#with his stupid pretty baby cow eyes

[eydika]

christmas exchange gift for @kittlesandbugs :)

[pucksandpower]

Sea Cows and Koalas

Oscar Piastri x Reader

Summary: Oscar just wants to impress his girlfriend, but those stupid sea cows keep stealing your attention

The South Florida sun beats down mercilessly as Logan’s sleek speedboat cuts through the turquoise waters of Biscayne Bay. Oscar leans back, soaking in the warmth and salty sea breeze while fiddling with the wakeboard bindings. Out of the corner of his eye, he catches you gazing wistfully over the side of the boat, peering into the depths.

“Looking for something, babe?” Oscar asks with an amused grin.

You turn towards him, eyes lit up with anticipation. “Manatees! I read they’re really common around here.”

Logan chuckles from the driver’s seat. “Good luck spotting one. Those sea potatoes are sneaky.”

“Sea potatoes?” Oscar snorts. “Is that an American thing?”

“What can I say? They’re fuzzy and they float.” Logan winks at you. “Like your man’s ego after a few drinks.”

“Hey!” Oscar reaches over to playfully shove Logan’s shoulder. “I’ll show you who’s all fluff out there.”

With a devilish smirk, he secures the final binding and stands tall, wakeboard in hand. Logan revs the engine, kicking up a spray of saltwater that has you giggling. Oscar shoots you a roguish wink before plunging into the azure waves.

Moments later, the corded rope connecting Oscar to the boat grows taut. He rockets out of the water, carving through the air with effortless grace. A wide grin spreads across his face as the wind whips through his hair.

“Woohoo!” Oscar hollers, riding the wakes with the confidence of a seasoned pro. He slices through the swell, spraying diamond showers that glisten in the sunlight.

You watch in awe, your face bright with adoration. But then something in the water catches your eye — a gray shape moving just below the surface. You gasp, scrambling to the edge of the boat and nearly tumbling overboard in your excitement.

“Manatee! I see one!”

Oscar’s brow furrows in confusion at your sudden outburst. His distraction costs him, and with a yelp he loses his edge, slamming into the unforgiving surface in an unceremonious belly flop.

Logan cackles, easing back on the throttle as Oscar bobs up, sputtering saltwater and treading water in a daze. “Smooth moves, Pretty Boy!”

Your face falls as the manatee disappears into the depths once more. “Oh no, I missed it!”

Oscar doggie paddles over to the boat, his ego more bruised than his body. “You just had to get distracted, didn’t you?” He grumbles, reaching up with pleading eyes. “A little help here?”

You bite your lip, trying to stifle a giggle as you grab his outstretched hand and haul him aboard with a grunt. Oscar flops down beside you, leaving a puddle on the immaculate deck. Water streams from his hair and board shorts as he shoots you a petulant glare.

“Really? Sea cows over me?”

You can’t help but laugh at his childish pout. “Oh, don’t be such a baby! You were amazing out there.”

“Was I?” An impish grin plays across Oscar’s lips as he inches closer, leaving a trail of water in his wake. “Prove it.”

With a mischievous glint in his eye, he snakes an arm around your waist and pulls you into a sopping wet embrace. You squeal in surprise as the cold lake water seeps into your clothes.

“Oscar! You’re getting me all wet!”

“That’s the idea,” he murmurs, drinking in your flushed features.

Logan shakes his head in amusement. “Get a room, you two.”

Oscar is only too happy to oblige, capturing your lips in a searing kiss that steams up the air around you. His fingers tangle in your damp hair as the passionate embrace deepens, banishing all thought of manatees or wakeboarding from your mind.

At least until a crashing wave erupts nearby, dousing you both in a shock of frigid saltwater. You yelp, breaking the kiss with a sputter while Oscar sits back with a sheepish grin.

Logan cackles from the helm. “Easy, lovebirds! There’s no lifeguard on duty.”

You shoot the American a playful glare, then turn back to your breathless boyfriend. Tenderly, you brush a stray lock of dripping hair from his brow, cradling his chiseled jaw in your palm.

“You know, as fun as watching you show off is ...” You lean in until your lips brush tantalizingly against the sensitive skin just below his ear. “I prefer my Oscar humble and pliant.”

A visible shiver races down Oscar’s spine as your breath ghosts over him. He swallows hard, brown eyes darkening with unspoken desire. “Your wish is my command.”

You can’t help but smirk at how easily he surrenders to your whims. With a soft giggle, you trail a line of feather-light kisses along the sharp line of his jaw, relishing the way his breath catches in his throat.

Logan lets out an obnoxious whistle. “Alright, alright! Keep it PG over there!”

Reluctantly, you pull away, leaving Oscar dazed and slightly flushed. He watches you with a wistful smile as you return your gaze to the gently lapping waves, ever vigilant for signs of the elusive sea cows.

The hot sun soon dries the lingering drops clinging to Oscar’s reddening skin. He leans back with a contented sigh, idly toying with the wakeboarding rope while studying your rapt profile. The salty ocean breeze tousles your hair in an enchanting dance that has his chest swelling with unabashed adoration.

How did he ever get so lucky?

Oscar isn’t sure how long he sits there mesmerized before Logan’s laughter shatters the peaceful reverie.

“Hate to break it to you, man, but I think your girl likes manatees more than you!” Logan teases, slapping the throttle with a cheeky grin.

Oscar blinks, bemused, until he follows Logan’s gaze to you — still transfixed on the glassy waters below. A fond smile tugs at the corner of his lips. Of course you would fall under the spell of such gentle, unassuming creatures. His beautiful weirdo.

With a dramatic huff, Oscar flops down beside you, draping his head in your lap and batting his lashes up at you imploringly.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” He asks in an exaggerated sulk. “When did sea potatoes become more interesting than me?”

You giggle at his playful antics, giving his chiseled jaw an affectionate scratch. “Don’t worry, buttercup. There’s enough of me to go around.”

Oscar arches a skeptical brow. “Is that so?”

Without warning, he rolls over and nuzzles his face into your stomach, peppering your cotton shirt with sloppy, pouty kisses. You can’t stifle your laughter as his ticklish stubble assaults your sensitive skin.

“Oscar! St-stop it!” You squirm and swat at him halfheartedly, breathless with mirth. “We have company!”

Logan shoots you a roguish wink from behind the steering wheel. “Don’t mind me, love birds. Just pretend I’m not here.”

Oscar grins wickedly, ignoring Logan as he continues his relentless assault, until finally you cry for mercy between gasping peals of laughter.

“Okay, okay! You win!” Tenderly, you cup Oscar’s face in your hands and guide him up until your noses are brushing. “You’ve got my full, undivided attention. Happy now, Mr. Needy?”

“Getting there,” Oscar murmurs, drinking in your flushed, breathless features with unfiltered longing. He leans in until your foreheads are touching, savoring your intoxicating closeness. “All I need is one more thing ...”

You regard him with an arched brow, unable to resist playing along. “Oh? And what’s that?”

Rather than answering directly, Oscar closes the scant distance between you, claiming your lips in a searing, all-consuming kiss. You melt against him with a contented sigh, cradling the back of his neck as you lose yourself in the embrace.

Logan whistles again from the helm. “Not gonna lie, I’m a little jealous over here!”

Reluctantly, you break away with a breathless giggle, nuzzling your flushed cheek against Oscar’s. “Okay, okay. I think you’ve successfully reminded me who has my heart.”

A smug grin tugs at Oscar’s lips. “And don’t you forget it.”

He punctuates the smug remark with another lingering peck. But just as he’s withdrawing, you catch a fleeting glimpse of movement beneath the waves — a sleek gray shape growing closer and closer.

You gasp in delight, headbutting Oscar as you scramble upright. “There! Did you see that!”

Oscar blinks owlishly, rubbing the spot on his forehead where you clocked him. “I … what?”

“A manatee!” You exclaim, bouncing excitedly on the cushioned deck. “It was right there! Oh, they’re even more adorable than I imagined!”

You shoot Oscar your most imploring puppy dog eyes, bottom lip protruding in an irresistible pout. “Can we … get one?”

Oscar’s brows climb toward his hairline. “Get one? As in … you want to adopt a manatee?”

You nod fervently. “Why not? They’re the sweetest things!”

A chuckle rumbles up from Oscar’s chest as he regards you with a blend of adoration and bewilderment. Leave it to you to fall head-over-heels for a three-ton marine mammal.

“And just where do you propose we keep this … pet manatee?” He asks, struggling to keep a straight face.

You open your mouth, then falter, momentarily stumped. A crease forms between your brows as you ponder the dilemma. After a beat, your eyes light up with your stroke of genius.

“The bathtub!”

Oscar barks out a laugh, loud and uninhibited. “The bathtub? Seriously?”

You level him with a deadpan stare, completely serious. “What? We have a big tub.”

Shaking his head in disbelief, Oscar pulls you into a fond embrace, lips brushing your forehead in a gentle kiss. “You’re certifiable, you know that?”

A contented hum rumbles in your throat as you snuggle deeper into the circle of his arms. “Maybe. But you love me for it.”

“That I do,” Oscar murmurs, resting his cheek on top of your head as the sun begins its descent over Miami’s shimmering coastline. “That I do.”

[usedtobecooler]

thinking on this fine saturday about virgin!eddie getting his first ever handjob at one of king steve's parties <;3

tw: handjobs, tipsy fumbling.

"what're you... we can't go in here, steve will kill me," eddie's wide eyed, frazzled as he clenches onto his half empty beer bottle with one hand, the other gripping onto your waist, grounding you as you pepper little kisses up the side of his neck.

"shh, gotta be quiet or somebody'll hear, eddie," you're giggly, way beyond tipsy as you wind your fingers tight in eddie's shirt, backing him up into king steve's room blindly.

he lets you do it without anymore argument. stupid and too wound up on the alcohol and weed to care that he barely knows you. you pluck the bottle from his hand, placing it on steve's dresser with a small grin on your face.

you lean forward to kiss him and he melts into it, relishes in the tacky glide of your glossed lips against his own chapped and bitten ones, grabbing for a handful of your ass and you laugh again.

"i wanna, eddie," you pout as you pull away, playful and trying to hide your smile, hand slithering down the front of his pants to grasp at his painfully hard cock through his jeans, "don't you want me to make you feel good?"

"i do, i do!" eddie speaks all too fast, because of course he fucking does, he's wanted the touch of something more than his own right hand for too long — but he's trying to be a gentleman, even as a virgin he knows not to take advantage of a drunk girl, "we're both really, really drunk, sweetheart."

"don't care," you giggle, backing him up slowly towards the bed until the backs of his knees are knocking the edge and he's falling backwards rather ungracefully, perching himself up on his elbows, "i need to see you cum."

eddie swallows thickly, looking your curvy body up and down in your ruched satin dress, unable to hide his want anymore, his cock pressing up against his zipper, only a slight relief.

you climb onto the bed on top of him, trying for sexy but probably looking more like a baby cow trying to find it's footing, sitting low on his thighs as you bunch his shirt up, "let me make you feel good, please?"

your wandering hands have eddie folding pretty quickly, and he makes no move to stop you from unbuckling his belt and ripping his jeans open — hell, he even helps you pull them down by lifting his hips up, any worry turning to eagerness as need takes over him.

when his cock springs out from his tight boxers and slaps against his belly you gasp, rocking down into his thigh, "god, you're so big," your voice is awestruck, taking in every last bit of it — he's thick, bigger than average, uncut, curved ever so slightly to the right, and he's already smearing precum all over his belly, pooling into his bellybutton.

