know about the fic at this point - he wasn’t sure where to hold it until I told him, but he loved that it lit up! AND THEN HE PUT HIS ARM AROUND ME AND I GOT TO PUT MY ARM AROUND HIM BACK.

I’m fairly certain I’m dead in the photo. My soul had left my body. I had ascended. I saw Jesus and he looked like Charlie. I had achieved fic author heights never imagined. My brain filled with enough serotonin and dopamine to sink a ship. I didn’t care that I was hot and sweaty or that my hair was messy or that my cosplay didn’t work out like I’d planned. I had been blessed.

also look at that forearm holy shit

I floated outta that gd room ya’ll. I’m pretty sure @wonderlandmind4​ did the same. WE FROLICKED OUT OF THAT HALL LIKE

But things got even better at the autograph table, and I had one of the most touching experiences ever.

not me tearing up thinking about it.

That line was long, but I kept getting glimpses of him and I could already tell he was enjoying interacting with people, and he was making sure everyone got their bit of time with him instead of letting anyone rush people through. He was so happy looking, laughing and grinning, high fives and fist bumps for kids, chatting with fans. Which made me feel a little more confident.

I know some people wondered if I’d tell him about TRT, and I’d already decided I wasn’t going to. Instead, I really, really wanted just a second to tell him what his work as Daredevil had meant for me, as someone who became disabled around the same time Matt did as a kid, and who related to... a lot of what Matt went through in the show. I’d practiced it over and over again, and there was only a fifty percent chance I wouldn’t start crying while telling him, and I wasn’t even sure I’d have time to tell him depending on how much time we had.

He made time.

I got up to him with my art print holy shit he’s even more beautiful in person and his eyes are STUNNING. He said hi, and asked my name so he could personalize the autograph if I wanted (DUH, YES PLEASE), and he apologized about the line after we shook hands. I jokingly told him it was fine since I’d driven hours to get here. A little time in line wasn’t a bother. He even loved one of the buttons on my lanyard - the button of Matt wearing a heart crown specifically! And as he was writing, I knew this was my chance to tell him. He was still signing, so I just decided to go for it in case I ran out of time.

“I just wanted to tell you,” I said quietly, “as someone who became disabled as a kid around the same age as Matt did—”

And then he did something I didn’t expect, something I’d rarely seen anyone do, famous or not, and something I’d never had an actor or artist do for me.

He immediately set down the pen, leaned in close over the table, and made direct eye contact, while giving me the most genuine, gentle, encouraging smile I’d ever seen.

In that moment, I knew everything in him was listening, that he cared about what I was about to say and recognized that this was important to me, and that he’d closed the distance to make this conversation just... us. It felt personal in a way I’ve never experienced at a con or signing.  

Just like that, I wasn’t afraid to tell him what I’d wanted to.

“And as someone who related to... a lot of what Matt went through, his struggles in the show, and especially the dark parts of season 3,” I said, more confidently now, “I wanted you to know that all the work you put in, the way you played it, the way you played Matt and treated it seriously, seeing that helped me process and heal from a lot of my own trauma and pain over what I’ve gone through with my illnesses. What you did was important and it really helped me. So I wanted you to know that, how much that meant to me, and to say thank you.”

The whole time I spoke to him, he kept direct eye contact, and didn’t look away once. He didn’t get antsy, or look like he wanted me to hurry up (which I’d have understood, cause damn, these are long days for him). He listened, fully engaged and leaning in, his eyes warm and soft and kind but incredibly serious. I’m not sure how often he’s been told something like this—a lot, I expect; his portrayal was just that good, and I know it was important to a lot of fans—but what I was trying to tell him clearly meant something to him. I felt heard, seen, and understood.

Charlie really does care about his fans. It isn’t an act. I’m sure of it now.

“Thank you, truly,” he said, just as quietly but with that honest smile, eye crinkles and all, and seeing it in person, that close up, I swear the room felt ten times brighter. “Thank you for coming to tell me that. It means a lot, the idea that something I did meant so much and that it could help you. I’m so grateful that you were able to come visit and tell me.”

We shook hands after that. He wished me a good day and I told him thank you again, and that was that. The interaction only lasted maybe a minute, but it meant the absolute world to me, as did what he’s done as Daredevil. And now he knows that.

[merowkittie]

Valentine’s Day — Peter Parker

Summary: Valentine’s Day with Peter is always amazing.

Warnings: mentions of sex/other than that just fluff <3

(Take this as your Valentine’s Day special <3 you have another one cooking up but it’ll be late ><!) also I know it’s short but bare with me.. life is busy sometimes :(

Your eyes flitted across Peters face. He looked peaceful for once. It was nice seeing him relaxed without any bruises on his face and pained noises escaping his mouth.

His arms were wrapped around your bare waist tightly. You could still see the crescent shaped nail marks you made on his skin from the intimacy you two shared a few hours ago.

Peter and you stayed home all day. Cooking heart shaped pancakes, him giving you flowers, dancing to the record player, and the love making after tied it all together. It was nothing but sweet and gentle.

Peter was always gentle with you but today? Today felt so different. Maybe because it was Valentine’s Day and he always anticipates these days because he wants to make it better each year. The sex on that day? Mind blowing.

You hummed as you continued to stare at him. Your hand found his hair, running your fingers through his soft messy head of hair. He had such a cute bed head but he didn’t like when you called it that cause In his words, he’s not cute.

Sighs escaped your lips as the boy began to stir. A slight smile played on his face. You began to smile as you saw the light of the setting sun fall onto his face. “My beautiful boy.. you make me so happy..”

The words that escaped your mouth were sudden and you’d only hope it made its way to his ears and his brain received the words of serotonin.

Your fingers danced across his cheek bones and landed on the slope of his nose. You giggled as he scrunched his nose up at the feeling. Your fingers landed on his top lip and slid down slowly to his bottom.

They were red and slightly parted. You could feel his breathe slightly hit your finger. Then all of a sudden Peter bit it.

“Pete!” You squealed as you felt his tongue start to lick the tip of your finger.

He grinned at you as he let it go and you wiped it onto him. Peter shook his head at you and kissed your cheek.

“Maybe if you stop being a creep and watch me sleep I wouldn’t do things like that to you.” His smile was as bright as ever as he teased you.

You pouted at him and pushed his shoulder roughly, “..how long were you up?”

He raised an eyebrow at you and you groaned loudly. “Enough to hear you call me beautiful. Thanks babe.” He winked at you.

Your pout only grew worse as he continued to stare at you in the silence of the room.

You felt him move around and he sat up, grabbing your hips to pull you on his waist. You put your head on his chest and felt the dull lull of his heart beat against your ear.

“I’m glad I make you happy..” the sound of your name came out soothingly, His heartbeat started to increase with each word. “I feel like I can do anything with you, you know? I feel like I can just be silly and let go when I’m with you. You make me the happiest man ever.” Your name came out again in a hushed whisper only for your ears to hear.

His hand gripped the nape of your neck. The soft curls on it, tangling around his fingers. He pressed a kiss on your hairline and you sighed.

“Peter.. I love you so much, dork.” You laughed at the gasp that escaped his mouth.

He shook his head and inhaled deeply.

“Happy Valentines Day.” He whispered into your ear.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, my baby.”

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I know the end is a little shitty but! Happy Valentine’s Day Honey <3 YOURE very much loved ok? Valentine’s Day is not a Holiday where you just celebrate it with a significant other, it’s all about caring and being there for everyone or just someone you love. Spend it with your family or friends ;)

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY XOXO

[sadhours]

“I look for love in all the wrong places”

prequel to wicked sensations

a/n: this is my present to you all for 300 followers!!!! Thank you so much for enjoying my series. i hope i dont make y'all too sad with this one

word count: 3.7k

warnings: 18+ minors dni, messy Billy, sad billy, abuse mention, addiction, underage drinking, drug use, cocaine, marijuana, brief smut, Neil, homophobic slurs, sexism, angst lots of angst. This was sad to write.

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taglist: @blue-eyed-lion @bbyhargrove @sweet-villain @actuallyspencerreid @trapistani @sierrahhh @likeanimagepassingby2

Fingernails stained yellow from nicotine, Billy brings yet another Marlboro Red to his lips while Jennifer pours him another another shot of Jameson. He’s been here every single night for the past three months, the days bleed together but he’s under the impression he’s having a good time. Every evening folds out the same way and Billy likes a rigid routine. The liquor goes down without so much as a wince, the fiery sensation spreading down his throat and over his entire body. A comforting, numb warmth that’s become his most favorite feeling. In fact, Billy couldn’t go a day without it now. There’s a necessity to it, some might call it an addiction, but Billy thought it made the beatings guaranteed to him more bearable, therefore it’s a form of protection. Getting sucker punched by his dad didn’t hurt as much when he couldn’t feel anything.

