#wow this is so fucking giant oops

[cunningweiner]

Regarding your petition for hcs.. bc I can't sleep, my personal hcs

Randy: After defeating the sorcerer the Nomicon calling him the "Last Ninja" He is the last one in the chain (making reference to the symbol in his shirt)

(A little non sense considering the 9 chapter thingy but ok)

He constantly forgets to covers up bruises and no one thinks anything weird because he has the fame of being kind-of adventurous (and stupid)

He makes up stories when someone asks him about them and recycles them. Sometimes when someone points out they already heard that, he convinces them into thinking they did not (art of manipulation nomicon lesson when)

His notebooks are full of doodles and drawings of lessons the nomicons gives him, and they're messy af

Has scars from fights that didn't end to well

He knows Japanese thanks to the Nomicon

He settled for having only one friend so his social skills are terrible.

Messy guy overall

Howard: Knows facts about everything, but not to the point of being an expert.

Knows how to read people (body language and expressions) ESPECIALLY Randy, he knows every habit of his, he knows him pretty well.

Has lots of "proyects" started none of them finished.

Has a scar on his back from the thengu incident (representing the wings)

He is never alone, let it be with his family or with Randy but he always has someone beside him, that's one of the reasons why he's has issues with being alone (it's weird for him) he feels bad when Randy tells him it's not a big deal (Randy's absent parents hc sorry for this)

Theresa: lots of friend groups but she doesn't feel like she belongs anywhere

Baby bat (interested in goth)

YES TYTYTY sorry for the slow response but okok here we go

I also kind of thought of him as the last ninja (lowkey disregarding secrets of the nine💀) but I got a different ask with some really interesting points so I’m kinda torn lol

Scars-having Randy is soso real to me. Also YES about him forgetting what he said and gaslighting people. That boy has so much brain damage I know it KNFHD

Him keeping a notebook full of the doodle lessons from the nomicon is sooooo good. Also him learning Japanese from it????? 10/10. I hc him as part Japanese but I don’t think he was taught any growing up (true wasian experience tbh) and I think he was really happy to learn

Howard is suchhhh a socialite but nobody ever talks about it??? He makes friends so easily (even if he doesn’t like them) and is super well received in crowd situations. I’ll write up a seperate post about that soon I think lmao. Anyway I love that Randy is the socially awkward one of the two. I think he would never make any other friends if Howard didn’t introduce him lmao

Smart Howard is so dear to me and I think he’s definitely the type of guy to know at least surface level about literally everything. Like that one Dan Vs clip about knowing who carved Mt Rushmore but not what state it’s in

I have a Whole Thing about Tengu Howard that I’ll write up/draw soon and the wing scars are going in immediately. I think I’m just a sucker for those scars specifically I’ll never turn them down on anyone

Yes you’re so correct about his isolation issues being purely from circumstance. I think he has a huuuuge family so he’s never really by himself but Randy is an only child with only child parents so he’s Always alone when he’s not with Howard. Absent Cunningham parent are real to me - would love for them not to be but he gets away with so much shit there’s no way they pay that much attention

I’m not really a big Theresa fan in general (she’s just a little boring imo but I know they would have developed her more if they had the time to :,( )but her being a baby bat is so good. I think Julian shows her his music and they share cassettes (they’re edgy like that). I think also I just want to see the members of the Klub interact more

[leclerc-s]

big reputations - part three

series masterlist // previous // next

yuki tsunoda so when is daniel going to man up and invite daphne jones to a grand prix?

daniel ricciardo wow. this is a betrayal i never saw coming. my own teammate.

daniel ricciardo and i’ll do it when i can actually drive in one again?

lando norris BOO! COWARD! INVITE HER TO SUZUKA!

fernando alonso invite her before i do.

daniel ricciardo do not threaten me fernando.

daniel ricciardo why do all of you just assume i’ve talked to her?

max verstappen what is it logan says, ‘slide into her dms?’ logan sargeant never thought i’d live to see the day max verstappen said ‘slide into her dms’

lando norris there’s no way she hasn’t see the tweets from your fans.

george russell and you have? lando norris they're practically thirst trapping the woman! of course i have! charles leclerc sounds like a horrible excuse.

alex albon i thought we were all aware of lando's man crush on daniel??

lando norris fuck you albon

logan sargeant and he's trying to steal my boyfriend!

lando norris what the hell are you going on about? logan sargeant don’t think i haven’t seen the heart eyes you send oscar! oscar piastri do you just like picking fights with lando? AND WE’RE NOT DATING! STOP TELLING PEOPLE THAT

pierre gasly my favorite tweet was the one telling daphne jones that max will be a third wheel in their relationship.

max verstappen i hope you dnf gasly

kevin magnussen someone warn the poor girl that dating daniel means accepting max and his boyfriend and his boyfriend’s boyfriend.

sergio perez who’s his boyfriend? and boyfriend’s boyfriend?

kevin magnussen charles and carlos

charles leclerc HOW DID I GET DRAGGED INTO THIS? carlos sainz and me? esteban ocon that’s your biggest problem with that? not that kevin implied you two are dating? or max and charles?

max verstappen you two are shitheads

daniel ricciardo but this is so much fun

max verstappen fun for who? certainly not me.

daphne jones you're an f1 driver, you keep secrets all the time, how is this any different?

max verstappen BECAUSE AT LEAST FOR THAT I'M NOT CONSTANTLY GETTING ASKED ABOUT IT! IT’S ALSO MY JOB!

daphne jones those tweets were right, max has become a third wheel in my relationship

max verstappen YOU TWO AREN'T EVEN DATING??

daphne jones my hypothetical relationship

daniel ricciardo

max verstappen definition of down bad

daphne jones i'm taking your girlfriend out to dinner.

max verstappen excuse me?

daphne jones i'm taking out alex and pierre's girlfriends too. they're my girlfriends now.

daniel ricciardo YOU'RE IN ITALY?? WHEN I'M NOT??

daphne jones oops? daniel ricciardo I HATE EVERYTHING!!!

¡leclerc-s speaks! not going to lie, i didn't feel like changing the date on the final set of tweets. (i noticed too late and didn't want to go back and change it.) i'm like eh about this part and hopefully the next one is better. also manifesting vegas isn't the giant shitshow we're all expecting it to be. praying for the drivers' safety because the track is going to be fucking cold.

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

[the-100-days-of-junkan]

Day 21

Hey so remember when I said there were gonna be more pics based off of Val’s work? Oops, it looks like that is immediately.

As expected, going to link the fic once again, years of commission work on twitter and being a fairy tail fan has made me excellent shill. 

Everything You’ve Ever Dreamed Featured in the fic is a very cute idea that Junko would get a Tiara for Mikan, to match with the giant crown she’s known for in the main games. And like, you’re probably getting a decent idea for how my brain works, you shouldn’t be surprised that I was immediately obsessed with that idea and had to draw it. And don’t worry folks cause you ARE gonna see that Tiara again. Rest assured. 

This pic is also notable because as far as i’m aware this is one of the only times I’ve ever made an active attempt to detail Junko’s bear clips during the entire project. Why is that? I don’t remember, like it’s been so long since I drew this one that I have no idea why I decided randomly to try. I don’t normally detail them mostly because I just have a limit to how meticulous I can be  without giving myself a headache. I have Junko and Mikan memorized at this point, I don’t need to look up references when I’m drawing them anymore, that’s how fargone I am. That said I’ve memorized how to draw them my way, so Junko’s bear clips are just silhouettes, her shirt is missing some of it’s detail, and it’s kind of 50/50 whether I put the red cross on Mikan’s apron. Other stuff too of course.

And don’t get me fucking started on Mikan’s beauty mark, I generally try to remember to draw it on her. But I’m sure you can go back and see every time I forgot to draw it in these early pieces. Even the ones I finished the day of me scheduling these posts. 

Last fun note I have for this pic (wow surprisingly packed) is that I had to mess around with it beyond simple cleanup, because originally Junko was, like, significantly larger than Mikan. Like not in a “Oh she’s taller than her” kind of way no I just straight up made her head way too big compared to Mikan’s. Hell I’m not even 100% sure I fixed it properly.

[abiiors]

here to request some ross hurt/comfort but like reader comforts ross…i feel like he’s always the big guy who everyone leans on but sometimes he just needs to be taken care of it could be like sick!fic or really anything idk god can you tell i wanna baby the fuck out of a grown man sorry if this isn’t specific enough or you’ve already done it before ily bye

a/n: this is so so so so tremendously sappy and sickly sweet, and also ridiculously tiny. hope you enjoy!!

cw: none

wc: 1k

ross can feel his head throbbing to the beat of the music. pounding, incessant headache that won’t go away no matter how many times he’s rubbed his eyes or drank water or tried one of the myriad of other things you always recommend, and yet, nothing. 

he know why it’s happening too—he has gone from europe to america and back to the uk in a span of ten days, subjected himself to shitty airline food and even shittier coffee. he’s exhausted; absolutely weary at this point. and listening to the same song on repeat isn’t helping. there’s no way he’s useful to anyone at the studio like this, when he’s just so prone to snapping. 

so ross silently picks up his coat, shoots the sound engineer a message and makes his way to the car. 

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his house smells of jasmine and lemon verbena—a sure sign that you have just left the shower, walking around the house, rubbing your favourite body butter into your skin like you always do. it calms him a little but the headache is still there. if anything, it’s gotten worse in the last twenty minutes. 

“ross…?” your confused voice gets his attention. 

ross smiles at the sight of you, almost drowning in his giant jumper. your hair, still wet from the shower, is held loosely on top of your head with a clawclip. it’s a welcome sight. 

“don’t feel too hot,” he frowns, lip tugging downward. “just a headache, love.”

your frown mirrors his as you make your way to stand in front of him. ross watches your face screw up in concentration, placing the back of your hand on his forehead. “no fever,” you murmur and look up at him. 

“what’s wrong?”

“just a headache,” he repeats, “nothing to worry about. it’s been a long week. just wanna nap.”

your confusion melts away, giving way to a soft pout. “aww, baby,” you coo at him and ross almost melts. the jasmine and lemon scent hits him now that you’re this close. it’s mellow, soothing. he closes his eyes and breathes it in. 

when he opens them again, your face comes into view, except this time there’s a little smile pulling at your lips as you take a hold of his hand. 

“come on,” he feels a tug; you, trying to drag him to the bedroom, “i have just the thing…”

he doesn’t protest, silently following you through the house and into the bedroom that still smells of your various skincare products. there’s a little wet splotch on the bed—no doubt from you sitting there in your towel, scrolling through your phone as water from your wet hair drips onto the bed. ross smiles at your little embarrassed giggle that’s followed by a barely audible “oops”. 

“sit,” you instruct, watching his face for any signs of pain. 

he hides it well, or tries to at least, only wincing when a particularly sharp twinge of pain slices through his temple. he should have had another coffee but now it’s too late for that. unless he can plead you to make him a cup. 

but he’s fairly certain he’d rather have you here than getting a cup of coffee. 

“close your eyes.” and so he does, curious about why he hears a little laugh in your voice but he follows the instructions obidiently when you tell him to scootch back and get comfy against the pillows. 

he waits, resisting the urge to peak when he feels the bed dip below your weight, when he feels you getting closer and sitting right in front of him. and oh how grateful he is for that. because a moment later, he can’t help but let out a soft moan as your fingers run through his scalp. 

he hears a small giggle. “that sounds like it feels nice.”

“mmm, it does–wow.” he can barely bring himself to finish the sentence as your fingers press against all the achy points in head; untangling the knots and getting rid of his hair tie that might just have been half the problem. he sighs happily. 

“c’me here, baby,” he opens his eyes to grip at your waist and pull you onto his lap—the closer, the better. “perfect.”

once you move around to settle yourself, you’re back at it again, this time adding a hair brush to the mix. ross hums contently, enjoying the way it feels, enjoying the tension that slowly leaves his body and how his limbs get heavier. 

through half-lidded eyes, ross stares at your focused face—the little crease between your eyebrows, tongue slightly poking out and he can’t help but press a small kiss on your jaw. 

his beard must have tickled because you let out a sharp laugh. 

he takes advantage of it—of your head thrown back—and presses three kisses down your neck in quick succession, savouring the little giggles. 

“oh, you’re a menace!” you tease. 

he grins back, stiffling yet another wince at the sharp pain in his head. but you still notice it anyway.

“how about we nap…” you offer, setting the brush aside and getting off his lap. he has half a mind to protest this decision but then he sees the offer on the table—you laying down just enough for him to snuggle into you and squish his face into your tits. that’s it, the final comfort. 

“perfect,” he mumbles, closing his eyes once again. ross snickers when he hears you whisper something that suspiciously sounds like god, you’re such a man. but you don’t move. instead you go back to threading your fingers through his hair. 

as his eyes grow heavier and heavier, ross realises how much he’s looking forward to this, proper sleep for the first time in a long time. and how he plans on being lazy with you all day once he finally gets rid of this headache. 

