#*lightning flashes so he can see a bit better for a second*

[theleeryder]

“Hello?” Crepus shouted into the storm, the downpour and lightning easily overpowering him. “Hello! Is anyone else out there?!” 

The small child in his arms didn’t react as the read-headed man hefted him up higher, setting the child on his hip. Barely clinging to his consciousness as exhausted and fatigue clawed at him. 

Crepus could feel how feverish he was even now. The boy was racked with shivers. Archons knew how long he’d been out there by the time Crepus happened to notice him. 

“Let’s get you inside and warmed up and then we’ll find your parents. Yeah?” Crepus shouted over the rain as he tucked his coat further over the child’s head. Keeping the rain off him as best as he could with the wind trying to yank the cloth off the both of their heads. 

The child said nothing. His visible eye dull and his fingers pale with cold as the clutches at the man’s chest. It was a haunted expression. One that spoke of horrors no child should know. 

Even as Crepus whispered reassurances and promises of finding the boy’s family, the feeling in his chest knew that they were only lies.

 As did the child in his arms.

Day 3. Storm

[tojisteddy]

Soft daddy simon is actually so so hot like when hes normally mean but hes nice and ugh. Please please more nice dad !! Maybe when blackcat reader gets hurt / has a nightmare ? Im a slut but im a bigger slut for h/c

Thunder & Lightning | cw: 18+ mdni, fluffville, softdom!Simon, dd/lg dynamics, dad bf!Simon, daddy used once tho, blackcat!reader

It was late, too late for anyone in the house to be up. But he heard it, the shift of feet back and forth, a tugging of carpet and then the little opening and closing of the end table that stood in the hallway. Like a cat trying to get in to a closed room, except you hadn’t just come in like you usually do.

Simon sighed, taking his aching body and leaving from the comfort of his bed.

“What’re you up to kiddo?” His voice filles the hallway but it’s nothing but soft, the gentle look in his eyes tells you that as he leans on the doorframe. He looks down at the state of you, scarf on, eyes wide but the tinest bit of tiredness in them, cuddled up on to the bench by the window, flipping through some book.

“I’m reading.” You say softly.

“It’s 2 am.”

“I’m an early riser.”

And then, there’s a flash of white light from the clouds that fills the hallway, a loud rumble to follow. Simon isn’t scared of it, he’s had to work long nights in the pouring rain, swim through flooded waters, the commotion of a fight— he’s used to it. So much so he has to hear that white noise or something for him to go so sleep. You on the other hand, his precious little baby, brown eyes widen at the boom, your body doesn’t jolt, but the blonde senses the tenseness in your shoulders, the ever so minuscule twitch of your finger as you flip to the next page of the book.

You’re scared.

And no, not just from the thunder and lightening, a fear that hides in your tiny freezes to see if it hit anything or just to stop, but leaps out when he’s not there. It’s something else, something clouding your mind. But he made sure to get you to sleep before the storm came through in your room, he had work to finish. But you’re up now. Precious thing. Simon nods to himself, walking towards you with his heavy footsteps. Then lifts you without a second thought, setting the book on the end table and patting your back, “Let’s sleep in your room, yeah Kitty? Get you t’sleep.”

You hum, but you’re unconvinced, wrapping your arms around his as he lays you down in your fluffy bed, your head softly hitting your cheetah print pillows while Simon climbs in behind you, tugging you by the waist closer to him. His chest meeting your back, his large calloused hands rub all over, to soothe you.

You don’t know how much time passes. But you can hear Simons breathing get slower, every pitter patter of rain hitting the window and the roof.

“I had a dream… that I got struck by lightning,” you whispered, staring towards the wall, the little dots forming in your eyes. “And then I couldn’t get out of the rain… the water kept rising… and I couldn’t see you.”

There’s a pause, you shuffle your feet on the sheets, deciding it’s better to warm your legs in between Simons. You wave yourself off, “It’s stupid, you’re sleeping.”

Theres a grunt, the older blonde shushes you, “ ‘S not stupid swee’art. Just was scared is all, ‘nd your dreams got to you. But ‘m right here, right? Daddy’s right here.”

You let out a sigh of relief, “That’s right.”

“ ‘M not goin anywhere either. Love you too much.” He takes your hand from underneath the comforter and kisses it, then kisses your shoulder blade.

And it does the magic trick, settles you finally, your tired eyes close as you cuddle into Simon.

A peaceful night at the Riley house despite the storm outside.

a/n: that’s for the request!! I’m slowly (extremely slow) but surely trying to knock these out. Sorry for the wait. I woke up at 3 am and randomly wrote part of this.

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[stevieschrodinger]

Part One Eight

Steve slices the apple into four parts, and then retrieves the clock from the hallway; this one will be best, there’s no glass or anything, so he can just force the hands around with his fingers. Eddie sits on a stool at the breakfast bar, watching Steve and waiting patiently.

“Okay buddy, what time does it say?”

“Four,” Eddie says confidently. Nice and easy that one, because Steve has the little hand on the four and Eddie has grasped to look at the little hand first pretty fast.

“Okay so,” Steve puts down the clock, and holds the pieces of apple together to make it whole. “This is a full apple, yeah? One. It’s whole.”

“Whole apple.”

“Right, so now, how many?”

Steve pulls the pieces apart so he has two slices held together in each hand, “two.”

“That’s right, but It’s also half.”

“Half.”

“Yeah, whole apple. One apple. Two slices. Half an apple.”

“Half an apple.”

“Right, so,” Steve puts the apple slices down, letting them split, and moves the big hand down to six, “half four.”

Eddie moves the apple pieces around, frowning, “half four. Two,” he points.

“Yeah, with counting. On the clock. Time. This is half past four.”

Eddie frowns at the clock again. He shakes his head.

“Okay, so,” Steve spreads out the apple slices, “four. Four quarters,” then he moves the big hand around the clock face again, “quarter past four, half past four, quarter to five.”

Eddie frowns again, face scrunching a little bit, and Steve can sense the distress from Eddie, upset that he doesn’t understand.

“Half, two,” he volunteers.

Steve sighs, “yeah buddy, but-”

“No! Half two!” And then Eddie picks up two apple quarters and shoves them in his mouth, presumably to make the problem go away, crumbs of apple and juice dripping messily onto his chin as Eddie chews manically with his pointy teeth.

The kitchen dims a little, thick clouds scudding over the sun. Steve looks out of the window, it’s suddenly dark.

Red lightning flashes.

Eddie moves, leaning over the counter to slide a knife from the block, “half. Two.” He says, pressing the tip of the knife to his tail; black, thick blood wells up and starts to drip, and Steve stands frozen.

Eddie's eyes catch the light strangely, flashing silver, then they glow red as lightning crashes, “it’s for the best, Steve-”

Steve wakes with his heart pounding and a scream trapped in his throat; he feels like he can’t breathe, all of his body shaking and not obeying him, the sheets and blankets tangled around his legs. “Fuck fuck fuck,” he pants to himself, finally getting out of bed.

The light in the bathroom makes him feel better and he splashes his face and then drinks a little water right from the faucet. He sighs deep, just a dream.

Just a dream.

It takes ten minutes before Steve feels better but...even though it doesn’t make any sense at all, he needs to check. He just has to see Eddie, just for a second, to make sure he’s okay. Then he’ll come back to bed and everything will be fine.

Even though it’s completely fucking irrational, and Steve knows it is, he checks the knife block first; everything is set in it’s little slot, nothings missing...which, of course it isn’t. Of course it’s fine. He’s just being ridiculous.

The kitchen looks completely normal, even if it does feel a little sinister in the dark. Steve tells himself again that it’s just a dream.

The lounge is only illuminated by the moonlight from outside, but it’s enough to make out the curled up lump that is Eddie, sleeping on the couch.

Steve breathes a sigh of relief, even as he tells himself he’s being ridiculous.

“Stee?” It must have been enough to wake him, and Steve watches as Eddie’s head, somehow, pops out from amongst the tangled ball of tail and today's blue sweater. Steve’s let him have four and washes them on rotation. They don’t come completely clean – the grass stains are impossible, and the bottom edges are already ruinously frayed, but it’s fine, they’re only sweaters.

“Sorry, Buddy I...I had a nightmare.”

“Night...mare..?”

“Yeah a uhm,” Eddie shifts, and Steve sits next to him on the couch, “a bad dream, you know when you’re asleep?”

Eddie nods, “sleep, dark,” he points to the outside.

“Yeah, right so...do you ever see things, when you're asleep?” Eddie cocks his head, “like, uhm, TV. Like watching TV,” and Steve taps the side of his head.

Eddie takes Steve’s wrist, pulling his hand away, nodding furiously, “dark TV,” he uses Steve’s hand to tap the side of his own head, “many. Many all.”

“You dream? Every night?” Eddie nods. “What do you...what do you dream about?”

Eddie frowns, so Steve gets up, retrieving colored pencils and a larger notebook, he flicks on a lamp. Steve sits back next to Eddie, and using his woefully inadequate drawing skills, he makes out a couple of withered, spiky trees, shades the sky dark, draws swirls of black on the floor and a crackle of red lightning across the sky, “do you dream of this?”

Eddie’s mouth pops open, eyes wide with terror, he taps the paper urgently, “Stee? Stee in?? Many??”

“Yeah… Stee in, but not many.”

“Stee no! Stee not safe!” Eddie taps the paper, “Stee no! Bad bad!” Eddie's clearly horrified by the thought of Steve in The Upside Down.

“I won’t buddy okay, no more,” Steve taps the page, “finished.”

That seems to placate Eddie, he sits back, staring still at what Steve’s drawn, “dark TV,” he says quietly.

Steve gets his pencil and draws a stick figure with curly hair and a long pointed tail, he draws a little arrow and writes, ‘Eddie’, next to it, “Eddidie?”

“Yeah,” Steve tells him, “we call this place The Upside Down. That’s where you come from, The Upside Down.”

“The upside Down. Stee come from?”

“Hawkins Indiana.”

“Hawkins Indiana.”

“Yeah Buddy, that's where we are now. That’s what this place is called. Listen,” Steve draws another stick figure with a tail near to Eddie on the paper, “are there more like you there?” Steve taps his little drawing. Then he draws another stick figure mermaid, just for good measure.

“Yes.”

“Many?”

“Many many.”

“Do you...miss them?”

Eddie tilts his head.

“Okay Buddy, you and me, we’re friends,” Eddie nods, “and the kids. Birdie. Jon, Nancy. They’re our friends.” Steve taps the page again, “friend?”

Eddie shakes his head, “no,” he purses his lips, looks around, thinking, “Stee...pear, celery, grape?”

“Yeah, I know, food. That’s food.”

“Food...no many food in Upside Down.” Eddie taps the page, then hisses, clawing and biting the air a little.

“Fight. You had to fight them for food?”

“Fight. Yes,” Eddie takes the pencil and aggressively scribbles out the other two stick figure mermaids, Steve can’t help but chuckle.

“Well, you don’t have to fight anyone here buddy. No fight. All the pears are Eddie’s.”

Steve wakes up to something tickling his nose and something else digging viciously into his ribs. He feels a little attacked considering it’s first thing in the morning. He blinks awake, shifting, and his back screams at him.

Well fuck. The couch might look fancy, and it might be alright for sitting on, but it’s shit for sleeping on.

Especially when you’ve got a bony as fuck fish guy sleeping on you, “hi Eddie.”

“Hi Stee,” Eddie replies into the front of Steve’s shirt.

“Any more bad dreams?”

“No. No bad dreams. Stee good,” and Eddie pats Steve’s chest, “Stee dream?”

“No buddy, I’m all good too. But...if you do have bad dreams, you should come find me, okay? If you want to.”

“Stee find Eddidie?”

Which, yeah, Steve guesses, that is what happened last night, “yeah Buddy, like that.”

Eddie shifts again, and Steve realizes that it’s Eddie’s bony fucking elbows that might be trying to stab him in the guts, “we should get up,” and Eddie does, sitting up with no regard for the fact that means he’s sitting right on Steve’s lap – and his morning wood.

Eddie wriggles.

“Right, nope,” Steve sits, spreading his legs so that Eddie falls through and gets dumped onto the couch cushion, letting Steve slide away and stand up, “I’m going to go shower.”

“And Eddidie?”

“Yup, but you can go after me,” Steve is telling him, as Eddie follows him up the stairs.

That night, Steve isn’t even really asleep yet when he hears the quiet noise of Eddie making his way up the stairs. The soft susurration of Eddie moving across the carpet, and then the door being pushed the rest of the way open.

Steve lifts the covers, inviting Eddie in, “but take that off, it’s got dirty today,” Eddie does, pulling off the jersey and climbing in, lying face to face with Steve.

“Hi Stee,” Eddie whispers.

Steve smiles, “hi buddy,” he whisper back, “bad dream?”

Eddie nods.

“What about? Tell me?”

“Tell...dream?”

“Yeah.”

Eddie thinks, biting his lip a little, probably trying to work out how to explain it. Eventually he volunteers, “in Upside Down.”

“Yeah,” Steve agrees, because he figured as much.

Slowly, Eddie brings both hands up. He puts his palms on his cheeks, then covers his face with interlocked fingers. Steve has a mounting sense of horror; already certain he knows where this is going.

Slowly, Eddie lifts them, unlacing his fingers, like the spread of petals on his face.

“Demogorgon,” Steve whispers.

“Eddidie is food.”

Steve can’t really express the sheer amount of horror the thought fills him with, so he just pulls Eddie into a hug instead, “you’re safe now buddy. I won’t let anything hurt you.”

Steve actually manages to fall asleep alright with Eddie’s tail wrapped around his legs, and if he dreams, he doesn’t remember it, coming awake to the now familiar sound of a chair being dragged across the kitchen floor.

Steve heads downstairs to see what Eddie’s up to; he’s at the bottom step when the smell of coffee hits him, and he vaguely wonders if Robin or someone is here.

No. Just Eddie. He’s seen Steve work the coffee machine enough times to work it out for himself, obviously, and there’s a full cup waiting ready on the counter. On the table there’s a plate with a piece of dry toast on it, but there’s a jar of jelly from the fridge. A half full bowl of cereal (no milk) and a single pear.

“Eddie...did you make me breakfast?”

Eddie grins at him, and Steve just about rescues the mug of coffee from him before Eddie tries to make it across the kitchen one handed.

“Buddy this is...so good. Thank you so much.”