"it is?" he asks, stupid. he doesn't know any better, hadn't seen another cock before, not up close anyway. the guys locker room didn't count, everyone averted their eyes in there. "oh, you don't have to — holy fuck,"

eddie watches dumbly as you grab hold of the base of his cock, leaning forward and letting a glob of spit coat the pink head, getting him all nice and wet for your hand.

you slink off of him, opting to lay out at his side so that you can get a better grip on him and take the opportunity to push up against him tightly. you lean down, kissing wetly at his neck, "i'm gonna make you feel so good, promise." you whisper, glossy lips smearing against his flushed skin.

you start slowly, getting a feel for his cock and what he likes — listening for the changes in his breathing pattern, the slight hitch, the quiet moans as you twist your fist over his head.

"mmph," eddie grunts, squeezing his eyes shut and tilting his head back, losing himself in the feeling, "your hands are so soft."

you giggle quietly, squeezing his shaft slightly on the upstroke, "thanks for the compliment," you lean over to kiss his stubbled cheek gently, and he keens into it, "can i go faster?"

"fuck, please," he begs, turning to look at you with his pleading eyes, all wide and dark in the dull lighting of steve's room.

you do speed up, maybe a bit too much, as your spit slick hand starts to fly up and down his cock, squeezing beads of precum from the slit to add to the wetness. this is the first time you've ever touched an uncut cock, and you're pleasantly surprised by just how sensitive he seems.

you watch as eddie's tummy muscles begin to quiver, and you find a slight pride and need blooming in your tummy. the pride of knowing you're making him react like this — the need to watch him come undone for you.

“oh — shit slow down, m'so close,” he rasps, unable to tear his eyes away from where your slick, tight fist runs up and down the length of his cock, foreskin rippling as you move up towards the head, swiping away the small blurts of precum that pool there, bringing attention to his sheer need.

"really? does it feel that good?" you ask, voice sultry and smooth as you nip at the shell of his ear, rubbing yourself up against his side. your pussy throbs as you listen to his desperate whimpering, relishing in the way his hips kick up slightly.

eddie nods, gnawing on his bottom lip, losing it when you run your thumb on the underside of his tip, grazing that one little sensitive spot until he's moaning your name, grabbing your thigh tightly, "m'gonna cum — you're gonna make me cum, oh fuck, fuuuck—!"

you gasp and giggle into his ear, turning your head just in time to watch as he cums in thick ropes all over your fist, shooting up his tummy and painting his dark expanse of hair on his happy trail.

there's just so much of it, and he just keeps cumming, groans rumbling up his throat as you jerk him through it, until he's physically recoiling from you from the overstimulation, burying his face into your tits to hide his burning hot cheeks.

you do eventually let go of his spent cock, your hand so slick with his cum that you shiver, the intrusive thought of using it on your aching cunt flashing through your brain.

[malk1ns]

Yesterday I came across the 5 on 3 video and since then I have been thinking about baby sid being infatuated by baby geno. Maybe one of them having a crush on the other and just being so not normal when around their crush.

so i had a little bit of a conversation with @plethoriall along these lines earlier today that is helping inform this; i hope you don't mind third party POV!

Mario has rarely regretted offering to have Sid stay with him.

Sid's rookie year he'd been a breeze; compared to most 18-year-old hockey players Mario's known, rear-ending the nanny's car was small potatoes. Sid was respectful of their home, didn't mind when the kids demanded his time and attention, and never put Mario in the awkward position of having to talk to him about not bringing hookups back. He'd expected much of the same when Sid called to let him know when he'd be returning for camp before his sophomore year.

That was before Malkin arrived.

Mario's memories of being a lovesick teenager are pretty dim at this point. He'd had his fair share of ill-advised crushes, more than one person he'd hooked up with that he probably shouldn't have, and Nathalie had forgiven more indiscretions than she should ever have tolerated, but being a 19-year-old with a world-ending crush is foreign to him.

He's doing his best to be empathetic, really he is. But there are really only so many stories one man can be expected to sit through while still pretending that his prodigy isn't head-over-heels for a teammate.

(He'd tried to broach that topic once, when Sid had come home from a night out inconsolable about Geno taking a girl back to the hotel room he still had rented in his name even though he'd essentially moved in with Sarge. Sid had locked himself in his room for three days, only coming out for practice. Austin had been devastated.)

"—and then Geno said the funniest thing," Sid is saying, and all Mario can do is grunt and listen, because Sid had followed him down to the gym and Mario figured he could put him to use as a spotter. He should have known better. "He said that Ovi's last name was...well, I don't remember exactly, but he basically called Ovi a sheep. Isn't that funny?"

"Hilarious," Mario gasps, and luckily Sid notices and grabs the bar before Mario drops it onto his chest. "Okay, I think that's enough for today."

Sid frowns, looking at the clock on the wall. "You've only been down here for twenty minutes, though."

"I have a phone call, just wanted to get a quick set in," Mario says, clapping Sid on the shoulder and making for the stairs. "Thanks, kid."

He manages to lock himself into his office before Sid can come find him with another story about Malkin, dialing Sarge's number and pouring a glass of whiskey as the phone rings.

"What," Sarge snaps as he picks up, and Mario laughs.

"Long day?" he asks, taking a sip.

Sarge's sigh is noisy over the line. "Jesus, Lem, you'd think nobody in the world has ever had a crush before," he complains. "I swear to god, If I have to listen to Sidney this or Sidney that one more time, I'm kicking him back to that hotel. It's ridiculous."

"Not much better over here," Mario murmurs, flicking through his daybook. The younger players have a PR event at Dicks tomorrow; maybe if he makes a few calls he can get Sid and Geno paired up. The cameras can't be on them the whole time. "He almost let me drop the barbell on myself just now."

Sarge snorts. "And somehow they both think the other one couldn't possibly feel the same way, even though they spend half their time making cow eyes at each other. I swear I was never this stupid."

Mario thinks back to the 90-91 season and winces. "I'm sure I came close a few times," he allows.

He has to pull the phone away when Sarge guffaws loudly in his ear. "Oh, I've heard stories," he says, and Mario wrinkles his nose. "But I don't think anything either you or I have ever done could hold a candle to this. And Zhenya won't hear a word from me about it, he acts like the world is ending whenever I try to bring it up."

"Sid's still pretending that he's just a big fan of Malkin's hockey," Mario sighs. "I'm thinking of telling comms to put them together for that event tomorrow and distract the cameras for an hour."

"We could lock them in the equipment room?" Sarge suggests. "Not for too long, of course, but..."

Mario thinks back to dinner the night before, when Sid had chattered on and on about Malkin for so long that even Nathalie's patient smile had started to fray. "I think you're on to something," he says. "Sid always stays late to talk to people—when is Malkin due for a trainer appointment? I'm sure Dana will help us out."

[macfrog]

so torn but i need a little 🩵

feel free to send more than one, baby! here all week 🫶🏼

meeting joel 1.3k words | duckie's baby shower 🩵

“fucking – shit…”

the truck squeals around the corner – the same goddamn corner it squealed around five minutes ago. you pass that same lime green mailbox, those same kids drawing farm animals on the sidewalk.

jesus christ, just admit it. you’re lost.

you did visit the place – though, only the once. and that was a couple months ago, now. you didn’t put a lot of effort into memorizing each street in the fucking neighborhood. did the houses look this similar, the day that you viewed it?

you’re sure you’re circling the same rows of houses over and over; sure you recognize the wind chimes hanging from that porch. you take another left, and –

“for fuck’s sake,” you sigh, pulling in down the street from those same sidewalk chalk artists. their cow drawing has a smug smile on its face.

your eyes roll to the right, and there it is. you probably passed it three times over.

it’s humble, quaint. pretty white wood, a wide-open porch. still some budding flowers left in planters by the door. you blink from the bay window to the numbers nailed squint into the column.

it’s so…grown-up. it almost makes you shiver.

you hop down out of the truck into blazing sunlight, lifting a hand to shield your eyes. a lawnmower hums in the distance, the scent of fresh grass diced through the air. a sprinkler whirs a few houses down. the kids across the street giggle and split the yellow chalk in two.

on one side of your new home – a similarly polite house with a row of vibrant tulips leading up to it. reds and yellows and blushing pinks – clipped and groomed within an inch of their life, each one blooming and beautiful.

on the other – a man, stood in front of a blue house, watering his grass. he’s tall, lean. built wider the higher up his figure your eyes climb. tanned, toned arms and broad shoulders which tug at the white tee he’s wearing. a square jawline beneath a thick brown beard.

you catch his eye and lift your hand to wave.

he turns away, aiming the hose at the grass behind him.

“dick,” you whisper, slamming the door.

you jog around to the back of the truck, taking hold of the sunbaked handle. it chinks, but it doesn’t budge.

“c’mon…” you grit your teeth, rattling it again and again. “are you fucking kidding me?”

you step back, sneakers scuffing on the road, and prop your hands on your hips.

your new neighbor is still focusing intently on his grass, spewing a stream of water at the lighter patches. the longer you stare, the more grass he finds to wet.

fuck it.

“hey!”

he gives the hosepipe a jerk, shaking his free hand dry.

“excuse me?” you call, waving an arm.

the man looks up slowly, checking over his shoulder first. making damn sure there’s no one else he can pretend you’re talking to.

and unless you’re eliciting help from the fucking paw patrol across the street, he’s no escape.

“hey,” again, and then, “i’m new around – i’m moving in next door. i can’t get this stupid fucki–freakin’ door to lift. would you mind helping me? please?”

he twists the hose in his hands. you can’t tell if he’s squinting because of the sun, or actually glowering at you.

it feels like the latter, the way he throws the thing to the grass.

he stalks over, a little intimidating in his stride, eyeing you as he approaches. without a word, he wraps two big hands around the latch. he tugs once, and the door doesn’t move.

“see?” you ask, gesturing to the truck. “i bet it’s, like, older than me. might even be older than you, might…”

your neighbor pauses, eyes sliding to yours. his stare is intense – dark, stormy eyes boring into yours.

and this time – you know he’s glowering.

“it’s the heat,” he drawls, giving it another strong pull. his biceps swell, the tattered sleeves of his t-shirt stretching around them. “it’s just a little st–”

the door suddenly shunts, rolling upwards. a rickety noise until it slams at the top.

the paw patrol glance up at the sound, wrists paused. they resume doodling when your neighbor backs up.

“thank you,” you mutter, tugging on the hem of your shirt.

you push yourself up onto the back of the truck, standing amidst the fractured bones of your old apartment. a shadeless lamp here, a box of kitchen utensils there.

the guy takes half a glance at you and double takes, eyes scanning the sea of cardboard behind you. he looks you up and down and back up again – jaw tightening when he notices your hopeful expression.

“do you mind?” you ask, lifting one of the heavier boxes. “if you got somethin’ better to do…” you glance over to his yard, the hose lying in a swirl on the lawn, “…then i understand.”

he sighs, reaching for the box. his thick arms tense when the weight shifts from your grasp to his.

