#today I wasn’t there for that kind of thing but they did do the cant hear you thing and they just don’t care it’s so painfully obvious

[peachhcs]

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don’t apologize love writing takes time!

i love them and so glad they are communicating well ! i see will just taking more time to reassure making sure she feels a bit better more and maybe he starts calling her first more just to talk more and it helps a lot

maybe because she is hurt and cant play she comes to visit will for while doing some of her school online and it helps them a lot

part 10!! wow i can’t believe this accumulated so many parts. i think i’m gonna split this into two and make samy visiting will in california it’s own post if that’s ok and that’s what y’all want :) so sorry this one is a bit shorter than the others 😖

au masterlist

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9

it’d been almost three weeks since samy’s shoulder injury. she was getting a lot better every week and pt was for sure helping, but she still couldn’t play. the doctors hadn’t cleared her yet, so instead, the brunette was stuck doing what little she could at practice like legs or any footwork the coach had the girls work on.

she was bit discouraged because it was the first time since she started soccer that she couldn’t play every single day. it wasn’t something samy was used to, especially being so stationary all the time.

she left practice early wednesday night after not having anything to do. hannah was still in class when samy got into their apartment and that’s when her phone started loudly vibrating in her backpack.

“what the hell,” the soccer player cursed to herself as she dropped her backpack onto the ground and began rummaging through it.

she got her hands on her phone in the second pocket, her slight frustration turning to happiness when she saw will’s name on the screen.

“hi, will,” samy smiled when his face appeared.

“hey, pretty. what are you doing?” the blonde wondered while samy shuffled into her room to talk.

“came back from practice early today. there wasn’t a lot i could do today, so i just left,” the brunette shrugged, falling back onto her bed.

“i’m sorry. how’s the shoulder?”

“it’s fine. i guess i’m just bored and wish i could be playing instead of sitting around all day,” the two shared a frown at her words.

“have you tried doing other things that don’t involve using your arms? walking? running?” will suggested.

“yeah, but it bores me really quickly. i think i need things that are high intensity and quick moving. walking is a bit too slow for me,” samy chuckled to herself.

“figures. you did grow up doing the most contact, quick moving sports.”

“how are you though? how’s everything?” samy changed the subject. she didn’t really like talking about herself that much so she always made it a point to ask will about his day.

“i’m good. practice has been long, but it’s been fine. i miss you,” will hummed and that made the girl smile. even though they did just see each other about two and a half weeks ago, they’ll always miss one another no matter how much time passed since last time.

“i’m glad everything’s going well. coach didn’t kill you too hard for just leaving without a word?”

“no..not really. i do have to, uh, clean the rink after every practice for the next like month, but hey i’ll take it,” the blonde shrugged and it always amazed samy how nonchalant will could be about hockey sometimes because if that were her, she’d probably be freaking out more.

“well, i admire your coolness about it. thanks for coming to visit again, by the way. i liked seeing you and hopefully we can see one another again soon,” the brunette grinned.

“you know, i’ve actually been kind of thinking about that. since you aren’t really playing because of your shoulder..i was wondering if you..wanted to take that opportunity to come to san jose for the first time since you and my mom and sister dropped me off here?” will asked like he was asking his mom to let him spend the night at someone’s house when he was younger.

a flush rose to samy’s cheeks, “like..come to san jose? i-i don’t really have money or anything..”

“i’ll buy your ticket,” the boy immediately cut in.

“i can’t ask you to do that. we’ve talked about this, will,” samy flushed some more.

“i know, i know, but i figured it could take your mind off of things for a weekend? i can show you around san jose some more, we can do whatever you want really. plus, i have the money. i don’t mind. i wanna see you,” will explained his reasoning making samy’s flush turn into a pink blush on her cheeks.

“i wanna see you too. you really don’t mind buying my ticket? i..i don’t wanna make you think i’m like relying on you to do that..”

“baby, i promise you’re not. i want to. let me buy it for you and anything else you want when you come visit?” will cheered and samy rolled her eyes.

“maybe not that far, but i guess a trip to san jose won’t hurt. i have been trying to figure out when i can come visit you,” a smile crept its way onto will’s lips the more samy’s decision leaned to yes.

“exactly. let me at least take some of the burden off of you by buying your plane ticket.”

it seemed to be decided as the brunette slowly gave in. her smile turned into a grin and so did will’s seeing her pretty face. “okay, okay, i’ll come visit. next weekend i have no tests or anything to worry about,” the hughes decided.

“yes! i knew i could convince you. i’ll buy them right now,” will exclaimed and the girl giggled as she watched her boyfriend open up his laptop.

“i love you,” samy hummed.

“i love you, too,” will blew her a kiss through the phone which samy caught. she held her hand to her heart and giggled when will spun his computer around to show her the tickets he was thinking about buying.

[justjwab]

Top 10 posts customer service workers hate reading

very controversial opinion here, but sometimes customer service workers are the problem 😶

[sickgraymeat]

Seeking medical care in 2023 is so wild bc ok so you’re in a building where abt every 10 ft of wall (at least) has a poster on it telling you directly that your symptoms warrant you being in that building, plus another poster saying how and why to protect yourself against contagions. And then ten different people blow their uncovered noses and dab on some hand sanitizer, complain about how they can’t hear you before you even begin to speak, and then laugh and roll their eyes when you tell them, citing nearly every bullet point on the posters directly behind them, why you think you should be there.

[itoshiexx]

when you call them "husband" - part 2

how the blue lock boyfriends react when you call them "husband" - part 2

pairings: itoshi rin, michael kaiser, mikage reo x fem!reader (no descriptions tho, just the words "wife" on rin's part) (separate) | warnings: established relationship, fluff, lovesick boys

notes: I'M ALIVE! i cant believe how long it's been since i had time/energy/creativity to write something, ohmy goddddddd. i'm so sorry for all the time it took to post this, but i wanna ty all so much for all the love on part 1 and all the requests for part 2! hopefully this will meet your expectations ♥ as always, i went a lil' overboard with rin's part. enjoy!

part 1 / masterlist

ITOSHI RIN

rin was not a fan of social media. it was clear with the way his instagram only had 8 pictures despite being years since his career started, and even more so by the fact he had no other social media besides that. if he wasn’t so famous, people would say itoshi rin was a ghost or some artificial intelligence invention. 

it was one of the reasons people were very shocked when he started dating you, an influencer with millions of followers on every platform. rin was a private person, and you… well, you shared your life on the internet for everyone to see. to say you were polar opposites was an understatement.

however, you never forced your boyfriend to appear in any of your socials, only recording things for your own fun and memories and posting only what he allowed. rin was glad for that. he didn’t mind doing dumb things with you to see you smile, as long as the rest of the world couldn’t see how whipped he was for you.

also, you were kind of glad the professional athlete was so unaware of social media, because it meant you could do a lot of tiktok trends without the risk of him already knowing what was coming — which made everything more satisfying. 

and the trend you chose that day was especially good.

“hey everyone, it’s y/n here!” you chirped, waving your hands in front of your phone. however, you were actually recording rin, who was at the other side waiting for your sign to appear on the screen.

you continued speaking. “today i have a very special guest, who i’m sure you’re all very familiar with.” you gave the camera a little cheeky wink, and your boyfriend rolled his eyes with all your theatrics. “please welcome itoshi rin, my handsome husband!”

rin gave a step forward to start his way to you, but suddenly, his whole body froze, brows furrowing in what you could only call utmost confusion. silence took over the room for what felt like an eternity, and you had to suppress your laugh seeing the imaginary ‘loading’ wheel on his head.

rin.exe stopped working.

“baby?” you decided to intervene, honestly a little scared of how immobile rin was.

“you— i’m— did you just— did we—”

you could no longer hold your laughter, and rin’s favorite melody echoing through the walls of your shared apartment was probably what snapped him out of his trance. he immediately scowled and crossed his arms, cheeks burning red from his pathetic stutter.

“i am never doing these dumb videos with you again.”

“no, no, i’m sorry!” your giggles kept going, and you approached your pouty boyfriend, squishing his cheeks between your hands. the smooch you gave him was almost enough to make him melt. almost. rin still had some self respect.

he also didn’t want to admit how abnormally fast his stone heart was beating with the mere thought of being referred to as your husband — and, even better, referring to you as his wife. 

fuck. that certainly did make him feel lots of things. those stupid butterflies that were born the minute you met were roaming freely in his stomach, soaring with all the love he had harbored just for you. 

