#wind doesnt mess around when he wants something

[kikker-oma]

When Pigs Fly🐷

[littleplantfreak]

Down to my level

Headcanons Ft. Umemiya Hajime, and Togame Jo

These guys are 6'2 and I think 6'1 respectively so have some writing about being shorter than them cause I'm 5'7ish and wanna climb them like a tree literally. Some ended up not being about height because i got off track thinking about Ume's arms //shrugs

Umemiya Hajime

Loves ruffling hair and he thinks it's endearing when you try to do it yourself to him. Catch him while hes squatting in the garden for perfect ruffling opportunities. (maybe a smooch or two as well)

He will seat you on things when he's kissing you so he doesn't get a cramp in his neck, or better yet just wrap your legs around his waist and he'll hold you up. Give those big arms of his a workout, he'll be more than happy to hold you.

Can't help but grab things for you if they're too high. If you have a problem with that he makes sure to have a step stool. (Just stop putting things so high? Nah he thinks it's cute when you're on your tip toes)

King of carrying - once again he is a big guy so he can do princess carries, piggybacks, fireman's carry, you name it. He's even tried carrying you under his arm like a football though it's not the cutest carry to be in.

He's easy to pick out in a crowd even if he didn't have white hair so you don't really have to worry about losing him.

Blocks out the sun really well or if you're hiding from someone you can basically disappear behind him.

His height also helps in games of chicken fights when you're in the pool or at the beach. Sturdy af AND tall? Y'all are unstoppable no matter how short you are.

"How's the weather up there?"

"Oh! Wanna find out?" Before you can answer he's wiping his hands off and scooping you up effortlessly, arms looped around your waist. Hands resting on his shoulders, you're a few inches taller than him like this. "What do you think?"

"Crystal clear skies...approximately 76 degrees fahrenheit and," you lick the tip of your pointer finger, sticking it out, "wind is blowing from the west. Not to mention the scenery up here is so much prettier than down there." He puffs out a laugh when you gaze at him a little lovestruck as you say the last part.

"You think I'm pretty?" he whispers, looking up at you for once.

"Illegally so." Your answer is so serious it's got his heartbeat taking off and he couldn't fight the smile if he tried.

"Y'know my normal weather man told me the exact same thing this morning!"

"So he's my competition?" You huff and giving him a pat on the arm signalling for him to put you down. Instead, he lowers you just enough so you're eye level with him, noses brushing lightly. Being this close you can smell the dirt from his gardening and the lingering of his minty shampoo from earlier this morning.

"You win every time sweetheart."

Togame Jo

Uses his height for good - usually. Kisses the top of you're head when you aren't paying attention to him.

If you're a brat he'll hold something you want just high enough for you to start jumping for it (thats the evil). He's impossible to knock down or and weighing his arm down to grab it doesnt work either. If Choji's around you can enlist his help in getting it since his jumps are always impressive. He accepts payment in candy though.

Also a carrier. He likes piggybacking you places the best. Especially in the winter cause you're extra toasty.

He's good at typing hair up and can help whenever you have a bad hair day. He's got a full view so he'll fix it as soon as its messed up.

loves being dragged down by his shirt to be kissed. He wears that gi sometimes though I don't know if thats the correct name for what he wears. In jiu jitsu its really solid and tough near the neck areas so you can pull and maneuver you're partner around? In any case when I see him wearing it I just wanna cross collar grip it and drag him on the floor (lovingly I swear) (I think its a gi?? I know he wears monks clothes so they might just be really similar)

You are not in a good mood. Togame's holding the last strawberry ramune over your head with a small frown and refuses to give it back. If anything you should be the one frowning. Sure you snapped at him because you were a bit grumpy, and it wasn't even his fault but you're tired, it's raining, and thats the last strawberry ramune.

"All ya gotta say is 'sorry' doll. I'll even open it for you if you want." he drawls slow as ever.

"I can get it," the words are punctuated by small hops and desperate grabs at air. You're even more winded than before and Togame's just deciding whether he should give in when Choji rounds the corner. A small gasp as a light bulb goes off in your head seeing Shishitoren's leader. "Choji I CHOOSE YOU!" You yell, pointing straight at the drink being held hostage. He moves before any thought can cross his mind as he makes a high jump between the you and Togame, successfully grabbing your prize. As he's handing you the ramune, you root around your hoodie pocket for the last few candies and trade him.

"Nice doing business with you! That wasn't very nice though Kame-chan" Choji chirps and waves before being lured away by the sounds of the other members laughing and talking about going out for karaoke.

There's a moment of quiet before you peek to the side to stare at your boyfriend. You realize you haven't been nice either and bite the bullet. Roll the ramune over in your hands, you look down at your feet.

"I'm sorry I've been grumpy at you. Think I'm just tired. 's no excuse but-" The drink is gone, being popped open by deft hands before Togame gives it back with a silent nod.

"There's a couch in one of the rooms down the hall. Want me to carry you?"

"You gonna lay with me?"

"That's the plan, yeah." Whether it's from the weather or from fighting with you, you can tell he's tired too.

"Good. And yes please." Your voice is soft as you reach up, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

"There's my sweet girl," he grunts, hoisting you up in a princess carry and making his way to one of the back rooms further from the noise of the other boys in the theater.

[melkyt]

There is something so sexy about Cora wearing dog-tags.

Mmm Cora loosing his memory in the snow trope, only the dogtags to identify him, and all they say is 'Rosi', a series of numbers and a marine base on the back.

That's where he goes once he wakes up, and this time, he really can't talk, beyond a word or two. The bullets did a number on his lungs, windpipe, and everything else. It's a miracle he is alive.

Rosi wonders without a clue, clumsy as ever. Chancing on a village, getting cleaned up, and getting some much needed treatment. When he wakes up, he is reported to the marines.

He is taken to the main marine headquarters.

Where he has a chance meeting with a certain red head, who is there to talk to the elders. Shanks informing them that the key to the one piece, joy boys fruit is now out of circulation, and if they try anything without Luffy confronting them directly, he will stop them but thats not here or there.

Shanks, tired, head addled from bloodloss at loosing his arm only a few days ago. Not paying attention where he is going, bumps into Rosi.

Rosi tries to help, only to hit his head on the low ceiling and falll, pulling Shanks with him. Trying to apologies but it doesnt work, trying to untangle only to get his hands caught in Shanks' coat.

Shanks telling him to calm down, and untangling. He gets a look of Cora and smirks. "You are way to cute to be a marine" He flicks the bullet pierced dog tags. "Rosi, huh?" He makes no move to get up.

Rosi blushes, taking out the notepad where he pre-wrote his situation. He also added that he has a feeling he is looking for someone. All he has is a feeling that its a kid, his kid. He has a name, but thats it.

Shanks nodding as he reads. "I got a ship, I can help you look." Shanks not passing up to have the cute blonde join his crew, even for a little while xd

Rosi is hesitant at joining a pirate crew but feels like this is his best chance to find out more about his lost memories. The marines no longer feel like the right place for him. So he joins the red haired pirates.

Re-learning sign language while on the ship, sitting with Shanks, listening to the mans stories, about Luffy, the world.

Them getting closer as they travel. Rosi gets a little discouraged that there is no sign of Law or his memories coming back. He decides there is little chance he will every get his old life back, so he settles living with Shanks, joining the crew officially.

It is a decade and some before he gets a snippet of information.

Shanks keeping an eye out on Luffy, and crosses across an article that mentions a Trafalgar Law. His eyes widen and he goes to get Cora,

Shanks for the first time in a while calling up Luffy for the info.

Luffy just going, oh yeah, "Traffy! He's cool!" Then probably yelling to Law since they traveling together, the news hits Shanks right around Punk hazard

Law taking the receiver, cautious about wtf an emperor wants from him.

Shanks throwing the snail at Rosi who fumblees with it before catching it. His voice isnt sure. "Law?"

Law freezes and then hangs the fuck up. Its obviously a trap, Cora in his mind is dead.

Rosi crying and not sure why, his memories not back yet. Shanks hugging and comforting him. They were headed in the direction of the strawhats anyway, since he heard it on the wind that they were headed to take down Kaido. He pushed the ship faster to meet the kids.

Mmmm them meeting up in Dressrosa. Shanks just catchhing up with Luffy. Law not there, he is focused on revenge soemwhere else. The bird cage seperating the kids from CoraShanks until after Dressrosa.

Rosi is a mess, Shanks has a decision to make of getting involved directly and hurt Luffy's growth, or dissapoint Rosi, who he very much loves.

Luffy runs off before he can decide.

Shanks calls up the kid and tells him to bring Law to a spot where the cage is weakest. Luffy goes sure whatever. They are running around town anyway

Law still thinks its a trap, even if he sees Cora with his own two eyes. Some trick of Doffy's, for sure

Rosi, even without his memories knows this is the kid he was looking for but has no way to prove it.

Shanks is about to cut down the birdcage using Haki. Luffy yells at him to not get involved, he's beating Mingo for Traffy!

Rosi' eyes unfocus on the birdcage, he doubles over in pain. Law, despite himself, is worried, fake or not. They still look like Cora, albeit older and less stressed. Law telling Shanks to get him the fuck out of there and that this is their business.

Shanks not sure he should leave their kids alone but also seeing how much pain Rosi is in just by being there. He grumbles and decides to leave, it is Luffy's battle and he did promise not to interfere in the kids quest for the one piece.

They leave back to the ship. Rosi goes into a deep sleep as the memories hit him. Shanks is by his side, holding the blondes hand. Afraid to lose the man he caught feelings for.

Rosi is out all of Dressrosa, and wakes up only when Doffy is all beat up.

Luffy immediately drags Law to Shanks' ship when they both wake. There is a whole teary eyed reunion for Cora&Law.