[riverwithoutbanks]

Since we’re doing s16 wish lists, here’s what I wanna see (in no particular order except for the first one):

Reunion episode(s). Can take up to three episodes because I’m okay with suffering. There are several ways this could go and I have a couple fics on the back burner about it so I won’t elaborate.

Beach episode: they planned to spend a few days near the sea, but a case falls on their laps. Dean is in denial and just wants to chill. The universe seems to be on his side as every time something supernatural happens, he barely misses it (think Linda from Phineas and Ferb). Cas, Sam, and Eileen are slowly losing it, being bullied by a giant squid. Dean is in a long chair, reading Vogue, and sipping Piña Coladas. Jack pops by and goes ‘wow, you guys look like shit!!’ (Dean fell asleep and got a massive sunburn).

Weekend at Bobby’s but Cas, and more comedic. I want this one to expose the shit out of the brothers. Have them be in a middle of a tiff and make it everyone’s problem. Point of the episode being, Cas loves them (especially Dean) a lot. But sometimes he wants to throttle them.

Bittersweet episode about aging. I’m thinking parallels with a monster/human relationship and hunters who got out. Saileen talking about having/adopting children question mark. Potentially dismissed after hearing Dean and Claire having a row whilst Cas tries to defuse the situation (he makes it worse).

Theee Destiel episode (they’re all more or less destiel but this is the big one. Can take place during the reunion arc). They talk about it ™️. It can last the whole season as long as they end up in a relationship by the end. I’m not particularly into domestic portrayals (nothing against them, just not my cuppa tea) so you can make the drama last. Especially if it’s getting on everyone’s nerves.

Oblivious Sam. ‘He meant as a friend, right? 😀🌸’. Would be especially funny if Dean is trying to talk about it but Sam is just not computing. Especially especially funny if he tries to defend their friendship being all like ‘yeah they’re weird but you’re an arsehole for assuming that there’s something more!!’. Dean and Cas look like they were dragged through a hedge backward and mugged by a pack of clowns. Turns out Sam’s right in the end, they weren’t doing anything YET. But now that he has contemplated the possibility, he can’t unsee it. To be continued

Continuation of the previous episode. Sam is looking for a memory erasing spell because he just CANNOT with those star crossed losers. He find Naomi’s… what the fuck was her lobotomy stuck, anyway? Some kind of sonic screwdriver? Moving on, he realises it’s been used recently (traces of grace or whatever, pick your poison. The magic system doesn’t make any sense anyway). Oops :) looks like someone has been messing with them. Wait. Wasn’t there someone else? Where’s Eileen?

The Big Bad. I love me some Chuck won and possessed Jack so it would go in that direction. The sonic screwdriver was in the bunker because Eileen caught Chuck!Jack’s new creation fucking with their brains. I wish it could be a cool uncanny monster, but let’s be real it will probably be just some dude ™️. She walked in on it lobotomising Cas (because it’s iconic<3) and tries to fight the thing off. Epic and terrifying chase scene through the bunker, especially since Eileen can’t hear the creature. She hides in a room where they keep spell ingredients and finds Sam’s conveniently placed recipe for calling Rowena. You can figure out the rest.

[end of part 1]

[chichirichick]

Santa's a Little Late, but...

I had the honor of getting my wife from another life @anxietybard for the @sesecretsanta this year! Read the SoMa pining below or on AO3.

Title: Taking a Leap

Pairing: SoMa, background hints of Marie/Stein, Kid/Star

Rating: T

This wasn’t how I wanted to spend the start of my weekend, but that perfect little girl scout of a meister of mine just had to rope me into another one of her half-baked plans. “You know she has the combined genetic make-up of a dissection-happy scientist and a woman who breaks toilets.” 

“A toilet,” Maka corrected as if that made it any better. “And that was just a rumor.” Her prim little sashay ended at the mouth of the walkway. She turned on her heels, planted her fists on her hips, and that bottom lip popped into a pout before she seemed to think better of it. With as flat a line to her lips as possible, Maka griped, “I don’t know why you bothered to come if all you’re going to do is complain.”

This should not be my circus– should not be my monkeys– but staying home alone on a Friday night? I could count the number of Fridays—let's not mention other days of the week—I’d spent without Maka on one hand.

Way to make it sound like you’re a couple, loser.

Ah, and there was the spiral, right on cue. Not that this was anything new, but a few recent weird life events had sent me on more than one mental tailspin: this year, that idiot Star and our often emotionally stunted boss Kid had jumped an unexpected hurdle into each others’ beds.

To my fucking surprise, this ignited a shit-ton of issues for me– no, no, I have no problem with two dudes shacking up, even though thinking about either of those two having sex isn’t high on my list of joyful thoughts. It was just this goddamn hazy, dreamy truth that I’d always tried to hold on to: weapons always ended up with their meisters. I mean, there was no chance in hell that Liz or Patty could withstand more than a partnership with Kid, and Tsubaki already had the patience of a saint just being Star’s weapon, but… I don’t know. Just the idea that the sorta unbreakable bond weapon and meister have–

“Soul.”

Oops. I blinked as my brain scrambled back out of that catastrophic corkscrew to face the one I was in now. “Maka, are you serious?” I slapped on a slick grin for good measure. “I watched you make flashcards all week– I want to make sure Shelley has some fun.”

She rolled her eyes before spinning back to her original trajectory.

Mission accomplished– for now. I followed a few steps behind her, sorta mesmerized by the wave of her hair as she left it untied. That’s been happening more often… wonder if she’s tryin’ a new style or somethin’.

Wow, creeper.

My shoulders crumpled a little further as I sighed. Sometimes that little demon was a real piece of shit.

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Soul being there shouldn’t have irked me, and I honestly don’t even know why I complained. Why I was pouting. Why I was unable to even laugh at his—well deserved—joke about the myriad of activities I had planned.

It’s just…

This was a test. A pivotal, life-altering test. 

I hear it: Soul being here for a momentous decision? Of course– or really, it should be of course– but there was a giant roadblock. One that, if you asked me straight to my face, I’d deny even if you were threatening to pull fingernails. In my head, though… the moment played back perfectly in my mind:

Marie, someone who had filled at least a quarter of the empty spot my mother had left behind, wheeled behind curtains to give birth to her long-awaited bundle of joy.

Soul, taking my hand and squeezing as he gently chided: “Don’t worry– she’ll be fine.”

Me, frozen, watching the fabric flutter before my voice—so alien, so far away—croaked from my throat: “I won’t ever be a mother.”

Any flashback to it still sets my teeth on edge, especially as the moment fades out on Soul’s shocked face. I captured each one of those syllables and squashed it down, all while hoping that Soul wouldn’t let it die. I wanted him to question me– to challenge with some Soul-icism that was a comforting mix of mocking and mollification. Because I know why I said it, but I’m all too sure he doesn’t.

And there it was: a giant roadblock.

Well, as if not being in a relationship wasn’t enough of a roadblock.

Sometimes Soul’s not the only one with that dark little voice in his head.

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This was a disaster, and I hate to say I told her so, but I told her so. Okay, and yeah, I don’t actually hate proving Little-Miss-Can’t-Be-Wrong wrong. I’m not above smug satisfaction at being right, but watching Maka struggling against the will of a four-year-old had soured it just a bit. 

“I think it’s time for dinner,” Maka mumbled as the last of her confidence deflated.

“Actually–” Man, was I risking my entire life by grabbing her wrist and turning those tear brimmed eyes back to me. I was at a total loss as to why the hell she was taking it so personally, but I couldn’t let her drown in her own saltwater. “Shelley’s gonna make dinner. I’ll supervise.” You would have thought I’d dog-eared the page of her favorite book since the look I got was nothing but a bubbling cauldron of rage with a fine shimmering top of terror. What the fuck’s gotten into you?

“F-fine.” She fumbled over the word before forcing herself out of my grip. Without another peep, Maka disappeared into the archway to the living room, leaving me to feed a sigh to the ceiling.

“Do I really get to make dinner?” The hopeful little chirp sent my eyes back down to Marie’s mini-me. “Really, Soul?”

“Yup”—I ruffled a hand through her hair—“and just to warn you, I’m lazy. So you’re doin’ most of the work.” I made a show of drooping in the doorway, enjoying the way it made Shelley erupt into giggles.

“C’mon, Soul, c’mon!” There was plenty of tugging, dragging, and laughing involved before we made it into the kitchen. 

“Alright, show me the pots.” Not a second of confusion crossed that little face– Shelley instantly jumping into action and proving my point almost instantly. 

Well, my point if I had made a point with Maka, but Death knows she wouldn’t hear it. The irony? Kids this age are willful little know-it-alls who want to do, not be told, and least of all, be coddled.

Sound like anyone we know?

Since I had kept all that in mind, I was living the ideal: water boiling, sauce in a pot, and a very determined kiddo stirring with her big-girl spoon while I chopped. Shelley was practically preening while she inhaled the tomatoey steam. “Can we save some for Mama and Papa?”

“‘Course.” I couldn’t stop the laugh that followed as she wiggled with delight. Okay, so maybe the homicidal doctor gene didn’t pass down.

“Soul?”

I was busy trying to keep all my fingers intact so all I could do was hum out: “Hm?” 

“Is Miss Maka always so mean?”

My knife slowed, half because Shelley deserved careful consideration to her question and half because I needed to glance back at the door. No, there were no jade eyes scowling at me from the frame, but… ah, fuck it. “Not sure I’d call it mean. I know she doesn’t mean it that way, but–”

“Then why does Miss Maka keep trying to tell me what to do?” she complained.

“I know it sounds like she’s tellin’ you what to do,” I murmured, “but it’s more tryin’ to protect you.” I shrugged to buy time. What was her problem, anyway? What was the helicopter parent act that she had going on tonight?

“But I’m a big girl!”

Boy, did I want to snort out a laugh. There was too much irony again, and a part of me wanted Maka to be listening. “Yeah, you are, but when someone cares about you, sometimes they go a little haywire. Sorta wanna just wrap you up in their love to keep you from anythin’ bad.” Okay, so, maybe it wasn’t just Maka who should be listening. I stared down at my hands with a sigh, feeling the sting of that insight trying to needle into my brain. My heart didn’t want to budge, but… “Think you could take it as a sign she really cares, and we’ll work on it from there?”

Oh? And when are you gonna work on that yourself?

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I wasn’t sure if it was my ego or my heart that was more bruised, especially as elation followed the pair into the dining room. Shelley was precariously balancing a bowl of salad—is she old enough to do that?—while Soul steadily carried a pot beside her. The objections were on my tongue when Soul’s stole everything away:

Let her do it, he mouthed.

Oh, yes, definitely a strike to my ego. It yelped along with a myriad of annoyed petulant pleas: How does he know what’s best? Since when is he a child whisperer? How does he know what’s right and I–

I flattened a hand over my mouth as if the words were going to flee from behind my teeth. It was all so dark, so ugly, and it was getting me nowhere. My eyes burned as Shelley joined me at the table. Soul was quick to turn back and retrieve the pasta before sliding into his seat. I honestly wanted to disappear. This was all a failed experiment because every ticking moment was proving me right: I was only capable of needing mothering, not giving it and–

Soul’s hand tightened around mine, making me jump. For a moment, I was sure I’d see heads bowed and “Grace” starting on Shelley’s lips, but Soul was just watching Shelley serve herself. The little girl was in the throes of victory—even though some of the tablecloth had suffered casualties—while Soul ran a gentle thumb over my knuckles.

Holding hands wasn’t anything exactly new, but this… I risked another glance at his face, and while the turn of his smirk spoke “cool as a cucumber,” the light pink of his ears was that well-honed hint that he was nervous. About what? Nervous that I was– yes, Maka, duh. Soul could be dense about certain things, but I had to admit that he wasn’t about people’s feelings. He could read a room just as easily as sheet music.

I let my stare linger from that peony stain to the strong set of his jaw before rising to scarlet eyes that were now focused on me. “You ready to eat?”

I squeezed his hand, watching as that made the corner of his mouth twitch. Whether tonight was a losing battle or not, one thing was clear: I had Soul with me. That was always enough. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

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Fuck, I was starting to think I was insane. Suddenly, Maka wasn’t Maka anymore. Or, I dunno, maybe she was more Maka than she was before? Again, fuck. Because whatever funk she’d been in at the beginning of the night had suddenly lifted as soon as dinner was over. I’d seen the girl hangry before, but…?

Or your lame little hand-holding actually worked.

As if that’d ever be enough.

It was Maka’s turn since we’d hit the toiletries stage of the bedtime routine. That means—again, what the fuck—she’d settled back into the observer role. No more bossing– no more worrying over whether or not an activity was gonna leave toes and fingers intact. Just an enigmatic smile and eyes that wouldn’t quit following me around the room. I couldn’t tell if I hated it or liked it– again, just insane.