“i’m sorry, baby,” you said again, smiling like you swallowed the sun and all things good in this world. you might as well have. how else could rin explain the way you were his everything? “it was a prank i saw on tiktok.”

he arched his eyebrow, arms uncrossing to put his hands on your waist. “oh? so you don’t want me to be your husband?”

the itoshi was satisfied to see you flushing this time. “i— w-well, you see…”

and then you started rambling, just like you did every time something made you nervous. and rin could only look at you as if nothing else was worth looking at, because really, to him, it wasn’t. 

…well, maybe the sight of you walking down the aisle would get the cake. he might have to find out soon. 

MICHAEL KAISER

once you started dating bastard munchen’s star, michael kaiser, it was natural to have his world collide with yours. everything from football to blue hair dye to weird sleeping habits became a part of you as well, and you nourished every expanse of your world his presence alone was able to give.

your favorite part, besides learning all of him — his little habits, quirks and love languages that seemed to be crafted solely for you — was definitely immersing yourself in his culture. germany always seemed distant and quite detached from your life, and you loved to learn new things from different perspectives. 

food, traditions, language… michael loved teaching you things, giddy and secretly grateful for your excitement. it was his sparkly eyes that prompted you to learn a few things by yourself to surprise him and make him happy. 

the tiktok trend was just a nice coincidence. 

you phone was hidden on the kitchen balcony, camera recording and waiting for the moment your boyfriend would arrive in your shared apartment. luckily, kaiser was very punctual, and you didn’t have to wait much longer.

“liebling, i’m home!” you heard him scream from the front door, and you giggled to yourself, pretending to be busy chopping vegetables for dinner. 

you waited for his footsteps to near where you were, and, as soon as you felt he entered the camera frame, you answered:

“welcome home, ehemann!”

you didn’t have to turn around to see the way kaiser completely froze; arms stopping just before reaching your waist as if your figure was an illusion created by his tired mind. you fought hard to suppress your grin.

“what… did you say…?” his voice was low and uncertain, but there was no annoyance in it; just pure confusion. 

turning your head around to finally look at him, you were pleased to find your mikka with rosy cheeks and a bashful expression, so extremely unusual for a guy like him you couldn’t help but feel your heart flutter on your chest. 

you gave him your best innocent look. “huh? isn’t that how you say boyfriend?”

“i-it’s husband, liebe. you called me husband,” his tone was still incredulous, and this time, you couldn’t keep your smile off your face. 

“oh, did i?”

your countenance seemed to finally snap him out of his trance, and michael’s eyebrows shot up, scoffing slightly — albeit still endearingly. his arms circled your waist and he pressed a kiss on the side of your neck. 

“how mean of you, baby. playing with my heart like that.” he trailed more kisses on your neck and jaw, making you squirm. “you tryin’ to kill me or something?”

you giggled again, both from the ticklish kisses he was giving you and the huge amount of love you had harbored just for him. “of course not, baby. i need you alive to make you my husband,” you jested.

“oh, yeah? you wanna make me your husband?”

“yes.” you shifted, giving him a sweet kiss on the cheek. kaiser hugged you a little tighter, feeling something fuzzy inside his chest. “is that a problem?”

“never,” he answered immediately. because it was true.

boyfriend, fiancé, partner, husband… michael didn’t mind what title would be bestowed to him — as long as he could keep being yours.

MIKAGE REO

being the heir of one of the biggest corporations of the country and a professional football player made your boyfriend’s schedule pretty busy. therefore, thursdays like these, where you and him could have a nice walk around the park under the warm sunlight, hand in hand, were extremely rare — hence why they were so appreciated.

reo knew how much his frenetic agenda was a hard toll on your relationship, affecting both of you with distance, longing and short periods of time together. and, well, everyone knew how much of a goner he was for you, so it wasn’t surprising to see him give in whatever spare time he had in his hands — even going as far as making such time exist if there wasn’t any — to be with you for as long as he possibly could.

how could he deny your pretty little eyes pleading to have a stroll in the park with him ‘just for a few minutes?’

god, you were so selfless. he wanted to give you all of his minutes, hours, days, weeks, months and years. and for all that’s worth, reo would never deny you of such a thing — he’d rather shoot himself than make you think you weren’t loved with every fiber of his being.

the weather was nice; a gentle breeze kissing both of your faces and making everything more pleasant. you were both chatting and appreciating the calm environment when you spotted an old lady a few feet ahead, selling different colored roses for the passersby. a smile was etched onto your lips, and you impulsively let go of reo’s hand to run towards her. 

“why hello, dear. would you like to buy a rose?”

your boyfriend watched you beam to the lady and slowly approached you, though still keeping his distance and trying hard not to intervene and buy all the roses for you. 

“yes, please! a red one would be perfect.”

“oh, who will you give it to?” asked the woman, already taking one flower from the bunch to hand it to you. 

your smile became slightly more bashful, “it’s for my husband!”

and fuck, if reo wasn’t already completely in love with you and thoroughly believed you were his soulmate until then, he certainly would after that very moment. he could feel his cheeks burning and his tongue rolling inside his mouth with how speechless he became. his heart soared with your words, excitement coursing through his veins with a love so overwhelming he nearly fell on his knees right there. 

heavens, he loved you so fucking much. and you made him realize it was about time he proved it to you (once again).

his hands easily found his phone in his pocket, and a quick call to the jewelry store was made while you busied yourself with paying for the flower. reo couldn’t stop smiling like a lovesick fool, but he didn’t mind.

“hey, mr. fuji, it’s mikage! you know, i think it’s time for that visit i mentioned a while ago…”

he might not fall to his knees right there, but he would drop at one knee very soon.

© 2024 itoshiexx. do not plagarise, translate, or repost any of my work on here or other sites.

[mynqzo]

my insane batshit gritty semi-realistic sapphic reimagining of barbie and the three musketeers

okay so many people were confused on if that last drawing of mine was just an oc named barbie or whatever but im here to tell you no! its my insane reimagining of the corinne in the movie barbie and the three musketeers, but sapphic and insane. so today I’m going to dump on you my insane reimagining of barbie and the three musketeers in a semi realistic gritty setting where they’re all sapphic and when they become musketeers they instead work to overthrow the monarchy. this is not a joke I've been thinking about this for months. like i will take alexandre dumas legacy and make it so gay and barbie.

okay so first things I thought of were weapons and such and what they could be replaced with in this setting cause most of the characters have things like ribbons and fans as weapons (and while that's so slay and I love that/never want that to change in the movie, I wanna make it semi-realistic in this gritty reimagining). so corinne’s weapon in the movie is a rapier so we’re keeping that. viveca has those two long ribbons (I’m sure they have a name but I forgot them sobs) and I think in my head she would have a two whips instead, whip dual wielder ohooo. renée has a slingshot (honestly so lame of the movie to give her that) and in my head she has a musket or pistol. aramina has two fans and I think replacing those with daggers would be really swag. and just to be clear all the characters in this version are aged up to be in their late twenties to early thirties.

for corinne, the story will follow the traditional ‘the three musketeers’ storyline but instead corinne is actively held back by her mother from going to paris and becoming a musketeer because her mother believes she’ll fall into the same fate as her father did and die. so she instead sneaks out because she feels like if she became a successful musketeer she could establish a comfortable life for her mother. in my head she's kind of like a cocky playboy kinda character where she's a little full of herself but has a lot of drive to find out what happened to her father and how he came to pass but also to succeed so she can take care of her mother better. like she's essentially the person who would ask you to fence shirtless because she wants to prove that she doesn't need armour.

for aramina I feel like her concept of a hopeless romantic can be made more complex if added with religious calling like for aramis in the original three musketeers. like she has a deeply religious upbringing but she cant stop falling in love with people and getting into trouble about it and it especially shows when she meets corinne and the others and; you guessed it, falls in love with them too. a nice mix of guilt and romance. she could have been a faithful follower of the church and been a nun but fell in love with one of the nuns and was caught and therefore shunned and punished, but she kept doing it again and again and her behavior became too obnoxious for the church to allow so they kicked her out, and she’s still plagued by this guilt while also wanting to follow her heart. she essentially ended up as a maid because her church rejected her and her family refused to take her back in on account of her sinning (rip) so she's essentially trying to find purpose in life while also overcoming this insane guilt she's carrying with her for her own desires.

renée’s story in my head follows that of a noble who then became a street musician and eventual musketeer. in the original musketeer story, athos was married to milady de winter [who was the villain] and attempted to kill her after discovering she was a criminal and then he became a drunkard about it because it made him so sad. for renée, she could have been married to a wealthy man that her family arranged her to marry but he was like, a bad guy and wasn’t really nice to her etc and also was a criminal on the run, so she tried to kill him because she was sick of his shit but her kill attempt ended up with her being fought off by him and excommunicated by her and his family (because they dont know he’s a criminal) so she ended up as a street musician and that lead to her being a maid in the palace and you know the drill.