“thanks!” you deliberately chirp, watching his figure swagger off to your porch.

joel miller, as it turns out, is a man of few fucking words.

his name is the most you’ve been able to get out of him – and that’s only because it’s on his mailbox. he tells you nothing else.

up close, he’s graying. the lines of a decently-aged man on his skin – that, or just a miserable asshole (perhaps both). he has a syrupy southern drawl, each word riding a wave from his tongue – but with each answer he relents, he still manages to sound fucking miserable.

he seems like he might have his uses, though. he’s got some pretty good intel on the neighborhood.

“that,” he nods to the house directly across from yours, “is steve and kris’s place. they just had a baby. some nights, you can hear the kid from over here.”

“congrats,” you mutter, following his hand as it moves across the window.

“diane,” joel says. “she’s got a dog – the thing’s a little shit.”

your chin lifts. “diane, little shit,” you echo.

he nods, tongue in his cheek. he turns, hand flicking in the direction of the tulips. “alice,” he says. “let me tell you somethin’ – if there’s anything you want broadcast to every person, pet, and goddamn mailbox in the neighborhood, she’s the one to talk to.”

“nosy, huh?”

“nosy,” he agrees.

you snicker, leaning by him to glance at the swaying flowers. “but look what good care she takes of her tulips.”

“hm. ‘s all a front, you’ll see. she’s smart with it.”

joel helps you unload the rest of the truck, sliding each box across your living room floor. outside, he passes you the last couple, and then reaches up for the door.

his tee lifts ever so slightly – flashing a sliver of skin with a smatter of hair above his belt buckle. a dark trail diving into his jeans.

the sight sears itself behind your eyelids. you drag your gaze from him, bending to scoop up the lighter of the two boxes as he jumps back down. he follows at your heel towards your house again, dropping the last box right by your front door.

he says, “you need anythin’ else, just give me a holler,” but his dry tone – and the fact he’s already halfway out the door when he mumbles it – are enough to convince you that this motherfucker never wants to see your face again.

so – you skip after him, following him to your porch steps.

“nice,” you call, watching him thud down each one, “you any good with diy? i got a shit ton of ikea stuff to build.”

he turns, bottom lip between his teeth.

your eyebrows lift, heel kicking against the wooden step. “a – shit – ton,” you repeat.

joel scoffs, shaking his head. “better get to it, then.”

he wanders back over to his lawn.

[starsfic]

drunk red son admitting that he thinks MK is adorable is my crack

His phone was ringing.

His phone was ringing and it was three in the morning. At least, that was what the blurry red smudges on his clock looked lik. Qi Xiaotian reached over and, after a few minutes of smacking around, found his phone.

He squinted at the bright light as it turned on.

Red Son was calling him.

Weird.

Tonight, or at least last night, was their bachelor parties and they had agreed on not talking tonight while he chilled at the party that Long Xiaojiao, as his maid of honor, threw. Macaque had insisted on being his man of honor and Xiaotian hadn't regretted it. His party had been fun! A night at the theatre, thanks to Macaque's connections, followed by make-your-own noodles and a full run down of all his baby videos had been great. People switched between him and Red without any issue.

At least, until Azure Lion had talked to him while everyone else was busy. Despite working on making g up for his actions, it seemed he still had some resentment for DBK and Princess Iron Fan.

"You don't have to marry him."

Xiaotian scowled at the thought. Yes, he did, because he loved Red and wanted to get married and have a huge family... A fresh ring brought him back. A message was under the call.

Dragon_Girl: Sorry, he missed you too much!

Right under that message was a picture. His heart swelled at Red, curled up on some couch. He held his phone. Xiaojiao's picture had the perfect angle to show it was a picture of him.

"Awww, Red..." Xiaotian pressed answer. "Hi, handsome. Are you-"

"NOODLE BOY!" He bit back a snort at the voice. Was Red drunk? It took a lot to make him drunk. "NOODLE BOY I LOVE YOU!" Xiaotian's shoulders shook with restrained laughter. "DO YOU HEAR ME?!"

"I hear you, I hear you," Xiaotian managed to wheeze. "I love you too, Red!"

"NOT AS MUCH AS I LOVE YOU..." There was a groan that seemed to echo. Was he in the bathroom? "YOU...YOU...YOU AND YOUR CUTE FACE!"

"You think I'm cute?" Of course, he did. Red told him how cute he was in private. There had been a whole presentation once that had made Xiaotian weak at the knees. "How cute?"

"Cute....Cuter than...than...BABY COWS!" He leaned back at the yell. "What are they called?"

A chuckle came from the other side. "They're calves, Red," Xiaojiao's voice drifted in. "Let me talk to your pretty husband, kay?"

"Sure..." As the phone was exchanged, Xiaotian had to lean back again at a gasp of "WE'RE MARRIED!"

"You're getting married, Red," Xiaojiao sighed, clearly fighting back giggles. "Hey, bud! Sorry, I know you and Red didn't want to talk, so you would be all excited to see each other during the wedding, but he really wanted to talk to you. Especially with how much he was talking about your cute, kissable face."

"It's not a problem," Xiaotian leaned back with a satisfied sigh. 'How much did he drink?"

"Eh..." Xiaojiao paused, probably mentally counting, before groaning. "I don't know. I lost track of him a bit," This sigh was less giggly. "When I found him, Azure was talking to him. I don't know what he said, but Red was really interested in the drinks after that."

Of course. "Yeah, Azure talked to me too," Xiaotian rubbed his temples. He would tell Wukong about it the next day. Peng was already banned from getting anywhere near him or Red or any future kids. He didn't want to add Azure to that list, but he would if he had to. "But, he doesn't matter. Keep a good eye on him, okay? I wanna kiss his cute kissable face."

Xiaojiao chuckled. "Of course I will. Hey, Red, I'm hanging up. Do you have something you want to say?"

Silence, a deep breath...

"I LOVE YOU!!!!!"

Xiaotian finally couldn't take it, even as his ears rang from the shriek. "I LOVE YOU TOO!" He hung up before a stream of high, happy giggles shot out of him.

Forget Azure, forget whatever stupid history was in the past, focus on the now. The now was important. The now was this-

Tomorrow (because they did want to recover from their parties) Xiaotian would walk down the aisle with his cute love and wed him in front of their family.

And hopefully there would be no more lonely nights.

[sommerregenjuniluft]

can you believe on twitter people are starting to make regulus be fem

*GASP* THEY DID WHAT??

dunno if fem stands for identifying as female or presenting more feminine but yeah i sure can and Actually what a coincidence, would you look at that nonny, i dug this out of the depths of my docs just for you~

enjoy 1.7k of fem regulus (that i wrote for the jegulus microfics a few months back that took a life of its own and i never finished lol)

It had started with a debt.

No, that’s not true– actually, it had started with Professor Slughorn.

He’d sat down on his desk—yes, on, not at, long colorful knitted robes fluttering as he maneuvered himself into a pretzel. He’s a very strange man, that one, Pandora wagers he’s possessed by multiple old spirits, Shakespear and Van Gogh being only two of them—and had tapped a finger against his temple conspiratorially, “I’ve cooked another something up for you guys in here.”

Whenever Slughorn cooks something up in that cauldron of a head of his it’s either brilliant bordering on manic genius or it’s entirely stupid.

The given assignment is to write a song and produce a music video for it. Their final this semester.

Which sounds easy enough, but Slughorn had stressed multiple times that he wanted to be wowed as he’d slurped on his open coconut.

Which means they’re gonna have to put in a shit ton of effort.

“Form groups of five and figure it out,” he’d clapped his hands twice and then slid off the desk and went to leave as students started moving around the room and erupting into hushed discussions.

They’d pretty quickly figured out that Barty and Regulus would come up with the lyrics, they’d done it often enough, sometimes by accident when the brownies Pandora occasionally baked were a whoopsie too strong. Evan had leaned back with a grin and told them not to worry about the soundtrack and Lily and Pandora had already fallen into a tangent about cameras and equipment and location, possible props and friends they could rope into staring.

That’s when Regulus had taken her snake bite piercing between her teeth to smother a mean grin at the idea that popped into her head.

She plops down on her brother’s usual table in the yards, chunky platform heels propped on the bench and long legs on display under her mini skirt. Drives a hand through her wild mane and smiles sweetly, “Hi Jamie.”

As expected, his jaw drops slightly as James’ gaze breaks eye contact and takes on sliding down Regulus’ form where she’s propped herself deliberately right next to his meal.

Another voice at the table pipes up before the object of Regulus’ attention gets the chance to, “What do you want, Reggie?”

Regulus tilts her head, curls falling over her shoulders, eyes not letting off her target, “That’s none of your concern, Sirius.”

James licks his lips, “Hi Reg, how can I be of assistance to you today?”

Regulus leans forward with a smile, noticing the way James’ eyes flit down her low cut shirt for a second, “Remember that one time you’ve dared me to let the whole hockey team drink body shots off me?” Voice honey thick, the Just so you could get a taste goes without saying.

Behind her Sirius chokes on his lunch.

But James’ grin widens and he raises an eyebrow intrigued.

Regulus cards her pale fingers through James’ messy, black hair, makes it just a bit more messy as he looks up at her through his rounded glasses with those baby cow brown eyes of his and the corners of Regulus’ lips tug, “I’ve come to collect my debt.”

Evan produces a banger beat over the course of a single all-nighter that Regulus and Barty write their songtext to, tipsy as fuck on vodka lemon sodas out on Regulus’ small as fuck student housing balcony in the dead of night, moonlight just bright enough to see the pen of what they scrawl down onto the paper of their sketchbooks.

Regulus had left Lily in charge of the planning of availability on the location and the hockey team and Pandora to come up with a range of outfits to choose from for Regulus and the boys.

Evan finishes the song in record time for Regulus to record the vocals to and when it’s mixed and ready Evan’s grin is so bright Barty drives the girls out of the studio to do whatever debauched things to his boyfriend on the couch in there which one, Regulus doesn’t want to worry her pretty little head about too much since it’s her fucking voice– and two, means the song fucking slaps.

Barty also comes up with a slutty and good enough choreo that’ll give the video the dynamic it needs and together the four of them sweat away a few afternoons blending into evenings in front of the mirrors while Lily does whatever magic she does organizing.

Regulus hates that she’s not into girls in times like this.

It takes some time, obviously, you don’t just finish a song overnight and it takes a few weeks until almost everything is ready for the video shoot.

Regulus is sitting curled up on her desk chair while Pandora absolutely just takes her fucking closet apart, Ipad in one of her tiny hands, the Greedy Pinterest board open.

There’s already a pair of trainers and another pair of pointy, glittery heels thrown haphazardly on the end of her bed over the formerly neat sheets as well as a pair of black overknees and a cute lace-y, sage green bra that Regulus didn’t even know she had.

“Here,” Pandora blindly throws something over her shoulder at Regulus. They’re some older, white basketball shorts with black highlights. “Put these with the heels and the green top.”

Regulus does as told, albeit an eye roll that’s nearly painful as Pandora throws some white Nike socks after her. “Those too, babe.”