“Soul!”

I jolted at the call before steadying myself for the mosey down the hall. Shelley was tucked to her chin, Maka sitting there with a book poised. I watched the scene, a smirk on my lips. “Whatdya need me for?”

“You have to do the bear voice,” Shelley instructed.

“Apparently my voice isn’t deep enough,” Maka added with one of the only self-deprecating smiles I’d ever seen on her. I didn’t like it.

That sent me striding, moving to plop on the other side of the bed. “Lemme see.” Maka angled the book my way. I glanced at Shelley, seeing that childlike expectant smile. Next was Maka, and… well, there was some sorta expectation there too that I couldn’t exactly get a fix on. I didn’t have time for that thought; my little Goldilocks wouldn’t wait.

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I’d made some lame excuse to stand in the kitchen. Well, popcorn was a fitting one at least since we had time to kill before Stein and Marie got home. Each pop! had my nerves tingling– little beats of gunfire to rip little holes in my heart. I guess it was all the melancholy of letting my dream die.

I wasn’t so stupid as to create white-picket fences. Mantles with family photos in neat little rows. The sing-song voice of children playing in the yard.

We were, at best, soldiers. In my mind, only pieces of that would even be possible, and even then…

Roadblocks.

Unrequited love. My neediness. My stubbornness. My… well, everything since tonight had shown me the obvious truth: I’m not made to be a mother.

Because that was the core covered in the mud of those words I had said to Soul. I had watched Marie in her sacrifice and knew—so deeply that it wrenched my heart from its place between my ribs—that my mother had never done the same for me. Sure, there was the actual birth, but the unconditional love that came after? And obviously that hadn’t been passed down. My patience today—or utter lack thereof—had been the final nail in the coffin. I was too stubbornly myself, and the self that I was most certainly didn’t fit the motherly mold.

“Yo.”

I just about jumped for the counter, spinning quickly to catch Soul with an eyebrow raised as he stood in the doorway. “What?”

“Are you coming in this century, or am I starting this movie by myself?”

“I’m just trying to make sure all the kernels are popped,” I grumbled as I turned back to the bag circling in the microwave.

“Alright, little miss perfect,” he teased before his footsteps got lost in the hush of the carpet. “Don’t blame me when you hate the flick.”

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Maka was fidgeting even though I was sure I’d picked a total winner of a film– some stupid puzzle of a thriller that she could use that big brain to tear apart for two hours. Instead, it was me she was tearing apart, and not being a bit sly about it. Her finger was toying with the power button and after a few more circles she finally took the plunge. I was stuck staring at a black screen.

“How did you know?”

“Know what?” I could be a little proud of the nonchalant, bullshitting tone I’d actually managed to put into that. I still couldn’t fix the arms that protectively crossed my chest or the bit of a grimace that was tainting the side of my smirk.

“You don’t have to be modest,” she pressed, green eyes starting an inquisition. “I want to know why–how you’re so good with kids.”

I shrugged, but the stone in her features told me I wasn’t off the hook. “Sorta– yeah, I had cousins and stuff.”

“And stuff.”

Woo-boy, I was toeing a line, but… there was Solomon Evans, and then there was Soul Eater. I’d never been too sure about burdening Maka with the old me, and this was sure it. Still, I dipped that toe: “Before my grandma died–”

The start of that brought her eyes wider, sweetness– softness coming to her eyes.

“–there used to be a mob of us. Mom’s got three brothers and a sister and each of ‘em wasn’t shy about having kids. Wes and I are the only pair.” I swallowed the old urge to button my lips because she was hanging off each word with a death-grip. “But they were all younger. Mostly babies and toddlers, so I got used to that kinda kid.”

She just nodded.

I cleared my throat. “But when Grandma died, our idiot parents just fell into fighting about inheritance and all that stopped.” I suddenly realized that secret had been a rock in my gut, and while it still scratched me raw coming up, its absence was a weight I didn’t fucking miss. “Got used to it, so I missed it.”

“I’m sorry.”

Sure, she could be apologizing for the shit my parents did, but I knew there was more to it. Her eyes were a little too shiny, and that button of her nose was turning a light pink. Maybe my sense had been lost along with that burden, since I couldn’t stop the whisper: “Why’d you ask Marie to do this?”

She flinched and her lips buttoned tight.

“Maka,” I pushed.

Her reply was a sigh, her fingers flexing on the channel changer and threatening to undo the silence. I grabbed them, ruining her chance for escape. “How do you know I asked?”

“‘Cause,” I muttered back.

“Don’t you think I’m responsible enough for Marie to just ask me?” Any playfulness in that was erased by her eyes falling away from me.

“Bookworm”—my throat burned with the love I couldn’t hide—“I know you. Doin’ somethin’ like this… what were you tryin’ to prove?”

She blinked, the liquid no longer just a shine in her eyes but small rivers down her cheeks. “It doesn’t matter. I failed anyway.”

Her arms tensed, trying to pull back her hands but I slipped into a firm hold on her wrists. I wasn’t gonna let her get away, not if it meant she was gonna break somewhere on her own. “Failed at what?”

“I was no good at this,” she whispered as that horrible, un-Maka-ly smile plastered on her lips again. 

I wanted to roll my eyes. “Maka–”

“No,” she decimated that even with her softened voice. “I told you, right? I’m just– I won’t ever be a mother.”

Oh. There it was. Definitely not something I had forgotten, but we were sixteen. I fucking barely knew my own feelings let alone how to navigate hers. What I did know though? This was a deep hurt, and I most likely had this one chance to get it right. “The first time I held my cousin, I dropped him.”

Maka blinked, brows furrowing. “What?”

I produced at least half of a laugh thanks to the memory floating over my brain. “Not dropped-dropped, but yeah, he was nuts as a toddler and just threw himself everywhere, and since I didn’t know and hadn’t tried before, I made the mistake of trying to lift him when he was having one of those tantrums and pow!” 

“But–”

“But nothin’,” I spat. “You can’t just throw yourself into something and expect it to be second nature. Even meistering—you know, that thing that’s literally in your blood—didn’t come to you without practice.” I gave her wrists a shake for good measure since I could see the argument forming on her lips. “You think four hours with a bossy preschooler means you couldn’t manage a kid of your own?”

“Nothing I did was right,” she hissed.

“That ain’t exactly true,” I pressed. “You tried. That was the rightest thing you could do.”

The pause that came after had me just about ready to tear out my hair. It wasn’t until she fidgeted, sighed, and tossed her chin back towards me that she spoke again. “Rightest isn’t a word,” Maka corrected softly as her eyes finally met mine. Her smile was dull, but at least it wasn’t fake anymore. “And I don’t know about trying, but… Soul, this isn’t just you– ‘wrapping me up to keep me from somethin’ bad?’”

My stomach dropped. Of course she’d been listening—of fucking course—but did she get the insinuation there? Love. I had said love. Wrapping someone in love. And I– 

Well, no shit, Eater, she’s sure you love her in that lame weapon way. Don’t get ahead of yourself.

“I’m sorry– I eavesdropped.” For once, she did look a little guilty, but I missed out on it completely. I was staring at my hands, hoping that if the heat I was feeling was a blush, then at least the tilt of my head would hide part of it. “Thanks for standing up for me.”

“Like I said– you were tryin’,” I mumbled. 

The tangle of our hands was suddenly in the forefront of my mind, but as soon as I started to loosen my hold on her wrists, she slid her palms back into mine. “But you’re not messing with me, right?”

“Nah.” One syllable– that’s all I fucking had. She was holding my hands too tightly. I was suffering through slick palms. I was sure at least my ears were pink. I was–

“I’m glad you came.”

Okay, no more at least. If my whole face wasn’t a tomato, then Clapton wasn’t a guitar god.

“It’s funny…” The breathlessness of her laugh drew my eyes back to her face. I had seen that look on her face only a few times before: she was scared, but that elated kind of afraid like she was about to jump off some cliff. “I wanted to do this by myself, but I realized that it always ends up alright if I have you with me.”

Floor, say hello to stomach. Tongue, lose every last control over your muscles. Brain, bluescreen. Here was where that dark, oily voice would usually pop in to ground me again, but even that didn’t have the strength to overcome my hopes at that moment.

It’s not like I imagined white-picket fences. No stupid Macy’s photos in tacky frames. No kids clamoring around the backyard.

We were tools, right? Usually just means to an end, but… 

If there was one thing I did envision, it was having her with me. And sometimes, just sometimes, it was all the happy stuff that could come along with that.

“Soul?”

“Ah,” I tried, but my mouth was still full of cotton.

“I just wanted you to know that, okay?” Her fingers were slipping away. The fucking moment was slipping away, and I knew it, and–

“You’d be good at it,” I blurted.

Trajectory was momentarily paused, her hands hovering between us. “What?”

“Being a mom,” I stammered through, knowing that for once I had no plan. “Maybe it doesn’t feel like it now, but I know you. I know you’d learn, and I know you’d be good at it.”

I had hoped the crying was over with, but new tears blossomed in her eyes. “Oh.”

“And that’s– that’s not me keepin’ you from somethin’ bad,” I murmured.

She nodded, brought her hands back to her face, and did her best to clear the mess. Death, Maka might have been all blotchy and tear-stained, but I couldn’t help but think she was probably the most beautiful I’d ever seen. She was vulnerable, and for once, we’d actually talked about it. I couldn’t help but want that moment to last forever.

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 I wanted to imagine that moment as another thread woven into our connection, and I wish that I… well, all that I could urge myself to do at that point was to plant my head on his shoulder and turn the movie back on as if it were any other night. My bravery does have its limits.

 At first, his heart galloped like we’d just finished a practice fight with Star, but after comfortably melding together over an hour, any thumping was replaced by his gentle snore. I laughed at the predictability: Soul always had a post-stress coma. 

I lifted my head to examine the tilt of his chin, the way his unfussed bangs slightly fell over his eyes. Soul’s mouth was slack, grumbles starting on each inhale. Gently, I tested his cheek with my finger, waiting to see if he was truly dead to the world. He was motionless besides the temporary creation of a dimple.

Wise Soul-isms that I had waited years for danced across my mind: 

You can’t just throw yourself into something and expect it to be second nature.

That was the rightest thing you could do.

I know you’d learn, and I know you’d be good at it.

I was unable to deny the burn that brought to my eyes, and I let it engulf me again. A short, sweet deluge bubbled over my cheeks, rinsing away the last of the bitterness that I’d held onto that night. My other fingers joined in– not to poke, but to slide until I had cupped his cheek.

“Thank you for… being you, Soul.”

I leaned, and my lips brushed against his other cheek.

“Maybe, someday, I’ll know the right words for you, too.”

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Weird. Yeah, that was the only way to describe it. The feeling like you’re sure you left your wallet at home, but it’s in your damn pocket. Just something off and my brain was sending a muddled report. I tried to blame it on the disturbed sleep– Marie and Stein came home just an hour after I hit the true depth of my snooze.

Either way, gone was the storm-cloud Maka and here was the sunshine, her step light as we made our way back to the apartment. She was a few steps ahead of me, but somehow my little grumble was enough for her to turn a head over her shoulder. “What’s wrong?”

“Dunno,” I griped. “Wonderin’ if maybe Stein had the chance to poke around in my sleep.”

For once, Maka didn’t roll her eyes as expected. “Why would you think that?” Her attention faltered, the security door to the building pulling her in.

As I listened to the soft beep of the keypad, I let that marinate. Well, I dunno, Maka, you and I had a pretty heavy talk and then suddenly we weren’t. Yeah, okay, maybe that was the unevenness. Either way, I finally felt like I gained an inch tonight, so I wasn’t about to take a mile. “Y’know, just guts rearranged. Like somebody maybe had their fun while I was snoozin’.”

“Hm?” Her pitch faltered, climbing towards the roof.

Now, I had been joking—not that Stein wouldn’t take advantage of a free exploratory surgery—but that was definitely too much of a panicked frequency from her. “Maka Albarn–”

“I have to–”

Those lithe legs of hers were motoring up the stairs, already up to the next landing. Thankfully we weren’t teens anymore, and with my last growth spurt, she wasn’t leaving me in the dust. “Did that maniac–”

“He only ever did that to Papa, and–”

“Maka Albarn!” The final shout came with the slam of our door, pinning us in the quiet of the apartment after our cat-and-mouse chase.

Her shoulders were tense, back to me as she murmured, “It wasn’t Stein.”

“Uh…” was all I could manage. I didn’t think I was getting an affirmative, and my hands reflexively went to my gut to check my organs.

She pivoted quickly, eyes shining with determination. “It was me.”

“Uh…”

A few steps and she was back in front of me, face now just two inches from mine as she challenged me: “And all it was was this.”

Her lips—fucking Death, her lips!—were right there, an inch from mine. It didn’t matter that they planted on my cheek, I was still sent. Out of order. Gone. 