Part Ten

[yourmomsawh0r3]

can I get something from Tyler Owens x f!reader where she is kinda new to the gang and they all got a hotel and split with two to a room to save money and its like a thunder storm and she is kinda afraid of thunder and it like gives her a panic attack and he calms her down?

remeber to drink water <3

you’re so sweet, ofc! sorry it took so long to write :)

Panic Attack

pairing: tyler owen’s x f! reader

Tyler had noticed Y/N from the moment Boone introduced her to the group. She was new to the crew but fit right in, laughing at Boone’s jokes, bantering with Kate, and managing to keep up with Javi’s never-ending stories. Now, they were on the road, and to save money, the four of them decided to split rooms in a small roadside hotel. Y/N ended up paired with Tyler, which left her a bit nervous but also kind of excited. She was getting to know the group better, and maybe she’d get a chance to know Tyler a little more too.

The evening was filled with laughter and stories in Boone and Javi’s room, the air light and carefree. But as they headed back to their room, a flash of lightning streaked across the sky, followed by a low rumble of thunder in the distance. Tyler glanced over at Y/N, noticing the way her expression changed, just for a second, before she tried to cover it up with a small smile.

“You okay?” he asked, his eyes soft with concern.

She nodded quickly, forcing a smile. “Yeah, totally. Just… not a huge fan of storms.”

Tyler gave her a reassuring grin. “Well, let’s hope it doesn’t get too bad tonight.”

But as luck would have it, the storm only got worse. It wasn’t long after they’d gotten ready for bed and were settled in, one on each side of the room, that the first crack of thunder roared, shaking the entire building. Y/N flinched, her fingers gripping the sheets tightly. She tried to focus on her breathing, but the sound of the rain pounding against the windows and the thunder booming closer made it hard to keep calm. Each flash of lightning seemed to bring the storm closer, and her pulse raced.

Tyler noticed the tension in her body and sat up, watching her. “Hey, Y/N…” he said gently, his voice cutting through her panic.

She looked over at him, her eyes wide, trying to keep her composure. But he could see how scared she was. Without another word, he crossed the room, sitting down beside her.

“Do you want me to stay here for a bit?” he asked softly.

She hesitated, feeling a little embarrassed, but the sound of another clap of thunder had her nodding before she could think. “Yeah… that would be… nice,” she whispered, her voice shaky.

Tyler sat closer, reaching out to take her hand. “Hey, it’s alright,” he said softly, his thumb brushing soothing circles over the back of her hand. “It’s just a storm. It’ll pass soon.”

She tried to focus on his voice, letting the warmth of his hand steady her. “I know… it’s just… something about the noise. I don’t know why it gets to me,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Tyler nodded, giving her a gentle smile. “Hey, no need to explain. I’ve got you.”

As the storm continued outside, he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her into a gentle hug. She buried her face against his chest, letting his steady breathing calm her down. His presence felt grounding, his touch warm and reassuring. With every boom of thunder, Tyler held her a little tighter, murmuring soft reassurances in her ear, keeping her focused on him instead of the storm outside.

“You’re safe,” he whispered, brushing a few strands of hair from her face. “Just focus on me, alright?”

She nodded, feeling her heart rate slowly start to settle. Tyler continued to talk, his voice soft and steady, sharing random stories and memories to keep her distracted, his hand gently rubbing her back.

Eventually, the storm began to ease, and her breathing slowed as her panic faded. She pulled back a little, looking up at him with a small, grateful smile. “Thank you, Tyler,” she murmured, her voice filled with relief and warmth.

He smiled, brushing a thumb over her cheek. “Anytime.”

As she relaxed, her head resting on his shoulder, she closed her eyes, feeling safe in his arms, grateful that this night, at least, she didn’t have to face the storm alone.

The storm had quieted to a gentle patter of rain against the window, but Tyler hadn’t moved an inch. He kept his arm wrapped around her shoulders, his other hand tracing soothing patterns along her back. Y/N leaned into him, feeling her nerves finally starting to ease, her breathing falling into rhythm with his. She hadn’t felt this calm in ages, and definitely not around someone new. Yet, with Tyler, something just felt… right.

Tyler looked down at her, his eyes soft, as he whispered, “You good?”

She nodded, her voice coming out in a shy murmur. “Yeah… better than good, actually.” She paused, glancing up at him. “Thank you, Tyler. I know it’s silly being scared of a storm.”

“Not silly at all,” he said, his voice low and comforting. “Everyone’s got something. And hey, you handled it pretty well.” He offered her a small, warm smile that made her heart skip a beat.

They stayed like that for a few moments, the quiet hum of rain setting a soothing backdrop. The dim light of the bedside lamp cast a warm glow over the room, and Y/N found herself getting lost in the depth of his gaze, something magnetic pulling her closer.

“Want me to stay until you fall asleep?” Tyler asked, his thumb still gently brushing against her shoulder.

She hesitated, feeling a little self-conscious, but then nodded. “If you don’t mind…”

“Not at all,” he replied, settling back against the headboard as she leaned her head on his shoulder. Tyler shifted so they were both comfortable, his arm still around her, his presence solid and reassuring.

They lay there in comfortable silence, and Y/N could feel her eyes growing heavier. She felt safe, warm, and unexpectedly at home in Tyler’s arms, his steady breathing and gentle touch lulling her toward sleep. But as she shifted a little closer, she felt his fingers gently tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear, his touch lingering for a moment longer than necessary.

Her heart raced, a different kind of nervousness fluttering in her chest. She looked up at him, finding his gaze already on her, his eyes dark with an intensity that made her breath hitch.

“Tyler…” she whispered, her voice barely audible, but the unspoken question was clear in her eyes.

He leaned in, his hand sliding up to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing gently over her skin. “Is this alright?” he murmured, his voice soft, his gaze searching hers for any sign of hesitation.

She nodded, her breath catching as he closed the small distance between them, his lips meeting hers in a kiss that was both gentle and electric, igniting a warmth that spread through her entire body. The kiss deepened, slow and unhurried, as if they had all the time in the world. His hand rested at her waist, pulling her closer, and she melted into him, letting herself get lost in the moment.

When they finally pulled apart, both a little breathless, he pressed his forehead against hers, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Maybe I should volunteer to help you through storms more often,” he whispered, his tone playful yet full of warmth.

Y/N laughed softly, her heart full. “I might just take you up on that,” she replied, resting her head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around her again.

They lay together in the quiet, wrapped in each other’s arms, and soon Y/N drifted off to sleep, the storm outside now just a distant memory. Tyler held her close, feeling more content than he had in a long time, already hoping for another night like this.

[jjsbaby]

me and @rubiehart thirsting over bsf!jj together spawned this so enjoy! part 2!

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your parents chose the worse time to go on a weekend getaway. of course as soon as they reach the mainland, there’s a weather alert saying there’s gonna be a storm. as soon as you see it, you text jj to come over and keep you company so it doesn’t kill you. despite living on the cut for your whole life, you’ve never quite gotten used to the storms. obviously you invite jj to sleep over, setting him up in the guest bedroom after you guys watch a couple movies to keep your mind off of the storm outside.

after thirty minutes of tossing and turning, there’s a clap of thunder and you shoot upright. you take a second to breathe, reminding yourself it’s just a storm, but then there’s another burst of lightning and you decide it’ll be better if you have company. you tiptoe over to the guest room, carrying a blanket around you as you knock lightly on the door. “jay? are you still awake?” you ask softly, opening the door just a little bit. “yeah i’m up. what’s wrong?” he responds, putting his phone down from where he was scrolling and looking over at you. “storm is too loud, i can’t sleep.” you whisper, padding over to him and sitting on the side of the bed. “can i lay in here until it calms down?” he moves over, making space on the bed for you. “ ‘course you can princess.” he grins, patting the space for you. “papa j will keep you safe.” you roll your eyes at him, crawling into the bed and getting comfortable. “you know you’re the only one that calls yourself that?” you tease, laughing at him when another burst of thunder comes.

you practically jump into his arms, moving closer as you bury your face in his chest. almost by instinct his arms wrap around you, allowing you to breathe him in. he always smells distinctly like the ocean and weed, but also just like him. it immediately comforts you and you relax in his hold. “you okay?” he asks softly, running his hand along the back of your head as you look up at him. you nod at him, trembling slightly. “just scared me.” you breathe out, staying close to him but turning so your facing the window and your back is to his chest. he adjusts his hold but doesn’t let go of you, both for your sake and for his enjoyment. “want me to calm you down?” he whispers into your ear, his hands suddenly squeezing your hips.

your breath hitches when you realize what he said. is he flirting? “please jay.” you don’t even realize you said that out loud until his hands begin moving under the long shirt you’re wearing. “barely wearing anything. it’s like you wanted this to happen baby.” he teases, reaching up and lightly running a thumb over your now exposed nipple. you whine, pushing your ass back against him. “i know, i know. papas gonna take care of you, sweet girl.” one hand is now massaging your breast while the other is tracing lines down your abdomen. there’s a sudden flash outside and another boom and you jump, pressing your body into his even further. you can feel his hard-on against you and you can’t help but release a tiny moan. jj smirks at you, leaning closer and leaving an open mouthed kiss on the side of your neck. “gonna leave you all relaxed.” he mumbles against your skin, teasing a finger along the seam of your panties.

as his fingers dip below and start teasing your slit, he groans. “fuckin drenched, princess. holy shit.” he brings his hand up, two of his fingers covered in your slick. he puts them in his mouth, cleaning them completely off before grinning at you. “tastes like heaven baby.” without a warning, he shoves his hands back down and gently begins to play with your clit. you gasp, his hands already working their magic. he goes faster causing you to grip onto his bicep in hopes of maintaining some form of sanity. “fuck jj please. need more.” you moan out, eyes slightly glassy. you can feel him getting more and more excited, his cock rock hard while pressing into your back and his free hand massaging your boobs and playing with your nipples. as soon as he feels he’s teased you enough, he slides a finger into you, moving it slowly as you adjust. there’s another boom of thunder and he can feel you clench around him.

“focus on me princess. i gotchu.” he coaxes, adding another finger and speeding up. “god jay.” you moan louder, gripping onto him as your eyes roll back. “yeah baby, i got you. let it out.” he mumbles, completely entranced by your moans. he speeds his fingers up, letting his thumb press down and rub circles into your clit. all you can hear are the sounds of rain outside and the panting and squelching of him finger fucking you. you feel your stomach begin to tighten up and you squeeze around. “ ‘m gonna cum jay. gonna cum for you.” you whine, shutting your eyes as he adds more pressure. “c’mon mama. let me see how perfect you look when you’re cumming all over my hand.” he teases, pressing kisses to your shoulder. you finish with a final cry out, creaming around his fingers as he helps you ride your high out. you both breathe for a moment, stuck in a little bubble of ecstasy before he pulls his fingers out. he licks them clean again, leaning over and kissing your shoulder. you turn over and cuddle into him, fully relaxed and already starting to fall asleep. you give him a light kiss on his chest, eyes closed as you drift away. “thank you papa j.” you mumble sleepily, head on his chest. it’s a good thing you fell asleep cause now he has a chance to figure out a way to hide the fact that he came in his pants.

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[poseidon-you-loser]

Cursed!Odysseus EPIC au drabble

(Warning: Iittle bit of body horror ahead)

“Choose.”

“Choose?”

“Someone’s got to die today and you will get the final say. You?” Zeus leaned in next to his ear, sparks alight in his eyes.

Odysseus held his side, blinking away the salt of the sea.

“Or your crew?” Zeus backed away as his eyes darted to the cowering remainder of his fleet.

“Please don’t make me do this, don’t make me do this.” He pleaded. He was so tired from it all.

Zeus paused, awaiting his decision, and his eyes unblinking in only a way that a god could.

“Please anything else. Please.” He begged, his knees giving out as he collapsed in front of the king of gods.

Zeus stared at him, then a wicked grin filled his face. “Very well.”

He breathed, looking up. “What?”

“Let’s make it a game. I won’t kill anyone. Their fate will rest in your hands, King of Ithaca.”

Odysseus stared in shock. “I don’t follow.”

Zeus stretched out his hand. “Your last game was a wind bag. Let’s see how long you last holding back the monster you’ve become.”

Odysseus felt a pressure in the air, a charge similar to the feeling before a thunderstorm. It made the air suffocating and his breath hitched as he pressed harder on his stab wound.

“The rules are this: you will have safe passage home if you do not kill a single member of your crew. If they kill you or release you off the boat, you all die. Can you play this game, Odysseus?” Zeus continued speaking.

Odysseus squinted at the brightly shining god, knowing there was a catch. There was always a catch. But he knew looking at the god before him that he had no other option. From behind him, Odysseus heard Eurylochus take a step closer to him. “Captain?”

Ah, and here he was, captain of the ship again. Words spoken so hatefully by his second reverberated in his ears once more:

“If you want all the power you must take all the blame!”

He told himself that Eurylochus didn’t know better, he’d never had to be captain, to own up to his mistakes for the crew.

And it didn’t look like he would start now.

Odysseus met the eyes of the god, never acknowledging the presence of his second. “Yes.”

Zeus, hand still outstretched, twisted his wrist in a flash and lighting struck Odysseus so hard that he lost his breath.

He might’ve screamed, but he wasn’t sure if sound even escaped him or could even be heard in that moment.

He vaguely heard the cries of his remaining crew, Eurylochus the closest to him yelling for him.

The bright white surrounding him abruptly faded away and he gasped on the deck as the lightning tapered off.

“Captain?” Eurylochus kneeled down to him, hands hovering over his body.

“Let’s see if you and your crew can handle the monster you truly are, King of Ithaca.”

Zeus boomed over him and that’s when a shiver went down his spine.

“Wait-“ he gasped out as his right hand supporting his weight on the deck suddenly cracked loudly.

He bit his lip as he groaned out at the terrible pain. His hand started to distort and he saw claws break through his fingertips.

He realized what was happening in horror. “No wait-please-“ he pleaded until he was interrupted by his own cry of pain as the rest of his body cracked sickeningly as it took a new form.

Eurylochus backed away from him.

The laughter of the king of gods boomed as he stepped back from them, taking his leave.

“Remember this, even one man dies and you lose the game. I will not shelter you from the wrath of my brother any more.”

Odysseus would’ve tried to respond to the retreating god, but he was busy holding his ribs as they rearranged below his skin.

He gagged and dry heaved onto the deck of the ship, nothing to come up from their lack of meals.

The whole reason they were in this mess to begin with, he thought bitterly as his breaths rattled in his aching chest.

It was agony for his body to betray him like this, but not unsurprising when betrayal was the most intimate feeling this crew felt.

He let out a guttural sound as his hands became giant paws, his hands clawed, and that wasn’t the only pressing issue.

His back throbbed as dark wings sprouted next to his shoulder blades, blood spraying out as they emerged violently from inside of him and tore through his clothes. He gasped out a strangled sob, and his tailbone had become some twisted tail emerging from underneath his cloak.

He’d felt every change happen slowly and agonizingly, until he was a panting mess on the boards of the ship, nothing human left about him. He blinked open his eyes, aware that his headache and stab wound from the mutiny were unfortunately still present.

