#if they end up the same team forever they will just never feel that joy THEY NEED TO BE ON DIFFERENT SIDES OF THE NET I PROMISE

[thawthebeez]

hey guys. tumblr user thawthebeez back at it again with yet another haikyuu essay B) the topic of today is one that i see NOBODY talking about which is crazy because this motif is (in my opinion) one of the main foundations of the kagehina community.

now may someone please explain to me why the HELL nobody ever talks about how whenever Tobio expresses an insecurity of ANY KIND, Hinata is ALWAYS the first one to swoop in and tell him not to worry about it?

yes, we've all established that Hinata Shouyou is the #1 Kageyama Tobio understander. we get that. BUT THIS IS ONE OF THE MAIN DISPLAYS OF THAT AND I'VE SEEN LITERALLY NOBODY SPEAK OF IT EVER.

i'm pretty sure there's an instance of it in season 2 (either that or my brain just made it up) when Tobio is a little worried about his and Hinata's quick attack not really working out but Hinata tells him "nah you'll figure it out eventually" or something along those lines. i'm not going to lose my shit over it because i can't find it but if you know YOU KNOW.

a part that i COULD find from season 2, however, was this:

here we have Tobio explaining how talented of a setter Oikawa is- how he's so much better than him- and it's clear that this is something he's insecure about given his facial expression.

THEN we have Hinata's INSTANT response:

and it blows Tobio away because WHAT

because, to paraphrase a little, Tobio basically just said "yeah oikawa can make any spiker look good no matter what team he's on" to which Hinata replied "yeah but that team wouldn't be Karasuno" which is essentially "Karasuno is strong enough as it is" BUT- if ur crazy- " dw he wouldn't take your spot babe" (<- which probably isn't how it's meant to be interpreted because they just finished talking about The Team That's Stronger As Six thing so like... context clues. it's probably not the insane interpretation).

ANYWAYS boom there it is. Tobio expresses insecurity, Shouyou swoops in and goes "Ermmmm Actuallyyyyy🤓" WHICH IS SO FUCKING ENDEARING ON IT'S OWN BUT THE FACT THAT IT HAPPENS MORE THAN ONCE AND AT SUCH A CRITICAL POINT TOO

the critical point in question being:

(context: Tobio just came back from his training camp in Tokyo and is a little frustrated because he's gotten so used to playing with other prodigies like himself so to go back to talented-but-not-prodigious players is a bit of a switch for him. don't get him wrong tho he loves this team to DEATH it's just a little different that's all. hashtag number one Tobio apologist right here)

SO THERE'S THIS! and it goes without saying that Tobio is DEEPLY insecure about his late middle-school days and being referred to as a king. Tsukishima adds a little salt to the wound and while I didn't take a screenshot of it Tobio makes this look of absolute HORROR after he says what he says

(which, side note, shows a lot of a character development within Tobio. especially since I've been flipping between season 2 and 4 a lot looking for these clips. Tobio didn't even notice when he was acting kingly before but he realizes it INSTANTLY now which is so so so good for him yayyyy character development!)

this also leads fantastically into my next tangent which is

TOBIO FUCKING APOLOGIZES!

now, admittedly this isn't entirely related to my thesis but i absolutely ADORE talking about this scene and i genuinely think it is one of the most prevalent displays of character development within Tobio because i feel like he tends to get overshadowed by all the other characters (especially Hinata, which i'm not upset about in the slightest like it makes perfect sense and if Tobio got all the attention all the time the show would be soooo unbalanced)

but I feel like a lot of people skip over Tobio's overall development over the course of the show. I mean compare s1 Tobio to s4 Tobio THAT IS NOT SAME PERSON ANYMORE. he grows so much over such a short period of time (which is another essay I could write. something along the lines of "Explaining Why Tobio And Shouyou Need To Be On Separate Teams Actually Because Character Development Purposes" because the amount of people i've seen on tiktok complaining about kghn being on separate teams and how they should just be on the same team forever makes my blood boil violently) and it's so refreshing to see Tobio's growth especially as a big Tobio enjoyer.

ANYWAYS back to the main thesis.

So Hinata steps in IMMEDIATELY here. literally cuts Tobio's apology off because HE HAS NOTHING TO APOLOGIZE FOR. he was expressing his thoughts whatever that's fine he could have done it in a nicer way SURE but listen the guy still has a LOOOONNNGGGG way to go but still, nothing to apologize for. it's just growing pains, y'know?

now the quote "What's wrong with him being the King again?" appearing here isn't the first time we're seeing this. Hinata has ALWAYS been confused as to why calling Tobio a "King" is a bad thing. literally from day fucking one Hinata was like "nah dude I think that title is cool" WHICH, AGAIN, TOBIO BEING INSECURE ABOUT SOMETHING AND SHOUYOU REASSURING HIM THAT IT'S TOTALLY CHILL HELLO?????

LITERALLY FROM DAY ONE SHOUYOU HAS BEEN DOING THIS. THAT MAN MAY THINK TOBIO'S AN ASSHOLE SOMETIMES (and he kinda is) BUT NEVER WILL HINATA INHERENTLY HATE A PART OF HIM. and i don't think they realize it here nor do i think the realization comes soon after but at some point there will be the realization that they love each other. every single part. fucking Tobio probably realized it way back in junior high but that's a tangent for another time.

now this line.... this one right here...... oh my god i can be SO NORMAL ABOUT IT.

the main reason why Tobio had this look of HORROR on his face after he yelled at everyone was BECAUSE HE KNEW THE ENDING. he knew that yelling at them would have consequences (if it weren't for Hinata stepping in thank god). HE'S SEEN IT ALL BEFORE. in his final year of junior high he yelled at his teammates to run faster and jump higher and be better AND THEY LEFT HIM!!!

so Tobio yelling like this instantly makes him afraid that he's just ruined the entire balance of the team. he thinks he's going to be left behind again because he yelled and everyone is going to leave him BUT!!!!!