Another few beats pass where Regulus is bored and Pandora is rummaging and then she says, “Oh. my. gods,” and turns with a shiny faux leather bra hung loosely on her index fingers and a bright smile on her face, “You absolute slut.”

Regulus takes the compliment and gives her a sweet grin and a wink.

Pandora’s eyes take on a milky quality and then she asks, “Can you still do a split?”

Regulus takes a step into the middle of her room and falls into a nearly perfect split without any warm-up.

Pandora rolls her eyes at the showing off, badly containing another smile, “Again, I love you,” and then, a more contemplating expression, “How much do you think you think you can milk James of that debt of yours?”

Regulus scoffs, pointedly looks down at herself where she’s still sitting wide legged and at ease on her bedroom floor.

Pandora’s grin sharpens, “Text him you’re gonna need an old jersey and matching uniform shorts of his.”

And Regulus does just that. And if she sends the demand on Snapchat with a picture of her still in a split that’s none of anyone’s business but hers and Jamie’s.

James, as captain of the hockey team, is courteous enough to let them in with his own keys early in the morning of the shooting day.

They check out the rooms and halls for good spots and start bringing in bags and setting up equipment.

And James is just…helping.

Sticking around the whole fucking day actually.

Xeno and Mary have joined at some point with coffees, donuts and breakfast bagels, bless their fucking souls.

And when everything is as set in place as it can be it’s time for Regulus to change into the first outfit and start filming and James is still just…there.

Hovering with the crew, jostling elbows with Barty and Evan and peaking over Lily’s and Pandora’s shoulders and throwing Regulus glances and toothy smiles from across the room, showing no intention whatsoever to leave and come back later with his fucking team.

——— NSFW

James encourages the jerky movement of Regulus’ hips against his thigh, grip unrelenting on her waist as he leans impossibly closer, dragging his thumb along Regulus’ plump bottom lip, “You’d come like this, wouldn’t you, princess?”

Instead of answering Regulus sucks the thumb into her mouth, laving her tongue around it sloppily and making James breath stutter on the exhale.

“Fuck, good little slut– so desperate for it,” James says as he watches the movement of Regulus’ lips transfixed, continuing to get her off against his leg, “Want me to fuck you, don’t you, baby?”

And Regulus’ mouth drops around the sudden moan as her pace stutters, her eyes pricking with tears of the overwhelming toomuchnotenough and the degradation and sweet pet names and James’ lewd fucking mouth.

He pulls his thumb away and grabs at her ass with both hands, pulling their fronts flush together, two hard lines pressing at each other, “C’mon, princess, words.”

Regulus’ hands ball into fists at the front of James’ soft cotton shirt as she nods hopelessly, brows knit and voice husky, “Want you to fuck me.”

In the next blink James has her turned in his arms, palming at her stiff cock and pulling her ass back into him, his other arm coming around her front. Trailing faintly up her stomach, eliciting goosebumps, then grabbing at her breast and pressing a wet kiss on the side of her neck as a thumb brushes over a hard nipple behind the lace and Regulus groans.

“Be a good girl and stay down for me, yeah?” James rumbles into Regulus’ ear, nuzzling at the curls around her ear and the next moment there are calloused fingertips pressing into the nape of Regulus’ neck and she’s being pushed down against the counter.

James spanks her once across her right ass cheek for good measure it seems, another stay, and Regulus is helpless against the whine that crawls out of her, long hair falling into her eyes when her temple thumps against the marred, red countertop as James sinks to his knees behind her.

The hockey player palms at the swell of her thigh, right under the seam of her ass and kneads, warm humid breath puffing against Regulus’ entrance and she shivers against the exposure of the chilly air, whines something that sounds too close to Jamie and the man does nothing but keep looking and fucking chuckle. Bastard.

And then, “Oh, baby,” a groan and a bite to Regulus’ ass that has her whimpering pathetically, “Prettiest pussy, gonna get you all nice and wet for me.”

Regulus moans, and James hums as he dives in face first, grip strong around her thighs and tongue wet, slowly coaxing the tight ring of muscle open.

[buddhamethods]

10 BL Characters I Want Carnally

AKA I'm just a person with two keen eyes and dubious morals when it comes to enjoying media so don't take it seriously, I'm here for a good time.

Thank you @sndrys for tagging me! This was an eye opening experience putting this together. As it turns out I might have a type (ew).

1) Guy from Bake Me Please (2023)

The sole reason for me creating this list! Look, I dropped Bake Me Please almost immediately because it just wasn't for me BUT I've been lowkey watching through my dash. And let me tell you, my fingers gain consciousness and hit reblog everytime this baby's face pops up because...well...LOOK AT HIM. He is beautiful and he should get the guy (hehe get it) in the end idc.

2) Yok from Not Me (2021)

Yok is such a beloved character and for good reason! He is sexy, he is gay, he sets buildings on fire and steals cops' wallets on accident because HOW WAS HE SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT GUY HE WAS STALKING WAS A COP??? I love you Yok, never change.

3) Palm from Never Let Me Go/ OurSkyy2 (2022-23)

The anger I felt for all the injustice and mistreatment our beautiful Palm had to face in this show took literal years off my life. It's rare for me to get this passionately protective over a character and yet here we are, in the Palm Protection Squad headquarters. Even Nueng is on the watchlist!

4) Tonhon from Tonhon Chonlatee (2020)

Not to out myself as an enjoyer of silly goofy times , but I did have fun watching Fish Upon The Sky and Secret Crush On You, so OFCOURSE I thought I would like this one too but GOD was it rough. Did I still finish it? Yes. Did I fawn over PoddKhao pairing and have been quietly praying for some kind of reunion ever since? Also yes. Was I foaming at the mouth barking everytime Tonhon AKA Podd was on my screen? I'm not gonna comment without lawyer present.

5) Tew from My Dear Gangster Oppa (2023)

Speaking of Tonhon Chonlatee...AH! Ai Long Nhai (TC's spiritual prequel of sorts) was sure...something. And by something I mean I saw Meen and decided I will never speak ill of men ever again, feminism quite literally left my body. And then a year later My Dear Gangster Oppa came out and guess what??! MEEN IS THE GANGSTER OPPA! Dreams really do come true, kids.

6) Wen from Moonlight Chicken (2023)

(or Tian from ATOATS or Mueang Nan fron FUTS). Mix...I will eat you. Always so dewy and healthy and sparkly-eyed. But Wen from Moonlight Chicken is something out of the realm of my imagination. The sex appeal? The maturity?? The gentleness??!! Somebody sedate me before I say something I will not be able to justify in court.

7) Vee from Love Mechanics (2022)

He is a pretty bisexual who makes the most abhorrent stupid decisions known to men and then weeps and suffers for them WHAT MORE DO YOU NEED? Once again, is the show flawless or even remotely coherent? Absolutely not. That being said Vee brought me so much joy by being stupid I'm forever grateful.

(also YinWar are so back GO WATCH JACK AND JOKER TRAILER)

8) Prapai from Love In The Air (2022)

To a certain extent I've enjoyed every MAME show I've watched. To do that you need to possess the rare ability called "I abandoned every shred of moral integrity to gawk at hot men". And Prapai? MAN is this bitch hot. Tall dark handsome? Check! Bisexual on a bike? Check! Stubborn and annoying? CHECK!

9) Xiang Hao Ting from HIStory3: Make Our Days Count (2019)

*incoherent wailing and sobbing* IM NOT EXPLAINING SHIT ABOUT HIM LEAVE ME ALONE

10) AlanJeff from Pit Babe (2023)

My newest obsession! I refuse to separate our local senior citizen and his favorite prophetic mechanic. Both of them are hot as shit in their own way. Alan is a sexy dilf with so much weight and responsibility on his shoulders it's a miracle he retained his optimism and youthful awkwardness. And Jeff is a prickly baby-cow-baby-deer eyed baby that is so touch starved it's actually a little funny. SO I GUESS ALANJEFF SANDWICH IT IS.

(don't be shy tag yourselves besties <3)

[shhh-secret-time]

I'd really like to know your headcanon on Clyde!

💄 An appearance headcanon!

Oh yes! God I love you guys for indulging me!

Clyde Donovan

💄 An appearance headcanon!

I headcanon that Clyde has dimples! I love the idea of that dork laughing and those little dips his cheeks just shine!

I imagine as he gets older he buzzes his hair but keeps a bit on the top! Giving him a bit of a cowlick!

He gets a new varsity jacket every year! There is no way in hell Clyde Donovan can keep his jacket clean and I don't see him as the type to try and patch his clothes when he tears them!

》 On that note my boy is covered in grass stains! I know the Fandom loves to make Stan THE football guy, but I think Clyde is the guy for that.

Between dating Bebe and his sister I wanna say Clyde dabbles a little with makeup. Nothing fancy or mind blowing, maybe like foundation! Blending King.

I think most of his fashion style is simple! Can't imagine he gives too much of a shit, mostly sports stuff.

BUT he's so very protective of his hair. He can't stand a strand out of place! I can see him carrying one of those stupid switch combs just to keep that cowlick looking good!

He has the prettiest eyelashes?

Baby cow brown eyes too?

Models hate him. Whoever he's dating also hates him.

Because those puppy dog eyes dude! That little shit knows how to use them!

Axe body spray smellin' ass tho

With Craig and Tolkien being his friend, they bully him out of the "shower in a can" mentality.

Thanks God

I imagine his pretty average height too! I subscribe to Clyde shedding a few pounds but he fluctuates depending on football season. More bulky body mass the more he plays! Idk still on the fence on that one!

Dude would be a bit of a brick in the wall if it wasn't for his personality, I think that's what kind of leads him to being the charming dork we know him as! (Or at least how I write him. 🫠)

[i-like-art-and-spiderman]

Double date prequel

I thought I would make a prequel to my last post.

The Spider trio after reuniting decide to take their Harry's all out on dates. Peter 1: Wait we all want to take our Harry's out on at date, right? Why don't we make it a double date. Peter 3: Oh my God that sounds like so much fun. Peter 2: Hmm I don't know; you really think they would get along. Peter 3: Aww what do you mean. Peter 2: Well as much as I love my Harry to bits, he can be a All Peters: Stubborn jackass sometimes. . . . Peter 2: Yeah. Peter 3: And Harry doesn't exactly have the best view of himself. Peter 1: They're working on it though, and I'm sure that if were around it will be fine. Peter 3: I mean yeah, like what's . . . Peter 2: Don't say it. Peter 3: the worst thing that can happen. Peter 1 and 2: oooooooooh All: . . . No, it's probably fine.

Raimiverse: After Harry gets back from Oscorp and Peter just returns home.

Peter after getting changed: Hello. Harry *sitting on the couch*: Sup, dinner is in kitchen. Peter: You are a sweetheart * kisses Harry*. And speaking of dinner * peter lays his head down on Harry's lap* You, me, Friday night, Peter one's universe, double date with Peters 1, 3, and their Harry's.

Webbverse/TASM universe: * same time as Raimi verse*

Harry: No. Peter: Why not? Harry: I'm gonna be busy? Oscorp has a big business meeting Saturday.