viveca, the same as was in the movie and book as porthos, loves fashion and clothing and is always dressed super dapper and i feel like this could easily make her be a seamstress in the palace who directly works with the royal family when it comes to making them garments (alongside being a maid). she would know the internal workings of the royal family and be the person who could spy on the politics of everything the easiest out of everyone. i feel like she can put up a facade very well with the royal family where she can act like she’s totally into what theyr doing and not totally planning to go against them at any point like at all.

essentially they work for the palace as maids, one way or another, and do all the shenanigans of protecting the prince from getting assassinated by snooping around and whatnot only for them to turn around and be the people who go out of their way to assassinate the prince because they quickly realize that he’s kind of a shit head. they essentially side with the group of people planning the assassination which leads them into meeting a group of rebels and people who protest the royal family. there’s this journey to realize that the true villain of the story is renée ex husband she tried to super kill who became an advisor to the prince and king after the assassination attempt (and the old advisor was kicked to the curb). so the ex-husband is now doing evil whispery advisor nonsense where he’s trying to convince the prince that the musketeers all are actually planning his assassination (even if its true like how dare you sir ex-husband) and that he should execute them publicly and then provided a bunch of false evidence to ‘prove’ (like its True they do wanna take down the prince but like yknow). and its like a whole thing. during this all they all fall in love and form a sapphic polycule and its complicated and nasty and oof.

thanks for coming to my ted talk.

[anzynai]

Hello! I don’t know if you’re still taking TWST requests, but if you are, I’d like to request a platonic fic/drabble (depending on what you’re more comfortable with) with lers!Ace and Deuce and lee!Yuu/Reader. My idea is that Yuu’s been feeling kind of blegh all day for no real reason, so Ace and Deuce give them a playful little wrecking to cheer them up. Thank you and stay safe!

A Laughable Solution

Ace & Deuce & Reader (TWST)

a/n: HELLO im so sorry this was like,, super late but i enjoyed writing this a lot! it was a bit of a struggle because for some reason, i really cant get their characters down, but i hope it’s not too bad! besides that, i hope u enjoy <3

summary: see above !!

word count: 1.1k

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Ughhh. You groaned for the hundredth time that day. What is with you today?

You felt just so.. unmotivated today, and you didn’t know why. There wasn’t any particular reason, but you knew instantly that today wouldn’t be a good day the second your eyes opened that morning. All you wanted to do was crawl into bed and never see the light of day until this mood of yours could pass.

You tried to hide it, but found that even that was hard to do. You were exhausted and your friends, Ace and Deuce had caught on.

You sat in between them at the table in your dorm, your head on the table in your arms. You could hear them whispering, and you knew it was about you when you heard them utter your name.

You groaned again. Much less subtly than before.

“Uh, is it just me or is something wrong with you today?” Ace asked, raising a brow.

“Yeah, you look a little.. upset?” Deuce added, and you peeked at him through your arms, seeing concern in his features. Looking at Ace, he was acting as though he didn’t care, but even you could see that he was a bit worried.

“I’m fine, just.. tired,” You muttered, slowly.

“I’m not really sure I buy that,” Ace replied, flicking his wrist.

“Did someone do anything to you?” Deuce asked, unsure of what to say.

“No, I’m fine!” You rushed, not really wanting to worry your friends even more. “I am just— I don’t know, feel.. wrong today? It’s not for any actual reason. It just.. isn’t a good day,” You mumbled, a little sheepishly.

Ace and Deuce shared a look. Weird. Then, they turned towards you, and you began to feel a bit nervous.

“G-guys?” You stuttered, backing up in suspicion when they got closer to you. You didn’t really know what they were up to, but considering it was them, it couldn’t be anything good.

“Don’t worry! This isn’t gonna hurt!” Ace exclaimed, and he was right, it didn’t hurt; it tickled. A lot. Before you could even move, Ace had latched his hands on you, kneading his fingers to, well, tickle you. Deuce was a bit slower on the uptake, but just as determined as he hooked under your underarms and kept scribbling at the sensitive skin.

“Gahaha! Stohop!” You shouted out, instantly, not expecting to be tickled of all things. The usual Ace and Deuce shenanigans included ways to make you laugh– which, thinking about it, tickling actually made a lot of sense– but not like this! They would tell jokes, do silly dances, and even sometimes, distract you with games or something!

“Stop? We’re just getting started!” Ace said, as he continued squeezing your sides, feeling more excited at every jolt you made.

“Ahahahace! Deucehehe!” You giggled, feeling incredibly embarrassed. Ace looked like he was enjoying every second of this, and when you craned your neck to look at Deuce, he seemed very curious and interested.

“You’ll feel way better after we’re done!” Deuce declared, confidence brewing in his tone. His fingers were almost stuck to you, the way they were unrelentless in the tickling. He would scratch at your underarms and poke and your ribs, and it was evil. You couldn’t even stop your laughter if you tried!

“Plehehease!”

“I don’t know. I think I like this side of you. Don’t you, Deuce?” Ace teased, and you could feel your face heat up at that.

“Yeah, it’s pretty nice,” Deuce said, with a small blush on his cheeks, something of a habit of his when complimenting someone. Still, honest as he was, he couldn’t disagree.

When Ace turned to tickling a spot that was especially sensitive to you, you could feel your laughter becoming louder. The two clearly noticed as well. Ace lingered on that spot, and Deuce’s movements faltered, curious to see what Ace had discovered.

“Nohoho!” You cried, squirming in their grasps. Ace chuckled, amused and surprised.

“No way, you’re ticklish here too!” Ace said, mostly to himself, but loud enough to ensure you heard him. Ugh, you wanted to die of shame right then and there.

“They seem to be.. pretty ticklish,” Deuce also noted, and you hadn’t even thought what was happening could get worse! And yet, you found yourself leaning into their touch just slightly. You shook your head when you noticed, because you knew you would never hear the end of it if they found out that you might… actually enjoy being tickled. Even if it was just a little bit.

Instead, you took to fighting them off with more fervor than before. They did, in fact, notice that as they also tickled you with more fervor. Your… flailing and squirming against them didn’t exactly help you at all and you were almost tempted to just give up and accept your fate.

“Heheheey! Stahahap it!”

“Not gonna happen!” Ace responded, his fingers scribbling along your tummy. You tried to suck your stomach in, but amidst your laughter, it was proving to be very difficult. Even worse when his finger started swirling around your navel. You tensed, feeling tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

Deuce’s ticklish assault now on your hips was much more tame, but still added to the torture you were definitely enduring right now! Even then, he looked much more into tickling you than he was before, clearly having gotten comfortable.

“Plehehehease! Ahahaha!” You giggled, slurring your words, feeling a bit delirious. “Mehehehrcy!”

At last, the tickling came to a stop. Not immediately, but their slippery fingers eased up, and finally stopped, leaving you a panting, flustered mess. Gahhh.

“How do you feel?” Deuce asked, a soft smile on his face as he waited for your answer.

“Ah, that was fun!” Ace said, and you narrowed your eyes at him. Wasn’t the point of this to cheer you up? Why did he look more content than you did?

You sighed. “I.. I guess I don’t feel as bad as I did before,” You admitted, but you sat up with a glare. “But, don’t do that again!”

You felt a bit regretful saying that, but admitting you didn’t mind it was definitely too much! Maybe you’d tell them one day, but not today. And, well, even with your words, you were positive that this wouldn’t be the last time they would tickle you. Ace certainly would, considering his reaction.

Deuce and Ace merely chuckled at your reaction, and you pouted. Leaning back on the ground, the two followed. You let out a deep breath.

While tickling might not always be an effective method in cheering you up, it was this time, and that was enough for you. You really had the best friends.

[kooksbunnnn]

I received this ask and accidentally posted this without even finishing the request. I had to delete the post I made, so I hope the person who asked for this request reads this and likes it. 🫶

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Jin loved his members so much. Especially Jungkook, he was like a kid to him and a little brother to you. But never did he expect that he would want to kick him out someday, that too, for giving him blue balls.

Yep. The kid currently chewing the food, you, his girlfriend made for a date HE was supposed to be on with you, alone, intimately, with you on his lap, making out or maybe even more than that. BUT!

Somehow, today was not Jin’s day. He had you so close, against the kitchen counter, you smiled at him, suggesting things he totally understood. Wine visible in your eyes and on your cheeks. He wanted to kiss you everywhere, but what is he doing right now?

“Noona, did you really make this sauce with peanut butter?”

Yea, he was watching Jungkook lick the spoon that rested inside the sauce.

“Mhm.” You nod happily seeing him eat. You loved to feed people with the food you cooked. It was kind of your love language. You made chicken satay for the dinner, which Jin had been craving ever since you made it two weeks ago.