The next bit of routine was also made certain by a woman double his age cornering him every night. Not usually the same woman, but always one old enough to be his mother. They’d all kind of bled together, dyed hair, heavy makeup and the same pickup lines. Are you old enough to be in here? or What’s a young handsome man like you doing alone in a place like this? And Billy would accept their advances every time, looking for attention anyway he could get it. Sometimes he wished he didn’t like compliments. The way these broads looked at him and talked to him made Billy feel powerful.

Tonight was no different, a woman he pegs to be roughly 40 situating herself between him and the jukebox as he’s flipping through songs.

Turning on the charm, Billy smirks, “Well, hi. Just what I was looking for.”

It’s a lie, he likes getting off and these women provide an escape but he always feels disgusting afterwards, so he drinks more to bring the numbness back. Regardless, he continues repeating the cycle.

“Does your mother know you’re here?” the woman teases and luckily Billy’s buzzed enough for it not to sting and spiral him into another episode. She never knows where she is. And he wonders where she is all the time.

“I’m a big boy,” he retorts, leaning closer to the woman.

She gives him what he thinks was supposed to be seductive laugh but it’s a little too deep and it brings him out of the moment, panic rising through his throat while he realizes this bar is dark and he can’t really be sure if he’s attracted to her.

Then she lifts up a tiny baggie filled halfway with an off white substance he’s beginning to indulge in most nights, “Want some?”

Billy knows he shouldn’t, he knows he’ll wake up tomorrow with the emptiest feeling in his chest that’ll drive him to chase after good feelings but no matter what, he won’t be able to get his serotonin back up for days. Nevertheless, he nods and follows the woman to the dingy, sticky men’s bathroom. She locks the door behind her and dumps a bit of the baggie out onto the toilet paper holder. Billy begins to think about what other disgusting substances have been on it as she cuts them each a line and pulls out a rolled dollar bill. He goes first, needing the courage from the drug to follow through with what this woman really wants. He snorts the cocaine, standing and hands her the dollar bill while he rubs his nostril with the back of his hand. He tastes the drip immediately as the warm numbness begins to wash over his mouth and descend down the rest of him. Then the excitement comes, his heart pounding out of his chest while he’s filled with a newfound confidence that was languidly slipping away minutes before. He watches as she snorts her line and when she’s finished, he hitches her foot up onto the toilet and undoes his pants. He fucks her quick and hard, glancing away when she turns her head to look at him. He doesn’t give a shit if it hurts her feelings. Billy pulls out and cums on her thighs.

He tucks himself in his jeans and tells her, “Thanks, sweetheart.”

However that’s not their only interaction of the night, like a fiend, Billy keeps returning to snort all the blow she has and let’s her buy him drinks all night. She gives him a crumpled napkin with her number on it and he purposefully misses his pocket, dropping it on the dirty bar floor.

As per his routine, he doesn’t stumble out of the bar until it’s closed and he drunkenly attempts to help Jennifer close it up. He drops a barstool on the bar only for it to come tumbling back down on his face, pushing him to the floor with it.

“Alright, Billy…” Jennifer sighs, “I think I can manage it myself. Get home safe, kid.”

He does, though he won’t remember the drive in the morning. His body crashes through his window, face planting on the hardwood floor and from where he lies, he can see a light flicking on from the crack under the door.

“Shit,” he mumbles, grappling to his knees and pressing his palms into his thighs.

He’s pleasantly surprised when a small redhead opens his bedroom door with wide eyes. His intoxicated smile falters when he hears Susan’s voice calling out for her.

“Sorry!” Max calls out, “Bumped into something. It was dark.”

“Go to bed!” his Dad yells and Max turns off the hall light after glaring at her drunken step brother. She closes his door and retreats back to her room.

She was a little shit but she was a really good sister, covering for Billy whenever she could. He stands to his feet and turns on his lamp, looking in the mirror to see his lip and nose are bloodied from either the barstool or the face plant, he’s not sure. He sighs, wiping his face with his sleeve before collapsing in his bed, succumbing to a hard sleep.

He’s not sure how long he’s been out when he wakes up, having no idea what time he even got home. But his heads killing him and the post cocaine blues hits hard, flashes of the older woman piercing his brain. He groans, reaching under his bed for a warm can of beer and sits up. He cracks the beer open and gulps it down, reaching for his pack of Marlboros to discover he smoked every single one last night. He winces as he stands up from bed, dropping the empty beer can to the collection strewn across his floor. He peeks out the window to see his Camaro parked halfway on the lawn and he cringes.

Billy strides to the bathroom, keeping the light off as he reaches for the rinsing cup and fills it with tap water. He drinks it and fills it again, repeating the process until his stomach churns and empties into the toilet. Over and over. Billy’s not a quiet puker either. He knows whoever is home can hear it but it’s common, they’ve got to be used to it. After collecting himself, he stares at his reflection in the dirty mirror and dim lighting seeping in from the tiny vent window. His lip is swollen, he’s got dried blood under his nose and massive bags under his eyes.

“God,” he groans before splashing water into his face. He braces himself as he exits, glancing up and down the hall before strolling back to his room. Before he can get there, he hears Susan’s hushed voice and he freezes.

“He’s a problem, Neil. Stumbling in at ungodly hours and he always reeks of alcohol,” she whispers.

“I know,” Neil responds, “I don’t know what else I can do.”

Billy shuts his bedroom door quietly, not wanting to hear the rest of the conversation. He digs through the pile of dirty clothes on the floor for a pair of jeans, pulling them over his legs and hopping into the rest them. He grabs a white muscle shirt, bringing it to his nose and wincing at the stench. He keeps digging through the pile until he settles on a black muscle tank instead. Then his phone rings, the shrill pitch of it sending a shockwave of sharp pain through his head.

“Jesus Christ,” he mumbles, lifting it off the hook to be greeted by his girlfriend. Oh, shit, he’d forgotten he had one.

“Veronica, calm down,” he groans, slipping his Converse on. “Yeah, yeah, I know. I was busy.”

“Busy?!” she yells, “We had a fucking date, William.”

“Ugh, don’t fucking call me that,” he looks in the mirror, fixing his hair with what little energy he has. “Listen, I’ll be at your house in twenty. Bring weed.”

“You’re gonna make this up to me, Billy. I’m so sick of you leaving me high and dry.”

“Whatever you want, baby,” he quips sarcastically before hanging up, hopping out his window and stealthily strutting to his car. He speeds off down the street before Neil and Susan can run outside to stop him. He takes a detour, stopping at a gas station to fill up his car and retrieve the ever needed pack of Marlboro Reds. “Ya know what, give me a shooter of Jack,” he adds, handing a wad of cash to the clerk who despite his disheveled appearance gives him fluttery eyelashes and blushed cheeks.

“Thanks, sweetheart,” he winks to the girl as he shoves his change in his pocket. When he’s back in his car, he downs the shot and lights a cigarette before filling up his tank.

-

“You said twenty minutes,” Veronica scolds as she gets in the front seat, her blonde hair pristinely styled in big curls.

Billy snorts, “Hey, I showed up.”

“Yeah and you fucking reek of booze,” she complains. Billy shrugs, speeding off down the street. He whips through the neighborhoods, ignoring Veronica’s incessant yelling to slow down. He wonders why she even likes him, all she ever does is complain. He arrives to their usual spot, a parking lot a ways out that faces the ocean, no shore beneath it.

“Where were you last night?” she demands, sounding like a parent. She’s always like this. Well, she wasn’t at first. She liked Billy’s danger at the beginning, she used to call him wild child. She used to laugh hard at all his jokes and sing at the top of her lungs with him to his cassettes. She used to look at him with stars in her eyes. She used to love him.

“I was hanging out with Jennifer,” he deflects, not mentioning the coke or the middle aged woman he’d fucked without a second thought.

“You know she thinks you’re a loser, right?” Veronica reveals and Billy doesn’t doubt it. He knows he’s been going a little overboard since Susan and Max moved in. He know his dad grew to truly despise his mom over the years but he never dated another woman until he met Susan. Billy didn’t want to subject his mom to more abuse but he selfishly wished she’d come back, that they’d get back together.

“You are a loser, Billy,” Veronica seethes, “You’re turning into a total fucking burn out. We don’t even surf anymore.”