Shanks smiling as he has never seen the man just that happy, and well, its kinda funny that Rosi's 'kid' is the one who saved Luffy during the whole marineford situation. He only finds out later, and takes note to call Buggy and gets on his case for not mentioning Law. His old friend should have known to do it. That way he could have made Rosi happier sooner!

[aayakashii]

I’m still thinking horny thoughts and Pink just made them worse. So we are going back to the idea you gave of Phenix-like horny levels for Haru and the teasing idea from Pink to get: Haru trying to go about his days doing his chores but you’re wearing tight clothing that is either hanging low enough for your tail to pop through or has a hole cut for you tail. Either way, all attention is on your ass. And you’re being so sweet to the animals around you, and your leaning over so your ass is in the perfect mounting position, and your tail is swinging and cooling to make it look better and Haru doesn’t even realize that he is leaning against the gate, humping his sensitive dick against it as he almost drools and whines out. The wind blows your scent over to him, and it’s only making his situation worse, maybe if you could see his eyes you could tell that they were crossed and his bunny nose is twitching side to side (and is his tail) as his humping gets more frantic. He’s aware that this is pathetic but he’s getting so much friction and the idea of stopping, even just to get a hand around his dick makes him want to die (because he’s a dramatic fuck). Maybe at another point he hears you refer to yourself as “mama” or something to peekaboo, and a switch is flipped and suddenly he’s cumming untouched as he is racing to get to you. He’s gotta breed you. He doesn’t care about anyone or anything else, just seeing you filled with his cum and eventually his child. You’ll smell so sweet and milky and your tits will swell and he’s gonna cum again if these thoughts continue.

I have a bit of a hard time writing for Towa. I adore him, he’s fascinating to me, but I struggle to write the “carefree and pretends to be innocent at times but is also more than a bit heartless and powerful” thing without more insight to his past/behavior. However!!! I think a thing that gets him is the idea that mates = soulmates. Yes, neither deer nor cats mate for life, but he make sure the two of you are the exceptions to that. He’s gonna fill you up, breed you so well and full that no one is going to ever be able to take you away from him. No one with advanced senses will be able to be in a 50 foot radius and not smell him on you. You are his. He’s ok with being yours as long as he gets to keep you and breed you.

Ren, my total virgin who definitely was into cat girls and MC before this, now being confronted with the mix of those two. His dick can’t handle this. His toy collection definitely can’t. He already stole a pair of your panties before his sense of smell was so intense. Now, he can smell your pheromones even without them and it’s driving him crazy. What if you had to change and you use his room and decide to leave your bag with the dirty clothes in there? Hes panting like he’s dying, trying huff the scent into his soul as his eyes cross, and his tongue lulls out. His tail is wagging so hard it could cause a tornado, and he’s debating hooking the legs of the panties around his human ears so the gusset stays over his face so he can use one hand to Jack off and the other to squeeze and milk his knot. He needs you he needs you he needs you. No one and nothing else could milk his knot the way you would, he’s certain of it. He saw the outline of your chubby pussy in your leggings when you bent over with your tail up, if you just give him the chance to suffocate in there, he’ll figure out a way to make you cum on his tongue. He’ll learn. It might make him cum a few times before he makes you cum, but then he’ll just use his hands to scope up the mess and feed it into you, and use it as lube to fuck you fuller.

(Sorry if this is too much, like I’m repeating myself too much. I just really dig this idea!!!)

👻

I FROTHING AT THE MOUTH I HAVE NO WORDS ABT THIS I JUST NEED HARU AND REN SPECIFICALLY (I love towa but he def doesnt need much to be horny around mc, meanwhile haru and ren being desperate is just SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO *chef's kiss* I love pathetic desperate men)

[wrathofrats]

Mushy May Day 13: thunderstorms

Mountain × dew

Wc: 939

Rating: teen/mature. Small mentions of sex

"Dew, can I ask you a question"

"I mean, yeah of course? What's up"

"Why do you act the way you do"

Extra stuff: hurt/comfort, mountain attempts to have a serious talk with dew, vague description of a small panic attack, I hurt my feelings with this one.

Dew slowly opened his eyes, just in time to see the room be lit up with lightning, closely follow by a clap of thunder that echoed through the house. He rolled over, and attempted to snuggle into a body that was no longer there.

“Mountain?” He whispered in a low groggy tone. It wasn’t like mountain to leave in the middle of the night when they slept together. He pulled the blanket up to his chin and tried to go back to sleep. Dew rolled over and back, trying to listen to the storm and go back to sleep, but it was futile. The ghoul slowly stretched and swung his legs over the bed walking out to the kitchen.

Another large lightning strike lit up the living room, and a figure sitting outside on the patio.

“Mountain?” Dew whispered again and opened the back door.

“Hi droplet” mountain said, sitting in a chair and turning to face dew “storm wake you up?”

Dew closed the door and walked over to stand next to him, “Yeah I guess. You too?”

“Just couldn’t sleep”

“ ….. we could go for round two if you want something to tir-“

“Come sit with me”

Dew didn’t question him and pulled over a chair right beside his. The strong wind and splashes of rain made him pull his jacket closer to himself, shivering as he sat down. Mountain shot him a glance and threw his arm over his shoulder, pulling the smaller ghoul close as another boom of thunder hit. Mountain breathed deeply, inhaling the earthy smell of thunderstorm, with hints of dewdrop, fresh and sweet. They sat like that for a minute before dew broke the silence

“So do you just, watch?”

“Yeah”

“What are you watching? There’s nothing happening”

Mountain smiled at him “there’s plenty happening, but sometimes it’s nice to sit and just appreciate nature even when there’s nothing going on”

“Sounds like you’re just a nerd” mountain rolled his eyes and sighed. He breathed deep for a minute. As much as he loved dew, sometimes he wanted to spend his time peacefully. He lost his patience with him earlier, evident by the bruising around his wrist and the way dew couldn’t quite sit still. They sat for a couple more minutes without speaking. Purely taking in the wind and rain. More thunder rumbled in the distance. They watched as the silvery clouds flashed above the tree line.

“Dew, can I ask you a question”

“I mean, yeah of course? What’s up”

“Why do you act the way you do”

Dew was stunned. That’s not a question he knew how to answer, or answer in a way he thought mountain wanted. “I dont- what do you mean?” He asked, looking up at the bigger ghoul. Mountain had his head back, staring directly into the sky.

“You’re just constantly messing around. You seem to do things specifically to get on people’s nerves, specifically to get a reaction. I don’t really understand you sometimes. You seem to just always want to be bad”

“Fuck you” tears welled up in dews eyes. He quickly stood up and pushed mountain away, stumbling backwards.

“Droplet that’s not-“

“I dont” he furiously wiped his face, embarrassed to have mountain see him cry. He knew he was probably over reacting. But that sentence stung you just always want to be bad he doesnt. He doesn’t know why he acts the way he does.

“I know you don’t” mountain attempted to move towards him, but dew continued to back up, putting as much space as possible between them.

“You just fucking said I do. You just said I do you asshole” the tears were falling faster than he could wipe his face. He wanted to rush inside, lock himself in his room and attempt to forget the conversation that was happening. He doesn’t want to be a nuisance, to make people angry, to be bad.

“That’s not what I meant” he took another step towards dew.

“Stop”

“You constantly act like you want to be punished. You act like you want someone to beat the shit out of you, and you only stop when they do”

“Mountain stop, please”

“You don’t deserve to be hurt Dew”

Dew froze. He dropped his sleeve from his face and stared at mountain. Thunder continued to crackled in the distance, but all he could hear was his own heartbeat and blood rushing through his eardrums. His chest felt like it was constricting hearing those words said to him. He wanted to respond, call him stupid and go to bed. But he couldn’t. It felt like there was a golf ball in his throat, preventing him from speaking. He continued to stare at mountain. Neither of them made any attempt to move.

“You deserve positive attention droplet” mountain whispered, as if the words being spoken would break dew into tiny pieces in front of him. He made a slow advancement towards him, giving him to to move in case he didn’t want to be touched at the moment. But dew continued to stand there and stare at mountain, tears still streaming down his cheeks. Mountain put his arms around the smaller ghoul and held him tightly. Dew finally broke and sobbed into mountains shoulder. Holding onto his shirt for dear life.

“I’m sorry” he managed to get out “ I don’t mean t -“

“You don’t need to be sorry” mountain cut him off. He slowly pet his hair while dew continued to bury his head into his chest. “I love you”

They stayed like that, just holding each other while the storm continued in the background.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Tropes 6-11 with Itward

I knowwwww I just said I was gonna be skipping the body trope thing for a lot of these "writing speed runs" the only reason itward gets the body swap trope is because I keep coming back to dumb joke scenarios I used to make last year that.. included body swaps!!

BODY SWAP

He is not at all used to having flesh. He tries to be as gentle with your body as he can be, though that's easy considering itward doesn't take many risks when it comes to you..being in your body is no different. As an added bonus if you've been neglecting yourself he makes sure your body is in tip top shape when its returned.. totally not because he kind of felt like shit when he was inside of it.. that's only partly the reason. You, on the other hand, likely end up bumping your (itwards?) Head on doorways, not at all used to being so tall. You both definitely get a few heads turned your way when your dialects swap, as well as your general mannerisms

UNREQUITED LOVE

You were the one crushing on the skeleton, but given that hes constantly here and there you never get to see him much. You try to work up the courage to tell him how you feel before he runs off again to do... whatever he ends up doing while on his adventures. Hes eventually going to notice that something is going on with you, and hes going to ask. Hes very respectful if he doesnt return your feelings, being firm but mindful and letting you down gently.. he doesnt want this to ruin your friendship, but he would be understanding if you want to stop seeing him

MUTUAL PINING

When he has a crush he tends to get talkative. Very talkative, he just wants to spend time with you and build your bond. This leads to a lot of info dumping, where you take turns talking. He attempts to get into some of the things he knows you enjoy so you have a common talking point. On the flip side, if you want his attention offer to help him with his machines. Hes going to appreciate the help and it gives you his time. Very valuable stuff, you know. If you're available after, he might just ask you to have a cup of tea with him.. just play it cool and it should be smooth sailing!