Cheeks still flushed, you watch the younger guy eat the saucy dish with full cheeks. Earlier, Jin wanted to tell him that you guys were somewhat busy, but you being you, the pretty, loving and so loveable you, wanted to feed the guy who came directly from the airport since he was hungry and wasn’t in the mood to make something.

Why the fuck didn’t he order take away?

“The chicken is also so good and soft. Can I take some home?” Jin’s eyes sparkle at the sentence the maknae lets out.

“Yes sure! Get up, I’ll pack some.” Jungkook lifts his head with wide, confused eyes to watch his hyung get up immediately, almost knocking the chair over. Holding Jin’s hand, you stop him with a pout on your lips, big eyes requesting him not to be rude. His shoulders sag as he rolls his eyes, sitting back in his chair.

“I’ll pack you some later, Kook. You tell me more about your vacation, we’ll have dinner with you while we talk, right, baby?” You look at your boyfriend, squeezing his hand softly. Requesting.

Jins nods, he cant refuse anything you ask. Although he wants to smack his clueless brother.

After almost 20 minutes later, Jungkook decided to leave with some chicken and sauce packed in a small bento. The only silver lining in the cloud visible to Jin was how you all had finished dinner, and after Jungkook leaves, you both could finally-

“hey hyung, Yoongi hyung just messaged to ask if you wanna have drinks at his place? Taehyung hyung and Namjoon hyung are also gonna be there, others are slightly busy.” He says, looking at you, and you nod gently listening to him.

“I dont think I could-“ Jin mumbles, hesitantly rubbing the back of his neck.

“You should go, baby. I mean, you guys need some rest and time out of the company.” You tell your boyfriend, and he turns his head at you in confusion at which you nod with a smile. “you go wait for him downstairs, kook.” Hearing this, Jungkook looks at his hyung, moving his brows up and down in question.

Letting out a sigh, Jin mumbles. “Yea I’ll be there, you go.”

“Okay, but bring the makgeolli you made. It's so good.” Jungkook says as he slips his shoes on leaning in for a side hug with you. “See you later, Noona, come hyung.” He nods his head in the door’s direction, stepping out.

“I definitely would’ve if I continued the date.” He mumbles with narrowed eyes, and you chuckle. Squishing his cheeks as he picks his jacket from the coat hanger by the door, you kiss him on the cheeks. “I hope you know why I want you to go, right?”

He nods and pecks your lips, “so that I can chill with the boys.” He says eyes on the fabric, still nodding but with poutier lips, hands fiddling with the jacket's zipper “Mhm. You haven’t done that in ages, baby.” He nods again, and you smile, kissing his lips.

“Also, you should know that when you come back home you can...” You lean in whispering the dirty details. He groans in your ear, and you chuckle at how his hands tighten around your hips, “you want me to leave after saying that?!” he whines as you pull back, chuckling. “I can't wait for you to come back home, baby.” You whisper in his ear as he hums smiling.

He gives a smack on your hip, and you yelp, laughing.

“Me too, baby.” he says with a smirk on his lips.

[lfghughes]

Seal My Fate pt 4

a/n: idk guys i think im going to have to do the same thing i did with heaven cant help me now and give y'all two endings because i cant even pick between them

“Jack, I just want to talk.” His ex was so focused on Jack and trying to talk to him that she didn’t even care that she had an audience, one specifically who was currently still in Jacks shirt. “There’s nothing to talk about.” His words came out in an icy tone and you had never really heard Jack talk in anything but his usual joking tone or soft one. “Ten minutes, please.” Somehow she managed to convince him. “My room, ten minutes and that’s it.” He led the way to his room and she quickly followed, shutting the door behind them.

“Well I’m going to my room to take a nap and to get away from whatever comes from that.” Trevor pointed towards Jacks room before heading into his. “Want some bacon?” Alex asked and it took you a minute to realize he was talking to you, holding out a plate for you. You nodded your head and ate some strips before going back to your place. This was clearly not the place for you to be today because it looked like the mood was going to shift drastically.

A majority of your day you thought back to the past twenty four hours and everything that had happened with Jack. Now you had no clue what would happen. It didn’t seem like he was interested in his ex at this point but you also had no clue what was said behind that door. Not that you had any sort of claim to him especially when just a few days ago you had also slept with his best friend. What kind of situation had you put yourself in?

The day passed and now the night was here. You didn’t really feel any better but you decided you needed to sit outside and get some fresh air to clear your head. Almost like he knew you were out there Trevor appeared from the darkness and onto your deck. “Looks like you kept yourself distracted while I was gone.” You could hear the hurt in his voice even though he was trying his best to not show it. “Trevor..” You wanted to explain yourself to him but there wasn’t much to explain.

“I just don’t get it. I love Jack, that’s obvious because he’s my best friend but you know him too. He’s just lonely and you were the first girl around, can’t you see that? You’re just another girl to him.” His words stung deep and you were trying your best to blink back the tears. As soon as he saw your reaction he realized how hurtful his words had been. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-“

“Is that all I am to you too then? Just the closest girl around that would give you attention?” Maybe you were the fool here after all. You wiped your tears as you looked up at him and you could see the apologetic look on his face. “That’s not what you are to me at all, you’re so much more than that.” He started as he stepped forward crouching down in front of you. His hands went up to your face, helping you wipe away some of those tears.

Suddenly another figure popped up on your deck and you immediately sat up and away from Trevors hands. “Woah, hey is everything okay?” Jack asked as he rushed to your side. “Why are you crying?” He asked and you just shook your head getting up from your seat. “It’s nothing. It’s just been a long day so I’m going to head in.” With those words you made your way inside, leaving Trevor and Jack both outside. “Is it because of my ex showing up?” Jack asked and Trevor shook his head. “It’s nothing.” Trevor told him before walking off before he admitted too much to his best friend.

[lukabitch]

I have a request but Idk if you have ever watched the Resident evil the final chapter movie (or the rest) so i will put a spoiler warning here lmao

Spoiler :

So Wesker Like gets his leg chopped off in the end by a door (i think it was a door) and he has to stay there until everything Explodes and he dies so i wanted to ask if you could maybe write something where the male reader is down there with alice and the others but when the others left the reader Hesitates for a second and decided to like get back to wesker, help him with his leg and get him out of the place before everything explodes, I imagine that the reader and wesker always had this like villain x Hero Releationship where they tease each other but never rly make a move because they fight on different sides but because the Reader has feelings for Wesker and Wesker was always like kinda nice to us we decide to save him and he is thankful and finally makes a real move (like a small kiss or something like that and maybe a confession) but then he teases us afterwards with his stupid Attractive smirk🙄 and we just laugh it off and slap him softly at the arm while smirking too

Im just down bad for this dude rn im so sorry💀 you ofc dont have to write that, you can just ignore it but i had that in mind for a while now and i cant get it out or write it myself because im bad at like everything in my existence, have a Great day/night <3

I appreciate the amount of detail you put into this. Seriously you went above and beyond the expectations on this blog. Thank you so much for the request Anon! :)

Cw: Blood, dismemberment, general medical stuff, i read the wiki still might be inaccurate.

“We’re gotta go!” Alice called out you and the rest of the crew. Everyone was quick to make their way to the exit. You however turned back and head further into the building. Your mind was fighting against what you were doing but another part of you was saying do it.

You moved fast not wasting a second to get to Wesker. Hearing him struggle made you worried that getting him out would be useless. Still you made it down to him without a leg.“Shit hold on!” Rushing over to him you immediately tied a makeshift tourniquet just below the knee.

You pulled him up and drag him out of the building. You got him in a car and fucking floored it. The building blew up shortly after getting the fuck out. “I need you to tell me where one of your safe houses are.” He mumbled an address as you make sharp turns.

“You’re a horrible driver.” Wesker chuckled out causing you to flip him off. “Don’t make me regret not leaving your ass.” You looked over to see him giving one of his signature smirks. “You love me too much to do that pretty boy.”

You haven’t really thought about your feelings for the man. The two of you always had this banter that was kind of flirty. Even if you wanted to go for it things just wouldn’t work out. “Yeah sure that’s exactly why I went back for you.” You tried to sound sarcastic but you didn’t sound sure of it.

Pulling into a driveway you hopped out and pulled Wesker out having him lean on you. It was a bit difficult to get him inside especially without the adrenaline. You managed though and got him laying down. “Look I’m going to cauterise the wound. Unless you have morphine in your pocket it’s going to hurt.”

He just nods his head bracing himself for the pain to come. There wasn’t much to do just heat some metal and press against the open wound. Wesker took it well considering though you weren’t too shocked about that. You wrapped up the wound the best you can.