Billy takes the verbal censure. He always does, he’s heard the words so much they don’t even sting anymore. He no longer cares that he’s a huge wasting, disappointment to everyone around him.

“Did you bring the weed?” he asks, unbothered by the dumbfounded look on his girlfriends face.

She heaves a sigh and digs through her purse, imparting the bag of weed to Billy. He takes it, opening up his glovebox to grab his rolling papers. He grinds the weed between his fingers, hovering above the open paper, using his pinky to disperse the broken up buds. He rolls it expertly, eying his blonde counterpart as he licks up the side of the paper before sealing it up.

“Voila,” he sings, proudly holding up the joint to admire his handiwork. He brings it to his lips, flicking his zippo up to light it. He takes a deep hit, choking lightly as it stings his throat before offering it to Veronica. “I didn’t put any tobacco in it, just for you.”

“Oh, you’re so kind,” she sneers, her expression frozen in indignation. God, she’s such a bitch, Billy thinks.

He won’t let her ruin his high, he needs this. He’s gotta charge up before he can head back over to the bar.

“Do you even have a job anymore?” she wonders, venom lacing the question.

Billy snatches the joint from her lips before she can take a second hit, “I do. I work tomorrow.”

He dreads to think about doing any strenuous labor with a hangover. Maybe he’ll claim window washing and tire pressure duty when he arrives. His boss is getting suspicious of him, though. The other day, he made a snide comment about Billy having a long night when he locked himself in the bathroom to spew for thirty minutes.

“Good. Our anniversary is coming up,” she reminds Billy, “I expect jewelry.”

He bogarts the joint, not passing it when he’s supposed to. He sucks more than half of it down before she notices.

“Hey! Give it here, it’s mine anyhow.”

Billy obliges, turning the stereo out and shoving a Metallica cassette into it and turning the dial to tune out any more of her whining.

Luckily, the joint seems to get to Veronica and she’s quiet for a while. Billy gets to admire the waves, the vastness of the ocean as the blue of it fades into the sky. It always calms him, helps him forget about Neil, Susan and Veronica. He can stare at it and even forget he exists.

Alright, he’s pretty stoned.

All part of his rigid routine, Veronica moves to the backseat and pulls him with her. He lays her down and hovers above her, his head fuzzy while they awkwardly situate themselves. It’s rushed, quick and to the point. Like it always is. She’s a means to an end and he is to her.

When they’re done, she tells him he needs to get a grip before Senior year starts in two weeks. He ignores it, Billy thinks he’s doing just fine. He wouldn’t have his life any other way.

-

He takes it easy that night. Which means he still stumbles through his window drunkenly but he’s not blackout drunk. He remembers the panic of the drive home, constantly checking his rearview mirror but blue and red lights. He showers after his morning hurl. Standing under the hot water a moment too long, making him late for his shift.

He grabs his work shirt from his backseat and begrudgingly makes his way into the garage, clocking in under the judgmental eyes of his boss.

“I know,” he mutters before he can be ridiculed, “I slept through my alarm. Won’t happen again.”

Unfortunately, Drew beats him to calling window washing and tire pressure checks. Billy’s stuck downstairs draining oil. It’s so hot down there, he yaks a few more times during the day. On his drive home, he’s particularly introspective. Finding he’s actually disappointed in himself for the heavy drinking and late nights.

When he walks into the door, he’s met with his dad, Susan, Max and his grandparents sitting around the table. An intervention? Seriously?

Billy groans, barreling through them to his room. Neil’s quick to follow, pounding on the door when it’s slammed in his face.

“William Ocean Hargrove, get your ass out here now!” Neil bellows behind the think particle board. Billy revels in his mom giving him that middle name, forcing his dad to say it whenever he was pissed and no doubt bringing Billy’s wild-spirited mother to his mind.

Billy opens the door. “I’m covered in oil. Let me change,” he spits at his dad before slamming the door again.

“Neil,” Susan says pointedly.

He hears his dads footsteps walking away and he glances to his window, debating if he should run away again. He’s embarrassed with his grandparents sitting there and he’s sure Neil won’t hit him in front of them. Not until they leave.

He changes into a clean pair of clothes before making his entrance out, standing in front of five pairs of concerned eyes. He heaves a sigh and motions to them, “Go ahead. Tell me how my life’s going down the shitter and I’m a huge fucking disappointment to all of you.”

He thinks it’s unfair Max and Susan are here. They’ve known Billy all of six months. They don’t fucking know him yet they’re trying to be family. Well, as far as Billy was concerned he had no fucking family. This house, these people, they had no warmth. They didn’t truly give a shit about him, they just wanted to control him, didn’t want people to look at them differently because he was an embarrassment.

“Billy…” Susan starts and he laughs.

“Listen, I barely fucking know you. You can’t waltz into my life and expect to be my fucking mother. You aren’t and you’ll never be,” he spits.

“Maybe I should start…” his grandmother says and it breaks his heart. She was the tiniest bit of solace in his life. She was the escape when things had gotten too bad. When Neil couldn’t even fathom looking at Billy, he would ship him off to his parents. He spent every summer there until he was fourteen. Then Neil wanted him working.

Billy sits down at his grandmothers request, his breathing labored as he’s stricken with guilt.

“Honey… we’re all so worried about you. Your dad tells me you’re never home, you’re drinking all night and,” she can’t finish, choking out a sob as she looks to her disheveled grandson.

Billy feels tears threatening his eyes but he’s quickly reminded about all the times Neil bullied him for crying. Calling him a faggot, a fairy, a pansy, every name in the book. He told him men don’t cry. Last I checked you didn’t have a vagina, he’d said. Billy steadies his breathing. He won’t cry, he can’t cry.

“Your behavior is unacceptable, son,” Neil chimes in and Billy keeps his face stoic, doesn’t want anyone to know how deeply he’s hurting inside.

“You’re a bad influence on Max,” Susan says quietly and Billy feels his blood boil. He never agreed to being any kind of influence on her. He never agreed to having them forced into his life.

Billy doesn’t speak, he stares at four consecutive holes in the table and remembers how they got there, his dad stabbing his fork into the table during a heated argument at dinner when Susan and Max had first moved in. He wonders if they’ve even considered why Billy is acting out. He assumes not, his feelings never a concern of theirs.

“This has to change,” Susan pleads.

Neil puffs his chest out, “William.”

Billy knows what his dad is getting at, looking up at him and holding his domineering stare.

“We’ve got a solution. We’re moving,” Neil informs him, “I’ve already got a job lined up.”

“What?” Billy asks, hurt present on his voice and then panic, “Where?”

“Indiana,” Susan states.

Indiana? No ocean. No waves. No calmness. No one he knows. He’ll be even more alone. Billy’s stomach churns, the emptiness of it of no concern to the bile rising in his throat. He abruptly moves up from the table, stomping to the bathroom where he collapses in front of toilet, and he heaves. The fluorescent yellow fluid forcing its way up his throat, burning his eyes and tearing up his airways.

He rests his cheek against the seat, unmoving as he realizes his life is over. Neil can control him better so far away. He’ll be so isolated from everything he knows and loves so well.

-

Billy stares at his Camaro packed to the brim with his belongings. It’s so wrong. The October breeze chills him as his eyes fall on the scratch along the side of the midnight blue finish. Veronica keyed his car and he’d attempted his best to buff it out but it was still faintly there. A reminder that he’d lived up to her shitty expectations of him.

Neil pats his shoulder, “We’ll get that fixed in Hawkins.”

He was annoyingly chipper since the intervention, clearly excited at the prospect of a completely isolated Billy.

“Max is riding with you,” he shoots his soon a pointed look. “Can’t have you running off.”

Billy sighs, realizing just how trapped he is.

This is it. He gazes back to the house he’d grown up in, his chest stinging at how unalive it looks. He stands outside of his car and looks around while Max sits in his front seat. His feet are stuck. He can’t possibly move them.

“Billy! Let’s get a move on! We’re on a schedule!” his dad calls from his truck and Susan honks from the U-Haul.

Fucking bitch.

Billy cries quietly as he drives away from home, not caring that Max can see it. He fucking loathed her and her mother for doing this to him. He doesn’t say a single word to her the entire drive. He doesn’t speak to any of them when they sleep in motels where Billy’s given a pillow and small throw blanket to sleep on the floor in each one. He’s disassociated the entire three days it takes to drive there.