DRUNKEN CONFESSION

While not a confession in the context that he he has a crush on you and you two arent together yet... but a confession in the way where you two are together but he spills just how much you mean to him. Of course, hes been drinking the special lemonade from ithersta.. sometimes a man needs a drink to wind down..! Very sweet, not really a crying drunk or a loud one. If anything he might get poetic.. though he isnt very graceful.. he just goes on about how hes lucky to have you in his life, how hes grateful that you stick around with him, things like that. Sweet man

SHARING CLOTHES

He catches you wearing his coat. He'd much rather you ask him before getting into his wardrobe, but hes not particularly angry or upset.. did you miss him? Oh you poor thing.. he makes a mental note to put some time aside to spend it with you. Like how he smells? He probably.. smells like..he looks like he would smell like a fireplace, and parchment. With a little hit of oil, of course from his machinery. Hes a little confused, but hes not going to shame you for enjoying his scent

DOMESTIC

Living in the flying ship with itward is a nice life. You both travel a lot, so hopefully you dont mind that.. hopefully you dont get air or motion sick either, as the rocking of the ship is going to be near constant. The home a chaotic sort of mess, though everything fits together to give off a cozy feel.. there isnt much to tidy up, but itward won't stop you from trying to rearrange things. Just let him know first! He does most of the cooking, finding the task calming. Sometimes you both watch the sky, on top of the machine as you two travel

[cwcthzl]

hiiii just failed my drivers test for the third time (kill me) so im projecting onto my favs

stan cant drive. like he can. like hes a textbook safe driver ,,but he always feels like he misses something and everyone feels safe w him driving but it stresses him tf out. he is a passenger princess which sucks bc its not as if he feels safe w *eddie*, for example, driving either. but he will get in the car and he will be so careful and then he will accidentally make a stupid mistake and it will put him off for a week. (not projecting at all)

bev also cannot drive. she does not want to learn. someone please drive her around she doesnt even care if they speed. she talks to eddie while hes driving she does not care.

speaking of eddie. the eddie driving hcs have been done to death bc its just so him. eddie is canonically a v good driver we know this he just loves to speed. will go as fast as he possibly can. its scary, for others. he just feels rlly comfortable he puts petal to the metal (>_<)

ben fails his drivers test like four times and all of the losers are astonished. he is a safe driver. he stops at all the stop signs, lets ppl in, etc etc. truthfully he has just had intimidating testers who try to fail him and it freaks him out. (not projecting at all)

AHSJHSDJ BRO. bonus points for you being brave enough to getting into the driver's test i'm fucking terrified of them testers

this is all gold. stan can tell you which page on the textbook has the passage to do parallel parking but the moment he sits on the driver seat he is stressing the fuck out because what if he doesn't remember?????? what if?????? so his mistakes are very important deals to him because he DID forget. how could he

bev just straight up dgaf. so real of her. why should she stress about driver's license when she can have all her friends drive her to anywhere she wants? too much unnecessary work.

eddie being a beast when it comes to driving and traffic is my favorite. he just knows all the short cuts, streets you didn't even know even though you lived in that city entire life, all the places cops wait. everything. stepping on petal and messing with the wheel just comes natural to him, and he loves feeling the wind almost slapping his face when he drives, he loves one uping everyone when it comes to speeding and driving. he gets pulled over nonetheless, sure, but you can never catch him doing a mistake if it's not on purpose

LMFAOOOOO BEN MY BOY. TESTERS ARE SO SCARY PEOPLE I GET HKM

[chronologicalhomestuck]

karkat pov liveblog: hivebent, part 1

we begin in a lab on a meteor in the furthest ring.

computer enhance.

look at all those little goobers! i am not replaying this whole flash just for this moment but in lieu of that, here's hussie's commentary on the scene from the book, just for a bit of spice.

as far as i can tell, karkat's first chronological appearance in hivebent is 2177.

vriska has just jumped tavros off a cliff, and he chooses to message karkat about it. im not sure what he hoped to get out of this since karkats only reply is characteristically snappy.

we then jump to 2025. karkat is messing around with some .~ATH files. in the middle of examining the mobius double reacharound virus (titled check_thii2_2hiit_out.~ATH), he gets trolled by its author. hello sollux.

CG: SO YOU MADE THIS GAME? TA: no no. TA: more liike ii adapted iit. CG: FROM WHAT. TA: 2ome crazy technology AA dug out of 2ome ruiin2. TA: havent you talked two her about iit? CG: MAN, NO. CG: I CAN'T TALK TO HER, SHE'S SO SPOOKY.

we start talking about the game that will take up the rest of karkats story, and get a hint about this mysterious "AA."

he then hears crabdad complaining, and chooses to put this off...long enough to introduce himself, i guess.

karkat's introduction is 1992, written in a way directly referencing john's introduction.

Earth, also for convenient reference, is a planet that does not yet exist.

see how we are doing this? logical! earth doesnt exist yet, so of course we arent starting with the humans!

homestuck does not want me to read it chronologically. it is doing everything possible to stop me from reading it chronologically.

This game, for convenient reference, is a game that DOES NOT YET EXIST.

please. please let me obey chronology.

Later on, you would swap your modus with your hacker friend, a guy who unlike you happens to be competent with programming. It would only make sense.

i thought i would embark on this quest and find its purpose along my way. that purpose, it seems so far, is to acknowledge just how stupid this chronology is.

It is your sixth wriggling day, and as with all five preceding it blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.

yeah i was about to say something like that. that being that i wont have much to say so long as the plot remains linear.

It figures that installing this new beta chat client would open the floodgates

i always forget that trollian was brand new when hivebent starts. i wonder what they used to message each other before then?

speaking of which, his first pesterlog after his introduction is page 2010, with gamzee. its kinda sad how mean karkat is to a lot of his friends tbh.

TC: iSn'T sOmEtHiNg BiG aLl GoInG dOwN? CG: WHAT? TC: i HeArD sOmEtHiNg bIg WaS gOiNg AlL dOwN. TC: JuSt AlL bE tElLiNg Me AlL wHaT mOtHeRfUcKiN iT's Up AnD aLl AbOuT. CG: STOP SAYING ALL. ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT TA'S THING? TC: yEaH!! fUcK yEaH mAn, So MyStErIoUs. TC: I'm NeVeR bEiNg GeTtInG cEaSeD tO bE aMaZeD bY aLl ThEsE fUcKiN mYsTeRiEs LiFe'S gOt FoR uS. CG: UUUUUUGH. CG: ANYWAY, I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S UP WITH THAT. CG: MAYBE I'LL TALK TO HIM TONIGHT ABOUT IT. MAYBE I WON'T. CG: IT'S PROBABLY JUST ANOTHER ONE OF HIS PROJECTS THAT WINDS UP BEING COMPLETELY USELESS AND A HUGE WASTE OF MY TIME.

(apologies if the text is hard to read on dark mode. i use cyber theme myself and cant see a word gamzee says here)

according to the pov cam, the next page karkat is on chronologically is 2058. the great team divide / team leader argument of hivebent has officially begun, with karkat and terezi. and in the end, it wont even matter at all. lmao.

CG: OK WELL CG: SPEAKING OF THAT CG: I SHOULD GO DOWNSTAIRS AND DEAL WITH THIS GRUMPY CUSTOMER. CG: IT'S GOING TO FONDLE MAJOR SEEDFLAP, BUT HOPEFULLY IT'LL BE QUICK. CG: YOU CAN ESTABLISH YOUR CONNECTION AND DO YOUR TRIVIAL SIDEKICK STUFF I GUESS IN THE MEANTIME. GC: OK! >:D

and apparently karkat intends to deal with his quite grumpy crabdad at the end of this conversation.

but then his computer explodes.

interesting. sburb equipment already? i suppose he was right:

CG: TEREZI AND I HAVE ALREADY ESTABLISHED A CONNECTION AND WE ARE MAKING GREAT PROGRESS HERE. CG: WE ARE A GREAT TEAM, AND I AM A FANTASTIC LEADER.

welp. guess he didnt have to deal with him after all. although the drawing on the fridge is very cute.

terezi has continued to make progress on his hive...

and he gets his new weapon...

only to find his toilet detached from its fixings.

GC: 1M YOUR S3RV3R PL4Y3R SO PR1OR1TY H4S TO B3 ON M3 G3TT1NG 1N TH3 G4M3 GC: B3FOR3 1 G3T K1LL3D BY M3T3ORS GC: 1N WH1CH C4S3 YOUD B3 SCR3W3D 1N TH3R3 GC: TH3N TH3 N3XT GUY COM3S 1N, TH3N TH3 N3XT GC: 4ND YOU BR1NG TH3 L4ST ON3 1N CG: WHOA WAIT, WHAT? CG: METEORS? CG: WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT. CG: WHAT DOES THIS HAVE TO DO WITH METEORS. GC: OH BOY YOU N33D TO G3T W1TH TH3 PROGR4M K4RK4T

karkat, i think you are a bit behind on what this game is going to be like. yet you are already on your planet despite that!

i gotta go now but ill be back

[pointless-names]

His friend was like a fire.

Burning energy, engulfing everything he touched into a frenzy of chaos - smoke and fire creating a haze of activity. Fire was trouble; it had a habit of getting quickly out of hand, and if you got too close the consequences could be dangerous. 

His friend was no different; full of pranks and schemes and boundless ideas, but he always tended to toe the line. Always pushed boundaries, always one small action away from disaster. 

Really, sometimes it was better off to simply douse the flames, relegate the fire to a single match. Controlled, easily snuffed if nerves got too high.

But even so… he couldn’t help but want to get closer. 