BUT SHOUYOU IMMEDIATELY JUMPS IN AND SAYS "idc what u say honestly if i don't like i'm just not gonna listen" OR, TO TRANSLATE "i'm not going anywhere regardless of what you say"

Tobio's biggest fear is losing this team. I literally do not need to explain why. that man would fucking DIE for this team (if you really need an explanation just to go the end of the Kamomedai match when Tobio admits that he's upset they lost because he wanted to play with that specific team more).

and for Hinata to essentially say "you could literally be as kingly as u want and i simply would not care, pal, i promise you i am NOT going ANYWHERE!!!" which has got to be SO FUCKING RELIEVING FOR TOBIO.

(also something something "nobody was there" / "i'm here" something something "doesn't matter what kind of toss goes up if you send it my way i'm hitting it" something something they're soulmates or whatever they are literally bound together by the universe they were destined to be together and it's a crime that universe kept them apart for so long and now that they're together they will always BE together two peas in a pod literally inseparable they are hot glued and duct taped together.)

and then there's this. i mean at this point you already know what i'm going to say like you get it by now but again IT MUST BE SO RELIEVING TO TOBIO to know that shouyou thinks his biggest insecurity is cool. that shouyou thinks that it's not something to be concerned about. that no matter what, no matter how much a King he is, they're not going anywhere.

SOMETHING SOMETHING "you drew stars around my scars" IF YOU EVEN CARE

and just the fact that it's always ALWAYS shouyou to do this. the fact that there was dead silence before shouyou spoke up. the fact that it's ALWAYS HIM there to understand Tobio (someone who has been misunderstood for as long as he can remember) GOD THEY DRIVE ME INSANE.

anyways thank you for being a witness to this madness👍

[h33slvr]

your eyes only ~ s.jy

pairing: idol!jakesim x reader

warnings!: very nasty talking, multiple creampies(like 2💔), praising, usage of petnames(baby, puppy), begging, pussy eating, blowjob, violent oral sex, spitting in mouth, etc.

synopsis: today is your wedding day, your getting married to the love of your life, jake sim. throughout the wedding reception your bridesmaids decided it would be a good idea to sneak jake some pictures. bridal boudoir pictures to be exact.

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"time to say your vows." the officiant stepped back and stood with his hands intertwined in front of him.

you and jake both looked at each other at the same time. the sight in front of you was breathtaking, jake in a suit with his hair nicely combed back and a pair of glasses that weren't prescription. you loved every second of this day, you finally get to express your love to your high school sweetheart, your true first and only love.

"gosh, im nervous" jakes accent was thick and his tone was soft, he reached in his back pocket fishing out a nicely folded up piece of paper. his hands were shaking like a leaf.

he cleared his throat and took a deep breath as he began,

"y/n, my love, my light, from the moment i met you. you’ve shown me what love looks like in its purest form — patient, kind, and loving. today, standing here with you, i feel like the luckiest man alive. i vow to always honor you — not just with my words, but with my actions. to stand beside you in the good days and in the hard ones, to listen fully, speak honestly, and love endlessly. i promise to never take you for granted, to always see the beauty in your soul, to make you laugh when life gets too heavy, and to hold you close when we get into arguments and you still want me close. you are my best friend, my calm, my home. i will be there, loving you, walking beside you every step of the way. today, I give you my whole heart, my loyalty, and my forever. because you, and only you, are the love of my life. and forever it was stay that way, I love you y/n."

by the end of his vows he was shaking and crying while heeseung, his best man, was behind him rubbing his back trying to calm him down.

you looked at him and matched his face, pouting as tears fell from your eyes also. the tears were falling fast, ruining your mascara but you didn't care not even a little.

"and now the bride may say her vows" the officiant spoke once more and looked over at you.

taking a deep breath also and sniffling a couple times your mom that was standing up there with you handing you, a nice white piece of paper not folded or anything. you began,

"my love, my best friend, my forever…today, instand before you filled with gratitude and joy, knowing that i get to spend the rest of my life loving you. i vow to always see you with the same eyes and heart that i see you with in this moment — full of admiration, full of trust, and overflowing with love. i promise to support your dreams, because through them I see the amazing soul that you are. i will celebrate your victories and hold you in your defeats, because we are a team — always stronger together. i vow to be patient and kind, to listen even when it’s hard, and to speak with love, even when it’s easier not to. i promise to grow with you, to keep choosing you, every single day, through every season of life. you are my safe place, my laughter in chaos, my calm in the storm. with you, i’ve found not just a partner, but my home. so today, in front of everyone we love, i give you all of me — my heart, my promises, my forever. i also give our beautiful layla a mother to forever remember, i cant wait to give our life another chapter. i love you always and forever, jake sim."

a heart-throbbing sob filled your ears, you look down to see jake on the floor, curled up with his head in his arms. he sobbed, finally looking at you as you crouched down in front of him. "puppy, don't cry. your gonna make me cry again" you already felt the tears forming but you held them back as best as you could.

"t-that was so beautiful baby..i love you so much" and before the officiant could even say kiss the bride or anything, jake kissed you right then and there. you, of course, kissed back, cupping his face sweetly. "i love you so much baby, so fucking much" he kept repeating, jake finally wiped his tears and kissed away any tears falling from your face.

every one sitting in the crowd of people that were there, clapped in celebration. people were even recording the entire thing.

after that happened, the two of you held hands and jumped the broom, laughing and giggling. now the real party starts.

the wedding reception.

you and jake were sitting at your designated table and holding hands at the table as your mother and father came to talk to you two.

"my daughter, you look beautiful" your cupped your cheeks and kissed your forehead sweetly, you laughed and thanked her. "and you found yourself a nice looking man" her focused shifted to jake who was scarfing down fruit from the food table.

he immediately paused and glanced over at you and your mother, his face becoming hot. jake placed the fruit down slowly and wiped his mouth.

his eyes now locked on yours, he was heavily embarrassed. "was the fruit good?" you asked him with a teasing grin. "delicious." jake said back in a low voice, his cheeks hot as he looked away from you once more

at that very moment your best friend, also your maid-of-honor came over to the table, her eyes fixated on yours and jake. "y/n you look so pretty..im glad you picked this one rather than, what was his name..ramond? i think he was wannabe hitman or something i don't know.." you and her both laughed before your eyes followed the polaroid he slipped jake.

your breath caught in your throat. "now?." you whispered to her and she gave you a shit eating grin. "yes, now."

jake curiously flipped the polaroid and instantly his eyes went wide, he let go of your hand. shielding the polaroid like a precious item.

it was you. on a bed covered in white, the only thing covering your body was a pair of black lace panties and your veil. your back arched with your feet pointed upwards. while looking straight into the camera.

jake had to keep his composure and also keep himself from not getting a boner. you were so focused on talking now that he tried to find something to do other than look at you, it was driving him crazy.

but thats only the beginning.

the next polaroid came while he was talking to his bestfriend, his attempts to keep himself together were slightly working. but not really especially not after this one.

you must've requested to do the photos like this.

you in his hoodie with those same black panties, with you legs spread wide for the picture. your hand resting on one of your thighs.