His stomach growled loudly. A burning hunger unlike anything he had experienced before lit up his insides.

They had starved for countless days, this shouldn’t be anything new, right?

Right?

The burning felt all consuming and he vaguely realized what this feeling was.

Bloodlust.

His eyes darted to focus on his surroundings. He was so hungry, so desperate for relief, and he whined low in his throat as he picked himself off the deck.

He stood, noticing that he was much larger than before.

Even Eurylochus and his giant sword seemed small.

Insignificant, he thought.

Food.

A fumbling but still solid step was taken before he realized what he was doing and all the remaining crew on deck had drawn their weapons and pointed them at him.

Oh. Oh no.

Odysseus stood frozen. He opened his mouth to speak, finding an assortment of teeth of large sizes taking up space there and preventing him from forming words.

They had taken such a precious commodity from him. Who was he, King of Ithaca, former champion of Athena, and known strategist without his mind and his words?

A beast. A monster.

He gasped back a sob, backing away from his crew as they stared on in horror at him.

He felt something shift inside him, a minuscule thing really, but enough for him to groan as he grabbed his ribs.

He looked down to see a part of his flesh briefly reverted back to human before changing back to the grotesque combination of mammalian fur and reptilian scales.

He blinked, shock fading and his brain picked back up to problem solve.

Was this not permanent? Could he revert back to himself?

His stomach growled again and the bloodlust clouded his eyes. He fought it so hard, arms locking over themselves in front of him.

“Captain?” Eurylochus called for him, and the uncertainty in his voice was one he’d not encountered many times before they left for home.

He’d moved abruptly, tail swinging wildly as he backed himself to the edge of the ship. He was too large to go below deck and wait this out. Zeus knew this well he was sure.

He tried to open his mouth and speak once more, but all that left his throat was a low rumbling growl that reverberated through his chest and vibrated the very boards beneath him.

The crew did not drop their weapons.

Odysseus couldn’t blame them. The bloodlust was near impossible to fight and he panted harshly as he wrapped his arms around himself.

Penelope. Think of Penelope.

His left hand cracked loudly and he groaned. Looking down, he saw it was shifting back to normal, shrinking and taking on the hue of his flesh.

Taking a deep breath, he kept thinking of Penelope, her smile and the way she laughed.

More cracks of bones, more groans and growls of pain, but he didn’t stop.

Penelope. He would return to her, no matter the cost.

The cracking took a different sound. He looked down to see it had halted and even reversed, and the hunger hit harder than before.

He fell onto the deck, claws yet again supporting him as he fought back more bloodlust. It was so intense he could see red on the edges of his vision.

No. What had caused this? He was thinking of Penelope. What harm could she cause? She was the only thing keeping him human.

Or.

No. His drive to be with her is what caused his monstrous actions in the first place.

Scylla could attest to that.

But he couldn’t bring himself to think any differently.

He would do anything to see her again.

Saliva dripped from his panting mouth, and huffs of air burst from him as he could only see red.

Penelope.

I must have her.

The cracking became louder, but this time, it was not making him human again.

He howled, pain and hunger and bloodlust making him sound like a true monster.

He rose to his feet, and he heard distorted cries of fear from his remaining crew.

Good.

The blood from his stab wound still bled, red staining the fur and scales on his side, and he opened his mouth to roar.

These men betrayed him. He wanted to go home so badly and they were in the way.

He would make it back to Penelope, no matter the cost.

He charged at the nearest crew member, dodging the sword slashing down at him as his claws punctured their shoulder.

He raised them up in the air, and his memory told him this was the one who’d stabbed him, wasn’t it?

He’d opened his mouth, ready to feast upon him when a slash down his back, between the wings lying there, made him roar and drop the man.

He turned to see a man with a large sword. His eyes shined with horrified shock. His second. His betrayer.

Eurylochus.

Odysseus widened his eyes.

Eurylochus.

He froze. This was his friend. His brother. These were his men, his crew. What was he doing?

Odysseus could hear the echoing laughter of the king of gods in his head.

They were never meant to win this.

An arrow slammed into his right shoulder.

Stumbling back, he brought his left hand up to break the arrow shaft off with a wounded growl.

Red tinged his vision again and he took a step forward towards the direction of the shot arrow.

A clanging sound diverted his attention and he looked over at the source.

Odysseus took deep breaths as he saw Eurylochus shout at the crew, his sword tossed to the ground beside him.

The crew lowered their weapons. They had stopped.

He noticed that he also had stopped.

The crashing waves around them and his harsh pants were the only sounds for a moment.

“Captain?” Eurylochus held out his hands and did something he’d never expected him to do.

He stepped closer.

“We don’t want to fight you, Captain. Look at all we’ve lost and all we’ve learned.”

Odysseus recoiled, the familiar words hitting him hard.

Eurylochus was right.

The cracking started up again and he hunched over with a groan.

Eurylochus was right.

They couldn’t afford to fight each other like this. It was all a part of these god games.

He wouldn’t play their game.

He’d play his.

“Come back to us, Captain.” Eurylochus held out his hand and Odysseus could swear he saw the shadow of Polites from behind him.

He blinked and it was gone.

“You can relax my friend.” The words echoed, said by the wind and his second in front of him.

A sob choked out from his chest as he’d collapsed on the deck, nearly human again.

“Captain!” He’d heard murmurs around him as he panted harshly, bones trying to arrange back to what they once were.

Some didn’t quite make it, as he felt the uncomfortable feeling of sitting on a tail and the wings lying limply to his sides. He felt his head fall back and heard a hollow thunk at the same time his head jerked with impact. A hand raised to inspect found horns as well upon his head and his ears were not the shape or location he was used to.

They twitched when he touched them.

Eyes closed, he sighed and groaned at the pains of his body, and flinched when a hand landed on his shoulder.

“I’ve got you, Captain.”

“Eurylochus.” Odysseus slurred the words, teeth too sharp and large in his mouth and the blood loss, wounds, and body transformation trauma catching up to him.

“Rest. I need supplies for his wounds. Now!” His second commanded from over his shoulder.

Shuffling and murmurs confirmed a few of the crew’s compliance.

“We will get through this.” Eurylochus spoke under his breath.

Odysseus groaned again as a hand reached for the arrow lodged in his shoulder.

“Nooooo,” he’d moaned, a low underlying growl vibrating in his chest.

“I’m sorry, my friend.” A pause. A shaky inhale. “I’m so sorry.”

The arrow came out with one swift jerk.

He howled as his claws tore at the wood beneath him and his eyes shot open to see the stormy skies above him.

He would make it. They would make it. The gods would not win this game.

Part two is up now!

[livwritesstuff]

i was writing a totally different thing and then all of a sudden it was thundering so here have this

Steve had always loved a good thunderstorm. There’s something sort of magic about them, he thinks, about the greenish, unnatural darkness and the way lightning turns the sky a kind of purple and how the air is both cool and warm at the same time.

Back when he was a teenager, when he was stuck by himself the mausoleum his parents called home, he’d sometimes sit by the patio door and watch the storm, watch the clouds opened up and beat rain down on the pool water, and Steve would feel more alive than he had in ages – even if it felt like he was living vicariously through…something. Maybe through how nature gets to storm and rage in a way Steve never will.

But he tries not to psychoanalyze himself. He’s got his own therapist for that.

Twenty-five years later, here he is still watching thunderstorms. He might not have a pool, but he does have a porch which, in his old age of forty-two, he’s learning might be even better.

He’s sitting on the porch with his husband by his side, and Eddie’s got their youngest daughter sitting in his lap while the older two dance in and out of the rain.

Eddie doesn’t like thunderstorms the way Steve does. It had sort of surprised Steve actually, when he first found out years and years ago because…it’s Eddie. Eddie is like a thunderstorm personified in the best way – all sharp smiles and dark eyes and wild hair and loud, reckless rebellion. Sure, Eddie isn’t bothered by the noise of thunderstorms, but over their years together, Eddie has shared some things — things about his dad and what he’d been able to get away with during a dark, loud storm that maybe he couldn’t otherwise.

So Steve gets it if Eddie still isn’t quite himself during thunderstorms.

Their youngest, Hazel, isn’t a fan of them either. She’s just a few months shy of her second birthday, so this really is the first summer she’s had her own opinions about these kinds of things. The verdict – not a fan of the thunderstorms, though she’s been a trooper about this one.

"Hazy, come play!" Robbie exclaims from the porch steps, but Hazel just shrinks further back against Eddie.

"She's a little afraid of the noise, Beans," Steve tells her, and he watches Robbie's face take on an expression of protective (albeit a little confused) concern.

“How come?” she asks as comes up the steps.

“It can be scary if it’s brand new.”

As if to illustrate Steve’s point, lightning flashes above the trees, and Hazel makes a whimpery kind of whine as thunder follows only a few moments later.

“It’s not scary, Hazel,” Robbie tells her, “Because you always know when thunder’s coming because lightning comes first. And it’s only loud when the storm is close.”

Steve raises his eyebrows, reminding himself that one of these days he’s gotta stop being so impressed by how damn smart his kids are.

Another flash of lighting lights up the dark sky, and Robbie covers Hazel's ears with her hands as she looks out into the rain, "And now there's gonna be the thunder."

A few moments later, thunder rumbled around them, maybe a little bit quieter than the last one because the storm is definitely moving away from them now. Still, Hazel reaches up to grip at Robbie’s wrists, her eyes wide and fixated on the stormy sky.

“See?”

Hazel manages a nod.

“Come play!” Robbie urges her again, “I’ll cover your ears before the thunder comes.”

And this time, Robbie actually succeeds in dislodging Hazel from Eddie’s lap, and together they head for the front yard where Moe is still running around in the rain, wet bangs plastered to her forehead.

“Steve,” Eddie mutters in disbelief as Robbie patiently waits for Hazel’s slow descent of the porch stairs, breaking his and Steve’s subconscious agreement to keep their traps shut while that glorious scene was unfolding, “Oh my god, Steve. What the fuck was that? Are we actually doing a good job raising these kids?”

“I guess so, Jesus Christ.” 

[miniimight]

first off, I just wanna say how I love how you write izuku like??? my sweet boy doesn't get much appreciation and I'm just obsessed with the scenarios you've made with him 🤭💜 second, would it be okay to request a scenario in which the bnha boys (Deku, Bakugo, any other if you want!) who's been dating the reader for a while but it's a secret relationship- which suddenly gets revealed?

thank you! can't wait for more of your writing! 💜

SECRET RELATIONSHIP GETS REVEALED ! the secret relationship between you and your pro-hero boyfriend gets revealed to the public

with deku, bakugo ( pro heroes )

notes ahaha izuku is definitely one of my favs and ur so right when u say he doesn't get enough appreciation :( but i'm here to change that lol ! thanks for requesting ! idk if this is what you had in mind but i hope you enjoy it nonetheless <3

your boyfriend didn't want his relationship with you to go live because one, he's legitimately one of the most hated heroes by villains and two, the media won't ever leave you alone. he found it better this way, for both of your sakes.

it worked for a while, and though the both of you had to make little sacrifices here and there, the arrangement was more than perfect. that was until someone tipped the media off with one (1) very rare photo of you and boyfie out and about in disguise (a terrible one, at that).

photos of the pro-hero's new companion dominated the internet and everyone was wondering who the mystery person was.

it happened so fast that you and your boyfriend were out of the loop. in fact, you and your boyfriend were out on a secret date when the news exploded.

IZUKU

izuku zipped his crossbody bag up and fitted a black baseball cap tightly on his head. his green curls were hard to miss regardless of any disguise he thought up. he flashed you a determined smile. "ready for our day out, love?"

"born ready," you mimicked his way-too-serious tone. "but won't you relax a bit?"

at your comment, his shoulders stiffened. "why, do i not look relaxed?"

he was standing like his friend, iida—almost robotically, like a sentry who was on high alert. you could see the tired circles under his eyes though the shadow of the cap made them almost invisible. his casual outfit covered one of the essential pieces of hero gear; his gloves. it was almost as if he was expecting something bad to happen.

you drifted to his side, an amused smile on your face. "we've done this before, izu. nobody will notice!"

"at least i have a better chance," he raised an eyebrow at you, spinning you around in his arms. "your disguise is non-existent."

"hey, i'm not the super-famous pro-hero that everyone adores." you stuck your tongue at him, making him smile reflexively.

"it's not my fault i'm so charming."

"oh my god."

a little more bickering and a car ride later, you both arrived at the museum you had planned to tour. the guide handed you pamphlets after welcoming you to the grounds, informing you that she'd take you around the exhibits in a short moment.

"oooh..." you flipped through the brochure, excitement bubbling through you. "there's a lot of things in here."

izuku rested his chin on your shoulder, trying to read as fast as you were flipping pages. his hand enveloped yours in an effort to stop you from turning the pages at a lightning pace— "honey, can you go slower?"

you giggled and thumbed the whole pamphlet, making a little buzzz sound as you did so. "weren't you at the top of your class, izu?" you shrugged nonchalantly. "just read faster."

his hands snaked to clasp around your stomach from where they rested on your waist. an uncontrollable laugh threatened to bubble out of you. "really, 'just read faster'? a little cheeky today, aren't you, love—?"

"uhm... couple at the back, please refrain from pda as there are children around." the tour guide cleared her throat. a crowd had gathered for the next tour around the museum and it appeared as though they were ready to start.

you and izuku jumped away from each other as if you were caught by a teacher in high school, your cheeks heating up from embarrassment.

"sorry, miss." izuku mumbled in a low voice, head hanging. he gave you an amused smile that you returned with a huge grin, accepting the hand he held out for you.

halfway into the tour, the group grew so bored they retreated to the comfort of their phones. hanging around the back, you thought it unusual that so many people began to glance backwards at you and your boyfriend, whispering among themselves.

you caught glimpses of their phone screens, questioning why the hell your face was on them.

you nudged izuku's side to tell him just as the teens in front of you spun around, screaming "it's deku and his s/o!"

you and izuku froze like deers in headlights as the commotion spread through the group.

wait, how do you know? the news just made a story about it today. there's a picture of them here! and besides, he's wearing the same disguise.

you gave izuku a pointed look and he smiled sheepishly at you. "what the heck should we do?!"

"deny it??" he said, though he didn't seem sure of his answer. "that photo?" he talked to the crowd again. "not her."

"yeah, i get it all the time," you chuckle nervously, playing along. you shrunk into his side. the attention was sending shockwaves through your body.

the kids weren't buying it. "well, you're obviously deku." one deadpanned.

"me?" a boxy grin spread on his face as he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "no, i'm just... not him..."

seriously, didn't they have specific media training classes at UA for this kinda thing? you rolled your eyes at his response.