As dangerous as fire was, like most things, it had it’s separate sides. Sure, it could become an uncontrollable inferno set to engulf everything in its path; but, if you were careful enough, a fire would warm you in the night. It would cook your food, it was a source of light - paradoxically, it was a source of safety. His friend was as much an authority as an arsonist; as much a taskmaster who cleaned up his messes and directed the people around him in times of disorder as a person who set the world ablaze and watched it fall to the destructive conflagration in breathless laughter.

And, well, he couldn’t help himself; the flames were mesmerising. He could watch the dancing light until there was nothing but ash, he could watch the flames of a spontaneous prank burn everything it touched and it would fascinate him. It made him want to replicate it; abandon all care and throw caution to the wind - recreate that deathly orange inferno, plant pranks and goofs and gags and join in.

He supposes that, despite the danger, he was always doomed to follow the fire. To trail his friend as he blazed a path ahead, and contribute his own fuel to the burn. Maybe this was why he readily included his friend in his creeper prank. Maybe this was why he was the closest to his friend and first to follow when he announced his plan to enter the rift - something that would bring them somewhere they had no hope of knowing. 

As much as the conflagration had a tendency to burn out of control, to hurt, to harm, to damage; there was something beautiful in the destruction. Something that kept him coming back, that made him wish to keep his friend close.

Something that told him he’d never miss this for the world.

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idk found this in the basement (huge google doc i update when i have Thoughts) and felt it was a bit wasted sitting there for my eyes only for the rest of eternity. especially since it doesnt even have its own dedicated document lmao

[master-of-fluff]

Oki so basically this all started with the idea of Wu with a demon boyfriend that he accidentally summoned so lets start with the fsm fam.

So the FSM is a demon/fey hybrid who keeps his abilities on the down low, he still pranks people at first. (at least what he considers to be harmless pranks since when doesnt understand human mortality) but he learns about ninjagos culture very quickly. And pretended to just be a witch I think maybe?

Well anyways both Wu and Garmadon are demon/fey/angel hybrids and are novice witches though they both totally trick and prank other's with fey magic

Then one day Garm tries to curse someone (as one does) but they have a type of protection thing that reflects a curse back onto the person who cast it on them so Garmadon is like dying or something ig lmao and Wu tries to summon a healing spirit to heal him but ends up getting Lavender (a fallen angel type demon) instead

Now Lavender said f whoever made him (it was like a god but idk of what maybe god of air? Idk)

And decided to not come back from a mission in ninjago becuase he liked the plants and animals better.

he doesn't have wings cuz the god took them when Lavender renounced said god but he can like float sorta? He uses vines mostly to get around if he doesnt wanna walk.

Lavender stayed in his own bit of forest that no one else was allowed in tonprotect himself and the plants and animals, aside from morro who was a human that Lavender decided would be his friend/brother forever so he turned morro into a wind spirit (with morros consent...sort of....) So yeah morros a baby wind spirit basically

And Lavender doesn't bother correcting Wu when he's Summoned like:

"Please can you heal my brother?"

"Yea sure I can heal him"

"ah so I correctly summoned a healing spirit?"

"...I can do what you wish of me"

So he heals Garm and then tries to leave but can't because oops Wu accidentally binded them together and oh Lavender is not fucking happy, nope not at all.

Anyways FSM find out about the whole mess and flips because he's trying to stay hidden and he kicks both Garm and Wu out, that or maybe this is after FSM dies and Lavender burns the house down XD

Its ok tho cuz Lavender makes them an exact replica of the monestary in his forest cuz he's not leaving it for a stupid reason like this, after realizing their hybrid and deciding he wants to study them...except the monestary is made from a very big tree ...and its alive.

Like it whispers to you if you listen hard enough and the temperature inside is definitely depending on its mood.

Other things;

* Kai is a fire witch and does pyromancy

* Jay is an eclectic witch and nya is a storm witch, they do storm magic together.

* Zane is a snow/kitchen witch

* Either coles mom is a siren or his dad does magic to learn dance stuff quicker but whichever way cole likes to sing and that and the earth are big parts of his craft

* Misako is definitely a siren and she likes garm because hes immune to her singing

* Jay Kai and Nya know Morro because he visits whenever Jay or Nya ask for a nice breeze (him and Kai like to mess with eachother tho like morro will blow all Kai's candles out and kai will blow smoke in morros directions)

* Morro notices Lavender and Wu's feelings first and and is very conflicted about it cuz on one hand he likes Wu and at least Wu isn't trying to replace him as Lavender's best friend but also ewwww love between his brother/parental figures djdjdj

Not sure how the ninja meet Wu and Garm yet though maybe via morro somehow?

This is lavender being not impressed with Wu's BS btw fjdjdjfrk

Oki who wants to hear about my ninjago witch au when I wake up?

[baxndaid]

#BEDEVIL

characters ; XIAO, VENTI

prompt ; yandere/possessive mfs ;frown;

notes/warnings ; toxic, no established relationship, suggestive?? ish idk LMFAO also xiao ty for coming home u can stay with mommy raiden and babe venti

i . xiao

xiao is already protective as it is, so this mf would kinda just,, liek,, creep around you for a while!! just for ur safety like tf u judging him for⁉⁉ he still wonders abt his karma and the dangers of being around him, which is the main reason why he stays away from you. but his karmic debt doesnt stop him from watching you

xiao saw you regularly with zhongli by your side. all you did was talk and nod your head as the old god recited his usual stories and life-lessons. he found it amusing, your tired and sleepy face as you lean on the palm of your hand and pretend to understand what the archon was saying half of the time, but he would never linger on it too long. the adeptus would ask about you sometimes, he did wonder why a normal, human, mortal like you, hung around with a retired deity. but, he did know that zhongli wished to live a mortal life, so it didnt surprise him when he told him that he simply enjoyed your lovely presence. he scoffed after leaving, wondering what was so incredible about your oh, so called "lovely presence." he didnt resent you, you havent done anything to him after all and he was a fair man. so, he simply observed you from the side lines. studying your antics, silently listening to your late-night rants, huffing at your small mistakes and stutters, looking around your booked hotel room at the inn, taking articles of your clothing, learning your daily routine, he truly became your shadow, following you everywhere you went. he convinced himself, hes doing this for you. its a dangerous world out there and he needs to be the one to keep you safe. who else would do it? he experienced his fair share of fights and was trained well in terms of combat, he was the perfect candidate to protect you. and that is exactly what he did.

you were walking back from completing a few extra commissions with lumine and paimon, arms looped together. it wasn't that you two were in a relationship or anything, but you both enjoyed to hold hands/arms while walking together for comfort. a kind, sweet gesture of friendship. sometimes he wished that he could just show up and magically be close to you like lumine was, so you would walk with him, hold hands with him, love him. but for now, he could live with just daydreaming. perhaps, he'd have to pay a little visit to lumine? just for pointers, of course :)

ii . venti

you mfs should know by now that i go feral when i write for venti bro idk just something awakens and i go nuts, like theres something SO ironic and cool abt a literal god of freedom going against his own beliefs and purpose,, in other words its hot ex dee LMFAOO SHOULD I MAKE A ACTUAL (CHAPER) STORY with a nun!reader (comment yes pls i want to so bafd)

venti always kept his eyes on you, as a nun, you were his loyal worshipper, and therefore, you should dedicate your life to him. in other words, you belong to him. this is what he said to himself, of course. to justify it, if you will. to justify his constant staring, the accidental bumps and touches and strokes on the streets of mondstat, harsh winds blowing your uniform upwards when hes around, and the convenient disappearances of those you talk to on a regular basis. but its all just a bit of fun! hes just messing around! its your fault you take it so seriously! he always laughs and giggles whenever you swat away his grubby hands from your body, he loves the annoyed look on your face whenever he pesters you and makes flirtatious remarks while you are on duty. you always hated it, but you didnt want to be rude and kick the poor man while he was down. to you, he was just the local bard, with a limited amount of mora and an alcohol addiction that he struggles with. to venti, he was a wolf in disguise, the superior, and it excited him. it excited him whenever you would pray to him daily with sweet and innocent intentions, and then soon later that day, scold him for making a perverted joke with disgust clearly imprinted onto your face while doing so. he laughs at your attempts to flee too, didnt you know that the wind will always follow?

NAVIGATION ♡

[01nnie]

— TELL ME, DO YOU WANNA BE MY LOVER?

summary :: relationship headcannons w/ chronoir because why the heck not? ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ

notes :: ik this was supposed to be headcannons and it turned out kind of long- im so so very sorry ｡ﾟ( ﾟஇ‸இﾟ)ﾟ｡ hope you all like it in the end <3 !! not beta'd !!

wc :: 2k、requested :: yes、no、reader :: gender neutral、female、male

art credits :: 雨瀬セイ on pixiv、u_skeeep on twt

‧₊˚ʚ :: kanae. ↷ ⨯ ︵

-     the sweetest boyfriend of them all

-     will put your needs before himself.

- youre kanae's #1 priority after all (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

【 you forgot your jacket at home? he offers you his own, wearing a captivating smile. your hands are getting cold? hes quick to cover them with his own, softly huffing his breath over your trembling fingers. youre too shy to ask for his scarf? he notices, just like he always does. with skilled hands he wraps the cool-colored fabric over your shoulders and neatly tucking it under your chin, not before giving you a light scolding. 】

-     regularly gets you to go on café dates together, checking out shops that just opened in your area

-     kanae is the type of boyfriend that would divert your attention to something else before taking a bite of your desert (◕‿◕)

-     dont worry though, of course he’ll share his with you

【 a warm grin made its way to his face when you ramble about how delicious the food was as you dig in for another bite. his eyes catch the dollop of cream stuck by your rose-tinted lips. your eyes widen when he leans closer, swiping his thumb over to clean your mess. a reddish hue glosses over your cheeks when kanae laps his tongue over his thumb, tasting the sweet frosting. there is a shameless grin on his face. “youre right, it tastes amazing.” 】

-     err cough

-     slow dances with you in the kitchen !!