"fuck."

jake cussed under his breath and gulped, his mouth going dry as he glanced over at you. and for a moment your eyes locked which made jake damn near hard on the spot.

the more photos came.

the more explicit they were, and the more jake wanted to fucking explode.

one with you without anything on on your back, legs crossed and your hands over your tits, while looking in the camera again.

or the one were you in a full black lingerie set, sitting in front of the window. your back faced the camera and you came clearing see your ass. the angle alone had jake sweating bullets.

then there was one where he almost wanted to pounce on you.

right above your ass was a tattoo, "jake's property", a tramp stamp tattoo. in the picture you were bent over on the bed, naked, ass in the air so the tattoo was visibly seen. even tho your veil was over your body.

the entire time he was getting these pictures, he was getting hard.

he wasn't gonna keep himself together for much longer.

especially not after you did your solo dance for him, shit seeing you in a tight onepiece outfit as you danced over to him, straddling his lap and just dancing so...sexually.

fuck, he needed you.

the more the night went on, the more he felt his cock stir in his pants. throbbing, waiting to be released.

then finally, the reception was over. he never wanted something to end way before in his life, seeing you so pretty in your wedding dress then the pictures, and then the fucking dance? there was no more waiting.

so when finally when you two went to after wedding hotel, his hands were on you.

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"shit–jake!..wait" you couldn't even process what was going on before jake kissed your neck, sucking and biting like a starved desperate man in need of a meal asap.

he didnt even think to respond. his soul focus was you and that perfect body of yours that drove him mad. "need you–...need" he just kept repeating the same thing.

finally, he stopped his attacks and looked at you with wide needing eyes. you practically melted on the spot

jake grabbed your hand, leading you to the huge king sized mattress, gently pushing you down. "strip." that was all he said and you obeyed. slowly stripping from your clothes till you were exposed and vulnerable to him.

"fuck, look at you."

he gently caressed your thighs and kissed you deeply. the kiss was desperate, sloppy, and down right nasty, he groaned in the kiss. his hands never stopped touching your body.

"jake.." you broke the kiss, trying to keep up with jakes rushed movements. "open" his voice was low, needy. jake tilted your head to look up at him, you eyes stuck on each others.

again you obeyed, opening your mouth and subconsciously sticking out your tongue. you knew what was coming.

he spit in your mouth. a huge glob of spit sliding down your tongue, cold and fuckin nasty. a smirk formed on his lip as he watched you swallow his spit like it was the most delicious thing you ever tasted.

"nasty fuckin, whore."

"you been driving me crazy all fucking night, baby." he leaned in and whispered in your ear. "be a doll for me and fix the problem you caused." your eyes trailed down to where his hand was, rubbing himself through his trousers.

your breath caught in your throat.

a wicked smirk formed on jakes face, his eyes dark with lust as he stared at you. "get on your kness." his voice was calm..a bit too calm.

still you got on your knees, easing off the bed carefully, looking up at him as your tits bounced once you settled on the floor.

"look at you, my pretty wife, on her knees for me" he chuckled and grabbed you by your throat, "you must want me to cum all over your pretty tits, isnt that right?" you nodded, before your mouth could move.

jake let go of your face, before unbuckling his belt, letting his pants pool down to his ankles as he freed his aching cock from his boxers.

his cock was hard, his tip almost fully red. he was painfully hard. those pictures did numbers on him, your eyes locked on him stroking himself while groaning and looking dead at you.

"shit, open that pretty mouth for me.."

he moaned as he pushed his length into your mouth, his hands in your hair to keep you still so he could use you. his thrusts started off harsh and needy. you gagged and closed your eyes, gripping his thighs.

"baby, look at me." instantly his voice caught your attention, as you looked up at him, eyes glossy as tears streamed down you puffy cheeks. "such a pretty thing, fuck–.." his tip hit the back of your throat over and over.

each gag, cough, whine or any noise you made only turned him on more.

then, a low whimper left him. he was close, so so close.

"fuck baby, want me to cum all over those pretty tits? and that gorgeous face, hm?" you hummed in response, sending vibrations down his length.

"shit."

he pulled out your mouth and pumped his cock, his hand moving fact as his moans and whimpers got louder, then he broke. "fuck!.." jake groaned as thick, hot, white ropes shot out his cock. painting your face, your tits and some of your hair.

he whined as his hips bucked into his hand, slowly coming down form his high.

for a moment it was a little quiet. before jake picked you up, gently, and laid you down on the bed. cum still on your body, making you all sticky.

his mouth instantly found your soaked cunt, without a single warning he licked a long strip between your folds. a loud gasp leaving you as you spread your legs wider for him, allowing him better access to where you needed him the most.

"oh god–..jake.." he latched his lips on your clit, sucking and slurping like a starved man. "taste so goddamn..sweet.." his breath hot against your aching pussy.

the abuse on your puffy clit went on for what felt like hours, until he sunk his fingers into you.

two long but thick fingers, thrusting into your warm and slippery cunt. hitting your g-spot everytime, making you see stars. "puppy..mgh.." you whimpered. your thighs twitched as you felt your orgasm build fast.

but then the sensation was gone.

"puppy?.."

you panted out, your eyes locked on his. jake smiled up at you before standing up, his body looming over yours.