MCU: * same time as the other universes:

Peter: They are making you work on a Saturday? Harry: I know right. It's so stupid. But dad is going to have a cow if I don't go. Plus... All three Harrys: I don't think that me and my other counterparts would get along very well. All three Peter's: I beg to differ; you all have things in common. Your all Ceo's, you are all creative, rich. All Harry's: *mumblin* Self pretentious assholes. All three Peter's: HEY! We talked about that self-talk.

All Harry's: . . . I know.

( The Amazing Spiderman)

Peter puts his arms around Harry's shoulders, hugging him from the back.

Peter: Don't talk about yourself like that. Please. Harry: . . . Peter: *Peter stands in front of Harry taking both of his hands* And I would really appreciate it if you and I go. You haven't met the others yet, and they are like siblings to me. Harry: * sighs* I'll see what I can do. Peter: Thank you. Now anything you want for dinner. Harry: Pizza sounds nice. Raimi Peter: You know I don't like it when you talk about yourself like that. Harry: I know. Peter: If you really don't want to go, we don't have to. But it would be nice, when was the last time we went out since we got married? Harry: A week before our wedding a month ago. Peter: . . . Harry: Fine I have been waiting for an excuse to go on a date. *walks away* Plus, it would be nice to see the others again as they are basically you but somehow more adorable and are pretty much babies. Peter: . . . I'm not adorable! Harry: Liar! MCU: Peter: Please. Harry: No. Peter: Please! Harry: No! And stop giving me those puppy dog eyes. Peter: Look I know you are very busy taking over some work for your dad at Oscorp, but this is really important to me. I really want you to meet them. Harry: . . . Peter: * Stares at Harry with puppy dog eyes* Harry: * Sigh* You are the most stubborn man I met Peter Parker. * starts texting his dad* * minutes later* Dad okayed it, he'll go to the meeting instead. But if he scolds me later it's your fault. Peter who is ecstatic: * Kisses Harry on the lips* I know.

First one

[waltwhitmansbeard]

Oy Walt,

Truth Serum/Spell with Vaxleth, please? That should be fun, right?

Somehow I know you will find a way to hurt us :)

60. Truth Serum/spell

If there's one thing Vox Machina loves, it's drinking. If there are two things Vox Machina loves, it's drinking and games. If there are three things Vox Machina loves, it's drinking and games and inappropriate uses of magic.

Which is how they all bully Pike, face red and eyes hazy, into casting zone of truth, thereby initiating an instantly intense game of truth or drink. As per the rules, everyone allows the magic to wash over them, and the vulnerability begins.

They draw straws, and Scanlan wins. Pointing a finger at Grog, he demands, "How big is your dick really?"

Grog pouts. "Not fair. You know I ain't good with numbers."

"Compare it to another object!"

Grog's face scrunches up as he thinks way too hard for way too long. Finally he settles on, "Percy's forearm."

The table erupts in gasps and swears. "Wait wait wait," Vex hiccups, swaying slightly. "Is that just length, or girth too?"

"No, it's my turn to ask!" Grog hums a little as he thinks. "Percy..."

"Oh gods," the man in question mutters, his cheeks already tinged pink.

"You ever go to one of the lady houses in Whitestone?"

"I've been to several ladies' houses in Whitestone, Grog." He smiles smugly at having successfully sidestepped the question.

"BOO!" Keyleth tosses a handful of bar pretzels at him. "Answer the question!"

"I do believe it's my turn now." He ignores the disappointed grumbling and levels his eyes at Keyleth, who shrinks in fear of what's coming her way. "Vax."

Oh.

Vax's head is tipped on Keyleth's shoulder, and she's pretty sure he's already half-asleep. "Hm?"

Percy maintains the most deadly eye contact with Keyleth as he asks, "Where do you see yourself in five years?"

Vax hums thoughtfully. "Well, dead, most likely—"

"Fucking hell," Vex groans.

"—but if not that, then...mmm...living in Zephrah with Keyleth and our babies."

Keyleth's face instantly goes up in flames. She buries her nose in her tankard, utterly unable to make eye contact with any of her friends, who are either gagging or making the most obnoxious kissy noises. She nearly chokes on her mead when Vax asks, "Kiki?"

"Hm?" she squeaks.

"Does that scare you?"

Oh, fuck this game. She feels six pairs of eyes boring into her, but the only one she sees are his, large and dark like a cow's, his head twisted up to her with an expression so tender she wonders if he's real. "No," she whispers, "but that's what scares me."

And he grins a stupid, drunk, sloppy grin, so very satisfied with himself, and Keyleth rips her eyes away to throw whatever stupid question at Pike she can think of, anything to get the eyes off of her. As Pike thinks about what animal she'd want to be turned into for the rest of her life, Keyleth sneaks another peek back at Vax, who's still smiling like the cat who got the cream—and okay, maybe they both did, she thinks as she winds her fingers in his beneath the table, tipping her cheek onto the crown of his head with a sigh.

[maxverstappensflatbrim]

Show Me Yours | Matty Healy [19]

chapter nineteen, act three: so far (it's alright)

masterlist

April 21st 2014

liked by... phoebebridgers, bedforddanes75 and 3,568 others @thomasthetankengine: so… this is Button

trumanblack: she’s evil | thomasthetankengine: you’re such a baby

User15: dog mum | User6: i want Tommie to adopt me | thomasthetankengine: okay, woah, I’m probably younger than you | User6: mother replied

Tommie finds herself smiling as she picks up the phone and holds it to her ear, giggles leaving her lips as she sits on the floor, “Hey, babe.”

“Uh, hey, Tom. How’s it going?”

She laughs, “Pretty good, you alright?”

“Yeah, yeah.” 

“We still on for our date later?” She questions, “I went shopping with Adam this morning and found this cute skirt I think would be perfect-”

“Sure. Uh, that dive bar, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Button jumps at her and she laughs again, “Uh, anything happen lately?” Caleb pushes, “Significant?”

“Um,” She leans her head back in thought, “Well, Coachella was shit, I don’t know why you guys like that festival so much, it’s just a PR stunt for struggling models. Oh, I met Vanessa Hudgens, though, she’s lovely.”

“Is she?”

“Yeah, she was nice.”

“Nothing else?” He asks.

She shrugs her shoulders as if he can see, “Uh, no?” She laughs again, “I saw you three days ago, Caleb, talked to you yesterday morning too.”

“What about Button?”

She smiles at the dog, “What about her?”

“You didn’t tell me you were getting a dog, Tommie.”

Her smile fades a little and she glances at the other guys, Ross is lying on the floor letting Button jump all over him and lick his face with Matty on his stomach beside him, squeaking a little stuffed cow in his ear.

George and Adam are both sitting crisscrossed, their backs against the sofa, George records them playing and Adam encourages Button to beat them both up.

“I didn’t realise I had to-” She pauses and looks up catching George’s eye, she nods to the door and he nods back, “Tell you every time I made a purchase. Besides, she was free, got her from a homeless guy.”

“A-A homeless guy, Tommie, you need to be more careful, what if-”

“Ross was with me, I couldn’t just let the guy kill her.”

“I-” She hears him sigh and then the background noise gets quieter, he had the same idea as her, move away from prying ears, “I love that you care, I do, it’s one of my favourite things about you-”

“But?” She asks.

“No, but, I wasn’t going to say anything different.” It's quiet, she thinks he’s going to continue but he doesn’t. There was a ‘but’, they both know it.

She sighs and picks at the broken skin on her thumb, “Are you okay, Caleb?”

“What?”

“The past couple days, you’ve been, just weird. Are you okay?”

He clears his throat, “I’m fine-”

“Caleb…”

“Just… stressed,” He admits, “We’ve been sitting in this studio for five days and they haven't done a thing, I feel like I’m the only one who cares, and then when nothings done they’re turning on me as if it's my fault.”

“Then tell them that, tell them how you feel, don't hold it in.”

He scoffs, “You gonna take your own advice?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You and Matty,” He says, “And his stupid flirty personality, he makes you uncomfortable, Tommie, I can see it, just tell him to stop. He’s your friend, he probably will if you ask him to.”

She wants to start an argument at that.

But she stays silent.

She and Caleb argued a lot for the first couple months after the short (three week) honey moon phase passed them by.

He’s stubborn, and so is she. But she likes him, and she doesn't want to lose him. So after a while she learnt to remain quiet. That way the arguments don’t happen, he’s happy, and he makes her happy.

“I’ll pick you up at six.”

She doesn’t respond, doesn’t tell him she’ll be waiting like she usually does, she hangs up and puts the phone into the back pocket of her jeans.

“He’s jealous.”

She jumps and turns to see Matty leaning against the doorframe, “What?”

“You asked why he’s been acting off with you the past couple days. He’s jealous.”

“Of what, my dog?”

“No,” Matty says slowly and pushes off the door frame, “Of us,” She raises a brow and he quickly clarifies, “Us as in the band, we’re at coachella and his band is struggling to get gigs at shitty pubs.”

“They’re not struggling,” She says in defence, “They’ve got an EP lined up for recording.”

Matty shrugs, “He’s jealous. He hates that you’re better than him.”

She turns away from him, a humourless laugh leaving her lips and he catches her arm, “I’m telling you the truth, Tommie. He’s great, don’t get me wrong, and I love that he makes you happy, but he’s… he’s obsessed.”

“Obsessed?”

“With your band.” He clarifies, “When's the last time you guys talked about anything other than either of the bands?”

“Well, I-” She pauses, he’s right. Everytime she tries to talk about something he somehow turns it music related, constantly circling back to both of their bands.

She realises then how focused he becomes when she talks of the band and how they found success.

Then she shakes her head, this is Caleb, her Caleb. And then it's also Matty.

Matty sighs and tilts his head down, “I didn’t come out here to give you relationship advice, we both know I’m not exactly qualified for that.”

“What you come out here for then?” She asks, trying to keep her voice from going harsh. She reminds herself he’s her friend, and that he only has her best interest at heart.

He finds himself pausing a little too long until he fishes a box of cigarettes from his pocket and waves them around, she looks down at his socked feet and back up again and he walks on down the corridor.

“Matt?”

He hums as he turns before the final corridor and she sighs before clarifying for him, “He does make me happy.”

Matty smiles, teeth showing, “I’m glad.”

⋆｡ ﾟ☁︎｡ ⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ

She walks forward slowly, hands in the pocket of Adam’s leather jacket she stole for the night.

Caleb’s head practically snaps as he looks up, a bouquet of roses in his hand that he passes to her with an apology following right behind.

She sighs, “Caleb, it’s fi-”

“Don’t say it’s fine, please don’t.” He practically begs, hands holding her free one.

“Caleb.”

“No,” He shakes his head, “That wasn’t right of me. To take my annoyance out on you, I’m sorry. The guys, they’re- doesn’t matter, just know that I’m sorry, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Forgive me.”

“It’s okay.” She says again, lips curling up as she lets herself smile.

He walks up the one step separating them so he’s on the one below her, the few inches make them almost the same height and he connects his lips to hers.

“I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

“Gag.”

They both turn slowly to George, who is grinning behind them, Matty stands in front of him leaning back against his chest as they share a joint between them.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting high.” Mattty says, using his ‘duh’ tone.

She nods and lets Caleb take her hand, “We’re going now.”

“Have fun.”

“Watch the dog.” She tells them sternly.

Caleb tugs her further down the street, they walk hand in hand until they get to the bar, only pulling apart from him so he can open the door for her.