"who else has green hair?!" another crossed their arms. "you're so deku."

you both held up your hands, as if caught red-handed by the police. you squeaked, "we're just two random, normal strangers having a date in a museum, promise—"

a kid waddled up to deku's side and pulled his signature gloves out of his pants' pockets, holding them up triumphantly. yours and deku's head slowly turned to watch it unfold before looking at each other almost comically. a long pause followed.

"it's deku and his s/o!" the kid yelled, pointing a chubby finger at the two of you. the whole vicinity was alerted to the famous hero's presence.

you clung to izuku's arms and the swarm encroached on your space, clamoring for autographs, information, pictures—anything they could get their hands on.

to your surprise, deku wasn't the only center of attention. you were asked your name, age, and occupation, where you grew up, if you knew 'their' deku in high school—

izuku's upper arm came under your bum as he leapt back from the crowd at lightning speed, yelling a very apologetic sorry! as he zoomed the both of you away to safety. you screamed as you hung over his shoulder.

he parkoured his way up the museum building, crouching on the roof. it wasn't the first time izuku used his super speed with you in his arms, but holding you like a sack of potatoes wasn't the best position—not if you liked your neck.

he set you down and smoothed your clothes, his hands flying everywhere accompanied by a thousand apologies.

your hands caught his wrist and you gave him a pointed look. "how did they find out? we were super careful."

his concerned expression quickly turned unimpressed. "sweetheart, you have no disguise."

"they believed i was just some random person after we denied it. they already knew you were deku!" you retorted, flicking his cap upwards and allowing the tufts of green to spring out.

he opened his mouth to respond before he snapped it shut. "it's not my fault i'm hard to miss..." he muttered.

you softened and moved closer, wrapping your arms around his waist and leaning into his chest. "i'm sorry, jus' a little on edge."

his hands rubbed your back soothingly before he hugged you back. "it'll be okay." he felt something cold against him and he looked down to see you pull out your phone, pressing it against his body as you got to the bottom of this. "hey—"

"it's all over the news, along with katsuki and his s/o." you hummed, scrolling through article after article.

"hey." he repeated firmly. he gently tugged the phone from your hands, slipping it in his pocket. "it'll be okay. i'll make sure you're protected, not that you aren't already, and we'll get you a new apartment, closer to mine."

you sighed. "i'm not really worried about that."

he gave you a concerned look, wondering if he needed to look into your lack of self-preservation. "...you're not worried about someone potentially attacking you?"

you rolled your eyes, lightly swatting his chest. "well, duh, but i know no one can really get past you and your brigade of hero friends." you waved off his concern. "i'm worried about the paparazzi and gossip channels—what if everyone decides i'm not good enough and they pressure you to leave me? what if—"

"i'm going to have to stop you right there," he gave one of those self-proclaimed (but also, he wasn't wrong) 'charming' smiles as he cut into your rambling. "being with you is my conviction. no one's gonna pressure me to do anything except marry you one day."

you blinked, a huge grin spreading on your face. all your worries were gone when you let his words sink in.

izuku realized what he really said. "or... something like that, you know?" he muttered under his breath, color rising to his cheeks as he looked away.

a moment passed as he held you on the museum rooftop, the date turning out much different than expected. he gasped out of nowhere, jostling you out of your thoughts. his little giggle made you suspicious.

"kacchan just texted me something really interesting; he got stuck in traffic and is trying to hide out in his car—oh."

"what?"

he turned his phone to you. it was a post titled 'NEW!" and underneath was a very blurry photo of you and izuku on the rooftop at that very moment.

you scrunched up your face. "your fans are weird."

he laughed openly. you stared at him with such adoration that you hoped the press got a picture of his blissful face so you could fawn over it later. "have you even read the things they're saying about you?" he kissed your forehead. "i have a feeling they're gonna grow to obsess over you more than me."

BAKUGO

you heard the impatient jangle of keys as bakugo called after you. "we're gonna be late for our res, baby, get your beautiful ass in the car."

you giggled as you stuffed the last of the stuff you needed in your bag. you exaggerated a gasp and wagged a finger at him. "take me on a date first, mister."

he rolled his eyes. "i am literally trying to do that right now, but someone ain't listenin."

"fine, damn, i'll go on a date with you." you huffed, keeping up with the bit as you walked past him, tossing him a playful look over your shoulder. he smiled softly, following closely.

you got in the car and watched him with starry eyes. he was focused on starting the car and setting the music, but all you could think of was how good he looked in a turtleneck. he had so much faith in that face mask, though, as you'd told him multiple times that it was a really bad disguise.

"you're starin'." he glanced out his window before pulling out the parking spot.

heat rose to your cheeks. he held his hand out and you laced your fingers in them. he squeezed your hand.

the ride was smooth and calm, the hum of the engine complimenting the mellow yet catchy songs playing. you were jamming out until you realized you hadn't moved in a while.

you ducked closer to the windshield. the light was red, and the traffic was piling up. you pursed your lips, glimpsing at the irritated drivers around you.

"looks like we might not make our res, huh?" you mused. bakugo hummed.

"it's whatever, betcha they'll still take us anyway." he grinned mischievously.

you squeezed his hand, chastising him. "kats, you can't use your 'i'm a famous hero' card on date nights."

"m'just teasing, baby." he chuckled softly, leaning back in his seat. his head rested on his shoulder as he gave you a look. "better get comfortable."

you laughed and let go of his hand, turning fully in your seat to face him. "kats! keep your eyes on the road!"

"why? i wanna look at you." he smirked.

snap!

a bright flash made both of you freeze, though bakugo reacted quicker. he sat up in his seat, leaning over the wheel as he peered out your window at the car beside you. the two girls in the front row were fawning over the picture they just took.

he glared. "a couple of fans, i guess?"

you breathed out a sigh of relief. "thank god i was facing away from—"

snap!

you squeaked in surprise and reflexively covered your face. you leaned back in the seat to see a couple other teens laughing triumphantly over their rare photo.

bakugo observed your shock and panic silently before he laughed, thoroughly amused.

you groaned, slumping below the windows. "i was talking when they took that picture, i'll look distorted." you whined, voice muffled behind your hands.

he tsked. "i'm sure they got your good side, babe." he was trying to act calm but really his mind was racing at a million thoughts per minute. he had tinted windows. he made sure to make an appearance this morning so people would think he was out hero-ing for the whole day. was this a freak occurance, or...?

you opened your phone and were flooded with articles upon articles of you and bakugo on your dates. in hindsight, yes, those disguises were really bad. those pictures were low-quality but anyone who was anyone would be able to recognize bakugo's spiky blond hair.

everyone was speculating who the mystery person was and how their relationship would be, etc etc. you groaned again as you held up your phone to bakugo.

"what?" he whispered, breaking out of his thoughts.

"come down here," you motioned for him to join you below the window.

he scrunched up his face. "... i'm not doing—"

"come down here." you hissed, pulling him by his shoulder to crouch below the window's line of sight. he blinked, not entirely surprised or against the action. "look!"

he scrolled through, some news pages looking familiar. he sighed. "my agency was starting to talk about these rumors."

"why didn't you tell me?!"

"i thought they'd handle it!"

you pouted and he softened, kissing your cheek. "no one's gonna get a hold of any bad pictures of you, promise. i'll make sure of it."

you smiled. "really?"

he grinned, lovesick. "yeah." so what if the whole world would know you're his? he could deal with the details later.

muddled banging made you jump.

"dynamight, is that your s/o?!" the girls from the car over squashed their faces to the window, cupping their hands around their eyes.

you screamed and dynamight gave them a what the hell look.

he blast through the car roof, holding you by the waist as he soared upwards with loud pops behind him. landing on a nearby roof, he checked to make sure you were okay. all he was concerned about was the frown on your face.

"what, you not comfortable with everyone knowin' bout us?" he asked, voice soft.

you perked up, shaking your head. "no! obviously not. i'm just..." you curled your knees to your chest. "you're a hotshot and you have so many people after you. dunno if i meet expectations."

"who cares?" he scoffed indignantly. "you exceed mine. that's all that matters."

you giggled, your sad disposition quickly morphing into a smile. "yeah?"

"yeah." he assured you, pushing your knees down and swinging them to the side. the momentum made your whole body twist so that you were parallel to him. he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and you leaned into his embrace.

"now i gotta call that nerd so he can move our car. we're causin' more traffic."

bonus:

"kacchan!" izuku chirped, his s/o on his back as he floated in the air. bakugo's face twisted up as if the green-haired boy wasn't one of his best friends.

"hey." bakugo jerked a thumb at his very broken car. "can you take care of that for me?"

"yeah, i got it." with his gloves on, izuku initiated blackwhip. the tendrils snaked around the car and hoisted it into the air, freeing up that lane once again. "did you suddenly get exposed out of nowhere, too?"

bakugo snorted. "yeah, ain't that a coincidence?"

izuku chuckled softly as he nodded. "yeah, super weird."

who could've gotten the jump on two of the most famous heroes' love lives, anyway?

© miniimight ! thanks for reading <3

[telomeke]

MY 2024 TUMBLR TOP 10

Yes I'm really late with this (totally on-brand for me 🤣) but that is the downside of waiting for 2024 to end before posting about it – and then taking too long to complete the task. Still, better late than never!

I was tagged to do this by @he-is-lightning-in-a-bottle at this post here. Thanks dearie! 🥰 (And if you'd like to play along too, there's no need to trawl through your posts manually, thank heaven. Just go to this website – Jet Black Code – and it'll list your Top 10 Tumblr posts in seconds. 👍😊)

So my activity on Tumblr (particularly writing about Thai BL) took a serious dip in 2024 (especially the latter half) for a number of reasons:

Work has ramped up in the post-COVID era, with work projects now coming onstream fast and furious. This has left me with a lot less time outside of work, which translates to less time for QL-watching, and (obviously) also less time to post about it.

My favorite queer auteur Aof Noppharnach Chaiyahwimhon has decided to step back from writing and directing (see these posts here and here), and in his absence I'm finding that non-Aof QL offerings are (perhaps unsurprisingly) disappointingly patchy in quality, which has turned QL-watching into a bit of a crapshoot (and less of a draw). With my short attention span I frankly need a show to be arresting in some way to stay committed – although I must add here that I don't need it to be highbrow art, just entertaining enough without being unduly insulting to the gray matter. So even a trashy series is fine as long as it's made clear to us we have to leave our loftier expectations at the door (memories of KinnPorsche flashing in my mind here – which also tells me my gray matter can handle quite a barrage of insulting if a show is entertaining enough 🤣). I was momentarily heartened by the promise of Khun Aof helming the GeminiFourth vehicle Ticket to Heaven in 2025 (such a beautiful trailer, a lush mini-movie almost), but I've come around to thinking this is more of an activist statement by him (commenting on the mainstream Christian/Catholic position vis-à-vis LGBTQ+ issues, remembering also that Khun Aof has a Catholic background). With this as the context, there's a high chance this show will never get made due to various sensitivities (but I live in hope nonetheless!):

With Khun Aof taking more of a backseat, my main feed for BL – GMMTV – seems to have pressed the pause button on more thought-provoking fare in favor of shows that are more formulaic and mass-market (read: vehicles for their branded couples, squarely aimed at the less discriminating and freer-spending sectors of the squealing teen audience). I've written more about it at these links here and here. And it's tough to keep watching GMMTV series when the plots don't deviate much from a well-worn template, rehashing narrative tropes because the formula is a proven money-spinner. A case in point: Kidnap the Series – never thought I'd give up on a show brimming with episode upon episode of a macho, shirtless, simping Ohm Pawat, but all that radiant manflesh still wasn't enough to keep me interested, which simply goes to show how dire the situation is. 😬🤷‍♂️ And with GMMTV enticing me less and less, I've been posting even less about BL as a result too.

Anyway, this explains why I have more original posts in the first half of 2024, while the latter half was mostly reblogs of other people's posts (and in keeping with the dictates of the game I'm only listing my own posts here, for what it's worth).

So after all that, on to my Top 10 for 2024:

✨NUMBER 1✨

My most popular post of the year was about a mysterious monk who inexplicably kept popping up in various Thai BLs: 👀

Appearing in Bad Buddy, KinnPorsche and The Sign, he was also sighted in non-BLs Pee Nak (still LGBTQ+ friendly), The Cave, Hemimeta, The Believers and The Murderer, resolutely a monk in all but the last one.

So working collectively, the BL fandom somehow managed to track down and identify the actor who plays everyone's favorite BL-friendly monk – he's Werawat Jumroensarn, not actually a monk in real life but nonetheless still a highly-religious Thai Buddhist who adroitly brings a sagely, monastic vibe to all his roles. The Thai BL fandom salutes you, Khun Werawat! 🙏💖

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✨NUMBER 2✨

This post was an explainer for the sudden flood of videos and GIFs on Tumblr showing Babe Tanatat all dressed up in traditional costume finery and performing a ceremonial dance somewhere outside Bangkok, while Billy Patchanon flapped about him gaily and garudaesquely in decidedly more normcore and less flashy garb.

The event turned out to be a worship ceremony put on by Idol Factory in faraway Nakhon Phanom, to honor the Great Naga of the Mekong even as The Sign deployed naga and garuda mythology in its storytelling, making waves here on Tumblr for fusing Thai supernatural beliefs with BL.

It was a highly respectful gesture from Idol Factory, thanking the nagas for allowing a representation of their story to be told as part of The Sign. Also respectful was the decision to have Billy abstain from the performance, probably because he was playing one of the garudas (who are mortal enemies of the nagas). All of which goes to show just how much belief in the spiritual and supernatural is woven throughout everyday life in Thailand. 👍

Babe, Heng and Songjet's little dance video at the link above is also breathtakingly beautiful. If I were the Naga being worshipped I'd certainly feel very honored indeed. 😍

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✨NUMBER 3✨

Ooh. 😵 This was one sex-drenched post, all about the visual rhetoric surrounding Tharn and Phaya's first time consummating their forbidden love and lust for each other (at least in their current reincarnations) as portrayed in The Sign:

So hot was the subject matter that despite my clinical descriptions and focus on the art direction, Tumblr's wonky algorithms (or possibly just some overworked backroom staff? 😂) decided that it was all too... too... (swoons into a deathly faint here) unseemly for the delicate constitution of the average Tumblrina in the BL fandom. (Yeah, right. Did no one survive KinnPorsche, Pit Babe or Playboyy??? 🤣)

And so they BLOCKED IT. Not once, but TWICE, which sent me scurrying to Admin with a flurry of appeals and explanations (that finally succeeded in getting the post reinstated, thank goodness). 😬

But really, all I was doing was noting how the lighting, colors, props and cinematography were working together to echo the breathless sensuality throbbing onscreen, when our two protagonists gave in to primordial desires much greater than themselves and attempted to unite their bodies as much as they could to counterbalance the heavily pre-ordained intertwining of their souls.