"you don't get to cum yet, not until i say so. okay baby?" helplessly, you nodded and pouted from how your neglected pussy clenched around nothing.

for a moment, jake just stared at your trembling body. his eyes trailing over every dip, mark, and flaws on your body. thats when you felt it...his cock heavy, thick and pulsing against your folds.

a smirk formed on his lips. feeling your throbbing pussy against his cock. "such a needy pussy, baby. you want me to fill this tiny little cunt up?" he leaned in and whispered into your ear, softly kissing down to your jaw then your collarbone.

"yesyesyes..puppy please"

"good fuckin girl, baby" jake lined up his aching cock against your entrance, before thrusting in with one go. a low, deep groan left him as he bottomed out. earning a high pitched moan from you. "jake!.."

his thrusts were erratic and needy, praises and sweet nothings leaving his lips like rapid fire. "my beautiful-hah-girl..such a beautiful fucking girl for me" he thrusts became more and more sloppy.

he was close. so goddamn close.

"fuckkk–..take it, take it baby..j-just like that.." a soft, deep whimper left him. "puppy..'m gonna–cum.." your nails scratched his back, leaving very noticeable red marks on his back.

hearing this, he reached between you two and rubbing your puffy clit in tight circles. "ohhh, fuckfuck!.." you cried out. your hands rested besides his face now. while your rolled in the back of your head.

your orgasm hitting like a brick, you blacked out a couple seconds. painting his cock in a pretty white. "look at you baby, cumming on my cock like that. shit–" and as if on cue he let out a loud groan, releasing his load inside your sobbing cunt. coating your gummy, velvety walls. "oh fuck.."

his thrusts slowed as he rode out yours and his release. soft whimpers and moans, falling from your lips as your thighs trembled uncontrollably.

"turn over for me.." jakes voice was rough, his eyes now on yours, his gaze more softer than before. obeying, you turned over, ass in the air as you put your face in the pillow beneath you.

and there it was. the thing he's been dying to actually see, the tattoo. "fuck, you actually did do it." his fingers grazed the black ink on your smooth skin. his eyes never leaving the sight in front of him.

"my pretty baby.."

without another thought, he lined himself up and thrusted into you again. no warning or anything. "hah!..puppy.." you whimpered, gripping the sheets underneath you. the angle made his cock go deeper inside you, a bulge appearing in your stomach from how deep he was.

"so deep–..mgh..oh fuck.." you cried, you knuckles turning white from how tight you were gripping the sheets. his hips snapping against yours relentlessly, while he whispered praises in your ear like, "this pretty pussys gripping me like she doesnt wanna let me-fuck-go".

the hot breath on your ear made you squirm under him. "don't run from it. just take it, baby" jake gripped your hips tightly, not letting you move another inch away from him.

"want you to cum on my cock baby, come on let me feel you.." you whimpered at his words, your pussy clenching around him like a vice as his fingers rubbed your clit in tight and fast circles. "be a good girl for me..." then you shattered.

your orgasm hitting harder than a pile of bricks, eyes rolling in your head as silent gasps left your swollen lips. you heard a loud deep moan from jake as he slumped over you. "fuck, you looked so hot squirting on my dick like that" you hadnt even notice you did, but there beneath you was a huge puddle of your liquids. you blushed from embarrassment and hid your face in a pillow.

"p-puppy..mm–" jake kissed your shoulder then down the arch of your back. the salty taste of sweat on his lips. his thrusts slowed as he whined, his hips shuttering against yours before he released.

a heavy load, coating your walls and leaking out of your spent pussy. "so good for me baby..i love you" he kissed your lips repeatedly, the kisses soft and loving.

"i love you too, puppy..."

"god, 'm so glad i married you."

you giggled and kissed his forehead. "and im glad i married you."

[dollfacefantasy]

make up sex w/ billy butcher ♡

billy butcher x fem!reader cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, daddy kink a/n: eeeee i'm so excited for the last episode

Weeks of torture lead to this. Almost a month of clipped tones and cold stares, fake smiles and pushing the line between love and hate. It all leads to nights like tonight. They were why you put up with all of it.

You and Butcher had a fight a couple weeks ago. It wasn't relationship ending, but it was more tense than most. Strained the two of you enough that the rest of the team could tell something was up.

But right now, you couldn't even remember what the disagreement had been about. Something with some recon assignment - he should've done this, or you should've been somewhere. It was currently lost in your mind because it was hard to care about anything else when the swollen tip of his cock was nudging against all the right spots inside you.

He had you on your back in his bed, his arms hooked behind your knees to keep you in place. You had your arms around his neck the best you could. You wanted him as close as possible. As much as he'd pissed you off, you really did miss him.

You missed the soft, syrupy headspace he could coax you into. The one that made you look at him like he hung the moon and stars and sculpted all the earth's mountains. The one you were in at this moment.

"Daddyyyyy," you whine for him, your arms closing tighter over his shoulders.

A breathy groan rumbles against your neck. It made him feel so fucking pathetic, but every time you said that it was like a spool of ribbon unraveled in his belly. The words that follow don't even feel like his own. It's like they've been carved into his consciousness by some divine being that ensures your pussy never strays too far from him.

"Daddy's here, baby. Daddy's right here. He's taking care of you."

Those mumbled reassurances have your walls constricting around him, trying to lure him further in and then lock him down there forever. He feels your thighs trembling so hard against his sides that they're practically vibrating. You needed this.

"Fuck, you're gonna push me out. Too fucking tight," he grunts.

"Nuh uh, daddy's too fucking big," you laugh and nudge the side of his head with your nose.

He glances over at you, chuckling at your dopey smile. His mouth lands on yours for a sloppy kiss. Your lips slide against one another with the momentum of his thrusts.

"Yeah? Or is flattery how you apologize, love?" he teases.

That gets a laugh out of you. "It's not flattery if it's true."

Your giggles are cut short by more of your own moaning, the sweet bursts of joy morphing into whiny cries. You try to roll your hips up to meet his pelvis, to get him even deeper, to get more friction on your throbbing clit.

If you were more lucid, you'd feel how smug he was oozing off of him. He took great pride in the fact that he could get you like this. That he could take you, totally capable and independent, and fuck you till you were whimpering daddy and rutting against him like it was all you were good for.