-     the low tune of a romantic song that he picked playing in the background while you sway together with the music ＼(＾▽＾)／

【 kanae his arm around your waist while he has his hand intertwined with yours. “youre such a sap, kanakana.” you giggle when he lets out a playful breath. “you like that though.” is his reply. your eyes widen a fraction and a shriek was pulled from you when he suddenly spins you around. his heart swells when he feels you playfully hit his chest as a complain.

as you both rock back and forth gently, kanae doesnt realize he hold you a bit tighter and closer, like you’ll disappear when he lets go. you dont realize, or maybe you did and made no comment. the brunette didnt dwell on it, rather he focuses on you and only you. 】

-     when things get too much for you to handle, kanae knows when to give you space

-     once he sees light up and your simple “come over” message pops up on his screen, he’s already on his way

-     along with an assortment of your favorite snacks to help cheer you up o( ❛ᴗ❛ )o

【 the wind ghosts over your skin and making your hair flow along with it as you hear the bustling streets of the night from down below. the starry skies and whispers of the moon have been keeping you company while you wait for your boyfriend. you feel another headache forming in when youre reminded of the events that occurred earlier today. you were so tired, just wanting to your worries to wash away already.

a heavy weight was lifted off your shoulders when you heard the door click open, the familiar sight of kanae floods you as you lock eyes. he approaches and sits next to you, the plastic bag he came in with resting on his crossed legs. he doesnt speak, not yet at least, and instead brings out your favorite snacks one by one. your eyes follow his movements and you cant help but overthink that maybe he’s getting exhausted of this; of you.

the frown youve worn this whole evening deepens at that thought, but only for a while. kanae tucks the hair hovering over your face before leaning and giving your cheek a warm kiss. its no surprise that kanae can easily make you smile. the two of you converse, swiftly jumping from one topic to another just like the other times, all while enjoying the makeshift feast presented in front of you. you lean your head against kanae chest, his hands interlocked with yours and his thumb brushing over the back of your palms giving you comfort. the rhythm of his hear beat almost you to sleep. before your eyelids fall, you hear a soft mutter, you cant tell if kanae's professing it to you or the stars hanging in the galaxy. “the moon is beautiful, isnt it?” 】

‧₊˚ʚ :: kuzuha. ↷ ⨯ ︵

-     very much awkward in the beginnings- you had to be the one to approach kuzuha first

-     the vampire doesn’t have much previous relationship experience so he tends to just … stand there awkwardly watching you

-     but you’re not really complaining ! its fun to see his reactions and being the one to take the lead (⊃｡•́‿•̀｡)⊃

【 kuzuha clicks his tongue as checks his phone once more, taking a note of the time. there was an itch he can’t quite scratch when bears in mind that you’re 10 minutes late. he’s not impatient or anything. in reality, the red eyed male was super excited and nervous. it didn’t really cross his mind as to why, after all you’ve had dates like this before. he should be used to it by now.

his train of thought was stopped he felt something, someone, bump his back, the unknown figure wrapping their arms around his torso before letting out a fit of giggles. kuzuha resists the urge to playfully roll his eyes as he turns. “ya ready to go, baby boy?- woah hey!”

he wraps his coat around you, fully covering you from the wandering eyes of strangers. you pull at kuzuha's arms and peek at him with a mischievous look. “you’re late.. and i told you! quit calling me baby boy y/n” you don’t think you will, not with the enticing glow of his reddened cheeks and how he buries his face on your neck. kuzuha thinks he won’t get used to your antics. how you pull on his hand; one that engulfs yours completely, as you enthusiastically talk about the activities you’ve planned for the two of you. and he thinks that that’s okay. 】

-     indoor dates(?) with zuha !!

-     the two of you have a variety of snacks and dips to choose from laying on the coffee table. you both decide either to watch the new movie releases, or play 1v1 videogames

-     this time around, you’ve both decided to battle each other on a video game. and kuzuha's not about to waste this opportunity of flexing his gamer skills on his significant other (っ´ω`)ﾉ(╥ω╥)

【 another ,,game over’’ title, bolded in red, flashed on the tv screen. the loud cheers of kuzuha filling the air and you let out a huff before leaning against his chest. “damnit zuha, why can’t you just let me win? just once.”  the white-haired man immediately shook his head, making you feel a little more upset. “now where’s the fun in that? what kind of boyfriend would i be if i don’t polish your gaming skills, y/n?” you know he was just making up excuses. he turns back to the lit screen, proceeding to restart the game.

with a quiet grumble you adjust from his lap to stand up, plopping down on the couch as you reach for the popcorn bowl. without properly weighing out the consequences, you threw a piece of popcorn at the back of kuzuha’s head. you go rigid when you saw him halt his movements. you tried holding back the laugh building up in your throat when he turns with a look in his eyes that screams ,,it’s game on’’. it’s safe to say you two made a huge mess of the living room, and your laughs and shrieks could be heard from a mile away, all while the abandoned game was still waiting to be continued. 】

-     so very proud to be your boyfriend i tell you

-     he likes to show off often that you’re his significant other, with or even without you around

-     but i don’t think kuzuha wants you to know about that … or else he might die of embarrassment (⸝⸝•́દ•̀⸝⸝)

【 turning the keys to the left, you entered the house before slipping off your shoes and placing it on the rack. you came home from work, drained and tired, just wanting to spend the rest of the night with kuzuha. speaking of, you looked around the living room curiously. usually, he would already be on the couch waiting for you to come home. you spotted the bags of takeout already on the kitchen island. he shouldn’t have gone that far away. placing your bag on the leather seat, and about to proceed to your shared bedroom, you heard his familiar voice. it was coming from the balcony of your cozy apartment.

with piqued interest, you discreetly pad over to the wall, peeking slightly to see your beloved boyfriend resting against the railings. it seems like he’s talking to someone. you were about to leave to give him privacy when you heard kuzuha mutter your name. that got your feet stuck to the ground.

“i don’t know i just … gahh, i mean you already know what i’m about to say so what’s the point …” you were visibly confused. something he’s going to say that he’s already told before. now what could that possibly be? “it’s just that … you know that feeling when you see a really cute puppy? that’s what i feel when i’m around her, 24/7! it makes me feel so dumb, and giddy! and-and achhh- i don’t know!” oh.

“and i know it might come off as me being clingy but i get so excited when she come home … and her smile! it just- i feel my heart explode whenever i’m near he .. – HEY! Stop laughing, bastard!” kuzuha continues to shout profanities to the unknown person on the other line. based on the laugh and teasing words they let out, you guess it’s probably kanae he’s talking to.

you didn’t pay much mind to their conversation anymore, too busy clenching your dress shirt in hopes of calming your erratically beating heart, fearing it might burst through your chest any second now. kuzuha never failed to make you feel special. it felt like cupid shot his golden arrow straight through your heart all over again when you glanced back at him, making no effort to hide the giddy smile present on your lips at his bantering with his friend. composing yourself, you nonchalantly skipped towards him.

he felt his soul leave his body when he felt a tap on his shoulder. when he turned, the knowing look on your face was the first to catch his attention. “come on, pretty boy. the food might get cold~” raising to your tiptoes, you plant a chaste kiss on his velvet-shaded cheek with a cheeky beam. turning, you go back inside to prepare your dinner together, your light steps fading into the distance. the male let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. his free hand came to touch the cheek that your soft lips touch and he felt his face become even warmer than before. if that was even possible.

kuzuha was brought back to reality when he heard the low whistle coming from his phone. with a hiss and a quick goodbye, he shoved his phone in his pockets before burying his face in the palms of his hand, rubbing his face in the process. “yo, slowpoke! get over here already, baby~” he quickly cursed the fuzzy feeling growing in his body at the pet name you rarely use; a term you only use to tease him with. kuzuha knows you won’t let him live this down anytime soon. 】

[infernalodie]

how about a cassie x older brother reader, where they were super close and he basically took up the role of being their fatherly figure and helped them and stuff, and cassie would never want to disappoint the reader as to her it would be the worst thing in the world. So the reader is in college and doesnt come around much bc they are super busy or something but they return home after hearing everything that happened with cassie and he isnt happy with her as he always saw her as his sweet little sister

I've been waiting for one of these. But I will add a little bit to it to give it more angsty and fluffy vibes

𝐔𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐓𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮 || 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝

“𝘓𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵? 𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘐'𝘮 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨“

Inspo: Jacob Banks - Unknown (To You)

Pairing: Cassie Howard x olderbrother!reader

Summary: Cassie and Lexi had always seen you as a father figure. Both having picked out two sides of you that they have seen. You were the person they wanted to become when they got to your age. Cassie grew a bigger attachment to you, always leaning on you for guidance. So, when you leave for College, it tears her up. You came home less and less, even for holidays. But the one time she messes up, you show up suddenly and bring a world wind of emotions that Cassie hadn’t been prepared for.

(gif used is not mine)

Warnings: Major angst and fluffy near the end

Words 4360

You wouldn’t consider yourself the greatest brother to walk the earth, but you were damn near close to it. Despite not being able to make it home and slowly caring less to make yourself known to your sisters or mother, you always sent gifts with the left over money you had. Willing to show your love and appreciation to them from a large margin of distance. Because it at least showed that you hadn’t forgotten about them and still cared.

Because that’s all you have done for each of the women in that house. You have loved and cared for them. Being the care taker for all them. When your mom was too drunk to interact with Cassie and Lexi, you were there. Staying up late with Lexi, helping her with her homework until she inevitably passed out at the table with a pool of drool around her mouth. From there, you would carry her to her bedroom and tuck her in. With Cassie, you helped style her hair and pick out her outfits for each day of school. Being the supportive brother they needed.

And when you had been planning on leaving to College, you made sure to get your mom sober. Or at least lay off the heavy drinking because if you weren’t there, she had to care for them. Thankfully, she realized this and had taken the initiative to lay off and promise to not get that bad ever again. From what you had been able to gather while being away, she had followed through on that promise.