Maka tried to maintain her bravado, but the next still came with a little of a warble: “Now, is that all that bad?”

“N-no,” I stammered. Since all my sense was gone, and my hands moved of their own volition, grabbing her by the shoulders. “No, I– I–” Her face flushed pink, sending me partially into a panic. This was a misstep– not what she wanted, and I–

“You what?” There was an ultimatum in that question, and the shining clarity in her eyes had me knowing she had already decided something and it was just time for me to catch up.

“Normally don’t people do that sorta thing when someone’s awake?” That murmur ached in my chest with all sorts of want. “Y’know, s-so the other person has the chance to…”

“To?”

To panic– to overload– to– I swallowed that all and leaned in, lips just stopping a centimeter from hers. “To ask for more.”

Oh, thank Death she giggled softly. Maka worried her fingers in the sides of my T-shirt for a second before she tilted on tiptoes. A kiss. A real fucking kiss. Not just weapon and meister. Not friends. Not roommates living in limbo. 

I felt her smile spread before she let go, giving me unnecessary space. Jade eyes shined up at me. “I should have known my actions always speak louder than my words.”

I sighed– this one full of contentment instead of the urge to tear out my hair. This time when I leaned, just our foreheads met, enjoying that closeness just as much. “And I’m always here to catch you when you jump.”

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His Burden: Chapter 16

Chapter 16: What if we're caught?

You wake up the next morning to a pounding headache and an empty bed. You stay in bed for a few moments with your eyes closed, not ready to get up, and have to live through the day. When the sun shining through the windows starts to permeate through your eyelids, you finally sit up properly. You look around the room, eyes still half closed, and spot a note on his nightstand that looks like it was left for you.

Sorry, Babe. I had to go to work and didn't want to wake you.

I made you some food, and it's in the kitchen. I'm usually not on my phone at work, so call my assistant, Toby, if you need anything: XXX-XXX-XXXX. Love you! <3.

Assistant? Since when has he had an assistant? Now that I think about it, I don't know if I've seen him go to work since I met him. Oops, I'm such a bad influence. Thank god I have the day off today, though. Maybe I'll bring him some food for lunch since I was so crazy last night.

You spent the entirety of the morning sitting in bed with his blankets swaddling you, eating the food he made you, and watching shitty reality TV. Vanderpump Rules does nothing to cure your headache or make you feel more like a functioning human being, so you decide to check your phone and get ready for the rest of the day.

Oops, it's almost noon. I better grab some pastries and coffee from the shop and head over. Hopefully, he's not mad I'm coming over unannounced.

You walk to the coffee shop, the sunshine, and fresh air doing wonders for your condition. You grab him some food and the coffee you know he likes, writing a cute note for him to read when he gets the food using the shop's notepad. You take an Uber to his office, and the driver takes you to the most expensive sector of the city. The Uber parks in front of a giant modern building overlooking the park, with substantial gold doors and sleek glass with gold accents everywhere.

I can't believe I've never been here before.

Walking in, you're greeted with a giant water fountain surrounded by many high-value-looking statues and art. The floors are made of pure marble, the expanse of it traveling back what seemed like many miles. The walls had large arches on each side, leading to other sections of the building that held various rooms. The furniture was simple, yes, clearly expensive, and the desk where the receptionist sat was high and accented with shades of gray and white. The most impressive part, you noticed, was a sizable gold-lettered sign reading KNJ hung on the far wall of the lobby.

Holy fuck, is this really an office building? It looks like a museum.

You approach the beautiful young woman sitting behind the main desk. She has deep brown eyes and long black hair, her skin clear and her face glowing. She had strong features, thick eyebrows that suited her perfectly, and a sharp jawline. She looks as if she could've been hired as a model, her elegance almost stunning you to silence until you remember you have to speak.

"Hi, I'm here to see Namjoon Kim," you say sweetly.

"Oh yes, Namjoon's told me so much about you. Is that from your coffee shop?" she says, smiling and looking down at the bag you hold by your side.

Who the fuck is this? Why is Namjoon so close to this beautiful woman? Is he this close with everyone who works in the building? There's no way. I don't care that he can't fuck her. He shouldn't be talking to other girls so much—pretty ones at that.

"Right over here," the lady at the desk says, bringing you up the elevator and to a large set of double doors at the very end of a long hallway on the top floor.

"Thanks," you respond with a fake smile that drops off your face the second she turns around to walk away.

You look through the small window on one of the doors to see Namjoon, deep in thought, looking through stacks of paper on his desk and flicking a pen between his fingers.

Wow, my boyfriend's so hot when he's being all serious and professional.

CREAK

You open the door slowly as Namjoon moves his eyes up to look across his desk without moving his head.

"Who is it?" he calls, sounding far away in concentration.

"Sorry, did I bother you while you're in the middle of something?" you peek through the door's opening.

He immediately recognizes your voice, abandoning his work and snapping his head to look at you properly.

"Babe! Hey, what are you doing here?"

"Well, I just thought that it would be nice to bring you some food after taking such good care of me last night," you say in a shy, harmless voice, giving him a syrupy smile.

"Awww, that's really sweet; give me one second," he looks down to shuffle some papers around his desk.

You close the door behind you, slamming it with your foot and walking inside, throwing the food onto his desk carelessly, sitting across from him with your arms crossed.

"Who was that girl, the one at the desk, the pretty black-haired one? She seemed to know A LOT about you. Are you guys friends or something? It seems like you two are close, " you say accusingly, ignoring his last remark.

"That's my assistant, I told you," he says, still arranging papers.

"No, you said your assistant was Toby, so now you have two assistants?" you say in a rude tone, scoffing at the end of your sentence.

"That IS Toby," he looks up at you, forehead creased in confusion.

A look of shock rolls over your face, your arms dropping down to your sides.

Oh fuck. Toby is fully a girl, not a guy. I've gotta save myself. What should I do? A: apologize for accusing him of lying, B: blame him for not making himself more explicit on the note, or C: use sexual persuasion to get out of this.

I know what I must do.

You stand up from your seat and walk over to his side of the desk, swaying your hips as you go.

"Have I ever told you how sexy you look in a suit?" you say, voice dripping in molasses as you sit across his lap and tug on his tie.

"You thought Toby was a guy, didn't you?" he shoots you a knowing smile, amusement all over his face.

"No... Maybe... Don't focus on that right now. Focus on the fact that I want you to fuck me over this desk, how's that?"

"Really?" Namjoon's eyebrows raise into his hairline.

"Mhm," you reply, popping the buttons on your blouse, watching his eyes trail your fingers.

"What if we're caught?" Namjoon breathes out, though his eyes betray him, already hooded and lustful.

"Good." You say, leaning into him slowly, "I want everyone to know how well you fuck me."

Namjoon pulls you into him, your words setting him alight. He rubs his hand across your thigh and grips your ass, jiggling it in his hand. You tangle your hands into his hair, messing up the perfect gel job he had done and scratching your nails over his scalp. He parts from you to moan, and you take the opportunity to lean into his neck, kissing him down the side. You scratch your teeth against his sensitive areas and bite down a few times, soothing the mark with your tongue afterward. You point your tongue and lick a stripe over his Adam's apple, feeling the vibrations of his moan through his neck and onto your tongue.

You back away from him and smile deviously, running your hands down his body as you slink to your knees under his desk.

"Baby, w-what are you doing," he stutters out, already worked up completely.

"I'm going to suck you off right here. Kinda hot, no?" you smile innocently up at him, unbuckling his belt with ease and popping the button of his pants open.

"Damn. Okay." He responds, settling back into the chair and spreading his legs for you to sit comfortably in between.

You unzip the rest of his pants quickly, not wanting to waste any precious time. He lifts his hips as you push his pants and underwear down, crawling up to him and showcasing your breasts. You lean over his dick, gathering globs of saliva into your mouth before spitting over the tip, spreading it with your hands to wet his entire shaft. You wrap your hand properly around his dick, pumping up and down, setting a fast pace immediately. You remember to twist your hand how he likes it, watching his face for reactions. He is looking down at you, jaw clenched and eyebrows furrowed, trying to keep in the sounds of pleasure threatening to spill out of his mouth.

You lean up and give soft kitten licks around the tip, still pumping with one hand. He tangles his hand into your hair, pushing it away from your face so he can view you completely. You encapsulate the head with your mouth, only focusing on that part of him for a few moments. You suck him harshly, dipping your tongue into the hole on the tip repeatedly, giving him immense pleasure but enough for him to beg for more. You hear the grunts that settle in his throat and feel the hand on the back of your head twitching, wanting to push you down the rest of the way but too much of a gentleman to do so. You decide to give in to him, deciding you've punished him enough for now, and sink all the way down his cock, tracing his veins with your tongue and hollowing your cheeks for a tight fit. You find a steady rhythm, pumping him up and down when a knock on the door resounds throughout the office.

Namjoon doesn't have time to speak before the person enters, walking in with papers atop her arm. He quickly scrambles to pull himself closer to the desk, fixing his hair and wiping his brow.

"Namjoon, we really need to discuss the partnership project. This new investor is very important." Toby walks in, totally oblivious to what's happening under the desk, walking to stand across from it.

Namjoon answers in a strained voice, trying to sound put together, "Ah yes, just place them on the table over there, I'll look through them later."

Once you realize that it was Toby who walked through the door, your mind picks up, wanting to tease Namjoon a little bit. As he's midway through his response to her, you lick a strip up his shaft from the base, causing him to startle a little bit.

"Are you sure? I really think we should look through the proposal together," Toby asks, taking another step forward.

You continue to run your tongue all over him, leaning down to suck his balls softly, watching his knuckles turn white against the armrests of his chair as he clutches it.

"Nope, nope," Namjoon sticks his arm out, wanting to prevent her from coming any closer and catching a glimpse of what's happening under the desk, "I'm all good. Just set them over there."

He points to the table on the farthest side of the room, hoping she'll take the hint and get out of his office.

"Okay, I think I need to come back in a few hours to collect the data transcripts, though, so try and get them done if you can," she comments as she heads back towards the door.

As she does so, you stick your tongue under the sensitive part of his frenulum, placing one thumb on the hole of his tip so that all the pleasure is concentrated in one area, causing him to jump in his seat.

"Ah! I mean... Ah, okay, I'll do that," he says lamely, sweat starting to bead on his hairline.

"Okay... I'll stop by later," Toby gives him a perplexed look as she exits the room, looking at him as if he's gone completely insane.

The second the door closes fully, Namjoon pulls up his pants and runs to lock the door, closing the screen for the window too. He returns to his seat and scoops you up off the floor by your armpits, bringing you onto his lap.

"You are so bad." He grins at you, putting one hand on your cheek.

You smirk back up at him, proud of making him lose control, even if just for a second.

He grabs your chin harshly and pulls your face closer to his.

"But bad girls get punished, don't they?" the smile on his face drops, replaced by something much more sinister. "Are you going to be a good girl for me?"

Your core pulses in anticipation, loving the way he threatens you. You push your chest into his and lean towards his neck. You whisper a small and insincere "yes" into his ear, pulling back and giving him a sinister smile of your own.

He wraps his hands around your legs and picks you up harshly, walking you to the other side of his desk. He sweeps one hand across his desk, scattering papers and knocking over a jar of pens to make room to place you down. He sits you on the edge and reaches for the button of your jeans immediately, wasting no time in his pursuit to fuck you senseless. He rips the pants down your legs and settles in between them, tugging your bra cups down to reveal your tits, planting light bites across each one, gripping the soft flesh in his hand, and kneading it harshly. You moan and arch your back into him, wrapping your legs around his middle and using your heels to push him in. He breaks away from your tits, moving his focus down to your clothed core. He immediately pushes your underwear to the side and pushes two fingers inside you, your wetness helping him with the glide. He slams his fingers into you harshly, the few bracelets that adorn his wrist jingling with the force of his arm. You grab his bicep and cry out loudly, unable to keep your pleasure inside. When the volume of your voice increases, he stuffs two of his fingers into your mouth, using them to muffle your sounds. As his speed increases, so does your need for release. The end is so close. You start clenching his arm harder and squeezing your eyes closed, only needing a few more pumps to push you over the edge when he pulls out completely.

"Bad girls don't get to cum right away, do they?"

You whimpered at the punishment, knocking your head against his chest and panting heavily. You snake your arm between your bodies and stick two fingers inside you, attempting to finish off yourself, but he grabs both of your wrists and pins them behind your back.

"And good girls don't touch themselves," he growls as he takes himself out of his pants and back into his hand, pumping himself, preparing to line up with your entrance. You twist and squirm in his hands, wanting to find any way to give yourself pleasure, to no avail.

"Please give it to me, Namjoon. I'll be a good girl, I promise." You plead with him, looking up at him and begging for his cock.