"You want it bad, don't you? I could probably sit still and let you just fuck yourself on my cock and get the same feeling," he murmurs.

That earns him a wild head shake from you. "Noooo," you plead, "Not the same as when daddy does it."

"Oh, not the same, hm?" he mocks, "Guess I have to keep going then. Can't leave you unsatisfied."

Your head bobs up and down as you nod. You were getting so close. It'd be plain cruel to tease you like that now. He was getting close too. The pulsating warmth of your hole was too much for him to resist much longer.

"Where do you want it, baby?" he asks mid-pump.

"Inside, daddy. Pretty pretty please. Need it inside," you beg automatically.

He'd have to be evil not to give you a creampie right now. Not after the weeks you spent abstaining from his cock. No, tonight you needed his load shot deep in your cunt.

"My girl," he coos and pecks your temple, "You need the reminder of who you belong to."

You nod eagerly. You needed the physical manifestation of the end of this fight. The ropes of his cum fired inside you would seal the deal.

So that's what he does. You squeal, and your entire body contracts as the bubble of euphoria inside you pops. Your hands scramble to grab at him.

"Daddy, daddy, daddy. Fuck, fuck, fuck," pours from your lips.

He strengthens his hold on you, presses you down so hard into the mattress that it's shocking the wood doesn't snap. He chokes out a loud groan and unloads himself inside you. His hips fuck against you in sharp bursts. His breaths come out in rough pants. As much as he loved what he did to you, what you did to him was a sight to behold as well.

When you've both come down, he rolls off of you. You both get the chance to breathe and cool down, before he tugs you close again and nuzzles the top of your head.

"You feel better now, darling?" he smirks against your hair.

"Mhm," you answer with a dreamy sigh, "Never gonna fight again."

[woso-story]

Through Thick And Thin - Part Six

Alexia Putellas x Reader - Other Parts

The laughter and lightness didn’t last. They never do when life keeps moving, while you’re stuck in place.

The joy from the Copa de la Reina final, the feeling of being back with your team—even if just on the sidelines—was something you tried to hold onto. But in the end, it was like trying to catch water with your bare hands. Eventually, the warmth slipped through your fingers.

It was mid-June now. A month since the accident.

Thirty days of pain, of progress, of frustration. Thirty days of staring at the same white ceilings. Of counting the seconds between painkillers. Of pretending you were okay when your heart was aching in places no medicine could reach.

And through all of it, there was Alexia.

Her love had become the only constant in the chaos. She had cared for you in a way no one ever had—without hesitation, without complaint, without making you feel small for needing help. She was your steady rhythm when the rest of the world felt like noise. Every bruise, every scar, every breakdown—you let her see it all.

You didn’t know you could love someone this much.

But love couldn’t stop time. Love couldn’t keep her here forever.

She sat on the edge of your bed that morning, lacing up her sneakers with slow, reluctant fingers. The soft hum of the suitcase wheels echoed faintly from the hallway.

The Spanish national team had called her in. The European Women’s Championship was two weeks away. And the truth was—she had to go.

Normally, you’d have been packing too. Preparing to join your German teammates, sharing hotel rooms with girls you’d grown up with. Laughing with Lea and Giulia, planning for penalties and late-night team talks.

Now? You were stuck on the sidelines—literally.

You’d put on a brave face. Told Alexia that of course she had to go. That you would be fine. That Mapi would take care of you. That you’d cheer for her from the couch like the proud girlfriend you were.

But deep down, your chest felt like it was cracking open.

You wanted to be strong for her, so you smiled. But when she knelt beside you and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, you couldn’t help the tears that threatened to spill.

“I hate this,” you whispered.

Alexia leaned in and kissed your forehead. “I’ll be back before you know it. And you’ll be better. Stronger.”

You gripped her hand tightly. “Promise me you’ll give your all.”

She smiled, even though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Promise me you’ll rest.”

She left later that morning, suitcase in hand, and your heart left with her.

The silence after the door closed was deafening. No laughter in the kitchen. No familiar footsteps. No soft voice asking if you were okay.

Just the buzz of your phone and the pressure behind your ribs.

Mapi arrived two hours later with a giant bag and a chaotic kind of energy that you didn’t know you needed.

“She told me to feed you, hydrate you, and report back every night,” Mapi announced as she kicked the door shut behind her. “Also to make you laugh at least twice a day.”

You blinked at her. “You’re not serious.”

She grinned. “Dead serious. I’m basically your jailer. A very stylish one.”

It was strange at first—adjusting to her instead of Alexia.

But Mapi… Mapi was a walking contradiction. Blunt and goofy. Gentle and bold. She helped you shower without flinching. She never made a big deal when you winced in pain. And she always made sure the remote was in your reach.

“I can handle this,” you told her on day three.

Mapi just laughed. “I know. But you don’t have to.”

Evenings were the best. She’d sprawl on the rug with a drink in hand, telling wild stories about Barcelona trainings or Ingrid’s weird sleep habits. She made you laugh—God, did she make you laugh.

Sometimes, it hurt too much, and you’d hold your ribs with a scowl while she cackled.

“Okay, okay, no more,” she’d say. “Back to boring stories. Like the time I reorganized my fridge alphabetically.”

You didn’t tell her, but those laughs saved you a little.

Rehab was still going slowly. Light stretches. Controlled movements. Gentle massages to remind your muscles that they still had a job to do.

Progress was slow. Some days, your leg felt like it wasn’t even part of you. Other days, it felt like it was screaming.

The worst part wasn’t the pain—it was the not knowing.

Would you play again? Would you ever be you again?

But every time you wanted to fall apart, Mapi was there. And every night, she called Alexia with a full report, just like she promised.

“She’s being annoying again.”

“Her progress? Slow but steady.”

“Tell her yourself. She misses you.”

You didn’t say it out loud, but you loved her for those calls.

The plan was that in two weeks, you’d fly home to Munich. Stay with your family. Maybe attend a few Euro games in Switzerland, if your body allowed it. If your heart could handle it.

Mapi would fly out directly to Switzerland to meet up with Ingrid’s family and cheer for her girlfriend.