I think Idol Factory did a great job all around with this scene (both the players in front of the lens as well as those behind it). But was my post really all that raunchy though? I'll have to let you decide. 🤔

(above) The Sign Ep.7 [5/5] 19.47 – Phaya hungrily tops a gasping Tharn, even while a hard-working lamp from the Austin Powers range of home furnishings tries its best to do double duty: casting a sexy magenta light on everything while clumsily censoring any possible glimpse of Nagaruda penis and buttcrack 🤣

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✨NUMBER 4✨

Ah. Hmmm. 👀 Oops! Well, well...

I assure you, gentle reader and fellow BL fan, that I am not wholly possessed of a one-track mind – and yet somehow the next post here has also managed to turn all sexy and magenta while winking slyly at unspoken meanings hidden between the lines. Again. 🤣

Taking my Number 4 spot is a light-hearted post about Wandee Goodday nodding tongue-in-cheek at some legendary Thai porn, and this sideways jokery also shone as an example of WDGD's early charm, wit and intelligence. There was so much to look at and write about in the series, and I was especially taken with the lighting and art direction (all that yellow and magenta, standing in for Yoryak and Wandee) that I wrote reams about it.

But then… I decided not to post any of that, when the latter half of the show began to wander woozily about, punch drunk and semi-directionless, leading to an ending that turned out to be quite a letdown.

They squandered the obvious chemistry between the two leads and allowed a promising sexbuds-to-soulmates love story to meander to an unsatisfying conclusion. So many clever elements, but all set free to run wildly in a plethora of uncoordinated directions. This one disappointed me in the end, and it makes me sad to think of what might have been. But its fun moments were fun indeed, so I guess it's not a total loss. Inn Sarin really needs to start dialling back on the plastic surgery though. 😂

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✨NUMBER 5✨

Oh thank goodness there was 4 Minutes for us to lose our minds over collectively in 2024. Sleek, shiny, sexy – and that was just Great's car collection (the show itself, even more so 🥰).

Ah the mystery of it all! So convoluted was the Sammon plot that I found myself churning out post after post (work deadlines be damned) trying to guess at the underlying logic coursing beneath the spooky narrative onscreen, adding to the roiling cauldron of fan theories on Tumblr aiming to explain it all.

In the end Be On Cloud chose a more middle-of-the-road resolution, but there's no denying 4 Minutes captured the imaginations of so many. I remained impressed through to the end, and I will say it again: Director Ning Bhanbhassa Dhubthien is one to watch, especially if her sure hand is allowed to rein in the excesses of Khun Pond and Dr. Sammon's wilder imaginings.

But my most popular post about 4 Minutes wasn't anything to do with the screenwriting, cinematography or directing though. 🤔

As usual, a pithy take (only nine words!) is easier to like and reblog on Tumblr, and all I did was point out a cute detail about the merchandise – when you place the black and white cat plushies (standing in for Great and Tyme) side-by-side, the random color blocks on the side of each, marring the individual symmetry, form a perfect and symmetrical heart when it's cats à deux:

And of course this is signaling how each completes the other in GreatTyme's unconventional, multi-pronged love story. Big AWWWW here 💖, but then again let's not forget how DARK it all is so let's go in with a black-and-white color scheme to remind us we ain't in Hello Kitty World, but also let's not get too dark so it's soft soft kitties all the way, but oh dear that's too cute so let's give them grumpy, frowny faces and make them look as malevolent as can be. Oh! But how then did we end up with MALEVOLENT cat plushies, spawn of brooding kittenish evil, pets and pride of Chucky? Then again, why not malevolent cat plushies for the win? 🤣

I can't help thinking the constant push and pull between commercial considerations versus artistic vision in Thai BL will always follow a similar trackway, though Be On Cloud seems to have done a better job with 4 Minutes than GMMTV on most of their offerings, is my take on the subject. 😍

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✨NUMBER 6✨

OK, so I'm not watching The Heart Killers, nor have I ever seen The Taming of the Shrew (that one episode of Moonlighting and 10 Things I Hate About You don't count), but nonetheless it tickled me no end to see Shakespeare credited as a co-creator on My Drama List for this series, and my Number 6 post was a signal boost for that:

This wasn't just some editor at MDL having a lark, though I do approve. Willie Shakes is also credited on other Asian productions there (As We Like It and The Banquet) and he now has his own MDL page too. 😂👍

Anyway, credit where credit is due! 😍 (Move over Mr. Kaewpanpong, a new William has joined the BL fold. 🤣)

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✨NUMBER 7✨

If you've ever been mystified by the vagaries of romanized Thai spelling and pronunciation, my favorite Thai (and Canadian) chef Pailin Chongchitnant has a nifty little vid that goes some way to explain its complexity, linked in this post:

Prior to this, I had so many questions: 🤣

Why does Pat in Bad Buddy spell his name with an 'h'? Why does Google Translate spell his name with an 'r', and why does the Google lady pronounce it Pat-tara?

Still in BBS, why does Pran's mom call him (to my ears) Bprrraan when Pa calls him Bpaan? (Like, where did the 'r' go?🤷‍♂️)

What's up with the 'l' in Tul Pakorn's name sounding more like an 'n'? WHAT DO YOU MEAN Suvarnabhumi is pronounced more like Suwannapoom!? 👀😂

I now have a better understanding of the linguistic (and socio-political/cultural) contortions going on behind the scenes here after watching Pai's video, and I hold her encouraging words to heart (as dear @recentadultburnout reminded me in a comment on the post 🥰): "Whatever you do, it's just all various degrees of wrong." 🤣 Not a put-down, simply Pai letting us know that the language is far more complex than can be summarized with the puny 26 letters of the English alphabet. 👍🤩

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✨NUMBER 8✨

A little out of character for me, but this post has no images. And then it starts out with "There are no words..." when the post is all words. 🤣

It's really a short post about the whiplash we all went through when the arguably milk-and-water Last Twilight aired its episodes on the same day as the sex-forward Omegaverse-inhabiting Pit Babe. Really, there are no words that can do the experience justice. 🤣

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✨NUMBER 9✨

Are we descending into a pattern here? 🤣 Post Number 9 consists of a single image and no text (except for the subtitles):

Well I did caption it in the ALT Text though: 🤣

Wandee Goodday Ep.6 [4/4] 8.06 – Yoryak references the night it all began, when he rescued a trashy pile of a doctor outside a convenience store

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✨NUMBER 10✨

And rounding up my Top 10 was a signal boost bit of BL reportage, linking to the GoyNattyDream in-car interview on YouTube with Mew Suppasit and Tul Pakorn, BL royalty and officially a couple in real life:

Mew and Tul had soft-launched confirmation of their romance in the months preceding with tons of social media posts showing them hanging out and holidaying together, but from what I can gather this was the first time (or if not the first, at least one of the earliest times) they out-and-out confirmed their relationship, and candidly spoke about it, on the record. 💖

A big step for Thai BL, that paradoxically has to operate in an industry where people in positions of influence can sometimes be homophobic to actors who are (or even suspected of being) queer in real life. 👀

Congratulations to the happy couple, and congratulations to you too, dear reader, if you've read this post all the way down to here!

Not much else to do but tag others – although this is so late I figure everyone's already done it. But since I've not been on Tumblr much I've missed who's done it and who's not, so I'm just going to tag people at random, and if you've already done this please link me to your post so I can read it. 🥰 And even if I've not tagged you but you'd like to play please do so (and tag me too, so I can read your post)!

Onward tagging:

@bengiyo

@neuroticbookworm

@dribs-and-drabbles

@solitaryandwandering

@airenyah

@grapejuicegay

@waitmyturtles

@twig-tea

@rythyme

@respectthepetty

@relativelydimensional

@wen-kexing-apologist

@colourme-feral

@ranchthoughts

@chickenstrangers

@callipigio

@kattahj

@non-binarypal7

@starryalpacasstuff

@shortpplfedup

@hughungrybear

@pandasmagorica

@visualtaehyun

@inventedfangirling

@recentadultburnout

@dimplesandfierceeyes

@dudeyuri

@lovelyghostv

@dc-alves

@fiddlepickdouglas

@hapiestupid

@yinwaryuri

@writerwithoutsound

@randompens

@nihilisticcondensedmilk

@syrinth

@naniskys

@delesaria-blog

@narcissusneverknewme

@pokomumee

@suni-san

@belladonna-and-the-sweetpeas

@aroceu

@italianpersonwithashippersheart

Tagging @lurkingshan too – I already read and reblogged your post (linked here), but if you think there are others I should check out please do let me know! 💖

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Remember this au?

Here's a bit more.

This time it is a dark and stormy night, but it's still not fitting.

Bowser's returning to the castle after a late meeting with Lemmy (which conveniently allowed him to escort a supply wagon of colourful pigments to the part of town where Junior's staying; the meeting came first, that's his story and he's sticking to it), when he spies something suspicious across the courtyard. Technically he's off the clock, but if it turns out to be some sort of attack then he'll get woken up by panicking toads anyway. Better to deal with this now and ask for a raise in the morning.

The bedraggled intruders spot Bowser the same moment he begins to recognise who they are. Lightning flashes, illuminating them and leaving no doubt: hero of the kingdom, Peach, and the former king himself, Mario.

Mario draws himself up, as though to order Bowser's arrest, but then winces and hunches over again. Peach holds him upright, while shooting Bowser a glare. And Bowser...

Bowser doesn't know what to do.

This is a perfect opportunity. Mario's on his last legs, Peach has clearly been through the wringer, while Bowser is relatively fresh. There's no one else around to interfere or tattle on him. It's not a 100% chance (nothing ever is when Peach gets involved), but it's still the best shot Bowser's ever had.

With Mario out of the way, Bowser can keep his cushy job as long as he likes. He won't have to live in a kingdom with someone he truly hates (it takes a second to drag the old hatred up, but it's still there, fitting like a glove). He won't be hounded by the palace guards for doing what he had to live.

But if it ever got traced back to Bowser, he'd have burnt his last chance and he'd be for the hangman's noose before sunrise. And the king knew Bowser's habits, his people, his family. It's a risk.

The rain lashes down. The humans shiver. All Bowser has to do is be enough of an impediment that they catch their death. He might even not be blamed for it.

Mario looks up at him with resignation and not one ounce of fear. How dare he be more afraid of something other than Bowser! What right does he have to look at him with such familiar eyes?!

Bowser inhales. Peach pushes Mario behind her, nearly dumping him in a puddle.

"OPEN THE GATES!" Bowser yells instead of spitting the fireball they were obviously expecting. "CALL A DOCTOR!"

He takes advantage of their surprise to grab them and hurry towards the opening doors. Toads squawk and scramble and seem like they're being a nuisance, all the while getting hot drinks and blankets and clean clothes.

"When did this happen?" Mario asks quietly, looking at Bowser's knightly armour.

And because Bowser still definitely hates him more than anyone else (the problem with gloves, even metaphorical ones, is that they can be outgrown), he forces a nasty grin. "There's a new king now."

...

The new king paces around the corridor outside the royal infirmary, worrying so much that he's going to do himself an injury and be next on the doctor's list.

Much more reasonable, Bowser sits on a bench, enjoying a late supper. He watches Luigi pace back and forth until it makes his head spin.

"Sit down, you're making me dizzy," Bowser says, shoving one of the comfy waiting chairs into Luigi's path.

Luigi dodges it and shakes his head. "I can't sit still. Not when Mario might be -"

"He's in the best place he can be," Bowser says, trying not to make it too obvious that he's hoping for the opposite outcome.

Luigi runs his hand through his hair. His circlet has been discarded on the bench next to Bowser because he kept knocking it askew. His hair is sticking in every direction, his fingernails have been bitten to the quick, and his moustache is a clumpy mess from how often he's pulled at it.

Bowser snags him on his next circuit. He feels so small and fragile under Bowser's hands.

"What have I said about wearing yourself out over things you can't do? Do you think your brother wants to see you all haggard any more than you want to see him like that?"

Luigi's been in the sickroom twice and both times hurried out barely five minutes later, looking nearly as green as his doublet. The healers are good and Mario's apparently stable, but it sounds like there's still a lot to fix.

"I can't do anything to help," Luigi says, sounding close to tears. "What good am I if -"

"Hey!" Bowser barks.

Luigi shuts his mouth and shakes his head.

"You've done your job, let the doctor do theirs," Bowser says firmly. "We're not at war because of you, so we've got the supplies and personnel to help fifty Marios."

And if he hadn't convinced Bowser to playact a knight long enough for some of the stupid ideology to get stuck to him, then that encounter in the courtyard would've gone very differently. Luigi's a great king, it's a shame his reign's going to end so soon.

"I'm just so scared for him," Luigi says, so softly Bowser nearly misses it.

Bowser pulls him into a hug. With Bowser seated, Luigi can bury his face in Bowser's shoulder (good thing he took his spaulders off). Bowser ignores the wet patch growing on his scales.

"Everything'll look better in the morning," Bowser promises, silently vowing to drop the doctor down a well if Mario's condition worsens. He rubs Luigi's back. "And things can go back to how they used to be."

Luigi pulls back just enough that Bowser can see his face. Even with red-rimmed eyes and a fuzzy for a moustache, he's still pretty. Bowser's going to miss just getting to look (he's always been pushing it to touch, but he hasn't had his hands lopped off yet).

"What if... what if I don't want everything to go back to the way it was?" Luigi breathes.

He presses a kiss to the tip of Bowser's snout.

If Bowser were a better koopa, he'd gently turn the emotionally fraught king down and send him to bed on his own with a sleeping draught from the doctor to make sure he doesn't spend the night wide-awake and fretting.

However, Bowser is a thief, a criminal, and a twisted up loyal knight. He's greedy and so incredibly stupid for a pretty face. He's not going to pass up on this chance - the *last* chance he'll ever have - to take the king to bed. Hang the consequences.

It was nice while it lasted.

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Thunder clapped ominously overhead, the old comm-tower shaking from the strength of it; after the roar subsided, the constant drone of hard rain soon resumed its steady pace, pelting against the reinforced windows. Sabine glanced from her seat at the worktable towards the nearest window and watched the rain hammer against the glass, feeling slightly nervous at the howling storm raging outside. The comm-tower that she and Ezra now called home had been through several renovations since she had come to live there some years ago and Ezra's return had only seen more care and maintenance put into it as he brought his own familiar knowledge of its inner workings.

With all the work they had put into it, the venerable old tower should be practically bomb-proof. And yet . . . there was something fundamentally powerful about a storm that awakened old, primitive fears inside any sane person.

Another clap of thunder - and then the lights went out.