The rest of his band are already at the bar, drinks in hand with two sat ready and waiting for them.

“Hey guys.”

He looks over to where James and Shane stand at the pool table, “I’m gonna go make fun of them.”

She laughs, “Don’t bruise their egos too much, Caleb.”

He gives a little half shrug as he walks back, hands clapping Shane on the back as he goes to take his shot which makes him miss the ball completely and turn to start shouting at him.

“Hey, Tommie.”

“Alright.”

“You know what, I’m okay, had a good day, thanks, you?”

She clears her throat sipping on her drink, “I’m alright.”

“Good, good.”

He watches as Caleb takes a glance to her, eyes filled with love as he watches her stare around the bar.

“How’s the band?”

“They’re good.” She tells him with a nod, cradling her drink.

He nods, “So… what does your family think of your success? They proud?”

“Well, Adam’s my cousin, so I guess I get to share it with him, you know, his parents are proud, very.”

He nods again, “What about yours?”

“Oh, well, I-” She taps her foot against the floor, fingers picking at her thumb nail, “They’re uh… my mam, she died, few years back.”

“Oh,” His shoulders fall, “I’m sorry, I didn't realise.”

“It’s okay.” She nods, “I don’t really like talking about it. I mean, we weren’t really close, but, still my mam, you know.”

“So you lived with your dad, then?”

She winces sucking air in through her nose, “Not entirely, dad and I never got along. He stopped being my dad before I said my first word.”

“So, you should be just fine by now then?”

“What?”

“Like, you’ve had time to heal, I mean,” He says shaking his head and pinching his nose, “Sorry, that came out wrong.”

She turns away, “Uh, it’s okay.”

He quickly changes the subject, asking her about the tour, eventually though they circle back to the topic of her family.

“How’d it happen? Your mom?”

“Uh,” She fiddles with the sleeve of her jacket and looks to Caleb, he’s filling in for James who’s gone to the bathroom and she wishes he would look up, see how uncomfortable she is.

Sensing her eyes on him he looks up and smiles at her, she gives a tight lipped smile back and he goes back to his game.

He makes a noise to encourage her to go on and she chews her lip before answering, “Ovarian cancer.”

“I’m sorry, must've been hard, yeah?”

She nods, “Yeah.”

“Why weren't you close?”

“Uh, she worked a lot, she had me when she was really young, teenage pregnancy, she lost a lot of people because of it. So when I was like five she finally made new friends and was just… never there I guess.”

Caleb makes his appearance then, swooping in, a kiss on the cheek and a hand grabbing his glass.

Mitchell turns his body away when Caleb ducks his head to whisper in her ear, “See that guy over there?”

She nods, “The one with the snake tattoo?”

He nods, “Doesn’t it look like the snakes trying to strangle him.”

She laughs and agrees with him quietly, her eyes follow the snake wrapped around his neck slowly, “It does. Oh my-” She giggles, tapping his waist and when he sees the bright blue jewels in the snake's eyes as the man turns a little further they both start laughing.

“What time is your flight?”

“Got to leave as soon as I get back. Already packed up and ready.”

He sighs, moving his chin to rest on her head, “When do we cross paths again?”

She leans back into him and thinks, “Backyard BBQ, next month.”

“Too long.” He mutters, dipping his head to kiss her neck.

She shifts a little so he’ll stop and he goes back to just holding her.

“You said something about the studio?” He asks.

She nods, “When we get back Matty has a song he wants us to work on, see if we can make something of it.”

“What’s it called?”

She shrugs, “Like, Medication or medicine or something, not sure. He won’t let me see it.”

“Probably insecure,” Caleb says with a cocky grin, “You know, you being a poet and all.”

He lifts his head up to look at Micthell, “Did you know she was going to become a journalist?”

Mitchell raises one brow, “Really?”

She opens her mouth to answer but Caleb proudly butts in, “Not one of those shitty ones who make up lies about what celebrities sleep with who. She was gonna be a real journalist, covering important news and spreading awareness. Got into a top university, too.”

She grips his hand to tug him around beside her, “Well, it was an option, I got in to study English lit, not journalism. And I wasn’t gonna change anything,” She says, going against everything he just said, trying and make her seem better than she is, “Wanted to be one of those rugby commentators, or like, work on an F1 broadcasting team, something like that, you know?”

“She’s being modest,” Caleb says, “She would’ve changed the world.”

Tommie sighs, she doesn’t bother arguing, she slides off the chair slowly tugging his arm so he steps aside, “I’m gonna have to go, I didn't finish packing, was too excited to come and see you.”

He nods, “I’ll walk you out.”

“Okay.”

She wants him to walk her home, it’s California, it’s scary and she doesn't want to be alone. Instead she follows him out, hands in her pockets, leaving behind the bouquet of roses on the counter top.

“Sorry we had to cut it short.”

“Why don’t you come back? Meet Button.”

“I would but….” He gestures back to the bar, she nods. 

“Of course, sorry. Keep me updated about the studio sessions.”

He nods, “Maybe next time you’re in LA you could come in, give us some advice. Help us get on track.”

She steps back but he moves forward to kiss her one last time, she shakes her head and sighs, “Caleb?”

“Yeah?”

What’s wrong?

“I’ll call you when we land.”

He nods.

When she arrives at the hotel Matty is outside, sitting on the steps smoking a cigarette, he looks up as she approaches and says nothing as she drops down beside him, tugging off her black heels she bought just because Caleb mentioned once how he usually dated women taller than him.

“You’re back early.”

“Where’s Button?”

“George took her for a walk, should be coming back any minute now.”

She nods rubbing at her sore feet, “What happened?”

“I don’t know, I was excited and when we got there his band was there. I mean, not that I mind, I didn't say anything cause you know, we didn't clarify if it was just the two of us or not, but-” She stops talking and shakes her head.

He hands her the cigarette and she takes a long drag before handing it back, “Better?”

“Much.”

“How long has it been since you had one?”

“Week?” She guesses, “Trying to quit.”

He rolls his eyes, “Let me guess, Caleb doesn't like it.”

She shrugs, “It's unhealthy, I think he’s right.”

“What’s unhealthy is his-”

“Don’t say obsession.”

“Obsession with the band.”

She rolls her eyes, “Do you ever think maybe he’s just happy for me? Maybe he’s just proud?” She stands abandoning her heels as she sees George approaching in the distance, “No?” She presses further, “Because I’m a mate whose easy for a quick fuck?”

“God, will you stop bringing that up all the time? Not even talking about that-”

“Hey,” George grins as he walks up the steps, Button pulls harshly until she can get to Tommie’s feet and the girl crouches to scratch behind her ears, “Back early.”

“Yeah, I decided to come back and pack my bags instead of rushing later on.”

Matty stands, crushing the cigarette beneath his shoes before heading inside without a word.

George sighs watching him go on inside, “I’ve been worried about him.” He admits, “He’s been acting weird lately.”

He turns to her, one hand in his pocket the other holding a joint, “It’s since he broke up with-”

“We slept together.” She blurts out.

She freezes and turns to look up at his wide eyes slowly, his mouth opens and closes repeatedly and she hurriedly grips his arm as he starts walking forward, “G…”

“What the fuc-”

“G.”

“What the actual fuck, Tommie!”

“Don’t shout at me!” She says loudly.

His eyes widen, “You let Matty cu-”

“Alright.” She says, rolling her eyes and covering his mouth.

He grimaces, “That’s, what, when? Oh my god, did you cheat on Caleb?”

“What, no, it was before that, the day before I saw Caleb again.”

“You know, back then I would’ve thought, finally.”

“What do you mean finally?”

“I mean, you know, the two of you… bound to happen.”

She sighs and hangs her head down, her hair falling around to hide her face, “He told me he was high and it was a mistake and shouldn’t have happened.”

“Oh.” He lets his hand rest on her back as she stretches a little,. “Were you high?”

“No, and… I didn’t think he was either, but maybe he was. Maybe I misread it, oh God.”

She groans head in her hands before looking up at him quickly, “Is that me taking advantage of him? Am I- Am I a bad person? For not checking first-?”

“What, no, Tommie, hang on, were you still, you know…” He hesitates, waving his hand around and raising his eyebrows, the ash falling between them, “Pure, unbred…”

“I’m not a dog, George.”

“I know, but, were you?” He leans closer, despite it only being the two of them in the little alley behind the venue and whispers to her, “A virgin?”

“Yes, George, I was still a virgin. Unshagged, the cherry was untouched.”

He grimaces at her analogy, “So, there's a lot to unpack. You know, fault wise, on one hand he took something very sacred-”

“Jesus George, virginity isn’t like the crown fucking jewels it just a social construct, means nothing, I’ve shoved a fucking tamp-”

“Don’t want to hear it, please, just hear me out.”

She waves him on and when he’s sure she won’t say anything further he unplugs his fingers from his ears, “Point is, you were both at some kind of point of vulnerability.”

She drops her unfinished cigarette, no longer caring enough to try and soothe the ache in her jaw she feels every time she craves the nicotine.

“What was it like? When he, you know-”

She turns to him slowly, “Are you asking me to describe losing my virginity to you?”

“No,” He pulls a face, “You’re my sister, don’t want to hear about your sex life, I meant before…”

She shrugs, “We were in the lift, he took those heels off for me, I uh, forgot my hotel room key so he let me stay with him, messed around play fighting when I realised he had my old t-shirt I thought I lost, then one thing led to another….”

“Tommie?”

“Hmm?”

“He wasn’t high.”

“How do you know?”

“He didn’t have any weed in LA,” He tells her, “Been sober for a week, maybe two. I was supposed to go get him some that day, forgot.”

“He wasn’t high?”

Her voice is so weak, fragile, like glass about to break.

“No.” George affirms. “And, I don’t know what’s happening with him. I mean, when Gemma broke up with him he didn’t seem to care, I think you’re the reason why. Usually something like that would’ve had him down for weeks.”

“What?” She sits up a little straighter, “Gemma broke up with him? He told me it was the other way around, that the distance was too much-”

“No, Gemma broke it off with him. She said it was because of-” He cuts himself off and shakes his head.

He purses his lips tightly, “Point is Matty’s attracted to you and has been for a while, so it’s not a complete surprise he slept with you.”

“Matty’s not attracted to me, he made it pretty clear after he humped and dumped me.”

George’s nose crinkles at the words and he raises his brows, “Is that why you’re with Caleb?” George asks, “Get back at him.”

“I-” She pauses as she turns to look at him then lets herself slowly deflate into the concrete below her.

Is it? Is that why she's been forcing herself closer to him the past couple of months? To get back at Matty for abandoning her.

No, no. She likes Caleb. He’s sweet, and he is there and he hasn't once abandoned her.

Except for today, but that wasn’t abandonment. If anything she abandoned him.

George reaches out to touch the back of her hand before she spirals and shakes his head, “That was a stupid thing to say, I’m sorry.”

“Am I?” She asks, “Is this just me being my petty self?”

George shakes his head quickly, “I’ve seen the way you look at him, you love him.”

“Woah,” She laughs awkwardly, “We’re not talking about that word.”

“Do you? Love him?”