You were both missing pieces of your lives. But somehow, you filled those spaces for each other. With jokes. With care. With unspoken understanding.

And while the world kept turning without you—you held on.

To the quiet strength of friendship.

To the fire still burning in your chest.

To the hope that one day, you’d be out there again.

Not just watching.

But running.

Chasing.

Winning.

Living.

[daniiiboo]

day 2 - the gift you didn't expect - lh43

summary - Luke has been hinting about a mysterious gift he's been working on for months. You try to figure it out, but the surprise is something you never could have imagined.

trigger warnings - nothin !

dani's thoughts - kinda starts off the same as day 1's fic, but it changes ! kinda the same with the ending :p I dunno how I did this tbh !

word count- 880

find the rest of my 12 days of chrismas here !

Christmas Eve had always been your favorite time of year. The snowflakes gently falling outside, the warm glow of lights on the Christmas tree, and the smell of pine mixed with cinnamon, everything about the holiday season filled you with warmth. But this year felt a little different. Luke Hughes, your boyfriend, had been away with his hockey team for the past few weeks, and while you were excited for him, you couldn’t help but miss him.

You had spent the evening preparing your apartment, decorating the tree, baking cookies, and wrapping presents for friends and family. Still, something was missing. The one thing that always made Christmas feel complete: Luke.

As the hours dragged on, you tried to stay occupied. You were just about to curl up on the couch with a book when your phone buzzed.

Luke: “hey, I'm coming up, will you let me in?"

Your heart skipped a beat. After weeks of silence and short texts, Luke was finally coming home. You quickly rushed to get ready, adjusting the Christmas lights and making sure the apartment looked perfect.

A knock at the door startled you, and without thinking twice, you rushed to open it.

Standing there, in the glow of the Christmas lights, was Luke. His familiar smile spread across his face, and his eyes sparkled with excitement.

“Merry Christmas, (Y/N),” he said softly, stepping inside.

“Merry Christmas!” You couldn’t contain your joy as you threw your arms around him, feeling his warmth seep into your cold skin. "I missed you so much."

Luke chuckled, holding you tightly.

“I missed you too. But I’ve got something for you.” He pulled away slightly, his grin never fading as he reached into his bag and pulled out a small, wrapped box.

"Wait! Come inside, it's cold out there" you explained, pulling Luke inside, letting him take his coat and hat off, and leave his bag by the door.

"Okay now let me see it" you say, holding out your hands as the two of you sit on the couch.

You raised an eyebrow.

“What’s this?”

“You’ll see,” he said with a playful glint in his eyes.

With trembling hands, you unwrapped the gift, slowly peeling away the paper. Inside, nestled in a small velvet box, was a beautifully crafted pendant. It was a delicate silver locket, its surface etched with a small snowflake and the word "forever" engraved on the back.

But that wasn’t what made your heart race.

When you opened the locket, inside were two pictures. One was of you and Luke, smiling on a beach during a trip you’d taken together. The other was of Luke, dressed in his hockey gear.

You stared at the locket, speechless, your fingers gently caressing the pictures.

“Luke… I don’t understand,” you whispered. “It’s beautiful, but…”

Luke smiled, his expression softening as he took your hands in his.

“I know it’s not much, but… this is something I’ve been working on for months. I wanted to give you something that meant something to both of us.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“What do you mean?”

Luke took a deep breath, clearly nervous.

“I’ve been collecting photos, memories, little things we’ve done together over the past year. Every time I was on the road, I’d think of you and how much you meant to me. I wanted to make something that would remind you of me every day, even when we’re apart. So, I made this locket. It’s more than just a piece of jewelry, it’s a symbol of us, our memories, and the moments I want to keep with me forever.”

Tears welled in your eyes as you looked up at him, overwhelmed by the thought and effort he had put into this gift.

“Luke… you really went all out. You’ve been working on this for months?”

He nodded, his voice steady but full of emotion.

“I wanted it to be perfect. I wanted you to know how much you mean to me. I know I’ve been away a lot, but you’re always in my heart. I’m not perfect, but I want to be there for you, always.”

You couldn’t hold back anymore. You wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in his chest as your tears fell freely. Luke gently held you, his hand running through your hair.

“Hey,” he whispered, his voice full of affection. “You’re my everything. This Christmas, I just wanted to show you that, no matter where I am, you’re always with me. I’ll carry you in my heart wherever I go, and I hope this locket reminds you of that.”

You pulled back slightly, wiping away your tears as you smiled at him, your heart swelling with love.

“This is the best Christmas gift anyone could ever give me, Luke. Thank you for making it so special.”

Luke grinned and kissed your forehead softly. “Anything for you. I’m just glad we’re together now.”

With that, he gently closed the locket and placed it around your neck. It rested perfectly against your chest, right over your heart. You reached up to touch it, feeling the warmth of his love and the care he had put into this beautiful gift.

The rest of the evening passed in a blur of laughter, warmth, and shared moments as you both enjoyed your Christmas together. As you cuddled on the couch, sipping hot cocoa and watching Christmas movies, you couldn’t help but feel incredibly lucky. Luke’s gift, a symbol of his love, would stay close to your heart forever.

And as the snow continued to fall outside, you realized that this Christmas was perfect—not because of the gifts, but because you were with the person who meant everything to you.

[tcifob]

'Contribute to the good in the world' - Former USWNT stars Christen Press and Tobin Heath ditch rigidity to embrace new life with their bundle of joy, adopted Doberman Bobbi

Press and Heath team up with PETA after adoption path helps them find their forever love, Bobbi

World Cup Champions Christen Press and Tobin Heath have a new trophy in their home: Their adopted puppy, Bobbi.

Press, a forward for Angel City in the NWSL, and Heath, a retired Olympic gold medalist for the U.S. women's national team, never thought they'd be at this phase of life; parenting a pup and feeling a level of joy so robust that winning a World Cup title, twice, hardly feels comparable.

Press has been with Angel City since 2021, and in 2022 faced a severe ACL-tear that required four surgeries to repair. The forward didn't return to play for 781 days, but eventually found her way back in August of 2024. To kick off the new year, she renewed her contract with Angel City through 2025.