Everything had been good. Lexi and Cassie had been doing good in school. They had been growing up into young women and you always wore a shocked look when you came home to see them. Taking note to the fact that Cassie seemed to grow a few centimeters and Lexi’s ever growing love for plays. Often sitting there with a beer in hand as they told you all about the stuff going on in their lives.

Safe to say that you were very proud of both of them and you used every minute you had with them fully. Taking them out for diner or just going for a drive. Each holiday was amazing to them because they wouldn’t admit it, but you had become the parental figure to them. The father figure all three of you didn’t have because that rat bastard was probably off somewhere dead in an alley.

But they had taken notice to the fact that you were becoming more drowned in school work and your side job. Making the phone calls shorter, text messages bland, and the visits fewer. They didn’t hold it against you, but they did somewhat resent the fact that there wasn’t anything they could do to help you through it. But even then, you wouldn’t accept their help. Being the selfless person you had always been.

Something had changed. You had felt it all the way in New York. This sinking feeling in your stomach as your phone began to buzz on your coffee table. And that had been when you got the news about Cassie. Booking a flight took less than five minutes and it took you less than 30 minutes to get to the airport.

Suze had waited hours, barely getting any shut eye when you told her you were on your way home. She knew that when you got angry, there was a whole tsunami coming for the person in your path. And just the deep and frustrated tone in your voice from over the phone put her on edge.

Knock, knock, knock!

She practically sprinted over to the door and swung it open. Your tired features fixed into a deep scowl as you moved past your mother. “Where is she?”

“She’s living at Nate’s,” Suze sighed. “I don’t know how long she plans on staying there.”

You hum, scanning the house. Nothing had changed in the months of you not being home. If anything, the familiarity made you repulsed by it. Then again, it could just be your bad move influencing your true feelings.

The appreciation of your childhood home was short lived with footsteps grabbing your attention. Turning to find Lexi, who wore a large grin on her lips. “Y/n!”

For the first time in the past 10 hours, you smiled. Letting go of the handle of your suitcase and opened your arms. Your little sister ran at you and launched herself into your arms. A groan slipped out of your lips as you held her tightly against her.

“Hey there, Loo Loo,” you chuckled. “Good to see you too.”

“Why are you home?” She mused, hopping down to stand in front of you. “I thought you had midterms coming up soon?”

“I do,” you sighed, exasperated. “But I need to talk to our mess of a sister.”

“Oh, she’s at Nate’s place.”

“Yeah.” You jutted your thumb over your shoulder towards your guys’ mother. “Mom told me. When I get back, you can tell me everything going on in your life. I think I’ll be here for a week or so.”

Lexi nodded with a smile, bringing you into another hug that made you smile softly. It felt like forever since you’ve had this type of love and affection. There was something wrong with you for depriving you of this. From receiving love and affection from the people that loved you dearly. You had your own problems, mentally, that had restrained you from even attempting to make any effort to come see your sisters or mother for the past few months.

Suze and Lexi offered to get you set up in your old bedroom while you did what you needed to do. Which also meant, “Get your sister back here, all means necessary.” And you obliged to do so by taking out your old truck that your mother kept in the garage where you raced over to the Jacobs household.

Travelling across town had been fast. Mainly because of the fact that you were dean near speeding through each stop sign and drowned in your own thought. Trying to put together the perfect scolding you could for your sister and not break her down to a sobbing and incoherent mess.

You loved Cassie. You did, truly. But there was a certain line you had set with her and guys. And it wasn’t the super overprotective brother bullshit. No, it was the blatantly obvious one. Don’t fuck your best friends ex.

It felt like you had drilled into both Cassie’s and Lexi mind since they were 14. You had no problem with dating. In fact, you encouraged them to go out there and be who they wanted to be because you would always love them the same. But the line Cassie didn’t just cross one line. She cross ever single fucking one you had laid out.

So, as you walked up the path towards the Jacobs front door, you were trying to keep your cool. Keep the protective side restrained in thick chains and pulled down to the deepest and darkest corner of your heart. While also trying to put together the right words for Cassie to understand.

Knocking on the door, you waited patiently until it finally opened. Cal Jacobs standing at the doorway with a raise brow. “Can I help you?”

“Cassie Howard is here,” you said simply. “I’m her brother Y/n. I need her here so I can take her home.”

But right before the man could speak, the most disgusting sound you never wanted to hear had sounded out through the house.

Cassie moaned.

She fucking…moaned!

That had been the final straw for you as you stormed inside the house. “Kid, if you fucking break anything or touch my son, I’ll call the police!”

“No worries, Cal,” you huffed. “It won’t count as touching him when I break his knees with a bat.”

Storming up the stairs, you walked in the direction of the sounds coming from your sister. Wanting nothing more than to have white noise blasting in your ears instead. But it just worse when you finally stopped outside the room as she was damn near screaming.

Slamming your fist against the door, you growled, “Cassie, get your ass downstairs and out to car or I’ll come in there and break Nate’s fucking head open!” And with that threat left to hang in the air, you walked away and past Cal who stared at you in shock.

You were fuming and your blood was boiling over the fucking brim. It was hard not to just punch something whilst you awaited in your truck. Fingers tapping against the steering wheel impatiently.

But right when you were about to get out grab your sister, her quick footsteps could be heard. Head bowed low in shame as she climbed inside. She felt your eyes burn holes in the side of her head for a few moments before you growled in annoyance.

“You better have a fucking amazing explanation when we get home.” She didn’t respond, not even with a nod. Sitting silently throughout the drive.

She hoped that you would cool off by the time you guys got home. Showed her some type of mercy considering you have been away for almost a year. But she was wishing upon stars at that point because she knew how aggravated you were right now. Just the atmosphere in the air told enough.

And damn, those parental pants hadn’t changed one damn bit since you were gone. It felt so natural and Cassie was unsure if she was glad for it or hating it. But she was glad that you were home, if that even mattered at this point.

When you two arrived at the house, Cassie followed behind you. Scared to even speak in fear that the pent up anger building inside you would burst. It was already reaching its capacity and there was no stopping anyone on the receiving end of it.

Entering, Cassie could even get a breath out before you were glaring at her. “Want to explain what the fuck has happened in the past 2 days?”

Cassie watched as you moved around her and into the kitchen. Silently, she followed and sat at the table as you grabbed yourself a bear. She played with her nails, unsure of how she was supposed to respond.

When no response came, you turned to her and pushed your arms out by your side, indicating you expecting an answer. “Cassie, I have no problem sitting here and waiting all night until you give me an answer.”

“Okay,” she whined. “Maddy and Nate were broken up. Lexi and I got into a fight while we were going to a party and-“

“What were you two fighting about?” You asked, eyes flickering to Lexi, who stood near the doorway.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Cassie finalized tone, stopping Lexi from even speaking was enough for you.

Sighing as you glanced at you mom. “You can go to bed,” you reassured. “I’ve got this. Lexi, sit down because I have feeling that your sister is going to include you somehow.”

Right when Cassie was about to protest, you raised your hand, silencing her. “I don’t want to hear it, Cassie,” you said, sliding into a seat. “Just continue with your story.”

“Anyways, we got into a fight and I got out of the car,” she explained. “Long story short I got a ride to the party with Nate and we fucked.”

Your face scrunched up at the mention of your sister having sex. You don’t think you would ever get used to that.

“And Rue snitched on you to Maddy?”

“Yes!”

“Good.”

There was no explaining the pure look of shock and confusion on Cassie’s face from your simple tone. Especially when you casually took a sip from her beer.

Noticing the look, you raised a brow in question. “What do you want me say, Cass?” You asked.

“I don’t know,” she stammered. “Maybe fucking defend me or something.”

“What is there to defend?” You asked. “You did not only break one rule of mine, but the whole fucking book! And you want me to defend you? Are you fucking high?”

You didn’t mean to be so mean. You knew how sensitive both your sisters were and you knew how badly Cassie could react. But there was no nice way for you to just dance around the problem. Diving in head first was the only way you saw yourself doing this. If Cassie didn’t like that then she didn’t but you sure has hell don’t regret it.

When all you got was silence, you motioned to Lexi, who sat opposite of you. “Do you see your sister going and fucking…” You snapped your fingers, looking to Lexi. “Who’s Rue’s ex?”

“Jules.”

“Jules!” You exclaimed, going right back into your rant. “No, you don’t because she’s learned from what I’ve told and raised you two to be. Women. Actual women who didn’t go and fuck their best friends ex.”

“They weren’t dating!”

“If I kidnapped a child but didn’t hurt them, does that make it okay to the point where the parents will forgive me?” You asked rhetorically as Cassie stared at you with pursed lips. Tears streaming down her cheeks as she stared back you. Hating the fact that your anger and frustration had met it’s wits end that she couldn’t even hope for you stop.

“Of course not because I still fucking kidnapped the kid!” You exclaimed with a wave of your hand. “Just like how you backstabbed Maddy and fucked a psycho piece of shit guy!”

Her lack of voice did make your heart uneasy. When you used to give her these talks, she would speak up for herself. Perhaps she understood where she messed up. But if she did, you wanted confirmation. Not just a quiet sister, who cried under your scolding gaze.

But you couldn’t blame her for feeling a way. You had always held a soft spot for both Lexi and Cassie, maybe Cassie a bit more just because how she reacted. Nonetheless, whenever they did something like this and started crying, you did feel a pain of regret for speaking to them like this. Having them in tears just because you’ve practically raised them. You were the father figure to them that they never truly had.

All you could really acknowledge with Cassie was the fact she had taken her freedom a step too far. Drinking in her freedom like it was wine and spending it like she was rich, which she very much wasn’t. You just couldn’t understand what happened to the sweet girl, who always passed out right next to you on the couch countless nights.

“I don’t know what happened to you Cassie in the time for me leaving, but I don’t like it,” you stated. “It makes me almost believe that nothing I have done or ever said even mattered.”