He thinks Indiana is ugly and he’s unbelievably distraught when he sees the size of Hawkins. A town like this, everyone knows each other which means higher expectations from Neil. They drive past the school, Max commenting about how that’s where they’ll go, and Billy remains silent. The only bright side is no one will know who he is so he can be anyone he wants. And he’ll be damned if he’s not worshipped in this town by the end of his first week here.

a/n: thank you so much for reading. i really appreciate all the love i'm getting for the series. i hope you enjoyed this lil look into billy's life before the move

[stellanslashgeode]

My ship didn’t get past the first round of the @sapphicstarwars rare pair voting but that’s okay. I’ve got a crack team of lawyers coming up with objections and am planning a rally (it will be wild) but until then I thought I would post a snippet from Sundari Accelerando.

It was the deepest sleep she had experienced since that terrible night of loss. Possibly since before Petranaki Arena. She felt a little warm, granted. But not uncomfortably so. No, it was more emotionally and physically spent. Oxidized serotonin sloshing around her nervous system. A patina of salt painted uneven across her bare skin. Her mind and body were like a landscape after a storm had passed someone would clean up the broken branches later. She smelled… chamomile and hair dye?

She opened here eyes and saw a head of messy purple hair. She had been sleeping on her side and Sergeant Rook of the Kyr’tsad was all snuggled up next to her like a nuzzle shrew in its cozy den. Her arm was tucked up under hers as if she were hugging it. Long, deep breaths. Legs tucked in and crossed. She seemed more at peace than Barriss.

She took great care to extricate her arm and gradually sit up without disturbing her. Her head felt a bit swimmy once she was upright. She swung her feet onto the floor, knocking over a foam container of instant blue noodles that one of them had prepared in the middle of the night.

She took a last look down at Kast before rising. She looked softer and more feminine in this pose, without the extra bulk of her armor. Barriss let out a deep breath and left to find where they tossed her clothes.

She put on her armor as well, maybe in a vain hope that the Karta Beksar would protect her heart for what was to come. She padded quietly, glad that her artificial foot had a rubberized sole, over to the cockpit to bring the ship out of low power mode.

“What are you doing?”

“Prepping the engines.”

“Another sensor sweep?”

“I need to get back to check on the wounded.”

“Oh…”

Kast joined her, going over to the navigation console and flipping some switches. Barriss looked over her shoulder. “Sergeant Rook, you are out of uniform.”

“In my defense, officer, it wasn’t my doing.”

She watched her for a moment, trying not to ogle. Quite a bit perplexed. Barriss always had a different posture, carried herself differently when nude. Hugging her chest, stooped. It was discordant to her seeing someone carry herself as comfortable as if fully clothed.

“Could you put something on? Please?”

Kast gestured with her palms turned upward. Barriss struggled to maintain eye contact and not to dwell on her toned belly, that muscle definition line running down from her hip bones to her thighs. “Why? Did we receive guests recently?”

Barriss turned her attention back to the flight controls. She heard an exasperated sigh behind her. “Fine!”

They called out their tasks to each other for their post-docking shutdown, then Barriss unbuckled her restraints and made her way out the cockpit.

“That’s it, you’re just going to leave?”

“I’ve got places do be. Why, should I stay so you can torment me more?”

“If that’s what you want to call it. It doesn’t matter, I’ve already won.”

“Pardon?”

“I defeated your Jetii inhibitions, inspired you to rut like a victorious Mando after conquest. Took less time than I had imagined.”

Barriss glared at her. “I’m sure you’re pretty pleased with yourself.”

Kast picked a strand of hair off her nightshirt. “When’s the next patrol?”

“I guess I’ll let you know.”

“You’ll be back. Now that you’ve had a taste you’ll be back for more.”

“Hardly. Goodbye!” She stormed away. Then somehow found herself back in the cockpit giving Kast another passionate kiss despite herself. She exhaled. Gave her one last peck. “Right.” Then departed.

Rook Kast watched the Jetii make her way across the docking bay. She took Barriss’ headband out of her pocket and felt the stretchy fabric between her fingers before making her way to the refresher to wash up.

[sunshines-bee-farm]

Cotton Candy Skies [Agere Minecraft Fic] [APTR AU]

Trigger warnings: fighting [happy ending]

PUDDLES WATCHED. 

Over the course of his months with Star and Oliver, he did a lot of watching. Watching that soft voice overtake Oliver’s throat as he came close and helped Star ease into her regression. She didn’t regress voluntarily, like Puddles did, rather it happened as a trauma response or just her brain deciding she needed some serotonin. Puddles saw it first hand one night, when Star and him got into a fight. 

“I just feel so… pushed aside,” he had admitted, and Star got defensive. 

“We literally asked you to move in.” 

“I know, but…” He cringed. He was bad at expressing himself. He never made any sense. 

“I just don’t understand what more I could do to make you feel like you’re part of the family.” 

Part of the family. He stared at her, suddenly angry. “What?” 

“What more do you need?” 

“Part of the family?” He repeated, standing. 

Oliver wasn’t home. He had run out to do some late-night hunting, as they were almost out of food. He wasn’t there to step in. 

“I’m not part of anything. I eat dinner alone in my room.” 

“Dinner that Oliver cooks,” Star argued. 

“I play by myself.” 

“With my toys!” 

“I never asked for your toys!” 

She stood, too, crossing her arms. Her breathing was coming out quick, erratic. “This is so unfair, you’re making me feel so bad and we— we let you move in, I don’t—”

Puddles flinched. He didn’t want to make her feel bad. His whole intention here was to convey his feelings. He was never good at that, though. He always made people feel bad, which was why he had to stop conveying his feelings, immediately. It was never worth it. 

He should’ve stayed silent. 

Because now Star was hyperventilating and snapping angry, mean words, until Oliver burst the door down and ran over to her. He spared Puddles a glance, once Puddles merely caught through wet eyes, and he could have sworn Oliver looked worried. But it was just hope, as always. Because he picked up Star and carried her into their bedroom. The door shut. 

And he was once again alone. 

So he went back to watching. Watching the hand on the small of Star’s back, pulling her close so he could hug her. Watched the pride in his eyes as he accepted a coloring Star did for him, messy and imperfect and so cute. Watched them stumble out of the bedroom in the morning, when she’s big and they have stars in their eyes but only for each other. 

Puddles had only had one caregiver in the past. An older man who he couldn’t remember the name of. They were together for four months, and it was the worst four months of Puddles life, disguised as the best. Most people who had been through something similar to Puddles swore off caregivers, partners, the like. The difference was Puddles saw that his experience was not universal. Puddles saw, through Oliver, there were good caregivers out there. 

Just not for him. 

Puddles stopped sleeping in his bed. He didn’t know why. He just did. Somehow he found it unbearable to be beneath the soft covers, reaching his paw out endlessly for ghosts under the sheets. He curled up inside Star’s toybox, full of plushies and hard blocks that dug into his sides, and somehow a blanket always ended up over him by morning. Star made a comment about it being his nest. He didn’t mind. She didn’t sound like she did, either. 

One day Puddles didn’t get out of bed. He didn’t know why. He just didn’t want to. And no one asked him to. So why would he? 

It wasn’t until it was dark again when there was a hand on his shoulder. Dry tears matted his fur beneath his eyes, so he didn’t raise his head, only hummed what he hoped sounded neutral at least. 

“We’re worried about you, Puddles,” Oliver said softly, and it made chills chase across Puddles’ skin. “Are you feeling sick?” 

“No,” he admitted. He hated lying. 

“What’s going on?” He was using his Caregiver Voice. Why was he using his Caregiver Voice? 

“Nothing,” he mumbled. 

“Just didn’t feel like getting up today?” 

“I guess not.” 

There was silence. Puddles wanted to cry. They always left him alone, why not now? 

“Well, Star is off visiting a friend,” Oliver said. “And I think you and I deserve some bonding time. She gave me free reign on the dollhouse. What do you say?” 

Puddles looked up in confusion. “What?” 

“Do you want to regress and play with me?” He asked clearly. “I think it would help you feel better.”

Oliver wanted him to feel better. Why was that so hard to get through his head?

“Come on, pup.” He smiled and held out a hand. “Come play with me.” 

He couldn’t resist that if he tried. He took his hand and allowed Oliver to pull him out of the toy box. He was still dressed in the onesie he had on last night, which was lavender and covered in pink axolotls, so he didn’t feel too awkward being in the playroom. 

“What do you want to do first?” Oliver asked. 

“Um…” Puddles hesitated. What if he suggested something Oliver hated, but he agreed just to be nice? Puddles would feel so bad. 

“How about you just tell me yes or no, okay?” Oliver smiled. 

Puddles nodded. Oliver looked around the room curiously. 