Since being back with the Los Angeles club, Press has taken on a leadership role with the team, jokingly, known as young superstar Alyssa Thompson's mother. Heath, Press's partner, is retired from professional soccer, but has stayed close to the game working as an entrepreneur and also part of a FIFA technical study group around the Club World Cup.

In between podcast recordings, practices and study groups, Press and Heath still find themselves at their local farmer's market every weekend. One day, just a typical trip for some fresh produce and local goods ended up with the couple bringing home a new member to the family.

It all started at the farmer's market

"She [Bobbi] was born on Jan. 1 and about eight weeks later, we saw her at the farmer's market," Press told INDIVISA.

When Press and Heath go to the market, they are often on a mission. Heath is typically distracting Press from the dog litters - but on this particular day there were 10 Doberman Pinscher puppies. Whether it was the big batch of spinach that changed the couples mind or something else fresh that day, Press and Heath became puppy parents.

It was an easy yes for Press, but Heath wasn't quite sure she was ready to be a dog mom yet. Fostering felt like a good compromise. So that day, they took on the admirable responsibility as foster parents.

"I was very committed to being a good foster mother," Press said. "I was going to take her to all her adoption events and I didn't think I would keep Bob because, you know, I'm playing and I'm traveling a lot. But three days later there was a yoga adoption event. And I said, 'OK, Tobin, you're gonna have to take Bob all the way to Pasadena to this puppy yoga adoption event'.

"And she was like, 'I am not taking my dog to get adopted.' And I was like, 'Oh, this is our dog, now.'"

And, just like that, a PETA campaign was in the making. Press had worked with the organization before. It had been more than a decade ago, but the sentiment was the same.

"I am a big believer that if you wake up and you're just a positive and energetic person that works on your healing and spreads good energy - you are contributing greatly to the world," she said. "And, right now, the world feels heavy and I think there's just so much fear and darkness right now. And I think the little ways that we can all contribute to the good in the world, they're really fulfilling. And I think adopting a pet is something that all of us should consider if we want to have animals in our home."

'We were thinking about the responsibility'

Being a professional athlete has been all Press and Heath have really known. The are used to the grind, the strict scheduling and travel, but also rigor with almost everything they are involved in.

"I think that before we had a dog, we were very happy being like one of the few people not attached to a pet. And I think we had a fear that we'd be the person who thought 'I have to leave early to go let my dog out.'

"But, I think what we found was like we were thinking about the responsibility, but we weren't thinking about the joy."

Press added, "As we transition into the next phase of life, it's been really beautiful for us to realize the joy. In making choices and making sacrifices to take care of something else. So I think that's the greatest gift that Bob has given us during the hecticness and the chaos of our lives, is like remembering that giving is so nourishing. And remembering to slow down and do the simple things like go on a walk and hang out at your house. Those little things make your your animal so happy."

'Live a life where she gets to be brave'

Press has brought Bob around the team on many occasions, and is very much proud to have her meet all of her teammates. There are many prideful dog moms in the NWSL, and on Angel City alone they will have puppy pop-up events and even sell Angel City FC merch for pets.

When asked what kind of parents Press and Heath are striving to be for Bob, Press answers thoughtfully, taking a pause.

"We're in a high training zone to try to get Bob to be able to understand us in the best possible way," Press said. "All so that she can live a life that's like, totally free. And everywhere we go, she goes! We're traveling people. We've traveled the world our whole lives. We're not going to stop now.

"And, you know, I hope that Bob gets to live a life where she gets to be brave, she gets to face her fears and she gets to experience new things. I hope her life feels like the vision of a dog running in a big and open field. That's what I want her life to be like."

[nights-at-crystarium]

While I'm ancient-trio-posting, wanna hear a bit about their dynamic?

Hythlodaeus and Hades are old friends, roommates, even. A genuinely mature, established couple. I haven't really thought too far back in time yet, so maybe childhood friends to lovers because no one else in my story has this trope yet. I leave it open-ended for now. What matters is that they're very chill and stable together.

Azem, not-yet-Azem but a mere apprentice of Venat, has a certain secret, harmless to the world, but potentially ranging from laughable, cringy, personally embarrassing to legally punishable, should it be brought in front of the Convocation, like all lies it's doomed to be revealed in time, he already hangs out with one of the Big People and there are talks about Venat's retirement, our little not-yet-Azem feels like he might get recommended, and must find help with his silly secret before that.

Hythlodaeus, Chief of the Bureau of the Architect, has ever been kind and patient with not-yet-Azem's concept submissions, and generally seems like a reliable and open-minded person, so our guy asks for his advice on the matter. Of course he isn't let down, the nitty gritty of it I'll leave for later. The important part: he and Hyth grow closer, and Hades, already being joined at the hip with Hyth, is in on the secret as well. It's just a vulnerability that I use as a means to win over Hades's heart. Be genuine, beg for his help, rely on him, and he's yours.

Venat retires, the new Azem takes the seat, his secret's safe/resolved (forget about it, it's played its role of the glue for our trio), things are chill for a while, the trio grows into a proper throuple, Hades is recommended for the seat of Emet-Selch by both his lovers, but by Azem most ardently (and selfishly: he feels like a white crow among the Convocation and wants another freak on the team. Hades finds it sweet though).

The status quo moves to the known canon where Azem travels a lot, sometimes summons his buddies to his side, he tends to disappear from Amaurot for weeks and months on end, Hyth and Hades are left to themselves, seemingly things are the same as they've always been, but the joy of reuniting with their wayward lover, and the pining when he's gone, is bigger in Hades than Hyth. Of course they, the two mature people holding hands from the beginning of times, don't discuss this.

Azem may not even realize what he's doing- well, ain't that most azems in a nutshell. He just exists, loves his partners, shines for them with equal warmth like sun. It's not that Hyth doesn't like being sunkissed, no, it's Hades who gets a bit too excited, tries to mask that however he can, perhaps HythHades pretend that nothing's changed, but, yknow, subtle cracks. Hades's heart grows more fond due to the time and distance that separate them so often. Of course he's terrified and he sees what this does to the balance of their poly, it's not welcome, but it won't go away.