Everything she had done had been because of you. She adored you every second of every day. She loved you more than the entire world and everything in it. Cassie looked up to you as a beacon of hope and as much as she hated disappointing you, it had been your fault she turned out this way.

For too long, she had been walking over eggshells hoping not to disappoint you, but there was always something that would piss you off. She’d had enough and wanted to do something for herself. People change and people grow and that had been your mistake to think she would stay as the innocent little girl you helped raise.

“I think you forget that you left and abandoned us,” Cassie spat. “People change, Y/n. Especially when you don’t care enough to try and visit.”

“Cassie!” Lexi exclaimed, but her sister was too far gone.

“You’re a fucking dick, Y/n!” Cassie moved out of her chair and marched towards you. “All I have ever done is adore you and loved you. You stopped caring about all of us the instant you left and we can all fucking see it. You stopped needing us when you started showing up less. I fucking hate you and wish you would drop dead!”

Your eyes slightly widened with your sobbing sister turning around running up to her bedroom. A heavy and regretful cloud hovering over you as you stared at the ground silently. Nibbling on your bottom lip with a tiny nod, blinking rapidly.

Lexi didn’t know what to say. In a small and proportion, she did agree with Cassie. But only for the fact that you shouldn’t have expected them stay the same as when you last saw them. They would have to break your rules once and a while and just hope you didn’t catch word.

But she didn’t know what to do or say when you silently stood to your feet. Chugging the rest of your drink and placing it on the counter. Clearing your throat as your eyes flickered to Lexi. It had only been for a moment, but it was enough for her to see the sparkling tears running down your cheeks.

“You should…” You sighed, rubbing your eyes. “Um, you should get some sleep, Loo Loo.”

Silently, she obliged by your word and got up to her feet. But before she could leave, you caught her arm. Wrapping your arms around her where she melted and hugged you tightly. Face burying into your chest with handful grabbing at the back of your shirt.

You pressed a kiss to the crown on her head. Rubbing a comforting hand and up down her back. Which was pretty funny just because she was worried about you, but you were the one comforting her. As per usual, you didn’t let others comfort you even when you likely needed it.

“I love you, Lexi,” you muttered against her. “ I love you and Cassie so much.“

She could feel the wet tears hitting her scalp. Each one she felt made her heart clench, pulling you closer without realizing. “We know, Y/n,” she assured. “We know and we love you too. Cassie has just been tough for everyone in the past few weeks.”

Her reassurances carried on until you were at ease and urging her to bed. This time, she did listen and pulled herself away and gave you the space you needed. You didn’t dare risking the chance of going upstairs just by the chance of running into her.

Once upon a time, the three of you, there was a bond that was unbreakable. When you went over something, surely enough, they were hastily following. They did love you and adore you for everything you did for them and image they had placed on you.

And it was now, moments like this when you could just find your dad and beat him to a bloody pulp for leaving. For placing all this weight on to be the father figure your sisters didn’t need. Because let’s be honest, you weren’t it. You weren’t the right person to be taken as inspiration from and used.

It didn’t feel right with you. Not when you consciously tried avoiding your family during holidays. Making up bullshit excuses like you were spending it with a girlfriend. Which you didn’t have because your stressed out mind wouldn’t be able to add another weight to the pile.

They just didn’t understand the type of weight they had placed on you. The unbearable and tiring weight that left you a crying mess every single day. It had been nothing but you caring about them. You wanted to selfish and relieve yourself from that weight a little longer.

But now being back, placing it back on your shoulders and having Cassie back hand comment, you just realized that you couldn’t be selfish. With how long you’ve been gone, it had taken an effect on her. Probably much worse than Suze and Lexi combined.

Which is why you avoided any interaction with the three women for the remainder of the night. Finding your place of relaxation to be on the couch watching TV. A beer bottle in hand as you blinked tiredly. Silently debating on driving over to Fezco’s and buying some weed off him.

“Hey.” Cassie’s voice nearly made you jump out of your spot. Finding her standing near the doorway with large sweater and sweatpants. Hair unkempt in a naturally beautiful way she had always been able to rock since she was a kid. It looked adorable.

You swallowed the lump in your throat. “Hey,” you greeted. “What’s up? You need something? Want me to drive and grab you something?”

Still the caring brother, Cassie thought as she shook her head from your questions. “Can I sit with you?” She asked nervously. “I can’t sleep.”

You hummed, scooting over to give her some space. She filled that open space and instinctively leaned against you and you automatically wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

A heavy and blank silence fell over the two of you as you guys just watched TV. Honestly, you were unsure of what to say to her. You had said your piece when she got home and already showed your lack of comfort with her being with Nate. But you knew she wouldn’t listen. Once you were gone, she would go running back to him and you had to accept that.

But you did feel like she was doing it to get your attention. It may have not turned out the way she wanted, but you had a feeling she just wanted you to come back and talk to her. Hell, she may have easily been satisfied with a phone call. Nothing she had done had gotten your guys’ mom to call you. So, while she had broken your rule because she did like Nate, she also had you in mind. But that’s what you thought at least.

“You know what I realized, Cass?” You finally spoke and she hummed in response. “It’s not about justifying your existence. It’s not. It’s about you being so scared and so selfish that you have to break me down.”

At that point, Cassie had already felt the back of her eyes stinging with a new fresh water fall of tears. “Second guess everything I do,” you continued. “Am I good brother? Am I showing enough love to my sisters? Can I do this without them? I don’t know. I better ask Cassie. Maybe she’ll know the answer. Where’s Cassie? I need Cassie. Did you like the gift? Was it good? Yeah, I think so too.”

“God forbid I’m secure enough with what I have done for you two and mom that I don’t need to be here every time you mess up,” you said. “Your whole outbursts of me not being here. About me not caring about you guys because I showed up less. Or that I stopped needing you. You just need a reason to be needed. To be cared for and loved like I used to when you were just a kid.”

“Can we leave this conversation alone?” Cassie whispered, pulling away from you. Trying to wipe away the tears that were streaming down her cheeks.

But before she could get far, you caught her hands in yours and turned to her. “Because if I don’t need you Cassie, what the hell am I still doing keeping it contact with any of you?” You asked. “You want control because you can’t imagine the idea that I still show up is because I love you.”

Your own tears began to peak through the brims of your eyes. Sniffling as you shook your head. “I just love you, Cass.” At that point, Cassie propelled herself into your chest and broke down in sobs. You wrapped your arms around her tightly as pressed your cheek to the side of her head. “I don’t need you. But I love you because you don’t see what I see. You don’t see that people love and care for you just like I do. That there’s someone somebody on this planet that just loves you.”

If Cassie was being honest, she wasn’t used to this type of affection. It had worn off over the months of you being gone. With it coming back in full swing, it broke her down into a million pieces. And there you were. Helping pick up the pieces and reassembling everything you could.

“I love the way your mind works, Cassie,” you whispered. “I do. I love the way you see the world. I love the way you think. Your instincts. And I am so fucking grateful for having been able to help you raise you with Lexi. Because everything we’ve been through...that’s what’s made you you. The girl who helped me steal food from the store. The girl who cheered me on when I beat Aaron Jacobs ass. The girl that I love and the girl I fuck with.”

A sob racked your body as Cassie clung onto you tighter. “And I’m sorry, you know?” You cried. “I’m sorry I haven’t been around. I apologized to mom, but I know that I should’ve said it to you and Lexi. I know I fucked up, but I’m trying to do better for the both of you. I’m not the best brother, but I am trying for you.”

Cassie pulled away, pulling your head into her shoulder. Allowing you to let out every regretful emotion and pent up tear that had been held back in New York. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “For making you mad at me. I just wanted to do something for myself and it’s my fault.”

You didn’t respond, clinging onto her for dear life. And the night stayed like that, both of you holding onto one another. So much had been let out that night. Way more than either expected. But it was all out there, giving an insight on the other’s thoughts and past regrets. It only drew the both of you closer.

[chihirolovebot]

cw. killing game ment, nightmares, light angst.

Something that nobody in the world knows about but you is that Byakuya Togami gets nightmares.

Most people would claim that the guy was so stoic he probably barely even dreamt. Those who knew him a little better - your fellow survivors, mostly - would tell you differently. That the things that had happened in the killing game and in Towa City had definitely affected him.

They just didn't know how much. And they never would.

He wakes with a stifled gasp, because even at his most vulnerable his brain works to try and suppress it, jerking to sit up in the stuffy blue-dark of the bedroom. His glasses, folded neatly upon his bedside table, do not lend him their sight, and so for five bleary, terrifying seconds Byakuya does not even know where he is. It's dark and too warm and he can't see or feel, and for a minute he thinks he'll roll over and see an apocalyptic city in smoking ruins, or his fellow survivors dead with no warning. His breath comes through a pinhole in his tight, panicked throat - and then there's the soft brush of warm skin over his arm.

He stutters, blinks, looks down. Fingers curl loosely over his wrist, which is trembling, he notes unhappily. But finally, as his eyes move up to your face, Byakuya finds that he can breathe a little easier.

Your eyes blink open groggily, and you push yourself to sit. "You woke me," you murmur, keeping your distance. You want to put an arm on his shoulders or card your fingers through his hair, but you know him well enough by now to know that Byakuya values his space when vulnerable. He's like a skittish animal in that regard; you're surprised he hasn't gotten out of bed already.

Byakuya swallows dryly, and says nothing in return. He wants to apologise, but he knows you're not expecting him to. Your sleep-softened statement had been a query in disguise; are you okay?

He can feel the dull tap of your pulse upon his wrist - slow and steady, in sharp contrast to his jackrabbiting one. For a good few minutes, he sits rigidly, letting your breaths wash over him, feeling the warmth from your skin seep across the gap between the two of you and warm him in turn.

You're so full of life, it almost overwhelms him at times.