"Fine, but be careful what you wish for," Namjoon says as he pushes himself into you harshly, fucking into you wildly right off the bat. You scream out at the feeling, your hips bucking against him to meet each thrust, chest heaving. He keeps your hands pinned behind your back with one hand, and the other squeezes the edge of your ass harshly, his grip strong enough to leave imprints of his fingertips as bruises. The pain and pleasure combined are so intense, and with your orgasm already so close, the end threatens itself again. You're moaning wildly, insides starting to clench around him when he pulls out of you again.

"No!" You exclaim, beginning to feel tears prick in your eyes. "I was so close," You thrash in his hands, trying to free his hand from around both of yours.

"I'm punishing you," Namjoon says, cocking an eyebrow, "didn't you agree that you needed to be punished?"

You don't answer, and he doesn't wait for one as he releases your arms and pushes your torso down, yanking your legs closer to him so that you lay across the desk, your ass held up by his hands. He moves back into you and regains his tempo, though this time slightly sloppier, signaling that it won't take much for him to reach his end. You clench around him as he thrusts into you, wanting to speed him up as your peak creeps nearer once again. You moan out, only needing a few more thrusts to finish completely, when you sit up and clutch his shoulders with your hands, trying to prevent him from pulling away again. You are successful, and when you finally cum, the pleasure renders you speechless, only able to open your mouth in a silent moan and tremble around him, nails leaving indents on his shoulders. The moment you come down, he leaves you no time to rest before pulling out of you and frantically asking you to kneel down and open your mouth. You do as he says, and the timing of his orgasm is impeccable, his cum shooting down at you the moment you open your mouth. You let all of it land on your tongue, leaving it there for him to admire before closing your mouth and swallowing it all, sticking your tongue back out to show him the evidence. You bring yourself back up to your feet and pull your underwear back on properly, and he wraps his arms around your shoulders to gather you into a hug. He rubs his hands up and down your back for a few moments, the both of you basking in the afterglow and the thrill of the whole experience. He keeps his arms wrapped around you as he speaks,

"I'm sorry if that was too much. I got a little carried away," he says into your shoulder, almost hiding his face as if he were embarrassed.

"No, don't be sorry," you pull away from him to look into his eyes, "I loved it. You were so good." You smile and place a kiss on his lips. You walk around to the back of the desk and reclaim your clothes, sitting on his lap in his office chair when he pats it and opens his arms.

"Let's eat together," he says as he unpacks the food you brought him, feeding himself and you during meaningless conversation.

"Toby totally knew we were doing something," He groans, food still in his mouth. "I'm so embarrassed."

"Well, you weren't exactly subtle," you laugh at him as he slaps your thigh playfully.

"And whose fault was that?" he laughs along with you.

"Maybe you need to punish me again," you tease him, poking your finger into one of his dimples.

"Very funny. But I actually need to get stuff done now."

You get up as he speaks, gathering your purse and phone.

"I love you," you call out as you open the door.

"I love you too," he responds, fixing the papers strewn all over his desk.

You smile and close the door, humming happily to yourself as you walk down the hallway and ride down the elevator.

He really loves me. 

[rawliverandcigarettes]

For the fanfic director's commentary, I'd love to hear your thought process behind Anetha—especially (if you're willing to share) hints about her side of the story post–Chapter 8 of Halfway Home. If that's too spoilery or involved, more general rambles about Chapter 8 would be cool as well!

Hey thank you so very much for the ask!! I'm super sorry about the time it took me to get to it!!

Actually, I kind of wanted to have Chapter 17 out so I could dive deeper into her psychology without revealing anything about her attitude towards The Event and without spoiling anyone. But now it’s done, it’s here, it’s messy: I think we have enough pieces to start unraveling what’s going on in her brain.

That being said, spoilers for Halfway Home below for those who may dabble --and beyond the plot spoilers: I think that if you want to keep your opinion on Anetha neutral, or decide for yourself first by reading the whole thing and then potentially coming back, it might be a wise thing to do so because we're truly vivisecting my girl in the reply.

(edit post me writing the answer to the ask: WOW I rambled like CRAZY, so also beware that I do ramble like crazy oops)

So Anetha… Honestly kind of appeared in the story as I was drafting it?

The very very first draft that I ever did, that was actually in French (!), initially only explored Rhanda and Shandri (and Rhanda and Nagatha used to be the same person too), and Anetha was added compulsively because I felt like there was a giant room for conflict begging for someone to take up that space and act a little cooler and more rebellious than the rest of the cast, and that Shlee needed that sort of energy in his life (though the stakes were much lower at the time –or rather, they were as bad, but I had yet to understand just *how bad*). I think that, partially because she erupted into the story rather than being carefully placed there, she was the first character to click for me and the rare beta-readers at the time. Her motivations and psychology didn’t really change since 2017, I merely streamlined them over the course of the drafts –the scenes with Anetha in the spotlight may hold the prize for highest percentage of scenes that barely changed since draft 1 actually!

In the first draft, the breaking point between Shlee and Anetha used to happen in much more defused way. The moment when they were separated was extremely different: chapter 8 used to have a much more traditional Mass Effect flair and involved an attack by batarian slavers, fucking Jondum Bau was there (fun fact: Accano used to be Jondum Bau for a very long time –Accano is actually the conglomerate of two different turian characters that were both scrapped, Jondum Bau and Mordin Solus that were all squished into the blackpink icon that we know and love the slightly unnerving STG agent with a Mission TM), and Shlee was forcefully separated from Anetha during the attack.

Then, it was while Shlee tried to contact her from Omega that the first seeds of doubt about her intentions were planted, especially since the story used to have one of Anetha’s exes showing up and trashtalking the hell out of what she was like as a girlfriend, forcing Shlee to see his sister from an outside perspective for the first time (I still kept her setup in Chapter 3 because I think it still reveals some of these dysfunctions and they're interesting as a pattern). Then, there was the “hey” scene, that cemented the fact that Shlee kind of hated her guts now.

Beyond the fact that I made strides to make the story punchier and more compact by dropping a lot of storylines, and this could be condensed significantly while making my point clearer (deepening not widening etc), I decided that dropping the attack for something that was much more… mundane, in a way, helped to reveal an uglier interior facet of Anetha’s brain –though one that I, sadly, believe to be much more relatable than it may seem at first glance.

(I mean, traveling semi-illegally via a spaceship that side-hustles by smuggling batarian refugees from point A to point B and then being caught by border control is not exactly a regular or normal occurrence, but it could have just been a weird anecdotal bleep on their journey if Shlee didn’t brutally discover that he has much more in common with these batarians than his sister through his absence of administrative existence and being, therefore, inherently illegal).

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So I’m going to be relatively vague with the details since Anetha will be dissected further both in The Empire of Preys (though not a lot since she was younger and kind of existing in the background) and Override (where she will be a PoV character yaaay I’m excited for thaat), but to keep it simple: Anetha’s circumstances were already messy as hell before Shlee even showed up.

This is all hinted at in Chapter 8, but I do get into deeper details here, so… vague spoilers? I don’t think they are, but I do expose the events from her perspective, which I didn’t really do before so beware!

The relationship of her birth mother Priin and Rhanda was very complicated (and not even because of Rhanda!! wow), forcing Anetha to build up huge emotional walls to protect herself from her mother’s wild strides in the mental health department since she was a child, culminating in the moment where she had to take care of a SA emergency all by herself –leading to Rhanda taking the ONE (1) good responsible decision of her life and breaking up with Priin, which unfortunately led her to become unstable and distant and then pushed her to the breaking point when Priin ended up taking her own life years later, even though they had not spoken in years.

So Anetha was holed up to her aunt (not yet a bajillionaire at the time) and her weird human boyfriend while the only parent she had left went to fuck off somewhere to avoid exploding in front of her daughter and making the damage even worse. Anetha hated that move, feeling abandoned and burdensome and reacting by becoming as spiteful as she could towards her Dad, especially when said Dad returned with a small child and another failed relationship, a child she also dumped on her lap to go work on Illium soon after (this moment is much more complicated than this, Anetha understood what she wanted to understand, but TEoP is a lot about that exact moment so I'll keep it vague for now).

And then, just a few years later…… Rhanda returns, pale as a ghost, wrecked with something she will not speak about, only for Anetha to discover that her Dad has a literal stolen child stored in the trunk of their car, then transfered to the bedroom of the apartment they all share.

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Anetha’s aloofness is a survival strategy. It is basically all she has to defend herself from the people in her life, who should know better yet do not, consuming themselves in extreme behaviors at the slightest opportunity (Priin being Priin, Rhanda being Rhanda, even Nagatha deciding to Uno Reverse the free marketplace and becoming a kingpin for the Great Kapital qualifies I think –I could talk for hours about the two T'selvi sisters and how they mirror each other but that’s what TEoP is for so I will calm down and focus on the ask sorryyy). There’s a reason why Edwood, of all people, is probably the best influence in her life (shoutout to Edwood for being the only normal, not-unhinged person in this entire clusterfuck) and why she took after him so much.

I think what’s complicated with her, is that while she’s developing this whole rebellious, no-strings-attached, too-cool-for-you persona to master her emotions and avoid hurt at all cost (especially anything tied to abandonment and grief), she’s also constantly put in situations that demand her to be responsible: beyond her upbringing, she was effectively the adult in both Shandri and Shlee’s life for a good chunk of it, as Rhanda was unable to provide the basic necessities of safety and care more often than not. Not to mention: she knows full well her family is doing serious criminal things that nobody bothers explaining to her, and she must shoulder the burden of being put in constant danger for reasons she can’t begin to fathom. Every time she tries to grasp some normalcy in her life, the people who are meant to protect her put everything in disarray, and then demand her to be mature and practical and unflinching as if that’s, like, a reasonable thing to ask of a teenager forced to brace through the notion that everyone she loves is being tracked down by government officials. Even something as simple as her last name, she’s asked to abandon.

So THEN comes Shlee, and this makes everything so much more complicated for her.

Shlee is the literal representation of everything going wrong in her life: a growing organism forcefully brought in from outside; alien, diseased, destroying every safety net she may have built for herself, soaking up Rhanda’s attention as well as being the direct reason her Dad became the most deranged version of herself to date, something that may drop dead if not cared for correctly, and worst of all –something that demands that she acts as an example for his own growth, forcing her into a caretaker role whether she wants to or not through imprinting.

And he will die in like 30-40 years, which, fucking great, that's like in five years for her, and so the last thing she wants to deal with emotionally on top of everything else. So this is why she refuses to engage with him for such a long time: it’s too messed up on too many levels, and she wants to preserve herself from the general madness (understandable honestly).

During the first brush with Accano, Anetha basically has the exact same thought process that would come back to haunt her in that fateful chapter 8: Accano represents the authority of the state. The STG agent may be a maniac that will destroy her and everybody else, or he may be normalcy and order offering her a way out a situation that is getting more and more out of control. Maybe Rhanda did kidnap a salarian child in a crazed frenzy, and the best course of action would be to reunite him with his people.

And what a relief that would be.

So of course, that doesn’t happen and then Shlee starts becoming an actual person in her eyes, one she has to spend time with and care for; in so many words, a new constant in her life. There’s the component of being won over in spite of herself as he becomes sharper, wittier and a partner in their survival and co-raising of Shandri, aaaand of course there’s the other component of Shlee being her only concrete way to get back to Rhanda in any significant way.

She does want to help Shlee become his own person, like Edwood helped her once; her behavior is not manipulative on purpose, but her subconscious also sees this opportunity to take back control over the narrative by overpowering Rhanda’s influence over Shlee’s life and becoming his new reference point, his new everything, in no small part for the spiteful pleasure of ripping the last shreds of stability her Dad still has after being forced to survive her whims for so long. She really wants to sweep Shlee away and save him from Rhanda, preserve him from the unbearable fate of rotting by her side, but Anetha also wants to know that for once in her life, she won’t be the one to mend the pieces of what once was.

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So OKAY now we’re here (sorry this has basically turned into a short story length-wise, I think this is a result of concentrated blorbo frustration of not being able to talk about them with that level of details accumulating over 7 years; expect the same kind of outbursts once I am allowed to talk about Nagatha, or Jurlan, or even Rhanda in greater details 😭).

Chapter 8. The Citadel Border Control has her brother pinned down as everything he technically is: someone that will inherently destroy her life through the simple fact that he exists. At this point, Anetha’s brain is overridden with the refusal to be shoved back into Rhanda’s crimes kicking and screaming. She’s livid. She feels trapped and overwhelmed, and she’s been training her emotions to initiate shut down upon meeting a critical point of fear, powerlessness and general absence of safety. Empathy is the first thing to go when it comes to protecting herself. Maybe, if Shlee didn’t take the snap decision of running away, she might have calmed down and figured things out with him in a detention cell somewhere, but both of them are basically as emotionally triggered as it gets, and so Anetha shuts down while Shlee panics and makes a drastic decision to not trust her and save himself.

And Anetha does not take kindly to being abandoned and left to puddle in Shlee and Rhanda’s mess Yet Again.