"Uh-oh," came a young, nervous voice from across the worktable. As her eyes adjusted quickly to the darkness, Sabine could just make out the anxious face of Jacen Syndulla, her nephew. He had come to stay with her and Ezra for a few days as Hera attended more security council meetings on Coruscant. Sabine had decided to turn it into an impromptu teaching event, which Jacen was over the moon about (Hera considerably less so) learning about Mandalorian weaponry and gear.

She reached out and grabbed his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Don't worry," she said soothingly. "The backup generator should kick in any moment."

"Oh, cool," responded Jacen. "I'm alright, Aunt Sabine. You can let go of my hand."

The sweatiness of his palm said otherwise, but it was cute of him to try to save face. "Hey," she said. "This is for me. So don't even think of letting go."

In the dark, she glimpsed a quick flash of white as her nephew grinned. "Sure thing," he said, his hand returning her affectionate squeeze with another.

Footsteps approached and Sabine heard a sharp huff of breath - her partner, Ezra. "Well, the backup generator should be activating right now," he agreed - and then she felt her boyfriend's gaze fall heavily upon her. "If it was charged recently, that is."

Oops.

She flashed Ezra her most dazzling smile. "I forgot, cyar'ika," she said in a syrupy sweet tone.

He snorted and pulled out from behind him a portable crystal lantern. "Here," Ezra said, setting it gently onto the worktable between them. "Use this for light while I go see what I can do about the power."

"Sorry," she said. He shook his head, his piercing blue eyes showing an exasperated amusement. "I'll make it up to you."

He gave her a beguiling smile. "Hmmm. I'll think about that while I'm out there, being soaked to the bone and risking getting hit by lightning."

Sabine gave a cheerful wave at him, as he left to go grab a water-proof cloak to wear as he risked the inclement weather outside to restore power. Jacen fumbled with the lantern for a moment before finding the power button and the tower's interior was soon bathed in a warm, golden glow.

"Much better," said Sabine. "Bit risky assembling a blaster while in the dark."

"I'll say," Jacen replied, smiling nervously.

She gave her nephew a wicked grin, her hand snaking out to shut the lantern off again. "Which makes it a perfect test to apply your knowledge, my young apprentice," she said in a raspy voice. Sabine plunked a timer onto the table with a thud and set it to thirty seconds.

"You'll be timed for this one," she continued, relishing Jacen's slack-jawed expression.

"But - but why would I need to assemble a blaster without being able to see?" he complained.

Sabine shrugged. "Galaxy's a chaotic and dangerous place at times," she said. "You need to prepare for any and every eventuality."

She slid a small, disassembled blaster, un-powered, in front of her nephew. "Time's about to start ticking, Jacen. You ready?"

He stared at her for a few hesitant moments and then gave a shaky nod. "Okay. I'll do it."

"Brave words," she observed. "Let's see you back it up with action."

She started the timer.

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Three attempts later, Jacen dropped the blaster down onto the table for inspection. The timer dinged a few seconds later.

Sabine turned on the lantern and inspected the blaster closely. "Not bad," she remarked. "But you missed something."

Her nephew's face dropped. "What did I miss?"

Smiling slightly, she stuck a finger through the trigger guard and wiggled it freely.

"I forgot the trigger," he said in a monotone.

"Yup."

Jacen let out a disappointed sigh and laid his forehead onto the worktable. "It's hopeless. I can't figure it out."

Sabine set the weapons aside and watched him carefully. "Your focus isn't where it should be, kiddo," she said. "What's on your mind?"

He was quiet for a moment before turning his face upwards to her. "I think I lost my friends at the Academy," he said quietly.

Sabine raised her eyebrows in surprise. "You lost them? What happened?"

Jacen rubbed the back of his head, a learned nervous tic from his Uncle Ezra. It brought on a small, brief smile that she quickly smothered as her nephew opened his mouth to speak.

"There was a new girl - her name was Vee Chanlim - that transferred into my class today. She seemed nice, but a little shy. One of my friends recognized her family surname."

Jacen paused before continuing. "Her parents were Imperial defectors. Her father was the overseer of a factory that produced TIE fighters. Her mother was an engineer there."

Sabine frowned, sensing where this story was going. Mon Mothma's blanket pardons for all former Imperials - except those found guilty of high crimes - were a widely disputed topic in all corners of the galaxy. With the galaxy still healing from the scars of civil war, the former senator had worked quickly to quell fears of a new purge that would scour every planet in search for people to blame. Hera was in favor of them, always a believer in second chances; the same could be said for Ezra. But Sabine was still unsure of where she stood on the matter.

"My friends . . ." Jacen trailed off, unable to find the words.

Sabine filled in the gaps for him. "Let me guess. They bullied her."

Her nephew cast his eyes down at the table, shame almost physically hunching his shoulders like a heavy weight. "Yeah."

She crossed her arms. "What did you do?"

"At first . . . nothing. I was - I was shocked, Aunt Sabine. They were my friends; I thought they were better than that." Jacen's voice was small, almost pleading. "I didn't know what to do."

"Yes, you did," she replied softly. "Don't lie to me, Jacen. That's why you struggled with it."

He looked at her properly, his eyes shining with desperation - a need to be understood. "It was so hard standing against them."

Sabine reached out and ruffled his hair fondly. "They were your friends," she said. "I get it. But it was the right thing to do. Whoever her parents used to be, Vee is innocent of all that. She didn't deserve any of that bullying."

"I don't know if they're my friends anymore," Jacen said miserably. "They called me all sorts of terrible things . . . "

Sabine sighed. "Give them time, kid. If they really were your friends, then maybe they'll come around and see what they did was terrible and apologize."

"And if they don't?"

She shrugged. "Well, might as well make the separation permanent and beat them all up. That way there's no mixed signals later on."

Jacen's eyes widened at the suggestion, a grin slowly spreading across his face. "There's a lot more of them than there is of me, you know," he pointed out.

Sabine tapped him on the forehead. "Yeah, but none of them have been trained by a Mandalorian and a Jedi have they? One of you is easily worth - how many friends did you have?"

"Five."

She paused. "Oh. Might want to make at least one new friend then to even out those odds a little."

He snorted. "Feel better?" she asked, feeling a little smug that her talk worked.

Ahsoka would be so proud, she thought, feeling wistful at the memory of her old master.

Jacen nodded. "Can I ask you something, though?"

"Shoot."

"How do you do it?"

She cocked her head at him curiously. "What do you mean?"

"In a situation like mine, where you're caught between your friends and your heart - how do you choose?"

At that moment, the lights inside the comm-tower flickered back to life. The door leading outside hissed open and a soaking wet Ezra came inside. "Oh, good," he groaned, almost sagging with relief at the sight of the newly powered lights. "That worked."

Sabine gave him a cheery wave. "Enjoy your swim?"

He glared at her. "Don't start," he growled. "I'm going to warm up with hot chocolate and then get back to you."

"Can't wait," she said cheerfully as he walked into the kitchen.

Turning back to Jacen, she said, "Uncle Ezra's your answer."

"He is?" Her nephew blinked in confusion. "How?"

She leaned in close to the young boy. He was growing fast and soon, she noted with a sour feeling, would be taller than her. Time flies fast, Sabine thought. She wouldn't be able to protect him forever.

"You have a good heart, Jacen. Born from your mother and father, who were two of the best people I ever had the privilege of meeting. You'll meet others just like you. And, in time, they will never be in conflict with what your heart tells you."

Ezra walked over to them, holding a tray of mugs, each filled with freshly brewed hot chocolate and snacks. Smiling, she and Jacen took their fill with a murmured thanks as he settled down next to her with his own mug.

She gazed affectionately at Ezra, still soaking wet, while speaking to Jacen. "In fact, Jacen, those people will become your heart. Your heart and them will be one and the same."

Ezra turned to her, giving a warm, if slightly puzzled, smile in response.

Jacen looked at each of them slowly, understanding starting to dawn in his expression. "Oh. I think I get it now."

"Talking about me?" Ezra asked.

She reached out and gently brushed aside a wet curl of hair from his forehead. "Yep."

He gave Jacen a curious look. "All good things, I hope."

Jacen beckoned his uncle closer. Ezra obliged as the young boy cupped his hand around his mouth and whispered conspiratorially, "I think Aunt Sabine likes you."

Ezra leaned his head back and laughed; Sabine grinned. "Oh, man. I sure hope so."

Her boyfriend took a sip of hot chocolate and turned his gaze towards Sabine. "So. About you making it up to me."

She tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Oh?"

"I had an idea," Ezra said.

"Did you now. Should I call the local news station?"

Jacen laughed. Ezra sighed and said, "Jacen. Close your eyes for a few seconds."

"Why?"

"I'm about to give your aunt a big kiss."

"Oh. Gross," replied the young boy, but he acquiesced to his uncle's request.

Sabine wrapped her arms around Ezra's neck. "A big kiss? That's all you want from me?"

He shrugged, leaning in. She could feel his breath tickling at her face as he spoke, warming her skin pleasantly. "What can I say? I'm a simple man."

She cackled and met him half-way.

END

[n0nexist4nt]

This is just me writing out a bit of the Teleported!Billy x Reader headcanons, go check that out first if you want to.

Teleported!Billy x Gn!Reader ONESHOT

Yummy hurt/comfort shit. One of my favorite things to write aside from fluff and angst.

Cw: Sad Billy, derealization. Btw you live in a city in this.

The thunder outside boomed as lightning flashed through your large apartment window. You sigh as you lean into your couch, eyes closed. Work today was exhausting, the drive back was exhausting, life in general was exhausting. At least your couch was comfortable.

Life was chaotic right now. Well, it was calmer than it was months ago. It’s almost been a year since you had found Billy on the streets of your city. He was doing better since then. Sure, little moments happened here and there and— What was that?

You open your eyes, snapping back to reality. Sure enough, you heard some tiny sounds coming from what was previously the guest room of your apartment. What was the room now? Billy’s room, what else would it be.

You stand up with a sigh and walk up to the door, hearing small sniffles and sobs through it. You frown as you knock on the door, “Billy? You alright in there?”

It was silent for a second before there was a miserable sounding, “..Yeaaaaaah…” How convincing. You lean against the doorframe, frowning, “What’s wrong? You sound fucking miserable.”

Silence. Other than Billy’s small sobs- You waited a bit before sighing, “Can I come in?” There were some shuffling sounds, and then some footsteps, and then a click as the doorknob’s lock was twisted. “Come in..”

You push open the door and step inside, frowning at the robot’s tear-covered face. You reach a hand up and cup his cheek, wiping away a few tears, “Is it one of those moments?” He nodded slightly, not wanting to accidentally bump your hand away.

Your hand was removed anyways as you walked over to his bed, sitting on it. You pat the spot next to you, “C’mere…” Billy walked over and plopped himself next to you, slumping into you as he sniffled. Really, he was only making sniffling sounds- But shh.

You wrapped an arm around him and rubbed his side a bit. He shuffled closer, trying to find a spot to bury his face so you wouldn’t see him crying. To him, it was embarrassing. He was either strong and reliable or dorky as hell, he wasn’t supposed to be sad like this. You understood that, but of course reminded him that it’s normal to feel emotion-

You laid down with him, his face burying into your chest as he started sobbing again. “I miss them,” You heard him sob, “A lot.” You held him close, eyes closing as you let him bawl into your shirt.

Your fingers were soon running through his hair, your other hand rubbing his back. He seemed to like it, his body a tad less tense. He sniffled a bit more, “..This is actually real, right-? I.. still get those weird feelings that I don’t actually exist.” You nod and ruffle his hair a tad, “Mhm. You’re actually here with me. You exist. I exist.”

Billy seemed to calm a bit, his sobs ceasing over time and his body loosening up more. You pressed a small kiss to the top of his head, “You okay now?” His faceplate shifted on your chest, you knew that because you felt it. Billy gave a quick nod, moving so he was practically laying on top of you.

You grunted a small bit from all of the sudden weight, patting his back with a small chuckle, “You’re goofy. I love you-“ He lifted his face up a bit, looking a lot happier. “Heheh, I love you too. You’re comfy.”

“..You want to watch Starlight Knight now? I told you we could watch some on your phone sometime this week.” You smile as you watch his eyes light up, “HELL YEAH!”

Insert really happy ending here

I’m not proofreading this shit

[angstyhikka]

okay so @raptors-n-foxes asked me to give them some art tips and gave me this drawing for a paint over so i decided to make a post so maybe it will help some of you too!^^

Wow theres a lot of going on! Its looks really dynamic and has tension, its really good!

First tip i would suggest is searching for good action pose reference on pinterest just type "action pose sword" pick what you like and apply. Right away i see a problem with a hidden leg and arm not reading very clearly. Also you can fill you character silhouette with black to check yourself if you see whats going on without and details.

Second, use grayscale overlay to check your values, plus you can turn off your line art layer so you can really see if character doesn't blend into the background. I also recommend to get your drawing far away and squint your eyes to really make sure you can (not) see whats happening on the picture. Right now i see that your values got relatively the same except lightning and character really do blend into the background a lot.

Third one. Combine your rim-light as much as you possibly can or it will get really noisy and will be more confusing than helpful for the viewer to read the silhouette better

Whats for the composition i would expand canvas on the right so link is less feel like hes literally being pushed in the picture frameXD

aaand here the end result!

I moved the whole composition to the center erased some of the flash lights while keeping only those that in the center of the composition. Toned down the background, made sure water and pears doesn't blend that much Made water highlights a bit more fitting the shape of the water Made rim-light more consistent, keeping it on the same left side Remade metal shading Aaand toned everything down with filter layers like color, saturation Also i used multiply for characters to make them darker than the background Aand i think thats all! Thanks for checking. Hope it helps!^^

[jestersprivilegee]

Perhaps an alexander hamilton drabble from you<3 I wanna see his character and your writing style saur bad

YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND

a. hamilton x reader

wc: 2,074

“It’s raining and I locked myself out of my apartment haha please let me in yours” AU

Yalllllll send requests, as detailed or vague as you want!!! I’m trying to expand who I’ve written for, been thinking abt Philip and burr a lot 💔💔 Anyway enjoy! 😊

It was a stupid choice to not bring a jacket. It was even more foolish to not check the weather before leaving the house, because what kind of idiot assumes it won't rain in NYC?

Sorry, not rain, pour.

Because of course you couldn't go for a nice walk without it coming down on you. Icy cold water soaked your shirt, making it cling to your skin in the most uncomfortable way possible. The rain was so thick it was hard to see, and it flicked into your eyes, making you flinch with every step. Your tiny apartment came into view, with you hurriedly rushing to the door, almost knocking over your neighbor’s plants in the process. You pulled out your keys to–wait.

Where are your keys?

“Oh, you're fucking kidding,” you growled, rummaging through every pocket twice to enforce their absence. So that makes three things you didn’t do before leaving. No jacket, rain, and keys. The one item you'd kill to have right about now.