She shrugs, “I don’t know, I mean, how am I supposed to know what love feels like?” She questions, “I mean, my own parents didn't love me, if I’ve never felt the love of a parent how am I supposed to feel the love of someone else?”

“He loves you.” George tells her, “We love you, all four of us. That's love.”

She leans her head on his shoulder and his arm wraps around her as Button climbs into her lap.

“You’re not unloveable, Tommie, don’t ever think that.”

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𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐒𝐞𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐲𝐮 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫: Kiryu Setsuna

𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞, 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲: Kengan Ashura

𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐞: Obsession since childhood, stalking and religion

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: I'm pretty 'inspired' today, so let's see what comes of this.

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Sweet,

This is how he described how it felt to simply be by your side, something he never thought he would feel in his entire life.

Something he resented just thinking about having, something so soft and beautiful that he had never felt in his miserable, horrendous life.

It wasn't like other things, it wasn't like being with his first love, it wasn't like chasing Ohma, it was... different.

But what made it different? At first, Kiryu didn't know, he didn't understand why he wanted to be so close to you, but he felt...warm.

It was not like not feeling anything, it was not the same as when he became the boyfriend of someone who gave him and fulfilled each and every one of his whims without hesitation, satisfying even his deep desire to take revenge on his father. he.

Nor was it when he met Ohma, who chased him like a baby cow chasing his mother that had no love for him.

No, it is not similar to the feeling of appreciation he had for his managers at the time of the annihilation tournament.

So, how can we define his appreciation for you?

Well, that's an easy one: confusing.

And more now.

---So... What's the plan with all this? ---You ask, looking out of the corner of your eye at the paper taped to the wall.

Matsuda Tomoko had been dragging you everywhere --- Including from your room to the forest outside the tournament area ---, like a child participating in the best treasure hunt of her life.

---You said you were looking for a boyfriend, right? --- Mentions the woman with short hair, a highlighting shine in her eyes.

---Uh... I guess ---You pant heavily, thinking about the stupid idea you were seeing plastered on wallpaper.

---So this was what you were looking for! You've been saying for a while that you were looking for something like this, right? ---Tomoko intoned, almost skipping around you.

She pointed her index finger at him, her lips curled into a proud smile, as she tilted her hips to one side of her.

---And good? What do you think about the idea?

You look at the paper, at the woman in the photo and the smile on her face; almost as if he was having the best photo ever of him. The pink and reddish colors made a striking color game along with the white letters, you couldn't identify the typography.

---It seems like complete bullshit to me.

Tomoko almost fell to the ground, and it seemed like you could hear a part of her heart break at the softness of your comment.

---But why?! That sounds like an excellent idea!

---To be honest, Tomoko, why would I want to go on a blind date?

---Oh, come on! Couldn't you even give it a chance?

---After the last time I did that? No.

---But..!

---No.

Before the exchange of words turned into an argument, a call interrupted everything.

That was Tomoko's superior.

---Tomoko! Where the fuck are you?!

Just hearing her scream, even though she wasn't on the speaker, made you realize the danger of the situation Tomoko was in.

The short-haired woman almost flinched from Soryuin's sudden scolding, not only because of her insult --- Something not so unusual for her ---, but because of the tone in which she spoke to her.

---S-Soryuin... I-Is something wrong? --- Tomoko questions, pressing her back against the wall, her knees bending and seeking stability.

---Yeah! I need you to come here right now!

---A-Now I'm coming, Soryuin... b-but, why are you so angry...?

She couldn't even finish that little question, which the other woman shouted; <<Come here right now, or I swear to God I will be the one to rip your head off>>

Those words were enough, and like a little boy scolded for having made a baton, he began to walk slowly to God knows where.

You remained static, the doubt about what had happened to the relaxed woman you considered almost like a sister passing through your mind again and again, besides, what kind of mistake could Tomoko have made to make it seem like she had been caught committing a tax fraud?

You shook your head, before looking back at the wallpaper.

<<Looking for a rental girlfriend for my idiot brother,

Any woman/man/human specimen consult this number: +## ########>>

A laugh escaped your lips, before you pulled out your phone. It had been a long time since you had been romantically interested, so why not give a blind date a try?

I guess, in the end, what Tomoko had proposed to you wasn't such a bad idea.

<<With Tomoko>>

The short-haired woman was aggressively grabbed by the neck, a terrifyingly strong glare from the long-haired blonde of hers clinging to her in such a way.

That would scare anyone.

---Why you did that?

The question alone generated as much fear in her as the feeling that she was going to receive such a scolding that she would seem like a mother challenging her son.

---Of all the things you could do with her, why that? Are you daring to challenge me?

Doubt, not just one, many doubts, the attitude of her superior was quite rooted in something that Tomoko did not know, was she in love with (Name)? Or worse yet, what if she actually hates her and doesn't want her anywhere near her?

No, she didn't agree. Soryuin always sought to have male partners, she never thought of a woman as anything other than a companion or enemy, or a stranger.

But (Name)? She never gave her special treatment, she always treated her almost as if she were her family ---something that, in fact, she did with several very trusted friends---, so what would have happened that led this woman to Being so paranoid about something like... seeing a sign?

---From now on, don't even think about staying close to (Name), understand? I don't care if it's even to talk about politics or something ---The blonde woman took another step, shortening the distance between them---, if you even look at her again, I swear I...

A sharp and extensive noise of a door opening invaded the place, cutting off the blonde woman's sentence. By the time Soryuin realizes this fact, it was almost too late to put the safety of his partner or her own first.

The man with long hair, delicate features and noticeably large circles under his eyes makes his appearance, his mere presence accompanied by his gaze that originally almost never shows any sign of emotion harmoniously adorns the barely lit room, after all, the beautiful beast was named after a reason.

--- Soryuin... --- Is the unique thing that came out of the man's lips.

His voice was hoarse and accented by a hatred that was slowly eating away at his mind, as was an intense sense of alertness on Tomoko's part, almost as if his survival instinct was screaming for her to run or Kiryu will try to kill her at that moment .

The beast was sharpening its fangs, and the two tamers shuddered at the thought of seeing the creature rise up to take control of everything.

Kiryu approached the two women, the blonde was trembling at the thought of having someone like him on the verge of a breakdown and a possible assassination attempt.

The hunched back and messy hair, along with quite... striking musculature, looked like a failed attempt at a human.

Human nature was funny when it came to creating someone like him.

---Tell me, Soryuin, why did Tomoko do...that? ---Kiryu asked, directing his gaze to the young woman.

--- It's not what you think, Kiryu, she just... --- The blonde woman hesitated, but her words stuck in her throat ---.., it won't happen again.

Kiryu tilted his head to the side, like a confused dog.

--- I didn't ask you if she wouldn't do it again --- The man responded, bringing his face closer to Soryuin's ---, I asked you why she did it.

---I-I don't know, she was just playing with (Name) and then she...

---Shut up.

Kiryu's voice was even deeper than now, you could tell that he was progressively more on the verge of exploding.

---If you can't give me answers, then the person in charge will ---Kiryu said, now advancing to where Tomoko was.

But, it was Soryuin who was in front of Tomoko, so... she took a few steps back, thus getting out of the way of the long-haired man.

And Tomoko saw her, she could see how she was trembling and even at the moment when she heard her stuttering she could get the idea of what was happening.

A deal that had never been revealed to the short-haired woman, which he never had any right to see.

--- Tell me, dear Tomoko --- Kiryu called, with the same tone that he had extended so much ---, is there something you have to explain to me?

She was perplexed, exactly a few days ago he had said that he had become attached to both of them, why now...?

---E-Eh...I-Is something going on with (Name) that I never found out about...? --- The young woman questioned, leaning her head to one side of her.

---What if something happens...? --- Kiryu repeated, slightly changing the gravity of her voice to a softer one.

Was she trying to smooth everything over so as not to attack...? Or maybe...she is acting?

A grip on the woman's neck prohibits any interruption of her words.

---Of course something happens ---His grip tightens, his fingers cling to her skin as his hand sticks to the skin of her throat ---, don't you know you can't tell him? to an angel who walks with a mortal?! That goes against the rules, it goes against EVERYTHING, who the hell do you think you are to try to change natural laws?!

Her brow furrowed, as her eyelids expanded. Her tone of voice became harsh, her movements now erratic and incorrect for someone who He considers himself a great professional fighter.

But, at the end of the day, was it really wrong to do something like that?

---Everything I have done for YEARS cannot go to waste because of your whim! --- He screamed somehow louder, and with the help of her arms, he pushed Tomoko against the concrete ---, She will not belong to any mortal! None of you puny mortal beings deserve to even LOOK AT HER!!

After all, many people considered that all religions should be respected, right?

---I'm sorry...

Tomoko's voice was soft, but rigid and barely audible, and while her hands moved in search of freedom from the person who was actively seeking to kill her.

---I-I'm really sorry...

Tomoko was no longer well, the air in her lungs and in her blood in general was leaving so fast that her voice was the announcement that she was approaching the drawer instead of going for the fruit.

Kiryu looked at the woman, a part of him wanted to give in and stop before committing another sin, she was still someone that he love after all.

And eventually, her grip softened, and after a few seconds of the short-haired woman regaining her oxygen, he let go of her, leaving her on the ground.

Kiryu stayed silent, before finally walking away from Tomoko, returning to the metal door.

The long-haired woman did not move: she was static, almost with her heart in her hand for everything she had just witnessed.

And it is then that, when the door was closed with fixed abruptness, Soryuin came to her senses; He moved quickly to where Tomoko was, grabbing her shoulders with uncontrolled force.

---Tomoko? Tomoko! Answer please!

The short-haired woman just looked at her, before trying to catch her breath again.

And, with one last thought, she finally passed out.

<<Is (Name)... an angel to him?>>

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And here this one shot ends.

Now I really liked how it turned out!

This version is better, or at least for me, that's why I like to think that you also liked the result <3

So well, until I can figure some things out, see you until the next one shot or story I update

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[josendlessmonolouge]

my oc intro except I’m super tired so they’re incoherent.