There’s other reasons why she doesn’t reply to his texts to begin with –having to deal with Citadel Border Patrol to begin with, and then more that will be explored in Override. But in essence, once she’s let out, Anetha is pretty much… free. Free to figure herself out without the pressure of her insane family getting in the way (oh no does that sound like someone else we know having a similar character arc somewhere else surely not, a foil in my fanfiction it's more likely than you think etc).

Of course, there’s that pesky guilt and her complete refusal to handle grief in any way, and that feeling does linger, and so her willingness to handle the situation upfront is very much hindered by this (beyond the practical reasons why she might not be able to help). The whole “hey”/”hey” fiasco really does nothing for either for them (I think it was the best she could do and the most she was willing to leave herself open, and Shlee shutting that down meant every single one of her walls was back up and reinforced). The passive-aggressive nature of their conversations through bank expenses made mostly off her own paycheck is also a very bad way to communicate, and most of what Anetha sees for a year are receipts for ridiculously expensive cocktails and cheap bomb shots from Afterlife. Doesn’t really help our frog’s case as far as she’s concerned (even though she does realize it’s probably a bad sign and probably her fault that a shy nerd like him would be taking that hard of a plunge towards alcoholism, regardless of the reasons why –but she’s also pretty much there herself sooo not the best at recognizing the pattern).

Also she’s having mercenary times and they are Bad Times. Doesn’t help with the whole numbness/detachment problem either.

Speaking of Eclipse: the whole mercenary thing comes from that urge of trying to reconcile her desire to be independent and freed of responsibilities with that yearning for safety in a world where she’s always yeeted out of what is normal and safe without her consent anyway, starting with the fact that she’s pureblood and inherently looked as wrong –and just the general romanticizing of herself as a stone-cold badass as a way to one-up Rhanda on her own field, aaaand maybe a little bit a way to feel closer to her/make her react, because to be frank a lot of Anetha’s bullshit is about wanting Rhanda to react to said bullshit and act like a responsible parent, and be there, and not abandon her/de-prioritize her constantly, and be a source of stability rather than an endless distress generator.

(the seed being planted by the mercenaries hired by Nagatha at one of the most stressful points of her life is actually a rather late addition, but I think it works!)

But yeah, Anetha has SO MANY similarities with Rhanda it’s both hilarious and pretty tragic, but I’m really discovering how badly that's the case while working on The Empire of Preys, and… yeah. Generational Trauma. It’s a thing.

To conclude my ridiculously long answer to your ask: I’m sorry I spewed an entire essay about Anetha’s brain, but also I’m so happy you gave me an opportunity to pry her open for everybody to see the gunk there. Honestly a good half of the joy of getting other eyes than mine on Halfway Home is to watch them grapple with their emotions towards Anetha, as she can make herself so easy to love, and then immediately sooo hard to love. But I do love her (but I’m biased since I love literally every character except maybe… like one and a half? fuck içalec all my homies hate içalec), and so I’m really happy you were kind enough to encourage me to deepdive into her edgy brain!!!

[thegeminisage]

its DUNGEON TIME!!! finally. i didnt do this yesterday bc i was wiped and i didnt wanna teleport away with poor riju...i have no idea if she'll leave or get stuck there or what

this one looks really complicated...but i'm gonna see how far i can get w/o a guide

omg when you go up on your glider riju is like...i'll leave that area to you link! she can't fly 😭

i see mirrors up here but no light source.......MAN the nostalgia im having rn. this is so much like oot

FOUND IT....

omg wait this construct fused a mirror to its shield...mirror shield...WAHHH

oh that took me STUPIDLY long to figure out but i love that i didn't have to look it up (stopping the wheel with the stake)

apparently i can ascend into the final floor but i really don't wanna do that by myself lol

omg lol there was a hive in this room that also had constructs...they fought each other!! i kept waiting for the read to like Jump the construct but it just swung at it. do they truly not do that in this game.........

oops i accidentally warped outside of the temple with ascension...i gotta be more careful lol. quick warp back but the enemies respawned, no blood moon needed

also the puzzle reset itself :/

got the last one! i only wound up looking at a guide for one, but i accidentally read how to do another first, and then the one i was looking for i also discovered how to do while i was doing that one. so all in all a success

eugh i'm scaaared i dont wanna fight a giant BUG!!!

for once im low on food too. im gonna get my ass beat lol

NOOOOO the first half was fine but now shes SUMMONING REDEADS.....................

im not gonna get jumped im not gonna get jumped im NOT gonna get jumped!!!!!!!!!!!

THIS IS SO SCARY FUCK FUCK FUCK I KEEP SHOOTING THEM FROM ONLY INCHES AWAY THEY ARE SO FAST

IM NOT!!! GONNA GET JUMPED!!!!!!!!!

BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CAN'T GET ME IN THE LIGHT

elated. wow. that was so close. im never leaving this little column of light again

rip i have to. but. don't wanna.

GOT all the hives without getting jumped

GOT HER ASS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! you CANNOT fuck me i am UNFUCKABLE im not getting jumped today tomorrow next year FUCK off

sorry to riju but her ancestor is HOT. ok im taking this seriously

wait. i just realized these expository cutscenes use the sacred realm melody from oot for just a few notes. AAAAAAAAAAAAA that makes me INSAAAAAANE

"he was our chief before he became obsessed with power and changed" HAUGH........good guy ganondorf....................im making him real in my mind palace

wait sorry hold on. im pausing this cutscene again. i was spoiled that the fifth sage was a construct. which i thot was lame cuz it shoulda been a sheikah. but im looking at this image of them - four sages with helmets, one each for rito zora goron and gerudo - then a hylian, zelda - and then a ZONAI, mineru......that makes six! just like oot! and rauru as the leader/seventh sage, like zelda in oot...two hylians in oot and two zonai in totk...THERE ARE SEVEN OF THEM. what if MINERU gets put inside the construct!!! because didn't zelda put her soul in that purah pad or whatever!!!!!! oh my god.........if this turns out to be the case i think i've earned that bingo square. it wouldn't be true to the letter but true in spirit. i've earned that!!!

damn...they way both this ancestor and urbosa feel it's Personal w ganondorf bc he is also gerudo...he's literally staining their good name...

WAAHHHH riju going "my responsibilities as a leader, as a sage, AND fighting alongside you............sounds like fun >:)" she is TOO YOUNG...so much responsibility...wah

omg you can just walk around here now? without crossdressing? did they chicken out of a crossdressing plot in this game...............smh nintendo. i know it wasn't perfectly executed in the first game but they could have just tried again

FINALLY here is mattison...idk why i couldn't find her before the shroud lifted!!!

ok, i gotta take a break and do Chores, i'll figure out what i'm doing next later!!!

[engagemythrusters]

okay. ahsoka ep 3.

i already know jacen is in this bc i got SPOILED but let me tell you im gonna still be shocked anyway skldjflkd

k here we go

These introductions are pointless. Like we saw the last ep last week. If we forgot we can just look it up.

OH WOW she’s hot

“Not bad but not good” WOW HUYANG. Oh wow this guys comin for Sabines whole LIFE here damn

Um ig Ahsoka forgot that Mandalorians can hold their own against jedi just damn fine? Sabine once beat KANAN

Ahsoka: okay time to pretend to be Kanan

UH OKAY. UM. “I can’t see how am I supposed to fight” WAS A STUPID LINE TO GIVE TO SABINE WREN, THE WOMAN RAISED BY KANAN JARRUS, A NOTABLE BLIND JEDI

God can you imagine being stupid enough to give that line to her? Did filoni or Favreau write that line? Sounds on par with how idiotic those two dipshits are. Like that is so stupid. Who is that STUPID.

That’s like an anti-Kanan reference. That’s fucking Kanan retconning.

God I’m so MAD.

Honest to god I’m kinda glad this is only 30 mins long this time. I’m fucjing mad.

She fights like Sabine though. I love this actress for her. She’s doing Sabine so well. Thank you <3

Nyooooom

is mON MOT—SHE IS

Hooray chancellor mothma

JACEN!!!!!

I mean in name only so far but still. My lil snow pea boy

“Causing trouble with chopper” I’m so glad that droid is giving the galaxy hell with multiple generations of syndullas. Here’s to chopper outliving us all

HEY SHUT UP ABOUT HRR FINDING HER SON

She should be allowed to find her son the war hero at any costs

GET HIS ASS

“People who were like family to me” okay uh so that’s a workaround for saying Kanan? But Kanan wasn’t even killed by

JACEN

“Aunt” WHAT

She’s his SISTER

He looks a little like Kanan would have looked. AND NOTHING LIKE HERA (enter usual rant about PISS POOR CHARACTER DESIGN)

Also like. He wants to be a jedi 😭

LIKE HIS FATHER BEFORE HIM 😭

God that look. She’s thinking of Kanan 😭😭😭

“Everyone could be a jedi” is the STUPIDEST TAKE

God i hate this fucking show

And I fucking hate filoni and Favreau so. Fuckingn. Much.

Huyang does NOT like Sabine

And he’s right about jedi and force wielders

She’s so cute I love u Sabeeen <3

T-6 shuttle shot

I love u T-6 shuttles

Wow those are fuckin… old ass ships. Clone war era.

I mean T-6 is even older but I love it so. I do not care.

Also hang on rewind a sec to the “few mandalorians have ever been jedi” okay how do you KNOW that. The two of you have been at odds so much for so long that I’m sure millions went by unnoticed by the jedi

Downgraded from Spheres In Space to fucking Circle In Space 🙄

I love Huyang he’s a bitch

Oh T-6 shuttle they’re really in it now

Oop floaty in space

Huyang out for the count again xoxo

Shin Hati is such a little shit and I ADORE her

She space-suited up in 3 seconds or some shit. God I hate sci fi.

Get yourself ahsoka you’re the dumbass who chose to stand outside

Shin Hati 👁 👁 fr

Oh

My

God

P U R R G I L

Ezra are u there?! 😭😭😭😭

okay after the initial AAAA umm yeah I’m thoroughly disappointed

The purrgil looked so BEAUTIFUL in design and colour and pattern in Rebels… only to be Giant Grey Things in this show?

God I fucking HATE this show.

Anyway half this episode is literally just space fighting. That’s so stupid.

I do like tbis planet. It’s dull and drab like everything else this show has done BUT at least the aesthetic of this one is meant to be dark and drab and dull

Anyway can they go back and follow the fucking purrgil yet

Mr Inquisitor I kind of hope you’re someone cool we already know. That’s a cool trope that I want to see in canon. If not that’s okay I want a cool inquisitor anyway.

So they’re meant to pick up thrawns ship? Like the way Jedi ships used to—

The way DT says purrgil has shocked me to near silence

That’s so funny it’s great and hard in his voice

So yeah that was stupid and awful and it’s good that was only 30 mins of disappointment rather than fucking 50 or whatever

Still love the vibes of this outtro tho. Wish the rest of the show was this cool.

now we just need -rex - ezra - direct kanan mention (like NAMED)

[chidoroki]

Hell’s Paradise EP5

aka: don’t doubt the women

Ah, so Sagiri really did fall ill to those butterflies. She looks real pretty with her hair down though.

There’s gotta be people who live on this island with all those sculptures everywhere. It’s probably that group of people from the OP.

“They’re like malformed gods. Both the island and monsters are like that. They’re terrifying, but they’re also stupid.” That’s one way of putting it.

Oh wow, that’s quite the slasher smile Gabimaru has when he’s talking about the elixir being real.

Can everyone stop doubting Sagiri?? I know she’s got her own issue going on in her head that are preventing her from acting accordingly but the girl is doing her best despite everything!

“You’re clearly not strong enough for this island. It’s beyond your limits as a woman.” Oh kindly fuck off Genji.

Oh! We finally get to see Tenza! And he’s.. trying to escape with Nurugai?  Not fond of the insane island huh?

Yeeaahh, when you encounter a creepy shipwreck graveyard like that, I think it’s best to turn around.

Wait, Nurugai was trying to help these samurai and in turn they killed all the other villagers? What douchebags.

Oh nooo! That Kisho dude became a flower pot. Damn, he was pretty.

Tenza is such a good boy for protecting Nurugai while he makes up his mind about life or death.

I love they we’re learning the backstories of so many characters already.. it’s just gonna hurt twice and much if and whenever they die, ahhaa..

“The currents in this area probably all flow back to the island.” Of course this reminds me of Mirage Island.

Okay, yeah… Tenza is real handsome. Hello sir. You’re gonna give Chobei some competition for me.

OHHH Nurugai is a girl, oops. Sorry sweetie. I literally said couple episodes ago she gave me Dororo vibes too.. no wonder.

“I’ve fallen for your chivalry. Once we make it back safely, let’s get married.” Girl saammee! Tenza is precious.

“The insects’ poison acted quickly because of the wound I gave you, right? So I thought I’d, um.. and I owe you a favor..” Aw Gabimaru, he does care.