“There you go sorry that I don’t have anything to numb it.” You smiled up at him before grabbing a blanket for him. “Thank you Y/n.” He pulled you down wrapping the blanket around both of you. This definitely isn’t how you expected today to go but you weren’t complaining.

“You look like a puppy leaning against me like that.” You would have talked back if he did kiss you on the lips. He watched your face darken with blush. “Thank you for coming back for me. I love you for it.” He seemed really sincere about it.

“I love you too wesker.” You mumbled giving him a peck on the cheek. “I know you do.” Of course he has to be a cocky asshole about it. You can’t help but smile at him you really do love him.

[whatisthatmae]

Neteyam x Vitiligo Metkayina! Reader

Part 3 (last part)

I’m going to try and not make this too long 👌🏾

Pronouns : she/her

Y/n’s pov

You cant be serious. How could he just confessed to me so openly like that? I look at him in shock before I look away. This was new to me, this whole experience was. I was lost for words. So much that my mouth was completely dry from having it open for too long. I could tell his expression was awaiting on me to answer, so I did. “You..like me?” I paused for a moment before I continued. “I could say I’m very..glad,to hear that from you. As I do like you too but I have just one question. Why? The other boys from my clan don’t see me in the way that you do. So why do you like me this much?” I asked desperately, I hope he’s not just playing with my feelings right now.

Neteyam’s pov

Did she really just ask me that? What I liked about her? I look at her kind of offended. “Are you saying my taste in women is bad? I think your a very pretty girl ____, but that’s not just the only reason why I like you.” I said hoping she doesn’t cut me off as I continue.

“You have this sort of..mysterious thing about you that has me wondering. Wanting to know more things about you. I love the way you smile at me even if it’s not a big one,it still counts. We relate to so many different topics, I love the time that we spend together ____. Every moment I try to spend it with you during that day. That’s why I like you.” I say all of this very confidently. I’ve never shared my feelings this openly to anyone about this sort of topic. It’s new. It’s special at the same time too. “ I hope that you can accept my confession to you ____” I hope she does, back at my original home I never had the time to..have a crush you could say. Now I have a little more time on my hands to do so.

Y/n’s pov

“Neteyam. Do you mean all of this?” If so, please tell me now.” It almost sounds like I was begging at this point. I needed to know the truth before I say my true answer to him. He nods at me, I look in his eyes to see if she’s telling the truth. Being the Tsahik in training had its perks. I read him spiritually, to see if he was lying to me. But I saw now lies, therefore he was telling the truth. I sighed and told him my answer.

“Neteyam. I like you too. I realized it a few days ago, but I really do. I do accept your confession.” I say with almost tears in my eyes. I can’t believe this was happening. He ran up to me and hugged me while lifting me on the air. He started laughing and so did I. For a moment he stopped and I looked down at him to see him already looking at me. I looked deep into his eyes and leaned down..that is how we had our first kiss.

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It’s been at least 3 days since that whole confession happened and me and Neteyam are taking it slow. You could say we are a couple,I don’t really count things as dating unless two Na’vi bond. But we’re too young for that at the moment. Neteyam has been thinking about telling our parents about our relationship. I’ve been against it every time he brought it up.

I’ve only been against it because I don’t know how my mother will react. I’m not too worried about my father, he’s always been an open man. Hopefully he can accept us too,even though me and him don’t get on good terms he’s still my father either way.

I sighed as Neteyam asked for what it feels like the 10th time today. I stop in my tracks and groaned annoyingly. “ Ugh! Fine, we can tell them. As long as you stop annoying me.” I said glaring back at him while he looks as happy as day.

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We told his parents first. They are a lot more open to new things, rather than mine. I would say the most shocked one had to be Jake, his father. Neteyam has mentioned that a while ago he had told his mother that he liked me,so it wasn’t a surprise to her. None the less, they were happy for the both of us that we were finally together.

Now on to the hard part..my parents. They had been in the Marui for a while now. I sighed as I couldn’t be any more nervous. Neteyam saw this and said “ Hey, it’s going to be okay. If anything happens I’ll be right by your side.” He says as I nod and headed my way in.

“Mom, dad, I have something I would like to tell you.” I said trying to be as confident as I could. “Me and Neteyam are together, as a couple.” I said with a stern face trying to his my nervousness if it ever came through. They look at each other amused before laughing.

Me and Neteyam look at each in question when I ask “What? Why are you laughing?” They stopped laughing and said “Daughter, me and you father already knew. Your nosy brother told us that same night. He was eavesdropping.” My mother said as she rolled her eyes at the thought of my brother. “Even though you don’t need our approval, we accept you and your relationship with the boy.” My father said witha proud look on his face. I looked relieved and thanked them for their consent as Neteyam & I walked out of the Marui.

We looked at each other with a knowing look. Knowing that this relationship with definitely go far. Very far.

THE END!!

[agaypanic]

I loved your Malcom x male reader story! Would it be possible for another? Maybe he’s a new neighbour or an exchange student from England or something? Go wild!

The New Neighbor (Malcolm Wilkerson X Male!Reader)

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Summary: When Malcolm sees a new family moving in next door, he’s ecstatic for a clean slate. But a clean slate isn’t the only thing Malcolm’s getting from you.

A/N: im sorry but i did in fact not go wild, this feels pretty bland tbh lmk if yall would want a second part, i just cant think of a way to continue this rn :/

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It wasn’t every day you got a new neighbor. Most people wouldn’t think much of it; maybe send over some kind of baked goods if they were feeling nice.

But for the Wilkerson family, new neighbors meant new chances. They didn’t exactly have the best reputation in the neighborhood, mainly because of all the boys’ crazed antics. The family just had to make sure they got to the newcomers before anyone else in the neighborhood.

“Hi, can I help you?” You sounded exhausted, probably because you kept walking back and forth, unloading heavy ass boxes. Your parents were starting their new jobs today, but you didn’t start school until next Monday. So you decided to do a bit of unpacking when a boy about your age popped up on your lawn.

“I, uh, I was just coming back from school, and I noticed you weren’t there.” He scratched the back of his head, and you set down the box you were ready to carry inside. Realizing that what he said sounded a bit stalker-like, the boy adjusted his backpack straps and stood up slightly straighter. “Sorry, I don’t mean that in a weird way. I’m Malcolm, by the way. I’m your neighbor.” He pointed to your right, to a house and lawn that definitely stood out from the rest of the block.

“Oh! Yeah, I think I saw you and your brothers yesterday.” You walked down the lawn to get close enough to hold your hand out to Malcolm. “I’m Y/n. I’m starting school on Monday.”

He shook your hand, giving you a polite but somewhat nervous smile. Why he seemed nervous, you had no clue.

“Do you need, like, any help with this?” The two of you looked around your lawn. The movers your parents hired didn’t really care about putting the boxes in the rooms they were labeled for, or the house itself, for that matter. You were lucky it didn’t rain.

“If you don’t mind.”

Having Malcolm around turned out to be a lifesaver. He may have looked like a string bean, but you got the rest of the boxes in the house and in their respective rooms faster with him than you could have by yourself. Plus, he was able to unpack some of the stuff with you, which led to multiple conversations about different things that you apparently had in common.

“So why did you have to move?” Malcolm asked, flipping through one of your comic books.

“Parents got new jobs. Better pay, better school district, hopefully better people.”

“Did everyone at your old school suck?” You laughed lightly, sitting on your bed next to him. He closed the book, thumb between the pages to save his place, and looked at you.

“You could say that. Heard California’s more liberal than where we’re from, so there’s that, I guess.” You leaned back until your back hit the mattress, and Malcolm did the same. You both looked up at the ceiling.

“Why would that matter?” He asked. You took a deep inhale, and Malcolm panicked. “You don’t have to tell me. You know, if you don’t want to.”

“It’s fine.” You said before he could go into a fast-paced tangent. “It’s cool. Um, where I’m from, people aren’t really too fond of… They don’t like gay people that much.” There were a few beats of silence, and you panicked. What was wrong with you? You just met this guy, and here you were, telling him everything about your life.

“So… you’re gay?” Malcolm asked, fiddling with his flannel.

“Enough to not like me.” 

“Well, a lot of people don’t like me or my family. They think we’re kinda crazy or something.” You laughed. From your interactions so far, Malcolm seemed pretty normal. 

“I guess that if I get outcasted again, I have at least one person to hang out with.” You turned your head to see Malcolm already looking at you. You both smiled lightly at each other, as if in agreeance.

After a bit more chatting, you realized how late it was getting. You walked Malcolm out the front door and to the sidewalk. Before you could wave each other goodbye, you decided to bite the bullet.