"Lie down," he asks of you, and oh, aren't you both speaking in tongues now? His command is a plea in disguise, wrapped in trembling vulnerability that he prays you will be kind enough not to unpack.

You shift back onto your back; Byakuya can only glimpse your expression in the semidarkness, but he can see the glint of your eyes shining back up at him, wide and attentive. He lies back down beside you - and then, before he can stop to question himself, shifts so that his head nudges beneath your chin.

He feels your stomach flex at your hitch of surprised breath, and tenses himself to push off of you. It was a stupid idea - he doesn't need to be held, he's not a baby, he's perfectly fine keeping himself to himself, thank you, and he certainly doesnt--

Your arm winds around his waist, pulling him closer, scrunching the worn cotton of his sleep-shirt. Byakuya freezes. Oh.

Your lips upon the crown of his head, pushing through tousled hair. And for as much as Byakuya hates unnecessary mess, he finds himself curling into it, arranging himself so that his ear pushes right against your heartbeat. He pictures the organ beneath your flesh, twitching with life against your sturdy ribcage, and it helps him breathe. He sinks into your embrace, your warmth, your life.

He doesn't say thank you, because he knows you don't expect that. He shows his gratefulness by letting his eyes shut and the tension in his shoulders unwind, and he thinks you know, because you kiss his forehead once more before you lean back and sleep.

[thenewblackcanvas]

just a little thunder

18+ • drabble • yunho • pt. 1 • pt.2

in all honesty, he wasn’t quite sure where he was.

the weather had driven him to seek shelter, running for what felt like 30 minutes to find somewhere to take adequate shelter. small awnings from closed shops were ok for a moment before running again trying to get to somewhere that would let him get dry and call his friends. after a minute, he figured he would stay under one until it let up. it got tricky when it not only got harder but the wind kicked it sideways, not sparing him from the rain and thunder that crackled in the sky.

he really needed to get inside a closed space. thankfully something caught his eye. the familiar sign of your apartment building. that’s where he was? a shiver traveled through him, obviously not from the cold of being drenched.

it took him a moment of inner battle to decide on this great yet probably horrible idea. It’s shelter, right?

•

you jumped at another crack of thunder, cowering from the window already as not to see the lightning that adding to your fear. You loved the rain but the minute it turned to a storm the calm it brought you melted.

a frantic knock on the door made you jump. you padded over, on the way checking that everything was charging, knowing if the power went out you would still be able to stay distracted. including the “toy” you were determined to like. what better way to distract yourself than cumming? Not like you could think about Y-

“Yunho?”

he stood wet and shaking at your door. “sorry to just show up but I got stuck in the storm. may I come in?”

you nodded, stepping aside for him to come in and slide off his wet shoes. you stepped back to look at him as he stayed dripping in the foyer. “i-uh don’t want to get anything wet. i’ll stay over here.”

you frowned before running to grab a towel. he accepted it gratefully but it became clear this was going to turn cliche rather quickly when you spoke next. “uh, yunho, i don’t think you should keep those on.”

he knew where that was going, being the one still cold and almost shivering. rather than a smirk or a chuckle you found his face mirroring yours. everything before was already questionable but stripping in your girlfriend’s friend’s house was a line right?

but he was freezing and wanted to get out of the foyer. so he stripped to his boxers. in the restroom of course. you brought him a shirt of yours to slip on. you bought some oversized shirts from the mens department to sleep in so they fit well enough.

he joins you the couch after changing, neither of you quite sure what to do next. until he spots your little friend charging. 

just ignore it, you tell yourself. its just a little thunder and just yunho. however, a few things happen within the next thirty minutes.

The lights go out. This leads you to lighting the few candles you placed around your living area in preparation for such an event

The two of you try to entertain yourselves through the thunder with conversation laced with tension and the few things you have charged or sit aside for entertainment

Those things die or become boring leading him to place the vibrator on the couch between you.

you can't believe how easy it is to fall into whatever feelings make you a mess but looking at the vibrator on the couch then at him as he is looking expectanly at you. seeing the question in your eyes he chuckles. “sit on it. i control what you feel”

your breath catches for a moment. hesitation doesn’t last long before you’re letting your pants drop. resting your folds on the toy, he doesnt give you a second to thing before he clicks on the first setting. you jump with a yelp. he shushes you, ‘this is the beginning’

the words sound ominous with the smile he's wearing. he does let you get used to the sensation, getting wetter before cranking it up. you bite your lip.

thats how you end up with his hand so close to you that it fuels both your need for him and your quilt ridden anxiety. “does it make you feel good to know im controlling what you feel? that my hand is so close to you?”

you suppress a whine. he spikes the setting by a level. “i asked you a question, tiny. i need an answer.”

“yes!”

he lowers it back by one.

your faces are so close the whole time. he looks down at your lips with a grin, then leans in right when you’re on the edge and says “too easy” he unexpectedly makes the setting go up to almost the max, catching you off guard making you jolt forward onto him as your orgasm runs through you like a strong wave.

you grab him before you think about it. he is stunned and frozen for a moment before holding you, stroking your head. it’s a sweet moment juxtaposed with the filthy shit he’s whispering down at you as he brings the setting down. your figure still moving pathetically on the toy while grasping at him desperately, holding tight. you feel how strong his back is and can hear his heart beating frantically in his chest.

you try to move from the vibrator as you reach to turn it off but he holds your hips down with one hand, turning it back up with the other

he leans down to your ear as thunder crackles. “I want you trembling”

a/n: quick authors note. this feels a little rushed because it was initially longer. something happens in the next chapter. same night of thunder...

‘Just a mistake’ is queued for Sunday pt.4

[fruit-salad-ship]

Hard not to think about all the ways plum and grey try to get peach to relax over, after today's chatter.

Edit: there was some doubled bits??? Tumblr's a mess aha. Fixed.

The soft moments. Plum not arguing, not starting her usual snide shade of teasing. The pair get a moment on the sofa, and she pulls peach to put her head on her lap, something the professor doesnt do, its soft, she's not going to go to someone for that. But within 20 minutes of lying there overthinking the situation while plum reads a book, feeling someone play with her hair for once, not the other way around, she dozes off. Hard to feel guilt when youre asleep. Grey gets home and sees the pair, gets Plum a tea, picks peach's legs up, sits down, puts them in his lap. For once, the light sleeper doesnt wake up, shifts, but stays alseep. She must have really needed this. They stay there and watch tv, chat, laugh, all while this big idiot rests for once. Grey seeing Peach so strung out, knowing she wont respond if he asks whats wrong, so he just takes her work out of her hands, puts it on the table, and wraps her up in a big hug. She tries for a split second to step away but gives in, its warm, the days been tough, and while she feels bad he's wasting time over this, its so nice to be held for a second. Gives her a second wind, she can handle it thanks to that.

Getting in and the duo have already done dinner, the late shift peach was suppose to work is covered, she never calls in the favours, so Grey did it for her. it's not like she ever gives herself time off, so he'll do it. Sees her lost, not sure what to do with this sudden free time, wandering around, doing house work, but a house-wide game of tag is initiated, all the humans, all the pokemon, all laughing and running around, ends in a heap, all of them exhausted but smiling. She has forgotten to stress about finding something to do, Grey and Plum high five when shes preoccupied wrestling with the tyrogue twins, who adore this side of her, she can keep up with them.

Peach always asks if people want anything when she gets up to go to the staff room or whatever, is happy to do that. Everyone works so hard, it's the least she can do in her mind. But when others do this she never troubles them with what she may want at the time. So Plum, in her observant mindset, gets her a smoothie. A small gesture, puts it on her desk, says nothing, plants a little kiss on her head while she works which snaps her out of focus, seeing the ranger leave. To her surprise, someone knows how she likes her smoothies, to a fine point, it's got an obnoxious amount of Ginger in it, just how she likes it. Makes her smile that someone noticed anything like that, catches herself grinning and slips into denial, a little guilt over someone spending time over making something like this, it's kind of long winded. Appreciates it, but...mmmm, guilty feeling. Is soft with Plum that day, feels like she's got to repay the kindness.

Grey spotting his big idiot mid burn out, sees her in a pit, sees her trying to juggle too many things, sits with her and works out a fix, a system, helps her organise herself, she was drowning a little, and while he knows she can cope, a simple act of laying it all out on the kitchen table and making a functiona to-do list is a lifesaver. She'll feel bad he spent time on it, swears she can handle it, it's fine, she's tough, she's got this. He ignores it and helps her anyway. Catching his hand and pulling him into a hug after he spent all that time heping her. Means a lot.

Plum being the top, starts with traps and snares to make sure she can deal with Peach, she is stronger by far and heavy as hell, dense like a brick, dealing with her is difficult unless you go in with a plan. Good thing Plums a champion at scheming. She knows peach will retaliate, try to get free, gotta make sure those traps are tough, tougher than her. Gets that usually tough, super confident woman reduced to a shaking mess, all the sweet little sounds and involentery twitches and reactions. Do a good enough job and Peach forgets to be guilt ridden, forgets to be grouchy or huffy. The whole point is to show her shes worth the time, and make it stick in her brain for once in her life. Bonus, this is very entertaining for the Ranger, who is discovering shes also into this, and finds Peach oddly endearing, dare sh say 'cute'?? when pushed really far.

Grey joining in to push her past the usual point where she's still functional and able to overthink the situation. Overload her brain, dont let that guilt sneak in, don't give it a chance to ruin this for her. She deserves to just let go, not stress, fully relax for once in her life. The very least Grey and Plum can do is try to facilitate that.

THEY JUST WANT HER TO TAKE A BREAK AND NOT FEEL BAD! It's a slow burn, she'll get there, but her guilt riddled existence and need to be the one who helps others all the time, despite despratly needing help herself some days, is a dangerous combo. They dont want it to catch up with her, can see her agreeing to somethign else that needs doing, KNOWING she's not got the time, that she'll overwork herself to cater to that. Without complaint.