That’s such a calm smile he’s sporting too.

“If I live as a daughter of Neck-Chopper Asa, I’m scorned by outsiders. If I live as a warrior of the Yamada Clan, I’m shunned by my family.” That’s certainly not an easy choice to live with.

I had a feeling Genji was gonna attack her but our girl was quick on her feet and anticipated it as well! Nice!

Oh shit, that giant criminal came outta nowhere (somehow??) and killed Genji with one hit. Sagiri, honey, you better run.

[m1ckeyb3rry]

Oh wait I’ll check on the Noel noa color thing but also FRENCH FLAG LMFAOOOOOO im crying that’s too funny to me you should just use that regardless of character color Edit: ok yeah no character color specification so FRENCH FLAG IT IS

LMAOO otoya fr would be tweaking “you like the fucking donkey suit more than my sheen costume???”

SHSHSH welp either way character development yk!!! HAVE FUNNNNN but yess I’ve got some halloweekend plans to go out with some friends!! Our group decided on the power rangers LOL so we’ll be doing that I can’t say I can see myself having an event that’s on Mira lore levels but very excited anyways LMAO

True…at least the additional times are popping off….anyways….

Trueee the art style has changed so much LOL plus now that barous more established as Isagis rival im sure they’ll yassify him

I agree especially in the manga lately the eyes are getting huge LMAOO but relatively they are larger but not to a point where I really noticed or let it bother me tbh I think ops eye style is weird but whatever I guess

LMAOAOAOA atp we’re gonna cycle through all the other characters and get converted after their miraverse debuts bllks just gotta trust the process and let Shidou find their soulmates with his antennae LMAOOOO

YES THAT LITERALLY WHAT HAPPENED LMFAOOOOO to date you’re still the only one I ever sent something too either because some people had requests closed or I just wasn’t feeling like I had the balls for it at the moment oops but yeah anyways I haven’t seen AS many Karasu cameos recently but maybe if I find a good one I’ll try another but real glad we’re staying strong!! Also real x2 familial/platonic Barou is SOOO GOOD I LOVE pursuit Barou unironically maybe my fav version wait ikwym though I think I’m the same where I wouldn’t actively wish for Barou to be the male lead and get the romantic plot but Karasu on the other hand…so real for otoya though he’s definitely grown a LOT on me too!! WAITTT OTOYA PURSUIT VERSION??? No way…I would’ve never imagined it being for otoya at first that’s crazy but this is where the side stories/spin offs have their time to shine LMAOO nagi main and then side story branches problem solved but yeah swerving is a struggle because at the same time I feel like having the side characters all be opps would make it less enjoyable too if you just hated the rest of the cast LMFAO

Omg our 1/3 year anniversary?!?! Wow wait I can’t believe it’s been that long this is crazy but YES spread the closeted loser otoya agenda!!! Maybe we’ll get less cheater fics of him because of bfb!!! OH YEAH that giant rec post LOL I did giggle reading seabird though the banter and mini beef was really funny no fr if sae was like that I could see myself converting but alas

The perfect balance between meme and hot edit >>> careless whisper unironically one of my fav audios at this point third selection/u20 yuki in my head forever and always also speaking of the way he’s still benched in the manga….

- Karasu anon

LMAOOO CAN YOU IMAGINE I DID A GRADIENT WITH THE FRENCH FLAG TOO 😭😭😭 idt ibispaintx lets you do that with the free version but it would be hilarious 😫 anyways i always forget noa is french for some reason HAHA maybe because he coaches bm which is a german club OKFJDJD but yeah we may have to go with french flag blue then (or maybe a color will drop by the time i get to that req)

HELPP IMAGINE OTOYA IS SEXY SHREK (somehow) and this is karasu:

the entire time his expression is just like 😒😒😒 because he did NOT want to be the donkey but it was that or lord farquaad but that would’ve entailed having to pretend to be shorter than otoya the whole night and he couldn’t handle that (i’d still take him dressed like that ngl)

POWER RANGERS IS SO CUTE I HOPE YOU HAD FUN!! and that you stayed safe and nothing too crazy happened LFJDJS

the art style has improved sm it’s so crazy to look back at the earlier chapters of the manga and see the difference in all of the characters especially barou nagi and isagi!! those three look the most improved i think LDJDJS but fr the additional times have been slaying they’re my fav parts of the episodes

HELPPP not us turning every bllk opp into wingmen 😭😭😭 tbf shidou was never really an opp though he was just irrelevant kinda like aiku so ig the promotion makes sense 🧐 but so true who’s next…wingman chigiri or smth…chigiri set me up with nagi PLEASE

OADJSHSN FEELING HONORED can’t believe i was your first/only request 🙏🏻 i haven’t been seeing much karasu either (not that i really read fics though) i think that means i need to get back to work 😓 you know what they say if you want to read it you have to write it ☝🏻 but yeah barou and yukimiya are kinda in the same boat for me where i really like both but i wouldn’t SWERVE for them unless the dynamic with them is more compelling than the main lead’s dynamic

YUP pursuit was originally meant to be for otoya that’s why he’s also a ninja in it!! kinda like hollyhock lol it actually predates hollyhock too i came up with the idea for it in the beginnings of the miraeita era so that explains it but yeah it’s crazy to think about how different the story would’ve been if it had been for him…i feel like a lot of very iconic plot lines wouldn’t have been as good with otoya sadly LMAO like the aegislash arc just wouldn’t fit otoya as well as it does nagi sadly 😭 and agreed that’s the thing with writing opps as side characters is i just don’t care abt them so either i’ll be annoyed OR i’ll convert and they won’t be opps anymore

I KNOWWW IT’S CRAZY you sent the req for fwtkac at some point in early june so if you count that then it’s been like five months but if you go by when i actually posted fwtkac in like mid-late june it’s been about four months either way it’s insane KDHDSHA but yeah seabird made the rec post so it got a boost from that ig…ngl i’ve never really been able to figure out why some stories do/don’t get notes because the one shots i think are silly goofy dumb get way more traction than my more serious works 🤷🏻‍♀️ but i also don’t really care that much about notes so it doesn’t bother me it’s just curious 😭 as long as i get one or two people telling me they like a given story i’m happy with it HAHA maybe i can say that as someone who’s blown up on wattpad and ao3 already but I actually had less fun with my writing when i had more readers than less so i’m not the kind of person that really craves getting readers or anything like that…like whenever i see those posts complaining about how those blurb posts/two sentence headcanons get 10x as many notes as well written stories i’m just like eh because it’s true and i do find those fics annoying but at the end of the day what people choose to like/rb doesn’t change the quality of what i’m writing any yk 🤔 i know my stuff is pretty decent so why would i waste my energy complaining about not getting enough recognition when i could just be happy with what i DO get (plus i write for fun and just happen to share it because i can not because i write for validation so there’s no reason to stress)

LMAOOO IF CANON SAE WAS LIKE SEABIRD SAE I’D FR LOVE HIM to be fair i think it’s just that we never get to see him through any lens but rin’s pov so it’s always the most emo version of him HAHAH because tbf i don’t think any character could’ve pulled off seabird the way he did yk so it must be somewhat in character 😰 at least we can hope so

memes aside careless whisper is lowkey a really good song LRJDJSSN but yeah yukimiya truly one of the men of all time…kaneshiro bring him back 😢 GET HIM OFF THE BENCH ASAP

[skinni-girls-eat-books]

Saturday, January 27th, 2024!

9:09am feeling good just wanted to check in!! Slept pretty well, got 9hrs! My body keeps naturally waking up around 6/7ish but it's like why am I waking up I feel like crap? It's like my body is randomly waking up in the middle of a sleep cycle. I wonder if I am having bad dreams and just not remembering them? I never remember any of my dreams ever, like maybe twice a year. Hmmm.

Positive note! I have off today and will be attempting to go to gasparilla! I say attempting bc it can definitely be anxiety inducing after what happened last year! It was rough. But I AM RECLAIMING GASPARILLA!! It is not his or my mom's to taint/ ruin/ or color in a negative or awkward light. It is my day to paint in positive, jovial, celebratory light! It's a pirate throwdown! We all know this is the type of event where people get too drunk and get angry and start pissing contests with each other, but it's hard to do that when you're with the best company (yourself!!) Just get buzzed, not sloppy drunk, and enjoy not being at work!! I really want to adopt this attitude for all of my time off lol.

Really, the only thing I would gain from bringing people to this event is like picture opportunities? Or a DD? But I don't even want to get drunk enough to need a DD so that's not the objective at all. Safety? Truly, I have never felt unsafe doing things alone (but surrounded by hundreds of ppl like come on). Someone to hold hands/ hug if they were a partner? ...... Awkward what if they're trying to bang on the Porto potty when all I wanna do is catch beads fr bc I could totally see some shit like that happening and pissing me off. I don't like having to coordinate my ideas/ timeline/ mindset with another person or people. Guys are horndogs and high-key suck ass, wanting to leave early, just to go home and do shit nothing and the same shit they do every other day!! Relationships and friendships are work and I have enough on my plate fr. All this to say, don't be sad you're going alone! Be happy that you're going! It's the same as any other giant thing you've been to! If you see someone you know, say hi and treat them how you would want to be treated! Ask if they're being safe, have they had any water, are they having a good time, and keep it light! Or you may see nobody you know and this is 100% more likely so just go with the flow! ❤️

10:08am oops haven't moved from the couch but that is ok :) I fucking love the positivity of Tumblr it's like literally endless stream of good advice and kindness like woah. SC is toxic AF, FB is a pretty bad wormhole, and reddit can be too much like seeing similar stories but almost never following through with solutions?? Tumblr at least seems like they know how to fix their issues lol this is probably a weird rant. Also glad I got rid of IG and TT I don't miss that weird shit. Very random rant over.

I think something I am having trouble with is that so many individual instances of my pain were just swept under the rug and forgotten about by everyone else? Nobody understands all the things that built up my resentment because to everyone else they just seem like unrelated events? Like what does his brother have to do with the dog have to do with all of the other things that constantly are brought up in my mind? They were all invasions of my privacy, inability to feel comfortable in my own apartment. It feels like a crime scene in here still sometimes, not all the time, but a lot of the time? My own apartment feels abused idk if that makes any sense like this apartment feels as resilient as I do, it's seen some weird shit. I love my cats if it wasn't for them, I would feel much worse.

10:37am I am having huge problems with unwanted thoughts they are incessant and from waking up to going to sleep. Going on tumblr is a good brain distraction but I want to just be able to sit with myself or drive or do mundane tasks without unwanted thoughts popping into my head?? What do I do fr.

10:52am ok wow I have had so much to write about recently. I have thought of a new strategy. When I have intrusive thoughts about her or him just say out loud to myself, that's something I would not do/like/ enjoy. That does not sound like anything I would do. And just distance myself from them.

I would never knowingly enter another woman's home. I would never send nudes to a man I know was in a relationship. I would never accept/save nudes from another person if I was in a relationship (and thank God I never have and can stand on that shit 🙏). I would never put myself in a position to traumatize another woman. I would never put myself in a position to make another woman question everything about herself. I would never put my partner in a position to compete with other people for my attention (if it is truly a serious, monogamous relationship). I would never cheat on my partner. Period, sis???

Y'all are the worst type of people and I really don't care how you guys redeem yourselves or justify your behavior. Y'all can keep that between you both. I don't want any part of people who act this way. This is my boundary and think it's a pretty damn good one. ❤️

12:05pm wearing a crop top with no bra and feeling extremely sexy. Also drinking a mimosa and feeling like a baddie. Damn if I ever feel sad or bad about myself literally just dressing sexier will help. I stg.

4:43pm I feel so sexy and promiscuous I could literally fuck anyone RN and it feels awesome I have so much power over my body and I'm in control. Leaving the parade, going to Ybor for free shots, will probably leave when it's dark (6ish?) But damn I feel amazing AF!!

6:10pm uuurg mad bc I have nobody to have sex with............... SIKE bitch just love yourself the way you want to be loved!!!! Finna play w my vibe and wear comfy clothing and eat leftovers bc that's how I want to be treated so might as well start by treating myself that way!!!! ❤️ It takes time, good things take time, what's the rush if I want it ten/ twenty/ thirty years from now?? ❤️❤️❤️

7:54pm if me setting boundaries is hostile... Oh fucking well you don't get the nice accommodating me anymore since you decided to cross all of my boundaries previously 🙄🙄🙄🙄 fuck you, at least I have it in writing that he doesn't want to take the cats so whatever I just don't want you to break my screen door either... Sincerely a woman living alone in 2024, a fear you will never fucking know..

[purringsquid]

Heimdall x Reader, wedding (PART 2/2)

Part one

As you walk to his room you wonder if he was jealous of you dancing with his brother, the thought makes you chuckle. You catch your reflection and you are all blushed now, from the alcohol, the dance, from the thought of what is to happen next.