No, you were sure you had them. Because how else would you have locked yourself out? So the only scenario would be you must’ve dropped them sometime while walking. Probably when this damn rain started. It's too loud to hear the sound of your own thoughts, much less the jingle of keys falling from your pocket. Well, shit. Only thing you can do now is call your landlord and pray he's in town.

Huffing in frustration, you leaned against the door, desperate for warmth and refuge from the unforgiving weather. The phone rang for a good minute, but to no avail. He didn't pick up. A loud groan escaped you, leaning your forehead against the door as rain trickled down your body. This could not get any worse.

Actually, it could. The National Weather Service just announced a flood warning for the area you were residing in, issuing everyone to stay indoors and evacuate if necessary. Awesome.

You glanced at your neighbor’s door, tempted to knock on it and beg him to let you in. Alexander Hamilton was someone you didn’t know very well. Sure, you'd share pleasantries here and there, smile and say good morning if you ever exit the house at the same time, but other than that you stayed out of each other's business. Was it a little disappointing to have a neighbor who was exactly your type that never talked to you? Yes. Definitely. Absolutely. But the man was not exactly social, and anytime you did catch a glimpse of the recluse, he looked extremely exhausted, so you figured he wouldn’t be thrilled to interact with the weird person next door.

When thunder boomed and lightning flashed, you were quick to pound your fist on his door, silently praying he would hear it over the static of rain. After a few seconds to no response, you brought your hand up to knock again, but the door swung open.

Alexander stood in pajamas and an apron that read ‘I kiss better than I cook,’ his hair drawn in a messy bun. His eyes widened upon seeing you soaked, and it took you speaking for his brain to register. “I, uh, locked myself out. C-could I…?” You bit your lower lip sheepishly.

“Of course,” he snapped out of his daze, moving aside to let you in. “Let me get you a towel.” He disappeared to his bathroom to fetch a towel. The smell of fettuccine alfredo swarmed you, the warmth of his apartment providing instant relief and comfort despite it being unfamiliar territory. He returned a second later with a fluffy white towel, concern etched in his eyebrows.

“Thank you so much,” your teeth chattered as you began to dry yourself. “I'm so sorry–I know this is inconvenient, but I think I lost my keys while I was out, and Mr. Locke won’t answer the phone. I’m really sorry, Alexander.”

He shook his head, eyes briefly glancing at the thin material that clung to your torso. “Don’t worry about it, seriously. It’s a flood watch, and I trust that you would do the same for me if I was in your shoes,” he chuckled.

“Still. I don’t want to interrupt your evening.”

“No, no, you're not interrupting anything! I was just cooking dinner, nothing special.” He reassured. You shivered, and his frown deepened. “You could catch a cold. Do you want to shower? I have some clothes you can borrow so you're not sitting in wet ones all night.”

“A-are you sure? I already feel bad because I tracked so much water into your house, I don't want to be a bother,” you stammered. But you were really fucking grateful he offered because you didn't want to ask, and you were desperate to be clean and dry. Another chill ran down your spine.

“You’re not a bother,” he smiled. And wow, did he have a nice smile. Okay, so maybe this storm wasn’t a bad thing? On the bright side, you finally had an excuse to talk to the cute guy next door. Were you sopping wet and not looking your best from it? Sure, sure, but you could figure out a way to redeem yourself. If there's a will there's a way motherfucker. “Here, I’ll find you some clothes and you can shower. Help yourself to anything in there, please.”

He led you to his bathroom, reassuring you once more that you're not a nuisance for needing a roof to protect you against the storm, and handed you a baggy hoodie and basketball shorts. After showering and being careful not to use too much of his products, you changed into his clothes, folding up the wet ones you previously wore. You felt a little exposed despite practically swimming in his clothes because of the lack of undergarments, but there was no other option unless you wanted to change back into your dirty ones.

Now smelling like citrus, you walked into his kitchen, finding him chopping up fresh parsley for the pasta. You stood in the doorway awkwardly, unsure of how comfortable you should make yourself. He glanced up, breath hitching at the sight of you wearing his clothes, but blinked off any feelings. Just helping a neighbor, he reminded himself. Stop admiring her.

“Hey. I hope you like alfredo. You can have a seat, by the way. Make yourself at home,” he greeted, a friendly grin on his face.

Thanking him again and being rejected from offering him help with cooking, you took a seat at his kitchen table, observing his apartment. It was cozy. A little messy, books and papers thrown everywhere with no real organization, but it was endearing. “Cute apartment,” you commented.

“Thanks. I’m sure it looks just like yours,” he chuckled, plating up some pasta and setting it in front of you. He sat across from you, studying your features for a moment. “I have uh– I apologize for not conversing with you sooner. I feel like this is the first time we’ve actually spoken for longer than thirty seconds.”

“Don’t apologize! It’s just as much of my fault for not reaching out, either. Could never find the right time, I suppose,” you assured. “This looks delicious, by the way. Thank you again.”

Pride twinkled in his eyes as he picked up his fork. “You’re very welcome. I've been meaning to invite you over for dinner sometime, but work has been so stressful I haven't gotten around to it. But I guess the universe did it for me, hm?”

“Mother Nature works in mysterious ways.” You shared a light chuckle, eating some of the food he made. It was incredible, and you were quick to praise him on his cooking ability.

“You sure your apron is accurate? Cause this might be the best fettuccine alfredo I've ever put in my mouth.” Your eyes flickered back to his apron claiming he kisses better than he cooks. Part of you was interested if it were true.

“I don’t know, that’s something for you to decide.” He smirked, keeping his gaze trained on the bowl of food in front of him. Hold on, was he flirting with you? Cause that really sounded like he was offering you to find out, run some tests on the credibility of his attire. And by the way your stomach fluttered and your cheeks burned, you were into it.

Alexander knew what he was doing. He knew exactly what he was doing with the casual remark, then acting like nothing was out of the ordinary. Since the moment you moved next door, he’s had his eye on you. He wasn’t expecting his next door neighbor to be one of the most attractive people he’s ever seen, so it was only natural that he was drawn to you. It was true that being a lawyer had been a major stressor on him which is why he never asked you out, but he was also somewhat nervous. Something he rarely felt; it was weird for him. Alexander was always confident and outspoken. He made his presence known when he walked into a room, and he was not afraid to speak his mind. So for him to be flustered and shy because of one person? You must really be something special. He was intrigued.

“Is that an offer?”

“Might be.” He shrugged, keeping his calm attitude. But he was internally freaking out that you were taking it the right way, even throwing it back at him! He saw the subtle shift in your demeanor, the way your head tilted and the flirtatious smile that tugged at your lips. He wasn’t blind, he knew when to pick up on hints.

“Mm, I’ll keep that in mind for later,” you hummed, eyes narrowed as the smirk never left either of your faces. “Y’know, you never told me what you do for work?”

“I'm a lawyer,” he said, pushing up his glasses that were slipping down his nose. “Constitutional stuff, mostly. Although I have dabbled in criminal defense.”

“Well no wonder you always look exhausted. Constitutional law has gotta be pretty stressful stuff, especially with the state of our government right now.”

He groaned, “God, don’t even get me started. It’s been horrible. This is the most peace I’ve gotten, and the building literally shakes every time there's thunder.” He went on for a bit more, openly stating his opinions about the leaders of the country. He even stated ‘men the most zealous reverers of the people’s rights have, when placed on the highest seat of power, become the most deadly oppressors.’ Pretty bold to talk politics on the first encounter, but to be fair you brought it up. And it's not like anything he was saying was incorrect, either. He was an extremely intelligent and experienced young man, you trusted his word. “I’m sorry, I’m ranting. I’ve been told I talk too much,” he chuckled, shooting you an apologetic look.

He was caught off guard by the pure interest in your eyes. The way you leaned over the table, listening intently like every word he spoke was profound. The wide smile on your pretty lips. “Nothing to apologize for. You're passionate. I like it. I could listen to you talk for hours and not get bored.”

His expression softened the tiniest bit, his heart fluttering. No one had ever wanted to listen to him. Usually, he would have to shout to be heard, and even then it wasn’t enough. So for someone to voluntarily give their full attention while he rambled? The feeling was almost cravable. Alex didn’t know much about you but he knew one thing for sure: he wanted to be around you a lot more. “I appreciate that, truly. Enough about me. What do you do?”

“I’m an artist. Mostly set and costume design, but I sell paintings on the side when I can.” You forked some more noodles into your mouth.

“Really? That's a lot more interesting than arguing with people all day,” he laughed.

“I’d love to see your work sometime.”

“Yeah? You should come over, then. Once I can actually get inside my apartment. I can treat you to dinner, although I don't know if anything I make could compare to this,” you giggled, and Alex found himself loving the sound. His eyes lit up at the offer of sitting down and talking with you again, getting to know you better.

He smiled, “I would love that.”

[frost-queen]

Outmatched //Part 9 (Reader!Holmes x Anthony Bridgerton)

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Summary: When old habits resurface has it doomed everything? Perhaps one is never meant to touch love? Appearing as none can handle the task on their own, a set of schemes have come into place. Read part 1  & part 2 & part 3 & part 4 & part 5 & part 6 & part 7 & part 8 & part 10

Your hands pulled instantly away from him, stumbling a bit back. Slightly shaking your head you saw how Lord Hill’s face stood with confusion. – “Miss Y/n.” – Lord Hill started while you bumped with your back to someone else. You slightly turned, holding your hand up as an apology. Lord Hill kept coming closer, offering you his hand again. No more. Fully turning around you took a run for it. Pushing a way through the crowd. Sherlock grabbed Mycroft by the suit, pulling him along. – “Go that way round!” – he ordered pushing his brother in a direction.

“Wha… Sherlock?” – Mycroft said bumping against a man. Sherlock pointed firm in the direction he needed to go. – “Mycroft!” – Sherlock rose his voice, pointing even firmer. Mycroft nodded shakily, pushing his way through. – “Out of the way!” – he ordered separating a couple to get through. Sherlock went his way, squeezing through the crowd to get to you before you’d head out. You were making your escape to the outdoors.

A flash of lighting making you freeze for a second. Looking over your shoulder, you caught a glimpse of Lord Hill. Shaking your head, you didn’t want to be tangled up in this. You pushed through, making your way across. If it rained it didn’t matter. If lightning struck you, it might end your agony and you’d be blissful about it. This was the very reason you detested the social season.

If you could’ve gone back in time, you would’ve prevented your younger self from agreeing on behalf of your brother. No matter how much you loved him, you should’ve remained headstrong. If only Mycroft wasn’t so cold hearted. If only he dared himself to be vulnerable, he might find happiness or love. If only Sherlock wasn’t so sophisticated. If only he found pleasure in engaging more with others. If only he wasn’t so complicated talented. He’d might find someone too that could keep him company.

Someone equally matched with his wits and brains. Someone who would understand that he needs time of his own. Finding comfort in it. Security. If only your brothers were better, it wouldn’t have to fall all upon your shoulders. Squeezing yourself through a couple, you were haunted by it all. Tears captive in the corner of your eyes. Vision turning glossy, making you blink rapidly to see clearer. You reached the large, windowed doors leading to the gardens.

Grabbing the handle you opened them. Panting loud as the smell of rain whiffed through the open crack. A firm hand pressed itself onto the glass, shutting the windowed door shut before you could fully open it. Startling you. – “Sherlock let me open this door.” – you called out, fussing at the handle. The hand kept the door from moving.

“I cannot.” – a response came, only it didn’t sound as your brother. Blinking surprised you slowly turned your head to the side. Eyes widening at Lord Anthony Bridgerton. His breathing loud, staring rather serious at you. – “My lord…” – you said breathless, caught in his gaze. He took a step closer to you, lowering his hand onto the handle. His intense gaze taking a hold of you. – “Do not do this…” – he whispered, gaze lowering onto you, resting briefly on your lips.

You lifted your chin up, taking a stance of stubborn proudness. – “Why not? What concern am I to you?” – you asked him. His gaze flashing up to your eyes once more. He stared bewildered at you, flung back to his nightmares. The nightmares he had after he had found you in the rain all alone. Sprained ankle. Broken perhaps he thought at the point. The smell of rain so distinct in his mind. The terror swirling around him as he feared the worst. His hand trembled gripped on the handle.

He opened his mouth wanting to rant out words, not the kindest when his pride held him back. He sucked in a breath, turning his head, fighting every urge to scold you. Scold you for being so reckless and taunting his heart. For it can only take so much. – “Am I to expect an answer or do you lack the capacity to be honest with yourself?” – you responded with a little bit of disrespect. Anthony tensed his jaw, opening the door. The cold breeze and sound of rain welcoming.

“Do proceed then!” – he answered loudly, gesturing at the outdoors. – “Forget I was ever caring.” – he outed. – “If you might overlook your own pride, you might have noticed it.” – he ended with a sarcastic smile. – “Caring?” – you said in disbelieve. – “Forgive me my lord but am I to mistake insults for care?” – you replied full of wit back. – “If I am not mistaken you were the first to insult me!” – he reminded you off. – “Only because you were conceited.” – You spoke back, shutting the windowed door to keep the cold out.

Anthony puffed loud. – “Conceited!” – he replied at the brink of losing his mind. – “Take a look in the mirror Miss Y/n.” – he said coldly moving his head up and down on you. You were shocked. – “Thank you for explaining so fully!” – you said back. Anthony and you turned away from each other. Facing away from him, you looked to the side, peeking over your shoulder. A sadness falling over you.

How you didn’t mean all that, but your pride was one to stand in the way. Anthony looked up, slowly lowering his head, gaze casted down. Pride what a vicious thing. If only you could see how much he truly cared. If only he was brave enough to say it. He took in a deep breath, almost thinking about apologizing. Shaking his head, he ignored the matter of his own feelings. He took off, leaving you alone.

Moving your arms over each other, you sulked in pity. – “Y/n!” – lifting your head a bit up, you saw your brothers come near. Sherlock wrapped his arms tight around you. – “You are alright.” – he said out of breath. – “For a moment we thought you were going to do something foolish.” – Mycroft pitched in. – “Perhaps I already did.” – you answered looking pitiful at the ground. – “Sister?” – Sherlock said tilting your chin up for you to look at him. He wanted to look at you. To understand what you meant.

He could always read so much in your eyes; they were like an open book to him. You casted your head aside, not wanting to look at him. – “I messed up…” – you said, lip quivering. A loud sob emerged from inside you as your face fell into your hands. Quietly crying at your own demise. Sherlock wrapped an arm around you, soothing you. Mycroft looked uneasy around. Seeing how you caught some attention of unwanted see-ers. Mycroft snapped his finger at Sherlock for attention.

“We leave for home.” – he made clear, stroking his moustache. Sherlock agreed, escorting you out of the ballroom. The carriage ride home was silent. Not one daring to start the conversation. At your return home, father was rather perplex as to why you had returned so early. Mycroft shook his head, letting him know to drop the matter.