“Hm… dress up?” 

Puddles hesitated. Then shook his head. 

“Pretend?” 

Puddles perked up. “Yes!” 

“What kind of pretend?” 

“Um…” He thought about it very hard. “Can we play house?” 

“Sure, sweetheart.” Oliver grinned. “Who do you want to be?” 

“The son, like Christopher Robin!” Puddles ran forward and grabbed Star’s soccer ball. “But I’m also… a pirate!” 

“Okay,” Oliver laughed, “sure, you’re pirate Christopher Robin. And who am I?” 

“You’re also a pirate,” Puddles said, crashing down into little space. “But we don’t know that we’re both pirates and we need to hide it from each other!” 

“Ohhhh, okay, that’s interesting, sure. So how do we know each other in real life?” 

Puddles faltered. There was an obvious answer, one Puddles liked very much. But he just couldn’t live with himself if he made Oliver or Star uncomfortable. 

“Maybe I adopted you.” 

Puddles looked up in surprise. “Yeah?” 

Oliver patted Puddles’ head, and offered him a hug. Puddles took it eagerly. “Yeah, kiddo. But we were both pirates before then and we have no idea!” 

Puddles giggled. “Yeah! And now I’m late coming home to dinner!” 

They broke apart and Puddles ran out of the room, only to come bursting back in, fake panting and apologizing for being late. He pretended to take off a pirate hat and throw it behind his shoulder. Oliver laughed, and it surprised Puddles with how sincere it sounded. 

“You worried me sick!” Oliver cried. “You were gone all day, and I had no idea where you were.” 

“Sorry,” Puddles said sheepishly. “Can I help make dinner?” 

They stood at Star’s play kitchen and pretended to chop vegetables, putting them in a giant stone pot. They pretended to be mother and son until it got dark, avoiding each other when they were pirates and eventually having the big reveal, gasping overdramatically and pretending to be unsure of how to move forward. Eventually Puddles fell asleep, curled up in Oliver’s lap in a pirate hat. 

Star came inside the next morning to find Puddles curled at the foot of their bed. Oliver rolled over in bed, his head at the pillows, and pulled Star close. 

“How was your time with Puddles?” She asked uncertainly. 

“Great. He’s a great kid, just like you.” 

“So are you wanting to ask him?” 

“I think so, but I’m not trying to rush you.” 

“I…” Star thought about it for a second. “I’m not ready, but I wouldn’t feel right hiding our intentions from him. So why don’t we just see what he wants and go from there?” 

Oliver kissed her forehead. “My little Star, so smart. We’ll talk to him when he wakes up.” 

What they didn’t know, is that Puddles had heard the entire conversation. 

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This cvnty guy is Reno, one of the OCs I have had since like a decade (I'm old, let me be ;^;); And especially since I've had him for such a long time already, I haven't been satisfied with his design for like 2 years?

So now I've finally decided to give this guy a redesign, so he, too, can finally serve 💅🏼✨️

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Fandom info:

(Everything under the cut for length)

CW/TW: Mentions of child abuse and cheating, cigarettes/smoking, drinking

General Info (subject to change depending on the fandom) :

Name: Tiger Reno (タイガー • レノ, Taigā Reno)

Name meaning: "the Dark/Brown", "the Advisor", and "the Rebirthed"

Epithet: Dream Eater

Age: 26 / 28

Birthday: 25.03.XX (Aries)

Birthplace: Barcelona, Cataluña, Spain

Height: 1,96m / 1,99m

Weight: 87kg / 86kg

Handedness: Right

Gender: Male (ENG: he/him | JP: ore-sama)

Orientation: Omnisexual, poly tendencies

Nicknames: Chilihead, Red, Spikes, Punk, McDreamy

Status: Alive

Personality:

Reno's a pretty humorous and fun-loving party animal. He loves going on adventures, setting out without hesitation to try even the wildest water slides or attend the most chaotic parties. Whilst often being somewhat responsible, he can also completely let go of said sense of responsibility. He loves laughing his ass off, drinking until morning comes, accepting all the serotonin any of these activities give him. This often leads to him taking even the silliest bets, no matter how they will end and what he'd get from them.

The redhead dislikes having to deal with boredom and tries to find as quick as possible some way to occupy himself in some way. At least he's amazing at striking up a conversation (unlike when having to calm down an angry or crying woman).

Although he may not always let on, Reno actually is intellectual - even above average, and so he enjoys a good game of chess at least once a day. This also shows in his actions, such as thinking before acting and his cunning in various situations and negotiations. Another point in how his intelligence is noticeable is Reno being habitually late. Although he's the organized type of guy, this does not reflect what his room looks like. Technically, Reno is a disciplined and careful young man. His foster father raised him in his biological father’s place (as per his request since he couldn't be by his son's side all the time) to be responsible, polite, and supportive.

It happens often that he forgets to be polite and patient. He can turn cold like ice and become a mean jerk quickly if you push the right buttons even though he normally is pretty tough to provoke.

Similarly, thanks to his mother, it takes Reno a lot of time to trust someone. He developed trust issues because of her abusing him when he still lived with her as a child, even though he wasn't responsible for what she did to their family. Due to her personality, he developed a tendency to be sneaky and not wear his heart on his sleeve. Dream Eater is still learning about things like relationships as he claims himself to be "not made for them", thus not necessarily seeking out a partner for life.

Thanks to his father’s blood in his veins, he's gifted with a high self-confidence - sometimes a bit too much, though. His ego sometimes quickly is hurt because of different things. Besides this, Reno is a cool, tough guy with lots of charisma. In addition to this, he simply doesn't know how to deal with angry women because of Serena. This way, he developed the "habit" of withdrawing into a "safe area" and being alone.

Archetypes: Chaotic Neutral, ENTP

Fears:

Being unable to see his father ever again

Athazagoraphobia (Fear of being unwanted)

Hobbies/Interests:

Adventuring

Amusement parks

Bets (no matter how stupid)

Fashion

Chess

Habits:

Unbelievably bad cook

Messy eater

Fiddles with his hair when in thoughts

Easily forgets names (gives stupid nicknames on occasion)

Heavy drinker and smoker

Habitually fashionably late

Heavyweight drinker

High libido

Voice Actors:

German: René Dawn-Claude

English: Max Mittelman

Spanish: Kayn

Korean: Shin Yong-woo

Chinese: Ma Yang

Japanese: Miyano Mamoru

Family: (some names subject to change in the future)

Serena (mother, alive)

Agni (father, alive)

Beth (half-sister, alive)

Acacia (grandmother, deceased)

Dawn (grandfather, deceased)

Juniper (aunt, alive)

Ivy (aunt, alive)

Relationship Status: Taken

Girlfriend: Ito Hikari / Yūna (belongs to @saliacos)

Likes:

Spicy food

Pretty girls

Amusement parks

Water slides

Tigers

His gf's singing voice

Dislikes:

Sour food

Bitches

Boredom

Low-quality alcohol

Pissed/crying girls

His mother

Favourite Food: Chili

Least Favourite Food: Anything sour

Favourite Colour: Red

Favourite Season: Summer

Animal Resemblance: Tiger

Representative Flower: Red roses, phlox

Languages: Spanish, English

Specific Number: 6

Scent: Alcohol and cigarettes ; covers it with exotic perfumes with mango and chili notes

Nationality: Spanish

Occupation: Martial arts teacher (side gig) ; bassist of a punk rock band (main job)

Skills/Talents:

Strategic thinking ; also capable of immediately adapting plans mid-battle

Profiling ; analzying people based on how they act whilst he's watching them

Explosives ; raised and trained by his foster father, he learned how to craft various types of explosives

Trivia:

He can calculate the total of any items put in a shopping cart and tax to within 0.5€/¥/$

Reno is rarely seen without a cigarette between his lips or his flask in hand.

He can resist the burning effect of chilis even with a high amount of scoville for at least one hour.

One Piece:

Birthyear: 1486

Affiliation: Revolutionary Army

Occupation: Revolutionary, tactician (Sabo's vice/right hand)

Bounty: 470.000.000 Berry (Dead or Alive)

Birthplace: Sabaody Archipelago, Red Line

Devil Fruit: Yume Yume no Mi (Dream Dream Fruit)

Type: Paramecia

Strengths:

Can be used on up to three people (pre awakening) / on as many people as are looking at him (post awakening)

Useful if stealth is required

Can be used in a harmless manner, too, not just for offense

Most effective in early morning hours and in the dead of night

Weaknesses:

Sea water + Kairoseki (standard DF weaknesses)

Drains stamina through required focus if used on more than one person

Darkness/too dimly lit places

Useless in direct combat because it's more of a support thing

Devil Fruit Attacks:

Sleep Induction: Induces drowsiness or sleep in targets, rendering them temporarily unconscious or lethargic. This can be used for stealthy infiltration or to incapacitate foes non-lethally.