You are at his door when you hear the voice of Thor’s mother – Fjörgyn your tired mind provides – whispering to you. Only half listening to it, you open the door. The dead Giant had said enough today.

‘Don’t bother with this one, darling. You will be only disappointed.’ Well, that certainly catches your attention. Who is she to badmouth your groom? Not that you have any high expectations of the man at this point.

“I wouldn’t have drunk, if I thought otherwise.” You answer softly to the soul and before she can answer, something else catches your attention.

“That,” Your husbands finger points towards you from his bed. “Is creepy as Hel.”

"Get used to it." You say, closing the door.

"Wow, edgy. Now, would you mind not occupying too much of the bed, wife? I like to have a space to stretch." His tone is arrogant, you start to think he does not speak in any other way.

"Your bed talk needs an improvement, husband." You add the same ironic emphasis on the last word as he did. 

You climb alongside him on the bed. He makes space for you to lay on, but when you lean over him to kiss him, he stops you by a hand on your lips.

"I'm not kissing drunks." The hypocrite was as much drunk as you were. But you have a better answer for that, one that feels much more satisfying. "Pussy." 

"I'm not kissing that one neither."

You laugh, burying your head in his chest. He tangles his fingers in your hair, playing with them. It feels nice. At least until he pulls on them and you yank back.

“Oops.” He says in a way that makes it apparent it was no accident.

You want to hit him, but he catches your hand.  “Ah, ah. Is that how you treat a husband?”

“When he’s a little shit, yes.” The alcohol brought easiness is slowly leaving you, making place for irritation.

“Impolite wives sleep on the floor.” He pushes on your hip as if he was about to push you off the bed, but you resist the little force he puts in it.

Instead, you move a leg over his lap, sitting down over his crotch, your skirt rolled to your hips. You can feel something, there, but certainly not a hardness. You are not sure if you are disappointed or glad that him acting like a spoiled child is not a form of foreplay.

“You better make dealing with that tongue of yours worth it.” You move your hips, pressing into his crotch. “Or are you trying to make me go away so you won’t embarrass yourself?”

You remember Baldur’s words and you can see on Heimdall’s face that he read in them in your mind even before you say them aloud. You guess denying them would be useless now, so why not piss him off a little to make him do something finally. “I can always ask your brother for help.”

For a moment you think he is going to snap and hit you, but then he smirks. “Oh, please, you are already embarrassing me enough, wife, acting like a whore on your own wedding night, letting your brothers-in-law get their hands all over you.”

He puts his hands on your hips, making them move more. “Maybe, husband.” You can feel him getting hard under them and to be all honest, it’s turning your up too. The harder he grows the more of him rubs you at the right places. “Ah- You should have danced with me instead.”

His hands slip under you, right where your bodies meet. His fingers spread around your wetness and rub on your clit. You have waited for this the whole night and when it’s finally here you get lost in the pleasure, barely registering his words. He’s saying something about that he should have fucked you in front of the whole hall likely. He seems the type.

He pulls his hand away and you nearly growl. “Hey, woman, wife, creepy-death-talker, you still there?” He waves the hand in front of your head.

“Hm..” You catch his fingers in your mouth, teasing them with your tongue and sucking on them lightly. You can taste yourself on them, but more importantly when you lock eyes, you can see that you managed to finally shut him up.

At least for a moment.

“Alright, you convinced me.” He pushes you off suddenly and before you can register that you are now laying on your back on the bed, he’s on top of you, untying his pants.

You giggle cheerfully. “Took you long enough.”

“Shut up.”

He kicks off his pants and climbs between your legs almost impatiently. You (similarly eagerly) slide your hand between your legs, spreading your folds with your fingers. It is a clear command on your side. One that he is happy to follow it seems.

You purr as he finally enters you, he is slow, which is honestly more that you would expect from his behavior until now. He pushes in patiently, letting your body adjust before finally finally he starts to move.

You wrap your legs around him, using the leverage to mirror his thrusts.

“Ah-“ He gasps. “What was your name again?”

You don’t have it in you to get mad, not now.

“Y/N.”

“Y/N.” He repeats after you with all the devotion worth a goddess.

He leans to kiss you, forgetting his own promise about not doing that and hits just the right spot inside of you.

“Y/N.” He whispers to your lips.

“Heimdall.” You barely have enough breath to answer, as he fastens his thrusts. It sends waves of pleasure through your body and you hold on him, as if you were about to lose him if you didn’t.

You know when he’s about to come, his cock twitches inside of your and his thrusts get harder. You lean to kiss him but he buries his head in your shoulder instead. Spilling inside of you.

You let him catch his breath, but when he pulls away, leaving only cold to settle over your heated body you are met with a sudden wave of clarity.

“Hey.” You gasp. “I’m not finish yet!”

“That’s your problem.” He is already turning away from you. But it takes but a thought you of telling him that ‘you will get to his brother to finish off the job then’, for him to get over you again, his fingers moving between your legs.

He thrusts his fingers into you, while his thumb rubs your clit. He is fast, almost too fast for it too be only pleasurable and you want to tell him to slow down, but all you can get out are moans and yelps. The nail of his thumb scratches your clit and it hurts but it gets lost in al that pleasure.

You scream when you come, your whole body twitches and he still moves his fingers until you still, trying to catch your breath.

Only then he pulls away, wiping his fingers into your dress.

“Done? Good. Don’t wake me when you get hangover in the morning.” He falls back to the bed and closes his eyes.

He is such an asshole but you can’t get yourself to care at the moment.

[kikisfuneralservice]

CHOI MINHO BF HEADCANONS

always wanted to know what choi minho is like as a boyfriend? your questions have been answered…

includes NSFW content‼️

*ALL CONTENT IS PURELY FICTIONAL AND NON-ASSOCIATIVE WITH ANY OF SHINEE OR SM ENTERTAINMENT- PURELY FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES!*

FLUFF:

always wakes up before you so he ends up getting you something to eat

it isn't even always a full breakfast either sometimes it’s just a poptart and an apple or a granola bar and some orange juice bc u dont trust him in the kitchen

absolutely smitten boy. just a 24/7 simp

unapologetically holds ur bag/purse for you- sometimes not even when ur stepping into a shop, he’ll just take it from you while you’re walking bc it’s “too heavy”

we all just know he wants it to take the gum from ur bag tho we’re not fooled, minho

unironically likes the little blue dots in the mint gum and it’s disgusting but for some reason it’s his favorite part i just wanted to add that idk

vv protective of you - he’ll ask you who you were talking to regardless of gender and ask if u have any romantic attraction to them bc he is nervous

literally no, minho; calm down

loves holding u in his arms bc he likes how small you look compared to him

likes to compare ur hand sizes n shit cuz he’s whipped

also when u walk with him and ur holding hands he likes to swing them bc he thinks it’s cute HA

wants to learn how to do hair and makeup bc he wants to do it for u just to say that he did it

kills spiders for you! and feels proud doing so

tries to call you nicknames, but it always comes out wrong or awkward, but it’s funny, so it’s ok

lets you do his hair and shit because he “wants to look pretty too”

he thinks everything is a competition so even at the state fucking fair he’s throwing his entire body into the ring around the bottle game to get u a giant fucking giraffe doll that u can get easily on amazon for $10

“u need this i must acquire this for you and win”

also is obsessed with those mallet games where u smack the mallet down and it tells u how strong u are

uses his rigged score to prove how strong he is and the whole rest of the day he has his arm around you and flexing the other bc he’s just that satisfied

buys little things that remind him of you

“minho what is this”- “it’s a skunk salt shaker!! isn't it funny??? the salt comes out of his butt! :D” -“how does this remind you of me i’m scared to ask”

knows all your orders by heart

he’ll get to somewhere and get so caught up in your order that he leaves 15 mins later realizing he never got food for himself

it’s ok he just gets mcdonalds on the way home plus he wants the how to train your dragon toy

im writing way too many wow next section

SMUT:

ok so... likes holding your hand- lemme explain

literally loves missionary i cannot tell u why he just does

wants to hold ur hand and keep them against the bed frame 

just wants to be as close to you as possible

he’s hyper-focused on the intimacy part

has a breeding kink i know it

gets excited whenever he’s with kids so when u mention it to him he instantly pops a boner

loves when u sit on his lap bc he likes rutting your hips against him

just cuz ya know

not a freaky guy just wants to hold u tight and love u slow

very vocal bc he knows u like that

it’s not worth it to him if he cant verbalize anything if u know what i mean

doesn't like keeping quiet :)

loves pleasuring u or whatever

very good at fingering you like it’s scary

could get off just on his fingers oops

doesn’t like toys bc he only wants him to satisfy u and thats it >:(

NEED TO ELABORATE ON THE BREEDING KINK FOR A HOT SEC

simply just gets hard at the thought of getting u pregnant nAUR

so when ur like “let’s have a baby” and give him those eyes

whewy ok

pounces on ya

goes rough bc he’s excited and he thinks if he goes faster that it’ll get u pregnant faster AHHAAHAHAH

has always loved having sex w you but after this it kinda solidifies it and he’s like we gotta do it everyday 👀 so it’ll work 👀 and ur like honey that’s not how it works

as soon as u tell him ur pregnant he gets emotional but once he calms down he just gets really horny again cuz he can’t help it💀 cuz he knows that he did that💀

is an ass kind of guy but doesn’t discriminate on tits

he likes grabbing ur ass,,, like a lot

he knows all the places u like being touched and you know his which makes it fun

also likes to watch u ride him with your hands on his abdomen :/

mostly is on top tho bc he likes having you under him so he can see u better

loves manhandling u tho

like this is a strong word but he loved to fondle you

and,,, and smacking ur ass- literally just grabbing and smacking cuz,,, cuz,,, cuz,,, ur hot and he can’t not let out his sexual frustration on u

like when he gets horny he’s just VERY grabby and touchy like a small child who has never walked into a walmart before and needs to touch literally everything

will kiss you during sex just to hear you moan in his mouth

needs to clear the near vicinity before any of this bc y’all like to be fucking loud

kibum at the door just wanting to pick up the hairbrush he left behind on accident: 🧍

wants you to leave hickeys and scratches on him bc that’s how he knows he did good

plus likes to joke about it when ppl ask him what animal mauled him

reeeaaaallllyyyyy likes mirror sex

ok listen tho

he likes fucking u slow against the counter from behind so you can see too……

he thinks ur so pretty he just wants u to see too

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that’s it!! this was literally just a shitpost basically, and my taemin drabble will be up later. it was originally supposed to come out today, but some altercations changed that, and i apologize! :( thank you for reading and leave a like or reblog- or follow me on twitter.

[madewithspice]

I'm getting a shot and I'm kinda nervous, could I get a blurb of the msby boys comforting gn! reader-Dani🎠

I’m not entirely informed about the MSBY team but I’ll try as many as I can. I can definitely do the MSBY Four.

Miya Atsumu

Atsumu is a crybaby and a fucking wimp when it comes to injections but, with that being said, he’s also the biggest arse about you getting nervous about them. This man knows what you’re feeling but chooses to tease you for it instead. “Come on y/n it’s just a little poke and then it’s over. Honestly such a little a baby” like mofo you screamed and fainted every time you went for the vaccination 🙄. He’ll also use it as an excuse to brag about how he’s so strong and heroic, how he’ll protect you and hold you in his “very muscly” arms. He feels a little guilty when you turn your face into his chest so he leans down and whispers “you’re alright” over and over in your ear until you relax.

Sakusa Kiyoomi

This man just does not understand your anxiousness about it. He’s the type to drag you there and hold you down in the chair, just wrestling you. “QUICKLY! I can’t hold them for long. Give them the damn injection so I can leave!” Afterwards he’ll apologise for it and say he did what needed to be done. He’d treat you to an ice cream as a reward for getting it done. Also he would wipe the area and put a new plaster on for you.

Bokuto Koutarou

Bokuto will cry and freak out with you and then rush to Akaashi for advice on how to help you because Akaashi is the smartest person he knows. He’ll do everything and anything he finds out in relation to helping you out, no matter how crazy. He makes you lie on the floor with your legs up against the wall. He tells you to imagine screaming at a giant needle that you’re not scared of it and then fight it. When the time comes, he’ll hold your hand but he keeps his eyes tightly closed because he’s just as scared of needles as you are.

Ya boy Hinata Shoyo

He’s not scared of needles and is a whole arse menace. He’ll sit there and ask the nurse all sort of questions. “Wow is that the biggest needle you have? What if your hand accidentally slips and you end up stabbing it in the wrong place?” He just makes the situation a hundred times more stressful and when he sees your face has lost all colour, he’ll just giggle and say “oops just forget what I said”. He’ll let you hold his hand and with the other one he’ll cover your eyes because “if you can’t see it you’ll never know it happened”.

Sorry I would write others but I had uni today and work soon and I know if I don’t post it now I would drag it out. Hope you enjoy it and don’t worry it’ll all be okay. Good luck.

- Kiki.