Johnny manygoats

born: 1950

job: odd jobs, mostly does rodeo gigs and works his sheep

physical description bc I’m too lazy to draw him: big ass dude like 6’5 and he wears riding boots so it’s scary. He’s got Hooded Big brown baby cow eye and a broad face. Really warm undertone skin idk how to describe it other than like you would use burnt umber paint when mixing it. Very tan bc he constantly claims that bc he’s native he won’t get burnt “I’m dark already I can’t burn” (he can) when before the war he had really long (mid back length) hair but when he enlisted he cut it to military standard. The story has important parts pre war and post so it’s anywhere between long and kinda shaggy when he first started growing it back out. He doesn’t wear any pants other than wranglers. He wears either a western shirt or a really ratty redbone T-shirt that Sara hates but he will wear it until it’s shredded. He has basically two expressions; 1) I’m going to kill myself, you or punch a wall or all of the above and 2) beautiful dimpled ear to ear smile with squinty eyes and crooked teeth, that is pretty well reserved for his niece and nephew or his animals.

likes: summer treats. Like idk he just would live off watermelon and icecream if he could. He was eating frozen grapes way before y’all were. His niece and nephew, his older brother, Michael. the rodeo. reading western novels when he doesn’t have a headache. His horse. His wife, Sara. Marty robbins, Johnny cash, and hank Williams. (so jo core) Throwing shot-put. Marlboro reds. Black coffee. His dog. Sitting on his porch at night. Working on his family’s ranch. =. horseback mounted shooting.(pre war) when he had long hair he liked doing it in the same style as sara (he doesn't have much spiritual identity in his hair but his grandfather did he just liked it long because that's how his grandfather his, also he thinks it looks nice on him. he doesn't enjoy the racist comments he gets on it though obv) western suits. (actually part of how he met his wife) dancing (boy loves line dancing sm)

dislikes: any clerical/business work. Itchy fabrics. being cold, people assuming he’s just a stupid country boy. Literally anyone he went to high school with except for his best friend. Gilah monsters, He knows they don’t often bite people but they scare him still. Coyotes. Really fast talkers. Alcohol. Lyndon Johnson. Being touched without asking first. doctors. physical therapy. dark chocolate (opposite of me) the beatles (again so not jo) running. horseback mounted shooting (post war)

personality: gentleman, always wants to be polite and helpful but also extremely blunt and doesn't realize it's rude/funny/awkward he comes from a family where men are pretty open with their feelings masculinity? bitch his dad cried over hitting a barn cat with their truck. even though he's not really someone to hide his emotions because of like any societal or familial pressures, he doesn't like to be a problem or in anyone's way, so he isn't always too open. really good with kids. he really wanted kids but was exposed to agent orange and was advised to not have children, it broke his heart more than being a pow. genuinely terribly traumatized obv but especially just heart broken by the fact he'll never be a dad. protective of his friends and family to a detrimental degree, wouldn't ever hurt anyone except for when they say something cruel about mike (brother), sara (wife), theodore (best friend). only really became reserved in his emotions after the war, where he felt kinda ashamed and struggled with survivors guilt. can be a show off but he's honestly just earnestly proud of himself. likes to learn new practical skills, he was so excited when he learned to sew.

[wooahaes]

plushies & petting zoos

pairing: non-idol!hyung line & gn!reader

genre: fluff. sequel fic to mingyu fic from earlier.

word count: 0.8k~

warnings: food mentions. hyunsuk denying his cuteness a little.

daisy's notes: oh to go to a fall festival with the trsr hyung line... oh to win a cow plushie and see yosh cuddle w it... oh to--

“The stupid darts booth guy kept flirting with someone the entire time,” Junkyu huffed as he made his way back to you, hugging a plush panda bear to his chest. “But I finally won something.” 

It’d earned a quiet laugh from you as you watched Junkyu brace himself on the table with one hand, hopping into the spot next to Jihoon. The four of you had split off from Junkyu when he insisted he wanted to win something from the darts game, saying that you would all go get food. Jihoon wordlessly slid over Junkyu’s meal for him, having been protecting it from the rest of you the entire time. 

“We told you that you could have played something else,” Hyunsuk said, grabbing another fry from the basket the two of you were splitting. “The guy running the ring toss was nice.”

Ah. Yeah. That Vernon guy—you’d caught his name when one of his friends came over to say hi. You actually won a cow plushie from him (she currently sat in Yoshi’s lap as he hugged her, head resting atop hers) and he’d been super chill about just… throwing in a bonus tiger because you were one of the few people who’d been there in hours and he was feeling nice. You’d give the tiger to Yoshi later on, but you’d tucked him into your bag. 

“I wanted the bear!” 

You giggled again. “It’s cute,” you said, and saw the way Junkyu seemed to beam with pride at having someone on his side.

“See? I’m not the only one who thinks so,” Junkyu said.

Jihoon rolled his eyes, flattening out the small map made up for this place. “There’s a petting zoo,” he said aloud. “Yoshi wanted to go.” He looked to Hyunsuk, “Didn’t you also want to—”

Despite Hyunsuk’s edgier exterior, undercut and big rings and everything, he was the biggest softie you knew… Well, aside from Yoshi. He’d speak up and over Jihoon, as if someone might be watching and realize that Hyunsuk “didn’t have as much swag as he looked” (which was how Jihoon put it once when the five of you went to some superhero museum Hyunsuk had wanted to go to). Truly, anyone who saw his love for superheroes would know that he was a huge dork who told bad dad jokes sometimes. 

Yoshi just giggled to himself, and then spoke up to lightly tease Hyunsuk, “They have bunnies…”

Hyunsuk averted his gaze. “I know they have bunnies… I saw them earlier. We can go if you want to.” 

You merely rolled your eyes. He wasn’t going to drop it until he saw the animals himself. The rest of you cleaned up your trash while Junkyu quickly ate, rejoining all of you as you started to make your way to the petting zoo. You had accepted the cow plushie back from Yoshi, hugging it close to your chest. 

Just as you expected, Hyunsuk dropped the ‘cool guy with tons of swag’ energy he tried to keep up the moment he saw a baby cow. Truly a relatable moment as he all but dropped everything to clean his hands and then make his way over. 

Jihoon came to your side, one hand tucked into his pocket as he held onto the panda bear in his other. Junkyu must have pushed it onto him when he went to pet a sheep, Yoshi lingering around him before he saw Hyunsuk trying to feed a baby cow a treat. 

“Kids,” he said with this chuckle, as if all of you weren’t pretty close in age. You rolled your eyes, and Jihoon’s shoulder bumped against yours. “I can hold that if you want me to.”

You looked down to your cow plushie, shaking your head. “I’d rather pet a bunny.” 

He chuckled again. “If you change your mind, I’ll consider holding it… If you buy me a caramel apple before we leave.”

Ah. He drove a hard bargain. You rolled your eyes, smiling to yourself. “The kids seem to be having fun.”

Junkyu looked back, calling out your name. Without saying anything, Jihoon held out his other hand, and you sighed with a smile. Fine. You passed the cow to him, making your way over to join Junkyu as he continued to pet a sheep excitedly. 

“They’re so cute,” he chuckled. 

“We’re going to see the bunnies!” Hyunsuk called out to the two of you, standing at the edge of the pen. “Are you coming or not?”

The two of you shared a knowing look before rejoining your group, following Hyunsuk as he led the way to the bunnies. Although the handler nearby had to step in and help you pick one up, the group gathered around as someone snapped a picture. Jihoon had managed to set things aside to join all of you in for one group picture with a lop-eared bunny named Cherry. 

Maybe the five of you would come back next year, too. You’d go anywhere with these guys if they asked.

taglist: @twancingyunhao

[core4writes]

𝐢 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮//georgenotfound

𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀：𝗀𝖾𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 

𝖶𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌：𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍，𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗁𝗈𝗅

𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗋𝖽 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗉𝗈𝗏

𝐚/𝐧: i felt like an emotional baby today so here is this. 𝖠𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗂𝖼 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗁𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗌. (BTW ENDING IS RUSHED BC I HAVE 0 MOTIVATION)

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"I now pronounce you husband and wife, You may kiss the bride." A tear swells up in my eyes as i watch him pity kiss the bride, even though it was a pity kiss it still hurt me to know the man i loved is up there with my best friend, paige. kissing her....marrying her. "are you still staying for the reception y/n? i heard there is cocktails." a woman said sitting beside me who happens to be y/n's friend, taylor.

"why did i even come here?" y/n says as my eyes are glued to the married couple walking down the aisle. "for paige remember." i take a second to remember to even come to this shit show in the first place, how did i even get hear, why did i let the man i loved slip away, was it my fault?

*flashback four years ago*

"oh come on y/n, just go with us it will be fun." my friend taylor try's to convince me, it's 12:30 a.m, were are sitting at my dorm room, i have to turn this assignment in by 7:00 a.m and they expect me to go to a stupid frat party with them. "listen y/n there are a lot cool people so you dont have to worry about being loser and not fitting in." Paige says with a smile "plus you got us so...well really you have taylor since im going to be making out with jacob." Paige says excitedly knowing that if she gets with jacob then she can go to all the cool party's.

"fine, i guess one party will not hurt me." taylor and Paige fulled with excitement, it all happened in a blur we were driving in a car, we were at the party, we were drinking, and now i'm alone at this party. im sitting on the ugly smelling couch as i watch frat boys play beer pong, and people making  out and socialize. i would look for taylor and Paige but im to drunk to even stand, I fiddle with the red solo cup in my hand.

a boy, a pretty boy stands in front of me. "hello, my name is y/n." slurring my words, "hello, i'm george." he pops right down next to me and smiles lightly, he has two drinks in his hand. "you look pretty lonely over here, so i got to a drink." he handed me a drink that i immediately chugged.

"are you british?" i say drunkenly as i lean on george taking in his cologne, "yes i am-" i cut him off "holy cow, a British frat boy ." he laughs at my drunk state, "holy cow." he mocks. "im not a frat boy, just a boy who happens to get drag to these party's by my friends." i gasp "the same thing happened to  me, my friends wanted me to come and i lost them i dont know where they are." as I was about to continue to rant I felt a uncomfortable pit in my stomach. 

"is everything alright love?" as much as i loved that i didnt have time to blush, i needed to throw up. i stood up and george stood up right after me holding onto my lower back, i started wobbling out the house with george chasing after me. i got out the house just to end up, throwing up in the bushes of the front yard. george seen and ran up to me.

he held my back and with the other hand he patted my back, "its alright, let it all out." his hands soothed my back as i puke, when i done i get up and dust my knees off. "hey lets get you some where private where you can clean off." george said. it all happened in a blur again he took me to his car, he opened his dorm bedroom, he let me take a shower, he let me wear his clothes, he even had to put on the clothes for me and he let me sleep in his bed all drunk.

The next morning, I wake up to feel a hand around my waist and someones head breathing in the croak off my neck. i shot up, looking over to see a random dark hair boy. he looked familiar, but i cant figure out who he is.

i take a good look at him for awhile till he bats his eyes open, "good morning." he sits up in bed right next to me "good morning," i say back. "did we do anything last night." referencing that we're in the same bed together.

he laughed "no...do you remember anything from last night." he gets up out of bed, he is shirtless. "uh, i wish i could." he pulls a blue t-shirt over his head "well my name is george." he put his hand out for me to shake it.

and a few months later we dated.

than broke up

*present*

me and taylor go to the reception, we are both wear light pink tinted short dresses. it matches the theme of pink rose petals, the party was good but there was something bothering me. not just the fact that my best friend is marrying my ex, but he was staring at me the whole time. as george and his bride cut the wedding cake he was looking at me, when they danced he was looking at me, when they kissed he was looking at me.

i felt bad and under pressured, the way he just had all his attention on me made me feel bad for Paige. i took one last sip of my cocktail and walked out the reception, I would be damned if I let him ruin my mood. i walk down the hallways walking towards the exit, i had to get in my car and get out of there. as i am about to reach the exit i hear my name.

"y/n.."

i turn to see george standing 5 inches away from me, "yes?" i didnt want to see him, this is his wedding day not mine. he comes closer to me and closer. our faces were inches apart now, and he traced my lips with one finger, lightly, lightly, then placed his lips there as if he’d drawn them into being. His lips were warm and soft. i broke the kiss, i had a gut feeling that shit was about to go wrong.

"im sorry george but i cant do this right now." i sigh.

"𝐢 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮." george said.

a/n: yeah im too lazy to finish lol.