Dream Manipulation: Manipulates the dreams of his targets, either by creating vivid illusions or altering existing dreams to influence their behaviour or perceptions.

Lucid Nightmare: Implants a false sense of reality into the minds of targets, causing them to lose touch with their surroundings and potentially harming themselves or their allies in confusion.

Dream Shield: Creates a protective barrier made of dreams, which can deflect physical attacks or serve as a shield against mental attacks and illusions. (Post awakening)

Dream Mirage: Creates illusions of themselves or others, confusing his opponents and allowing for strategic maneuvers or escapes.

Dream Transfer: Transfers dreams between individuals, either sharing positive dreams to uplift allies or burdening enemies with nightmares to weaken their resolve.

Dream Extraction: Extracts specific dreams or memories from his targets, gaining valuable information or using extracted dreams as a source of power.

Dream Amplification: Amplifies the dreams or desires of his targets, intensifying their emotions or motivations to either inspire allies or manipulate enemies.

Dream Illusionary Army: Creates illusions of allies or monsters made entirely of dreams, which can confuse opponents and overwhelm them with sheer numbers.

Skills/Talents:

Huxingquan (Tiger Style of kung fu) — mastered ; Style focuses on strength, agility, and low kicks (Reno uses high kicks, too, though, occasionally)

Dragon Claw — Advanced level (pre TS) - mastered (post TS) ; he's been training in it since coming to the Revos 19 years ago

Scaring opponents off with a single piercing glance

Dragon Claw Attacks:

Shatter (leaves the victim's bones shattered)

Tiger Claw (user forms hands to tiger claws, using the Huxingquan style)

Faint (faint attack, can be combined with any other attack as a follow-up)

Haki — Awakened:

Busōshoku/Armament: Advanced level (pre TS) - mastered (post TS)

Kenbunshoku/Observation: Advanced level (pre TS) - mastered (post TS)

Preferred Weapons:

Explosives

Fists/bare hands

Family:

Serena (mother, alive)

Tiger Agni (father, alive)

Slavick (foster father, alive — OC belongs to @butchersniece)

Sketa (foster sister, alive — OC belongs to @butchersniece)

Beth (half-sister, alive)

Svaja (half-sister, alive — OC belongs to @saliacos)

Tiger Acacia (grandmother, deceased)

Tiger Dawn (grandfather, deceased)

Tiger Juniper (aunt, alive)

Tiger Ivy (aunt, alive)

Familial Background:

They have various occupations, such as Revolutionaries, Marine soldiers, pirates, merchants, florists, journalists, etc.

Most of them have a close relationship to each other, including always being there for the other family members despite their differences. They're simply a normal family after all. The only actual bad blood there is is between the Tiger family and Serena's.

Character Background:

Reno was born and partially raised on Sabaody. He was six when Agni learnt that his wife had been cheating on him and abusing their child, with Serena consequently also throwing him out. Not wanting to stay with the fury of a 'mother' and her lover Gabriel, the boy ran out to try and close up with his father, but they got separated in the crowd. He was found by an old friend of his father’s, Slavick. He took Reno with him to their HQs, where he joined the Revolutionary Army and began his training as Slavick's adoptive father and disciple.

After a few years, he also met Sketa, to whom he had a rather tense relationship, without due to her having betrayed her cousin Slavick. On the contrary, he grew rather close with Hikari (who'd later become his girlfriend), Sabo, and Koala.

Until the events of Dress Rosa, Reno had always been searching for Agni, wishing to tell him about the incidents with his mother for the sake of his inner peace. Per coincidence (a mission assigned to both of them individually from one another), they reunited on Doflamingo's island, developing their father-son relationship anew.

Reno isn't aware that he actually has gotten two half-sisters at this point and thus considers only Agni, Slavick, and a handful of the other Revos as his family.

Favourite Season: Summer on a summer island

Den Den Mushi: Fire red with a yellow-orange house

Tokyo Revengers:

Name: Toragari Reno (虎狩 レノ)

Meaning: Toragari = tiger hunt

Age: 16 (2005) / 18 (2008) / 28 (2018)

Birthyear: 1990

Languages: Japanese, Spanish, English

Occupation: High school student, delinquent (vice leader), yakuza (rotten timelines), martial artist & instructor (Revenge timeline)

Backstory:

Reno was born in his family home back in Barcelona, Spain. His family is filled with all kinds of people with great diversity. There are gang members, soldiers, "normal" folks like retail workers, florists, journalists and such. Most of them have a close relationship with each other, and the only ones who do not live in the same home as them are Fudo and Reno. Regardless of their distance, they're always there for the other family members despite their occasional differences. They're simply a normal family after all, albeit they do have their black sheep as well.

Still being a couple at that time, Serena and Fudo raised Reno together. The boy was six years old when his father left the family's flat in Tokyo after finding out that she had been cheating on him for quite a long time and also abused their child. The man even wasn't allowed to take their son with them but promised he'd come to take him to his new place when the right time came. As Serena's "new" lover Gabriel (Beth's father) moved in on the same day, the young boy didn't want to stay with his disloyal, mean fury of a mother anymore, hoping to get to his father in time. Reno knew about the woman cheating on Fudo but wasn't allowed to tell him about that.

The small kid was found later (after he had lost his dad somewhere in the crowd) by Zou Yijun and a few other gang members. The former just grabbed the boy and took him with the group on their way to their next destination. The other members recognised him as Fudo's son. Back at the headquarters, he joined the gang. So, the young boy became Yijun's foster son and disciple. Yijun and his younger cousin Chun allowed him to live at their place, which probably led to Reno picking up some of their habits, not all of them positive. He started smoking and drinking early, and equally early got tattoos and piercings, but he also learnt how to defend himself and others and how to use his brains for the better.

He was around in his first year of middle school when he met his new best friend Kurihara Ikuya. The boy didn't judge him for being affiliated with thugs, and instead, the older boy asked him if the two of them wanted to form their own gang. Kurihara knew a few guys who were pretty good fighters, so he invited them along. Eventually, unlike some other middle school gangs, Harlekin was formed more on a whim. Being one of the four founding members, he was voted as Ikuya's right hand. Together, the group got into fights, committed smaller petty crimes, and would become slower but steadily.

The further their reputation grew, the more boys requested joining the gang. It took them less than a whole year to become large enough to have almost 300 members. He had become close friends with some of their fellow gangmates, as well as a handful of their allies.

Over the years, Toragari had the honours of making acquaintances with the Haitani Brothers, Hanma Shuji, Ōkami "Poltergeist" Satoru, Akutagawa "Trickster" Ayumu, and even the infamous Empress of Meguro, Baji Shinju, Kurokawa Izana, and a handful of other big shots. Among others, they're allies of the Black Dragons.

In most rotten futures - albeit unaffected by the evil Tokyo Manji Gang's actions - Harlekin turns into a yakuza clan, mostly due to multiple factors: Yijun's influence as well as their greater tendency to chase after more infamy, power and knowledge. They broadened their range of influence by engaging in all kinds of crimes, most of which led them to being blacklisted. To keep up appearances, they'd appear as salesmen for insurances or anything sponsoring sports events.

In the "perfect" Revenge future, however, Reno ends up becoming a professional MMA fighter, who is trained by and instructs others for Imaushi Wakasa and Arashi Keizou at their martial arts academy

Official Character Book:

His image colour is orange.

His dream is having as much fun as possible in his life.

The person he respects is Yijun.

The person he dislikes or fears is Serena.

He likes bets.

He dislikes boredom.

His heroic or failure story: Reno is an unbelievably bad cook. Nobody lets this man into the kitchen for something else than coffee. He would literally blow up the entire place. One time, he tried to make mac and cheese and failed miserably. Yijun had to call the firefighters to put out the blazing flames at 3 in the morning.

His favourite food is chilis.

Reno's special skill is that he can resist the burning effect of chilis even with a high amount of scoville for at least one hour.

His favourite spot is at the amusement parks.

A daily activity of a certain day (from morning till bedtime): On Saturdays, he gets up around noon, has 'breakfast', takes a bath, gets dressed, heads out to attend a gang meeting in the afternoon, comes back at an ungodly hour after going to the discotheque, drops into bed and falls asleep.