“Hey, Malcolm?” He raised his brows, waiting for you to continue. You kicked invisible rocks, calming your growing nerves. Why you were nervous, you had no idea. “Do you wanna hang out sometime? You’re the only person I know right now, and you seem pretty cool.” Malcolm nodded almost immediately.

“Yeah, that sounds awesome! How does tomorrow sound? I can show you around town and stuff.” 

You grinned, nervousness washed away by Malcolm’s excitement.

“Sounds good to me. I can give you my number if you want; we can work out a time or something.” He nodded, so you held up a finger, signaling for him to stay and wait, and ran back into the house. You came out a few seconds later with a sharpie. “Roll up your sleeve.” Malcolm tilted his head questioningly but did it anyway. “Couldn’t find any paper.” You elaborated as you scribbled your number on his arm. You capped the marker and started to back away towards your house. “Text me.”

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Malcolm in the Middle Taglist: @rattilol

[m00ngbin]

HI HI SORRY TO BOTHER YOU BUT I HAVE TO SAY THAT I REALLY REALLY LOVED YOUR FANFIC!!! IT WAS SO TOOTH-ROTTINGLY SWEET, I ADORED IT. IT WAS SO CUTE AND I LOVE YOUR WRITING STYLE AND AHHH I LIKED IT A LOT. YOU’RE CHANGING MY WORLDVIEW AND INTERPRETATION OF THE SUZUKIS IN REAL TIME. I LOVED THAT YOU REMEMBERED LITTLE THINGS LIKE THE KITTEN, AND IT FELT LIKE YOU WERE WRITING A REAL KID. IT WAS JUST, IDK IT WAS REALLY REALISTIC AND I FEEL LIKE YOU GOT IT PERFECT. MY FAVORITE SCENE WAS WHEN SHOU AND HIS MOM FIRST CAME INSIDE, I FELT SO BAD THAT HE WAS DISAPPOINTED BUT IT WAS KIND OF FUNNY. And the way you came in with a little bit of angst right at the end? REALLY GOOD. OBVIOUSLY IT WASN’T SAD ENOUGH TO BE ANGST ANGST AND YOU KEPT IT LIGHT, AND I THINK THAT WAS JUST WHAT IT NEEDED. SO GOOD I will be reading this over and over

I do have a few questions about it. How long did it take you to write it? Which scene did you write first? Did you have any inspirations or people you’d recommend? Were there any last minute decisions that you made? If I think of more I’ll send more asks :)

Oh also: I wanted to know, are you ever going to write again? I know it’s the only fanfic you’ve ever written and I can’t imagine how hard writing them is, but I really love your writing style and if you ever did write again I would freak out

And I’m sorry you’ve been getting harassed by anons today

OH WOW HI OH MY GOD? ARGAJSIFHWKDJ YOURE NOT BOTHERING ME AT ALL, I CANT BELIEVE YOU REALLY THOUGHT IT WAS THAT GOOD?? I'm really really glad you liked it, you have no idea how happy this is making me. :DD I was on call with a friend when I got this ask, and she can confirm that I SCREAMED when I saw the notification. I'm glad you thought Shou was realistic, I was really worried about that ajekehej. AND OMG. THAT WAS MY FAVORITE SCENE TO WRITE!! IM REALLY GLAD YOU LIKED THAT ONE

1. It took me maybe two weeks? I'm not 100% sure because it's been a couple months, but that's my best guess. 2. I (shockingly) ended up writing the beginning scene first. Sort of. It was originally a narrative practice I was doing for a class I took last year, but it evolved into me wanting to actually do something with it. 3. Yeah, I did. I'm almost a little embarrassed saying who I would recommend or who inspired me, so I'll comment them after I post this or something like that. 4. Adding the kitten was a last minute decision because I had completely forgotten that the Suzukis had one until LITERALLY the day that I published it

Hopefully I will write again, because I do really like writing. I do have a couple ideas right now, but they're only half-baked outlines and I haven't been able to start on anything because I've been worried about the quality of my writing ajalsifnsk

[donnetellotheturtle]

Wings

Chapter 2

“Its your house. You get it.” Nuru said after a long moment.

Hugo glared. Then the doorbell rang again.

Varian swallowed hard, unable to move. Hugo took a deep breath. “Hide feathers. I’ll take care of this.”

“But-“ He was being gently pushed by Nuru towards a door. A basement, if he had to guess. She opened the door and, confirming the feeling, it led to a set of stairs. Nuru pulled Varian down them. It was freezing down there. Varian immediately started to shiver.

Hugo swallowed hard as the doorbell rang for a third time. He opened the door.

Standing there, was Yong. Crap. He forgot he was supposed to tutor the teen today. And his mom dropped him off early. He looked at the clock. 11:00. Usually he didn’t come until 12.

“Hey Hugo!” Yong grinned, coming in.

“Yong I can’t-“

“My mom said that there was a huge bird out this morning! There were these guys passing out flyers! It looked super cool! Maybe we can go look for then instead of tutoring today!”

“No we cant.”

Yong pouted. “I wont tell my mom if you don’t.”

Hugo pushed his glasses up on his nose. He was too tired for this. “Yong…”

“….I saw something in the window earlier.”

Ah. Yong was watching them. Why was he not surprised?

“What did you see?”

“…A huge wing.” Yong looked at him with those intelligent, kind eyes. The teen truly meant no harm. He was just curious. “…I thought it was fake. Then it moved.”

Hugo sighed softly, running a hand through his hair. “You can’t tell anyone about this.”

“I wont! I promise!” Yong gripped his schoolbag.

“Do you have one of those flyers?”

The teen nodded, and pulled his schoolbag, and gave it over to Hugo.

It was definitely Varian. Though blurry, he could see the boys teal streak in his hair. The flyer was offering up 10000 dollars for whoever caught him. That…that wasn’t a good sign. Yong must have seen the grim look on his face, cause he hugged Hugos waist.

Hugo hugged back, then pulled away.

“Is the person in this picture okay?” Yong asked.

Hugo sighed. “Not exactly…he’s skittish and scared. He doesn’t trust us, really and I can’t say I blame him…not many people would pass up a prize like this.”

Yong bit his lip. “…Are you going to give him up?”

Hugo thought about it for a moment. The prize was good money but…the look on Varian’s face…that look when he first woke up this morning. It haunted him.

“No.”

Yong smiled, relived. “Good.”

Hugo chuckled. He knew what Donella and Cyrus would do in this situation and it filled his stomach with dread. He had to get Varian out of this house, away from dangerous eyes.

“So, what are you going to do?” Yong asked.

“I don’t know…I really don’t.” Hugo sighed.

“Can I…can I meet him?”

Hugo looked at the teen giving him puppy eyes. Then sighed. “I’ll see if he’s up for it.”

“Yong’s here…he was the one watching us earlier.”

“Is that a good or bad thing?”

“He knows about Varian.”

There was a short pause in the conversation.

“He doesn’t mean any harm. Though he does want to meet Varian…”

“I’m not sure that’s a great idea.”

“maybe run it by him? There’s also something else we need to discuss. There’s this flyer….with a 10000 dollar prize for Varian.”

“…Holy shit.”

“I know.”

“you’re not…thinking about it are you?”

“Of course not! I mean I did for a second…”

“Hugo.”

“I’m not going to take it.”

“…let’s not tell him about the flyers just yet. Might make him bolt. I’d rather not chase after him in the snow.”

“Agreed. About Yong?”

“Right. I’ll ask.”

Hugo turned to Yong quickly. “Could you hide that flyer? We don’t want to freak him out.”

Yong nodded and stuffed it into his schoolbag.

“Varian said its okay, but he wants to make sure it’s not a trap.”

Hugo thought about how to make him more comfortable. He wasn’t sure.

“What would make him the most comfortable?”

A short pause.

“Giving him a lot of space, but everyone in view.”

“Got it.”

Hugo gently pulled Yong away from the door, and waited. A minute later, Nuru led the way in and Varian followed.

“Woah…” Yong whispered. “Cool!”

Varian stared at the shorter boy nervously.

“Can you fly? How fast can you go? Have you ever flown as high as an airplane? Where did you come from?”

Yong was bouncing on his heels. Varian calmed down a little seeing the teens excitement.

“Uh…yeah, usually. Not right now cause of the splint but I can go pretty fast. I’ve never measured it though. I’ve flown higher than airplanes actually. It's really cold up there. I came from…Corona.”

All three of them turned to Varian.

“Corona?” Nuru questioned. “Where’s that?”

Varian bit his lip. “An island in the sky…”

“Cool!!!” Yong came up to Varian. “I’m yong!” He held out a hand.

“Uh, Varian.” Varian took it slowly.

Yong shook it excitedly.