You took the stairs up without a word. Both your brothers giving each other a concerning look. In your nightwear you sat by the window, silk shawl around your arms for comfort. Your mothers silk shawl. There was a gentle knock on the door. – “Go away.” – you said softly not in the mood for any company, yet the door opened anyways. – “You know how stubborn I am.” – Mycroft said popping his head in. – “A simple go away doesn’t do the matter.” – he added with a chuckle, closing the door behind him. You were a bit surprised to find Mycroft entering your room.

It was out of character. If you expected anyone to enter it would be father…or Sherlock, but never Mycroft. He took in a deep breath, watching your room from afar. Moving a bit up, you made room for your brother to come and sit down. He walked over, sitting down by your side. He stared out of the window for a moment. Setting his words right as everything was always calculated with him. Each and every word with precision.

When he looked at you, the words lingering on his tongue vanished into thin air at the sight of mother’s shawl. He smiled saddened, reaching out to feel the fabric on his fingers. – “Mother’s shawl.” – he said brought back to so many sweet memories with her. Despite being a difficult child to show affection, he did very much love her. You smiled faintly back at him. Mycroft exhaled deep, looking up to the ceiling. Whatever pre-calculated words he had in his mind were gone.

“What happened?” – he asked thinking of how mother would approach this. You looked with tears in your eyes at him, trying to keep smiling. He noticed how close you were to breaking apart. – “Let us say I am my worst own enemy.” – you told him doing your very best not to cry. Mycroft took a deep breath, moving his arm around you. Pulling you closer so that you could lay your head on his shoulder.

“That indeed we are.” – he responded, rubbing his jaw against your hair. The door opened slightly revealing a saddened Sherlock. Mycroft sighed loud, waving him over. Sherlock shut the door behind him, coming over. He sat down on the other side of Mycroft. Sherlock moved his arms around Mycroft and so on around you as well.

“We are a broken family… aren’t we?” – you asked staring in front of you. Mycroft looked up, laying his other arm over Sherlock. All too afraid to answer the question, but knowing deep down it might be true. Outside the rain clattered against the window, washing away any stains.

The next morning you were playing chess with Sherlock. – “It is your turn.” – you said looking up to your brother standing with his back to you. Thinking. He hummed confused, turning his posture. He barely glanced at the board as he made his move, taking a pawn of you. He then returned to his brooding. You observed the board closely, thinking of every possible way. If you did this, he might do that. Biting your lip, you weren’t sure what next move you should use. – “Try your horse.” – Sherlock said without looking. – “I can think for myself.” – you answered bothered.

Yet you took the horse, setting it down. – “What are you even thinking off? Your turn.” – you said. Sherlock approached the board once more moving his tower side-ways. – “Your turn.” – he answered smirking. You sighed loud when he stepped away once more. You were observing the board once more, thinking off what to do next. – “You might want to keep an eye on your king.” – you heard him say, annoying you. You leaned back in your chair, crossing your arms. – “Then simply play chess with yourself!” – you announced.

It was after all kind of what he was doing already. Sherlock sighed once, pulling his chair back to sit down. – “You think too little.” – he told you, moving your pawn in your turn. – “You too much.” – you responded as he moved his queen across the board. – “Check.” – he called out pleasantly. You got up, scraping your chair back over the floor. – “Good the game is finished then!” – you responded. – “Far from sister, you can still…” – Sherlock answered but you wouldn’t have ears for it.

Anthony sighed deep sitting rather lowly in his armchair. Sulking in his own misery. Violet was watching him while drinking her tea. Anthony sighed again as she couldn’t take it anymore. She set her cup of tea down, getting up. She gave a kick against his legs for him to sit up straighter. Anthony obeyed, sitting up straighter with confusion. – “I think you’ve wallowed in self-pity enough now Anthony!” – she called out. – “I have not!” – he answered rather childish. – “That is enough!” – Violet shouted, losing her temper. – “I am going to be very clear with you Anthony and I want you to listen!” – Violet spoke loudly making Benedict press his lips together in delight.

Eloise tapped him on the shoulder, coming to sit near him. – “Mother is about to scold Anthony.” – Benedict whispered to her. – “Now that is a sight I would love to see.” – she responded in a hushed tone. – “If you do not start acting up right now, you will lose all your chances at happiness.” – her firm gaze staring back at him. Her expression softened upon seeing him turn inwards. – “You deserve to be happy… do not deny yourself from it. Please for your dear mama…” – Violet came sitting on the edge of the armchair, wrapping an arm around him.

“You are good enough… but you must fight for it Anthony… nothing comes when you stand and wait. You must find the courage to speak up and fight for what you love, for that is true bravery.” – Anthony looked up to her with tears in his eyes, nodding. They hugged as Benedict and Eloise were rather unsatisfied. – “Dissapointing.” – Eloise puffed out.

The wind rippled over the water in the pond. Leaves gently dancing with the flow of the breeze. You stood by the pond admiring the waterlilies. A frog hopped on a leaf making you smile. Hearing some rumor behind you, you turned to look. By the trees stood Anthony Bridgerton. He noticed you as well, making you both look ashamed away. – “Go on then.” – Sherlock whispered to himself from afar. – “Go to him sister.” – he muttered out, gesturing with a little push. – “Anthony… do so…” – Violet said standing not far from Sherlock.

He hadn’t noticed her yet, too focused on you. – “Yes… yes… good sister.” – he mumbled to himself seeing you take slight advantages into approaching him. – “Good Anthony… now go.” – Violet spoke urging her son from afar to do so. Sherlock and Violet watched how both of you attempted to come near yet given up. Shaking your heads, you both turned away, dismissing the matter. Sherlock groaned loud in frustration.

Violet sighing deep. It was then that they acknowledged each other. Slowly turning to each other. Violet came nearer as did Sherlock. – “It appears Lord Holmes… we’ll have to assist a bit in the matter.” – she told him. – “It appears so Lady Bridgerton.” – Sherlock responded. Violet sighed. – “It won’t be easy… my son…” – she sighed again. – “My sister too…” – he answered with a sigh of his own.

Both looked at each other and laughed. Sherlock offered her his arm as she took it. – “Say Lady Bridgerton, what schemes do you have in mind?” – he asked. Violet smiled delighted. – “I have plenty of idea’s to force the opportunity on those two.” – she told him. – “Good.” – Sherlock responded. – “For I am counting on this union formed by love.” – Sherlock continued.

“It is so obvious.” – Violet said as Sherlock accompanied her on a stroll. – “It appears the only two unable to see the love for one another are themselves.” – Sherlock nodded agreeing firmly. – “Shall we begin planning?” – Sherlock proposed as it appears the only way to bring you closer is by the hand of a gentle assistance.

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Thunder storms

It's currently thunderstorm season where I live and I am absolutely horrified of them (always have been) so I decided to write some haikyuu men comforting you (the reader) during one because i desperately need this （；´д｀)

A bit of timeskip spoilers so watch out, G/N reader

(currently writing this during a huge ass storm and I keep getting startled by the loud thunder, LIKE SERIOUSLY IT'S BEEN THUNDERING THE ENTIRE DAY LET ME BREATHE NORMALLY)

Characters featured: Kuroo, Kita, Hinata

࿐ ���*:･ﾟKuroo Tetsuro

"Oh, looks like there's going to be a storm." Kuroo looked outside, relaying the information to you casually. You've always been afraid of thunderstorms while he doesn't seem phased by them at all.

"Oh, really?" you turned your head to the window, and the sky was painted a dark grey. Guess he's right.

You shivered a bit when you heard the sound of thunder rumbling in the distance. Kuroo seemed to take notice of your nervousness, and joined you on the couch.

"I gotta go unplug some devices, I'll be back." you stood up, going to unplug everything. It always made you feel more safe during a thunderstorm.

It seems you were taking quite a while to do that, because you heard a yell from downstairs. "Are you going to make me wait forever, or...?" you could almost see Kuroo's stupid smirky face as he yelled that.

"I'm going, I'm going!" you yelled back, running downstairs. By now, the storm was almost right above you, flashes of lightning illuminating the hallway as you ran downstairs.

"Ah, there you are." he said, smirking at you as you sat down next to him.

A really bright flash of lightning made you jump, and the loud crack of thunder after it wasn't helping at all.

Kuroo's arms around you surprised you, and you found yourself in his embrace in a split second, as fast as the lightning outside.

"What are you-"

"I know you hate thunderstorms, so I thought hugging your boyfriend would make it all better." you couldn't see his face, the only thing in your vision being his dark blue hoodie since he was holding you tight.

"I'm not a kid, I don't need to be hugged!" you wriggled and squirmed in his grip, voice muffled against him.

Instead of letting you go, he just chuckled.

"It's not funny, let me go!" your wriggling got more intense, and yet you couldn't budge much. Dammit, why does Kuroo have to be so strong?

"Hm... How about no?" he asked in a sweet, cheerful tone. "How about yes?" you grumbled through your teeth.

"No can do."

"Let me go right now!"

"Nah."

"Stop hugging me!"

"Let me think about it....nope."

When your protesting didn't stop, he sighed.

"Listen, love, I know you like this, so stop being stubborn and accept your fate, because I don't plan on letting you go till the storm is over. Actually, scratch that, maybe ever."

You started to relax in his hold, knowing he meant what he said. He was right, you did like it. But were you really going to admit it to that jerk?

"There we go, just relax and let me hold you, babe."

"Shut up." you grumbled against him, arms circling around him to hug him back. You heard him make a satisfied hum above you.

"I'll never get tired of your hugs. You're just too cute." he squeezed you gently when saying cute.

"Yeah, yeah..." you mumbled, squeezing him back.

"You do know I meant what I said earlier, right? You're not going anywhere until I say so~" he smiled down at you.

"...I don't mind at all."

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟKita Shinsuke

You were humming to yourself as you went downstairs to find your boyfriend, Kita, sweeping the floor.

"Why are you in the house?" it was currently 6 pm and your boyfriend was usually still out farming at this time.

"There's gonna be a storm,and it ain't safe to be outside durin' one." he replied without looking at you, still sweeping the floor.

"A s-storm, you say?"

"Yes, I heard some thunder rumblin' just now." he told you in his usual calm tone.

"Oh... Okay." you replied, already nervous due to the storm. You walked closer to him, since being in someone's presence made you feel safer during a storm.

"I noticed yer scared of thunderstorms."

I guess you could always leave your observant boyfriend to figure out everything about you. "Yeah, I am..." you said, unsure how to respond to that.

"Why? They're just another weather condition. Are ya afraid of snow, too?" he asked with that freezing cold look in his eyes, making you shudder. He really never holds back, does he?

"They're loud and creepy and if you get struck by lightning you can die." you explained.

"Ya can also die if ya get burried under snow. Shouldn't ya be scared of earthquakes instead? They cause a lot of damage."

You sighed as you flopped down on the couch. "Shinsukeeee..." he was right, earthquakes were much worse statistically speaking, but he just didn't understand your feelings here.

"Yeah?" he asked casually, still sweeping the floor, not registering your whine of his name as a complaint. Or maybe he did, but replied like he usually does.

"I'm-" a loud thunderclap interrupted your sentence, making you squeak in surprise instead of finishing it. You looked over to your boyfriend, who was looking at you, waiting for you to continue.

"Can you just... come hug me?"

"Will that make ya feel less scared?" he asked.

"Yes, of course." you replied, smiling.

He said nothing, going to put the broom away and cleaning up the collected dust and debris, and then joined you on the couch.

He hugged you wordlessly, and you hugged him back, the two of you laying down on the couch now.

"I don't like thunderstorms either, they can ruin ma crops if they're windy." he admitted, running his hand soothingly up and down your back.

"I get that." a bright flash outside made you flinch in his hold.

"I hate seeing ya scared. I want ya to feel safe with me."

"I do. You do a great job, I always feel so taken care of when I'm with you." you raised your head to peck him on the cheek, and watched as his cheeks turned pink.

"I'm glad." he pat your head gently.

"I want ya to be happy with me." he said after a small pause, thunder reverbating in the background.

"I am. You would make a good husband, you know?" you leaned up onto your elbows, smiling up at Kita. It's been on your mind for a while now, your wedding with Kita. A subtle hint won't hurt.

He was silent, a blush creeping up onto his cheeks.

"Ya can't just say somethin' like that outta nowhere..."

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟHinata Shoyo

A bright flash outside made you flinch as you and Hinata were laying in bed. He was dead asleep, you could tell by his gentle snoring.

It seems that there was a thunderstorm outside which started at night. You checked the alarm clock, and it was 5.34 AM.

Your boyfriend would normally already be up by now on his morning run but he's currently on break and has a rare chance to sleep in so you didn't want to wake him.

Actually, even when he's on break he usually is up by 5 AM, something about keeping his routine and that it feels wrong to not do it. And you respect that about him a lot.

You reach out to pat his head, smiling to yourself, when your happiness is interrupted by the loud roar of thunder. He told you he would sleep in today so you two could start the day together.

You thought about getting up for a second, but you decided against it. So you just quietly and carefully cuddled up to him, hugging him from the back.

"...Babe?"

Your boyfriend's sleepy voice surprised you, and you thought you were hearing things.

But Hinata turned around in your arms to face you, eyes fluttering open.

"Oh, sorry. Did I wake you?" you removed your arms around him.

"Nah, I guess I'm too used to waking up early that I wake up early even when I'm not trying to." he said after glancing at the alarm clock.

He noticed the thunderstorm outside, immediately turning to you and hugging you close.

"I'm used to this, but it must suck for you to be woken up by a thunderstorm this early."

You nodded into him, hugging him back.

"I love you, Shoyo." you mumbled into him, and felt him tense up around you.

"Why would you say that all of a sudden?! I- I mean, I love you too." you looked up at him, to see his entire face beetroot red.

"You're so hard-working, always dedicated to volleyball" you reached up to boop his nose "aaand at making me happy." you giggled as he somehow got even redder.

"Hey, I'm supposed to be the one comforting you right now." he shut his eyes, avoiding your gaze.

"Oh, I always forget about the thunderstorm when I see your handsome face." you giggled again, sliding your hand over his cheek as lightning lit up the room for a split second.

He didn't say anything back, seemingly losing his ability to speak. He was so cute when flustered.

After a couple of seconds, he found his voice. "I'm glad I c-can make you comfortable. I always try my best to."

"I'm glad I make you happy, too." you replied, snuggling into him, the storm outside on the out of your mind as your boyfriend filled it up with him instead.

Idk if I wrote kita well, making him sound mean wasn't my intention I tried to make it sound like he doesn't get why you're scared and to convey his ice cold remarks

Also sorry about Kuroo's not being as lovey-dovey as the others 😭