His disliked food is everything sour.

From the question "Who do you want to be your lover?", Reno is ranked number 1 from Top 3 Best Boyfriends.

From the question "Who do you want to marry?", Reno is ranked number 3 from Top 3 Husbands.

His favourite hobby is finding new thrills.

Reno's motorcycle is a Yamaha R15.

Genshin Impact:

Name: Reno Namir

Meaning: Namir = tiger

Nationality: Sumerun/Natlan (born and grew up in Sumeru ; his mother was exiled from Natlan)

Settled Nation: Fontaine

Home: Fleuve Cendre (since having served his sentence in Meropide)

Affiliation: Dakan Al-Ahmar/Eremites (formerly), Spina di Rosula

Vision Case: Sumeru

Rarity: 5 Star

Element: Electro

Weapon: Bow (visualised as pistol with bombs)

Banner: Sparks of Burning Passion

Constellation: Glabriusculum

Special Dish: None (can't cook ; see Raiden Shogun)

Favourite Dish: Gilded Tajine (besides raw chili)

Combat Info:

Normal Attack - Blitz Assault

Performs up to 6 consecutive shots with a pistol and throwing explosives, automatically shooting the last bomb to explode it and deal increased DMG and apply Burn status.

Gameplay note: The sequence of attacks is bullet > explosive > bomb > bullet > bullet > bomb and bullet simultaneously.

Gameplay note: Despite being an Electro character, his explosives deal Pyro DMG, the normal shots dealing Physical DMG.

Charged Attack: Performs a more precise Aimed Shot with increased DMG. Throws a single bomb into the direction he is facing, and while aiming, crackling lightning will accumulate on the 'mouth' (at the fuse of the explosives) before the 'arrow' is fired.

Gameplay note: Upon entering the Aimed Mode, it may appear as if the opponent's Movement SPD is slowed, but is actually just the case for the mode change animation.

Gameplay note: Aimed Shots deal purely Electro DMG once charged if the bomb isn't hit. If it is hit, however, Overloaded will be triggered, dealing the corresponding DMG to the targeted opponents.

Plunging Attack: Fires off a shower of projectiles in mid-air before falling and striking the ground, dealing AoE DMG upon impact and knocking back any nearby opponents.

Gameplay note: He ends up amidst the explosion, partially losing HP upon landing, and being applied with Burn status. This effect can be countered if he is shielded.

Elemental Skill - Cluster

Reno throws out a line of grenades that explode after 5s, dealing moderate Pyro DMG to enemies whilst applying Burn status. Starts with 2 charges.

Elemental Burst - Stun Grenade

Reno fires an explosive shell dealing heavy Pyro DMG to the enemy it hits. After hitting them or reaching the end of its range, the shell explodes, dealing Electro DMG in a cone.

Talents:

1st Ascension Passive - Shock Treatment

After using Cluster, Reno's Normal and Charged Attacks deal 30% increased DMG for 6s. This effect can stack up to 3 times.

4th Ascension Passive - Explosive Speed

Reno receives increased Movement SPD and Attack SPD by 18% whenever he kills an enemy. This effect can stack up to 5 times.

Utility Passive - Dazzling Spark

Decreases climbing Stamina consumption for your own party members by 20%. Not stackable with Passive Talents that provide the exact same effects.

Constellation:

Stormseeker: Pursuing the thrill of danger, his CRIT DMG increases by 30% for 5s after taking damage from his own explosions.

Fulminant Strike: The range of his Stun Grenade is extended by 5m.

Sky Fall: Increases the Level of Crackling Cluster by 3. Maximum upgrade level is 15.

Shifting Polarities: Enemies that are targeted by Stun Grenade will have Electro status applied to them. As the lightning arc leaps over to others, nearby opponents will also be applied with Electro status.

Rampage: Increases the Level of Stun Grenade by 3. Maximum upgrade level is 15.

Disintegrating Static: When using Cluster or Stun Grenade and firing at the bombs before they detonate, Reno causes Overloaded to take effect immediately.

Materials:

Ascension (0✦ → 6✦):

420,000 Mora

46 Artificed Spare Clockwork Component — Coppelia

1 Vajrada Amethyst Sliver

9 Vajrada Amethyst Fragment

9 Vajrada Amethyst Chunk

6 Vajrada Amethyst Gemstone

168 Rainbow Rose

18 Meshing Gear

30 Mechanical Spur Gear

36 Artificed Dynamic Gear

Talents (1 → 10 for one talent):

1,652,500 Mora

6 Meshing Gear

22 Mechanical Spur Gear

31 Artificed Dynamic Gear

3 Teachings of Equity

21 Guide to Equity

38 Philosophies of Equity

6 Lightless Silk String

1 Crown of Insight

Relationship:

Mother: He hates his mother since he found out that she cheated on his father. Since then, he doesn't want to deal with her anymore. Their relationship was difficult from the beginning as she didn't want to have a child with her "boyfriend" Agni due to her being after him only because of his money and looks. That's the reason why Serena always was hard to Reno, going so far as abusing him whenever he talked back at her, didn't do he tasks she thought she gave him (most of them she didn't even tell him to do) - all because he had more in common with his father, consequently enraging her. She was glad when she found "support" in another man's arms, the soon-to-be-father of Reno's half-sister.

Father: Reno missed him since Agni left the family behind in the desert almost 20 years ago, and he searched for him ever since then. He was glad to be reunited with him again after moving to Fontaine. The redhead always looked up to his father and still does, yet he feels guilty that he was never allowed to tell his own father what his Serena did to Agni and him. Father and son always shared a deep bond given by genetics and their shared names. Agni felt guilty and sorry for Reno to be left behind, but he had no other choice. Now, the man wants to offset everything that happened in the past.

Adoptive father: Kusayla had picked up the lost little redhead in the desert more than ten years ago. As time passed, he trained and raised Reno in several kinds of things in Agni's place. The two of them developed a father-son-like teacher-student relationship over time, and the boy somewhen started calling him "dad" on accident, though. Reno sees in him a mentor figure and family, and he's grateful for what he has done for him.

Adoptive sister: Reno met Dehya when they were children and grew up together as some kind of siblings. He had some differences with her in the beginning, but the tensions laid quickly. Since then, they have been thick friends who always help each other out and can't get separated easily. Whenever something requires the other one's attention, they make sure to reach out to their sibling. Especially Dehya loves teasing Reno because he's absolutely terrified of her when she gets mad.

Friends: Virgil and Reno have their differences and banter here and there, but they complete each other perfectly as comrades and partners on missions. What's more, they playfully bully each other if they're not pushing each other with their silly bets.

Friends: As they are indeed of friendly terms, Furina and Reno can often be seen out, conducting shenanigans and causing chaos among the crowds of Fontaine. He's surprised that she doesn't appear to judge him for otherwise being ostracised for having been jailed in Meropide.

Friends: Since settling down in Fleuve Cendre, he has gotten particularly close with Navia, the president of the Spina di Rosula. Especially when she had offered him to work for her, he was grateful to her for giving her the opportunity for employment in things that fell among his area of expertise.

Enemies: His primary enemies are Deshret's Relics, due to them having stood against Dakan Al-Ahmar. Especially because of the Relics turning against his group, he took part in dismantling the Relics, following Dehya's request for help.

Enemies: Not enemies, but he does have a 'love-hate' sort of relationship with Wriothesley. They ended up sparring time and time again whilst Reno was serving his sentence in the Fort of Meropide. Regardless, they do have their tendency to butt heads. One might view them more as rivals.

Enemies: Not enemies either, but their relationship is a rather tough one. Neuvillette could only shake his head about having Reno on trial this often before the Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale sentenced him as guilty.

Backstory:

Reno's family is quite the peculiar one, considering that his mother had fled from Natlan due to unknown circumstances, whilst his father's side of the family is just a small, unremarkable group of Eremites in the Sumerun desert. Most of them have a close relationship to each other. This includes always being there for the other family members despite they all have their differences sometimes.

Still being a couple at that time, Serena and Agni raised Reno together after he was born into the Namir family. At first, he thought that they were a normal family much like any other, but he would figure out that anything else, but that was the case. Serena had been constantly leaving her own son on the side, ranging from simply ignoring him to even verbally and physically abusing him. She also tried to push all household duties onto him and smacked him regardless of whether she had actually told him to do them or didn't.