“Feathers, if you’re from an island in the sky, how did you get down here?” Hugo asked.

Varian tensed. “I um…I….”

Nuru frowned, putting a hand on Hugos shoulder. “Questions for another time, Hue.”

“Right. Sorry.”

Varian smiled a bit in relief. Hugo bit his cheek. The winged boy reminded him of himself just after he was adopted by Donella. Jumpy and scared and ready to run at a moments notice if something went wrong. Ready to lie, cheat, steal, and betray at a moments notice if it meant he stayed alive.

Hugo shook those thoughts out of his head.

He watched as Yong asked questions to Varian.

“Whats Corona like?”

“Uh well…it’s a small kingdom. Ruled by queen Rapunzel after her parents retired.”

“Does she have wings too?”

“Yeah. Golden ones that are like 6 feet wide!”

Hugo smiled as Varian lit up in talking about his home.

“Woah!!”

“And my…my dad…” Varian faltered. “Oh my god…my dad.”

Hugo put a hand on Varians shoulder, squeezing it. “You okay?”

“I just…I haven’t thought about him in years…not since…”

Varian looked down, only for Yong to hug him. He looked at the teen. “It sounds like you miss him a lot.”

“I do…I really do. We lived out in old Corona together…a smaller island connected to the bigger one…I helped with the farm. He was the only one I had…no…no one there really understood me. At least he tried to.”

Hugo sighed. “We’re getting you home.”

“Huh?” Varian looked over to him.

“We’re going to get you home to your dad, Feathers.”

Varian all at once had hope, suspicion, fear, and excitement in his face. “…how?”

“I don’t know.” Hugo admitted. “But it’s better than staying here.”

Nuru nodded. “Youre one of us now, Varian.”

“O-One of you?”

Hugo grinned, wrapping an arm around Varian’s shoulders, careful of his bad wing. “Yeah angel. The dork patrol.”

Yong giggled. “That isn’t our team name!”

“You’re right! I nominate team flight control as our name.” Nuru said.

“Well I like the best friend squad!”

Hugo looked at Varian. “What do you think angel?”

Varian thought for a second. “….Team radical?”

“Yes!” The three called out, grinning. Varian chuckled.

Varian felt warmth in his stomach. Just a couple of hours and these two were already claiming Varian as one of their own. It felt, oddly calming. Varian couldn’t trust it though.

What if they wanted something? What if they learned about the money they would get for turning him in?

What if all of this was some dream his brain made up to help him cope with being in that awful place? One where he had friends and people he could trust.

“Angel.” Hugo was suddenly close to Varians face. It made the winged boys face heat up.

“Y-Yeah?”

“You can trust us. Okay?”

Varian bit his lip. “…You promise?”

Hugo took his hand. It made Varians face heat up more.

“I promise.”

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[ayupimqueen]

My sleepy rant about my fallout ocs i did instead of studying

Warning this is long af but I’m an idiot who likes uploading random stuff nobody reads

Time for a small rant about my ocs their stories and my love for the fallout universe everyone, I cant keep the thoughts on my head so yeah sorry

I think the reason I’ve started to grow so fond of fallout lately is because I find a lot more hope in it than in my life now.

I mean Fallout 3 is a really personal game to me because of some family issues that happened (and are still going on) when I first played the game (we’ll come back to this in a bit).

And now watching the world fcking rot before my eyes and not being able to do anything because despite what people think the reality is that a single person can’t change the world unless the people with money say so

And now when I play this games I just like to feel that maybe I still have a future despite what happens, because now I feel that it’s too late to save the world.

And I see the stories of the characters I created for this world, and how I’ve given each one of them a part of my life.

And then i noticed a pattern of you say.

All of my character (except for one), despite of what happens, have a happy ending related to something I want or that has happened to me:

Lets start with the odd one out: hope who just dies at the end.

Hope is probably my saddest character EVER (she’s suffered even more than my Minecraft oc and I used to think that was impossible) her dad leaves her, she is exiled from the vault, gets hated on by everyone, has the worst luck ever and feels alone always, then thers a bit of a break when she gets a friend but then she finds his dad and everything goes downhill to the point that even tho she has people with her she just feels alone.

I wont go deep on her story because i want to write it.

I’ll just say that from a certain point she knows she is going to d ie somehow, her friends try to stop it but she still dies, and for worse she dies because she wasn’t important to the brotherhood. She gave everything to everyone and people took advantage of her.

Her name is close to my deadname, and I based bits of her story and personality from how I felt at the time when I first played the game and even her looks are based off of me irl but in a “preattier” way that I used to want. So I guess she is a way of showing the shittier part of my life and how it’s kind of the part of me that I want to get rid off.

Then we have the other side of the coin: Reina

They started as an self insert oc that escalated into a bigger character that made me actually develop the other ocs

They are the contrary to Hope, mostly because they are based of my personality, issues and objectives that I have now. Also their looks are closer to both the persona I use online and what I wished I looked irl now. Their name is also just my chosen name but in Spanish and I chose a cool last name lmao. And she is from center Mexico because fuck yeah it’s my country lmao

Reina also has many issues, as their backstory is the exaggerated version of my mommy issues, but instead of a regular mom- genderless offspring thing i go trough Its a Evil selfish ahole rich mom vs rebel “daughter” who is neglected and abused. But the thing I like to focus on while thinking of their story, and the thing that is closer to my actual life, is her search for love.

They were raised by neglecting parents that litterary saw them as a “economic opportunity”, marring them to a narcissistic guy and shattering al their dreams.

Then they forget all of that thanks to the power of the script and amnesia trope and they get to meet Hancock, who ends up loving them and have character growth and all that jazz. (I’m writing the fic I swear I just don’t get to concentrate)

In the end Reina gets to be happy, as they represent the me I am today, while Hope dies as she is one of my most horrible moments. Both being an exaggerated version of what I lived because I’m a sucker for angst and hurt/confort stories.

Then is the sexy af middle ground i call Rose Garza.

She is a bit of a miscellaneous character, i made her from the north of Mexico because I lived there as a child and her design was just me creating a character based on some of the things I consider attractive and her personality is like the silly part of me.

The sad part of her strory isn’t based of something that happened to me or similar but something that works more for her character.

The one issue I gave her based on me is that she wants to have friends but she is either abandoned forgotten or legged out.

She also has the thing of finding a loved one but in a different people only like her for her looks way, but that doesn’t happen to me so yeah.

She is the silly one of the group I guess.

I can’t rant on Venus and Mars yet because I haven’t finished the first two games and I don’t even have the final name for my fallout 74 oc( they are totally hailing mothman tho lmao)

So yeah that my rant, im sleep deprived so sorry you all have to deal withe the parasites in my head lmao

[ryuichirou]

Replies

Also shorter ones today… mostly related to our previous replies and posts!

Anonymous asked:

After seeing Eel Floyd with Riddle

AND THOSE BITE MARKS 👀👀👀👀

I gotta know -

Did Floyd slip and slide in Riddle?

Or

Also

Did Riddle magically goldfish form and the two had merman sex???

Honestly I wasn’t thinking about Riddle also becoming a merman, but they absolutely have to have merman sex at some point, otherwise it just isn’t fair (to me) lol

And to answer your first question, yes, there might have been some slipping and sliding in Riddle involved~

Anonymous asked:

re: the gaslighting Jade ask. I randomly stumbled on your blog from other ones, and I literally blocked you because shroudcest triggers me. Ultimately, we are responsible for our own safety. As long as it’s properly marked for (which yours clearly is since I blocked you the second I made a tumblr), really all we can do is filter the things that hurt us out.

(im agreeing with you btw. draw what you want i cant stop you. just feel like i in particular make a point worth mentioning from seeing that. you can answer this or not bc obviously i probably wont see it anyway)

Anon! Whether you see this reply or not, thank you very much for writing this despite having us blocked lol

You really are making a good point, and I am glad that you are taking care of yourself and avoiding uncomfortable stuff. I really encourage it. Thank you for understanding and for approaching this issue with respect.

Have a good day.

Anonymous asked:

Gaslighting IS Jade’s love language. Also mushrooms.

Facts, Anon <3 He doesn’t waste his gaslighting and mushrooms on those he doesn’t find entertaining love!