Reno was barely six years old when his father left the tribe, promising to get him in the future. Agni had found out that his wife had been cheating on him and abusing their son, and was not even allowed to take their son with him. As Serena's "new" partner Gabriel moved in on the same day, the young boy didn't want to stay with the disloyal, mean fury of a mother any longer. Hoping to catch up with Agni, Reno charged out of their home, not even awaiting permission from the elders. The boy had known about Serena cheating on his father for the longest but had been beaten to prevent him from spilling the beans.

After having lost his dad somewhere in the endless dunes and being on the brink of dehydration a few days later, he was found by Kusayla of the Dakan Al-Ahmar. The stranger grabbed the boy and took him with his group, having recognised him as Agni's kin they were sent out to collect. Back at their hideout, he joined the Dakan Al-Ahmar, the boy becoming Kusayla's adoptive son and disciple.

Over the years, his initially tense relationship with Dehya, Kusayla's other foster child, slowly lost said tension. Eventually, they became rather close after solving up their interpersonal issues and began seeing each other as siblings. Nevertheless, whenever Dehya became angry, he'd start panicking because he never learned how to properly handle a lady's emotions.

As time passed, Reno learned how to fight using explosives besides weapons commonly used among the Eremites. Kusayla never told him until in the letter addressed to Reno after his passing, but he'd been keeping Agni updated about his son's progress on a regular basis. It turned out that the boy was agile and smart, coming up with tactics on the spot. He was soon used to help plan their raids.

With Dehya having set out as part of the Blazing Beasts, Reno also decided to go his own way. Whilst still searching for his father to tell him everything about the incidents with his mother, his path somehow led him to Fontaine.

Since he left behind his original tribe, he also never learned that he had two half-sisters he'd never meet. The only ones he considers as family to this day are Kusayla, Dehya, and Agni.

Per coincidence, he met his father again one day in Sumeru, developing their father-son relationship anew. Since having moved to Fontaine, he also found employment as mercenary in the Spina di Rosula's service at Fleuve Cendre.

Honkai Star Rail:

(WIP)

Home world: (wip)

Affiliation: Masked Fool

Rarity: 5 Star

Element: Lightning

Path: Destruction (playable) / Elation (being a Fool)

[iamthecomet]

Random question because of your amazing Aether retiring drabble (is that the word?), but do writers get a bit of a power kick when they look back at the notes and see how people react because oh boy, that one was a doozy lol so so good, so powerful, hit very close to home with me and it made me so sad but I love how you write it out. It isn't the stereotypical case of the sads where one crawls in a bed and weeps, you gave Dew actual emotions he couldn't even get out or grasp in private. I love that. So good. I just had to come and gush to you real quick, sorry to bug you. Have a good one <3

First of all, you are NEVER bothering me by coming into my ask box to talk about my writing! PLEASE. It's my favorite thing. Thank you. I'm really glad it hit with you. I'm sorry it made you sad--but it is sad. I'm still sad about it too. I hurt myself when I was writing it. And I'm glad it landed. It's really important to me (as a writer) to try to get emotions onto the page accurately. They're messy. Hard to understand and explain. Complicated. Any sort of bombshell is usually accompanied by a wall of emotions--figuring them out is next to impossible. And that's the reason I like writing angst. I like digging into those things and thinking about them--about that weird numbness that settles over you when things like that happen and your brain needs to protect itself. It's important to me to get characters (even demons from hell) right. And I'm so, so glad that you appreciated it because I work really hard on writing emotion that way <3. And to answer your question. Yes. Absolutely. Power trip. Little jolts of serotonin. Especially when it's angst. Hurting other people with my writing makes me giggle. I'm a fucking monster. But I love reading tags. I go back to them sometimes just to revisit those little happiness jolts when I need them. They make me very happy and make me feel like the things I'm throwing into the void are actually landing somewhere--and making someone's day brighter (or sadder, depending, oops). Thank you for this ask! Seriously. I'm an attention whore (aren't we all) and I love talking about my writing.

[bellysoupset]

HIII

OKAY IM BACK AND THIS WILL BE ME FAN(GORL/BOI?)ING ABOUT YOUR LATEST TWO FICS BECAUSE????? THEY'RE AMAZING + THE WENDY CONTENT IS SO TOP TIER AND SO VERY MUCH APPRECIATED <3

okay so starting with the wendy/vin food poisoning fic AHHHHHH oh my GOODNESS, THE ANGST!?!?! literally obsessed. it actually was a little to real (i literally sat and stared at the wall for a full hour)(im not exaggerating). it was so angsty and painful in the best way ever omg 😭 first off the sickfic part was CHEFFS KISS and I LOVED IT SM like how sudden and messy and miserable it was + vin being so sweet AGH <3333 and then the angsty part hit a lil TOO close like idek how to explain it but it was just so REAL? & thats why the ending was so painful- sometimes your partner can be the sweetest thing ever and create this super safe space and say all the right things to comfort you and the fact that sometimes that's NOT ENOUGH to help you believe it and fully accept the love is so painfully real??? and the way you portrayed that was so perfect UGH 😭 and i know (been there done that) it's so frustrating on BOTH ends and it's SO HARD to work through, but the patience and reassurance can literally heal so much with time and GOSH i felt so seen by this fic (and also horny lmaoooo <3333) and idk what to say other than GODDAMN IM OBSESSED WITH YOUR WRITING AND YOUR OCs AND AGH YOU'RE SO FREAKING TALENTED SOUP!!!

then as for the leo+wendy fic AHHHHH i'm pretty sure i was the other anon who requested this a while back (before i started the lil otter signature xd) and IM SO GLAD YOU WROTE IT AYEEEE <333333 i LOOOOVE that leo is finally warming up to wendy and wanting to get to know her and being softer but also i love the constant/continuous banter AHHHH omg and the way she realises when he's getting upset and feeling sicker and immediately goes soft and gentle and helps him while also not making it weird :') and GOSH the way they were having this SUPER NECESSARY convo in the midst of ✨the action✨ was such great writing!! and also the way you made them both softer while keeping them 100% on character is such a slay WAH this was so good omfg

ANYWAYS that's all my rambling so sorry it's SO long lmao i just LOVE these characters so much and i love your work and wanted to express my admiration (again) hehe 🤭🫡

KEEP SLAYING <333333

-🦦

Otter!!!

I never wanna publish your asks, just entering tumblr and going in my askbox gives me INSANE amounts of serotonin

IDEK what to say to all this other than i'll be printing and pasting it in my little scrapbook. I really LOVE that you're a Wendy fan, it makes writing for her soooo much fun 💛💛💛 And yeah, the first angst def hit a little too close to home here too, especially the frustrating part where it really doesn't matter what anyone else says, if you're not convinced of it.

I'm looking forward to writing more for them!

[cozypups]

HELLO MY WONDERFUL MUTUALS!!! I AM DOING OK!! it's kinda sucky tho because my ocd has been interfering with my life again, but i need to wait until monday to contact my psychiatrist to increase the dosage of my meds 😔 i'm really sorry i haven't been updating or being as active as before!!

i've been thinking about being more active again, but i always tend to think about how messy my blog is and if my tags are organized enough 😬😬 I've realized i like being VERY specific with tags so i don't lose something i may be looking for in the future, but sometimes that causes duplicate tags which SUCKS...

I've been watching so much anime lately, and i got back into playing even more league... uhh OH!! i also contacted an advisor about going back to college but instead of an AA, it'd be academics in computer programming!!! especially since lately I've learned a lot of frameworks like next, nuxt, react, vue, i even got into sass (but scss because the css formatting is what I'm familiar with) and i learned about static site generators... templating languages like nunjucks, liquid, even handlebars (although I've been meaning to learn even more)

it's super duper fun!! ALTHOUGH, from all of the videos I've watched and how many github repos I've made, i think I've accidentally developed an ocd obsession with making things look incredibly modern, and like it has to look like a professional website as opposed to fully giving that up and being free, expressing myself with an oldweb amateur style... it's made me feel like my ocd medication isn't working lately, especially since I've found it really hard to do certain things without being so held back by the intense feeling of dread for some reason, and it reminds me of when i was on my previous meds which only made my ocd worse, and i was even experiencing the beginnings of serotonin syndrome, but my psychiatrist made me feel like i was being [replacement: silly] 😬 idk whether i can trust my psychiatrist because he honestly doesn't completely answer my questions..? it's like he answers it for an entire 2 minutes, but the minute and a half are basically him explaining how it's normal for someone with ocd, but he does it in a way that makes me feel like... idk, [replacement: very silly]... ANYWAYS THOUGH, how has everyone been?? did i miss anything while I've been away? i hope everyone's day is very ☀️ SUNNY AND your night is very 🌙MOONY. 💕

[ask-akaripiko]

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