Anonymous asked:

Honestly I can totally see Cater as the kind of guy that now and then buys a random manga just because the cover looks aesthetically pleasing, although if they are BL they are probably more oriented towards shonen-ai than explicit content. But also he wouldn't really read them because he finds the stories and characters a bit ridiculous (is he a bitter anti-romantic? or maybe his sisters used to collect shojo manga and he associates the love story genre with them?). I bet when he had roommates he had fun leaving one of his manga lying around, just to see people's reaction and go "aw, shoot, you saw it? that's sooo embarassing..." or something like that

To be honest, I can see that too. Cater seems like someone who isn’t all that into anime and manga, but is aware of it enough to recognise that the cover is pretty and that there is something gay inside (he might figure out the latter thing later as he looks inside the book lol). His sisters really could be into it though, so I can see him having certain associations.

lol Cater’s roommates “finding” his manga though… Don’t act so coy, Cater 😭

Anonymous asked:

Goddammit! Idia, you cannot escape me for long, one way or another, your chest will be licked! *shakes fist at the sky*

I love how this is turning into a Looney Tunes cartoon…

Anonymous asked:

Idia doesn’t have nipples. He accidentally shaved them off. Tragic 😔 L in the chat for his nipples.

Damn. I’m afraid I have bad news for the previous Anon.

Anonymous asked:

Do you have any HCs for Neige and/or Chenya?

We do have HCs about Neige/Vil and Chenya/Riddle (1,2)!

Anonymous asked:

It is I, 🐩 anon,

So I got a friend into twst and tell me why her favorite character is goddamn Crowley? I'm currently trying to convert her to Divus supremacy. Enough about this. Let me ask my silly little question.

Is there anything about TWST's story plot that you dislike or wished it was worked on more? Or character you wish were more fleshed out? 

Your friend has quite the taste… She is probably a genius of sorts 😔🙏

I feel like I was pretty vocal about it, so I am sorry for talking about it again, but I really didn’t enjoy how Ch2 was handled and Leona in general, to be honest. I wrote a post about my grievances a whole year ago, but my stance didn’t really change. We’ve rewatched the majority of the main story since then, and I thought that maybe with fresh minds and fresh eyes we would enjoy Leona at least to some degree, but unfortunately it didn’t really help. The events don’t really help either…

There might be some other things, but this is the one I think about every time when we talk about the flaws of TWST writing.

Anonymous asked:

what is your notp?

A bunch of Leona ships come to mind, i.e. Leona/Malleus, Leona/Vil, Leona/Idia 🤔 But also a bunch of Trey ships, like Trey/Jade or Rook/Trey…

Anonymous asked:

if you had to go on a date with one of the twst boys who are you picking? i'm picking idia

Idia is a great option, Anon; he would be so uncomfortable and awkward, getting nervous about the smallest inconveniences and whispering “thank god” every time you don’t force him to do something… I would pick him to, but my second option would be Jamil. I think he’s pretty chill.

Katsu would've picked Jade because of course, this is the best pick.

Anonymous asked:

any old fandoms that you feel out of love with?

Can’t think of any, Anon… I feel like we never fall completely out of love with anything, just move on, but there is always an opportunity that we’ll come back at some point. Things like Homestuck are still on our minds constantly lol

There are some titles that we kind of started watching, but then stopped because it wasn’t fully out yet, and since then we kind of lost interest for this thing. And with some of these titles it’s very unlikely that we’ll ever go back, but it’s never 1000% impossible. But then again, it’s not like we loved these titles…

Anonymous asked:

Funfact: The crowley that crowley is named after used to perform sex based magic with men

Damn I hope this is what our Crowley also does. This is his dark secret that is very poorly hidden

Anonymous asked:

I think Riddle would be a really good teacher's pet

Oh he would <3 He is a teacher’s pet.

Ironically, I feel like this makes him a bit boring for Crewel…although it depends…🤔

Anonymous asked:

What is a ship you rarely draw but you love

I don’t draw any of them enough, I love them all! Waaaaah :(

I feel like I don’t draw Sebek/Silver nearly enough for how much we love them, Rook/Epel is also a rare one but we love it, Sebek/Idia could use more love, anything with Jamil too…

Anonymous asked:

Please share with us a full list of the preference of the TWST boys? Top or bottom? I typed up a list for you to use!

Anon, we have a list in our pinned post! But since you’ve typed up a list, I’ll go through the list again :) We also have a post in which we explain our reasoning for each choice, so you can read it too if you’re interested.

Oh! And if you meant some other types of preferences, please let me know. In that case though, we have a list of the boys’ kinks, which isn’t the same thing, but pretty close; so you can read this one too if you want <3

Riddle – bottom

Ace – top

Deuce – bottom

Trey – top

Cater – top

Leona – bottom

Ruggie – top

Jack  - top

Azul – top

Floyd – top

Jade – top

Kalim – top

Jamil – bottom

Vil – bottom

Rook – top

Epel – bottom

Idia – bottom

Ortho  – top

Malleus– bottom

Sebek  – top

Lilia  – top

Silver– bottom

[altschmerzes]

augh. the fuckening continues. Some More Stuff has gone down with my shitty shitty dad. yes. the one that died. It Continues To Go Down, Some Fucking How.

if you saw me talk about this somewhere else already sorry lmao. i don't even know why i'm like. i know there are people who i want to know things about how my life is going and who are invested in how i'm doing who follow me here and wouldn't have seen this elsewhere so it's like. sort of a bulletin and also i'm still just. it's circling around in my head kind of inescapably so. here's this. sorry for the continued oversharing re: The Fuckening, hopefully this'll be the last of it but apparently there is no way to remotely guarantee that he will stop pulling shit like this despite literally no longer being alive.

theres been a whole Thing where my dad had a life insurance policy through his work and the people from his job contacted our family and said that my sister and i were listed as the beneficiaries on the policy and so they needed the death certificate and our information to get that taken care of. i have been the one primarily in contact with the lady handling it, we emailed and talked on the phone a few times. and then recently my sister got something in the mail from the insurance people and i didn’t and we wondered if it was a problem with my address being canadian or my name change and so i called the insurance company today to get that sorted. according to them, based on the information provided by his work, I Am Not A Beneficiary. it’s just my sister, im listed as a contingency in case something happened to them before him or whatever i guess. so now there’s. that. going on. which, like. it makes sense, my sister is the one he had a relationship with and that’s a choice i made and it’s not like im owed anything but it’s still like. once again my sister is everyone’s favourite and im Nobody to my family unless they’re directly reminded i exist. except that like. he did remember i existed. he deliberately and specifically listed me as the backup and it was like- i felt weird about the whole thing already. Really Weird about it but this did not. make me feel Less Weird.

and it's like i just. why couldn’t the HR person from his job have read the fucking form correctly if that’s what it said this whole time. why was i listed as a CONTINGENCY beneficiary in the first place. i knew that man, i knew how his mind worked, i remember how every time i saw him when we WERE speaking he would inevitably bring up my brother and how my brother wouldn’t talk to him and how much that sucked. listing my sister for this policy and then adding me as a Backup Plan was like. this wasn’t about wanting to take care of my sister and just not thinking of me at all. so it’s like all the rest of it and now just. knowing, like knowing this was a choice he made to Punish Me for not being involved in his life. because his focus was never on what he had it was always on what he didn’t and how unfair and horrible it was that he didn’t have it. if he just hadn’t thought about me at all his partner of 11 years would be listed as the contingency if they Needed him to have one, the only reason to have put my name down like that was to Make A Point and to get back at me for walking away from him and it just?

like who does that. i cant get my mind around it. there is literally no reason for my name to have been included the way it was except to make a point and that’s what im upset about, not the inheritance stuff, it’s just. he was a vicious, petty, vindictive person and he got one last shot in to hurt me the only way he could because i wouldn’t talk to him. that letter he sent last year to my grandmothers house, this, he like. he hated me, i think. some part of him was so angry at me that he hated me and wanted to hurt me in any way he could even just by writing my name down like Not You Though, The Other One Is The One I’m Acknowledging As My Child Who I Want To Care For And Protect In The Event Of My Death, But I Need It To Be Clear It’s NOT You on paperwork he probably never thought anyone else would see. how pissed and resentful do you have to be for that to be something you think to do.

just like. was it not enough. was what he did to me when i was a kid not enough. why do things have to KEEP happening. why does he KEEP needing to find ways to hurt me as bad as possible because that is the outcome he wanted. was to hurt me as bad as he could in whatever way he could. just. what the fuck.

yknow in my like. ninth grade english class there was this one super insane day after it was made extremely clear that my teacher had no control over the class and wasn’t gonna try and rectify that where these two kids who hated each other got in this big fight like. mid-class. and the way this fight took place is one of them was shouting across the room and the other was, and this is not a joke, repeatedly changing the name of a wifi hotspot on his phone, as a way of responding to her. this is about that level of petty, immature bullshit. conducting a fight with someone by changing the name of a wifi hotspot. getting back at your bitch of a daughter who won’t talk to you by filling out HR paperwork so that it’s SUPER clear you only meant the other one and NOT this one SO THERE. etc. what a fucking child.