Enter Hyth's self-esteem issues, and how neatly that weaves into his following sacrifice to bring forth Zodiark. Even though Azem's nowhere to be seen, it's fine, he'll return, it's just a tantrum, the Convocation will forgive him, Hades will be left in good hands, he and Azem seem to be happier without Hyth anyway. (no, no, no, no-) Of course, the latter's left unsaid, only a smile on display and vague words of affirmation for the shellshocked Hades.

Through the sacrifice Hyth drives up his value. He's forever important to Hades now, forever on his mind, his guiding star. I view Hyth's selfless act as selfish too (just as Raha's but he isn't relevant here), a desperate act of a soul not only loving, but desperate for love. Hyth gets what he wanted. In a fucked up way, he's happier as a part of the moon. He never has to contend with the sun again.

[waywardcrow]

Gorgeous.

Summary: Bucky is so gorgeous and you need to tell him in a very particular way.

Warnings: English is not my first language so please if I make a mistake tell me, alcohol, drunk rambles, fluff, a tiny bit of angst but not really, Bucky being Bucky, this was very self-indulgent and inspired in that Taylor Swift song we all love, if I forgot something please let me know.

I do not consent to my work being copied, translated or reposted.

“I can’t stop looking at you, it’s infuriating” you needed to stop talking but the alcohol in your veins only fuels more your infatuation with the super soldier who looked at you with a smirk. “And why is that, sweetheart?” he asked like he didn’t knew, the little shit. You scoffed while making yourself comfortable in your seat –his lap- and rolled your eyes. He was so damn handsome, even in the multiple color lights that Tony arranged for the party and the music was so loud that you had to talk very close to him so Bucky could hear you which also didn't help, you could see every freckle, every little beautiful detail. “Barnes, you know why” It was impossible that he didn’t knew you were crazy about him, always daydreaming about his eyes so blue that you could drown in them, his dark hair that looked so soft to the touch, his smirk full of charm, all about him made it very difficult to even meet his eye and you weren’t the only one. Agents, lab assistants, even the damn journalist who interview the team a few days back, all of them fell victims of him. “I swear I have no idea what are you talking about, love.” He started to rub circles in your back, his cold vibranium hand sending shivers at the contact with your skin. The simple navy blue dress you chose for Yelena’s birthday was apparently enough to catch his attention but it wasn’t enough for you, he was in your thoughts since you two met and Bucky didn’t seemed to understand it.

“Because you are gorgeous, you cheeky son of a bitch” that was your answer when his smile got wider, as if he found pleasure in troubling you, the words were starting to blur in your tongue, most likely for the shots you had with Natasha and Maria but the need to tell Bucky everything that was in your heart burned in your tongue just like tequila “you are so fucking handsome that I can barely believe you are real and your laugh makes me feel all tingly and full of joy at the same time” you averted your eyes but his stare burn in your skin to make you know his attention was on you “and you make me feel so at peace that is aggravating.” The rest of the team was distracted which was good, if someone else could listen to you talk right now, they will never let you hear the end of it. “Sweetheart…” “Let me finish Barnes” you interrupted, his amused surprise made you sigh when you saw him bit his lip “see? That´s the shit I’m talking about, no one should look this fine, you should really think about the consequences of doing stuff like that in front of me or any other person, I don’t think your girlfriend approves, if you have a girlfriend in the first place. Bucky’s eyebrows got up, that was interesting.

“My girlfriend, huh?” “Yeah, or your girlfriends or boyfriend, boyfriends, significant one” you started rambling because who were you to assume things about him? His laugh broke your train of thought, leaving you in awe of such spectacle “this is so unfair.” You mumbled tracing with your fingertips the smile lines surrounding his eyes, all the embarrassment and concern about his love life forgotten. “You are one to talk about it, doll” he said helping you find a comfortable position so you could lay your head against his shoulder, starting to doze off after you yawn “are you sleepy?” You nodded and closed your eyes, hugging him as best as you could with your free arm. “I hate how good you smell and how comfy you are, I want to sleep here forever.” Bucky smiled, you fell asleep after that and he got up to take you to your room. “Is your girl ok?” Sam asked him when he walked pass him and Peter in the pool table. “She's just sleepy, I’m going to take her to our bedroom” Both guys said their good nights and Bucky made it to the elevators, your face was so relaxed that he almost felt bad for how much he will tease you about your confession for the next days but that's what you get when forgot you both were already married.

[bts-preference]

5. What being in love with him feels like

Namjoon: Patience - As in, holding back your initial reactions when he drops and breaks a dish for the umpteenth time, or when you're confused about some philosophical idea he picked up from one of his books that he is trying to explain to you. As in, slowing down to talk through an issue rather than defaulting to yelling (although a strongly-worded debate is OK sometimes). As in, being gentle with one another when either of you are struggling mentally. As in, having to be OK you cannot always see one another, just forever yearning for the next time you can.

Jin: Joy - As in, saying you are tired but then staying up all night to talk and laugh over the silliest things. As in, his and your reaction being the same way whenever you see each other - gleaming eyes, beaming smiles - even if you last saw one another just hours ago. As in, treating even your smallest victories as major wins, always being the most happy for one another when you accomplish a goal. As in, always surprising each other with small gifts - never anything extravagant, just something that reminded you of the other when you were out.

Yoongi: Honesty - As in, trusting each other's opinions the most over anyone else's - him asking for your thoughts on his newest track (fully expecting you to tell him if it sucks) or you asking him for advice on what you should do next when you feel stuck. As in, calling each other out when the other is being a jerk ("have you eaten today?"). As in, never sugarcoating anything with one another even when it may hurt a little. As in, always answering questions, like "how was your day?" or "are you OK?," truthfully (to him, "I'm fine," is not an acceptable answer).

Hoseok: Devotion - As in, loving each other so deeply it almost hurts. As in, the possibility of straying from your relationship never, ever crossing your mind. As in, sometimes toeing the line of jealousy and possessiveness (never acting out or going crazy, but feeling a tinge of rage if someone else gets a little too close). As in, always ready to stick up for one another - actually, always being ready to do anything for one another. As in, coming back to one another, as soon as possible, whenever you have to spend time apart.

Jimin: Playfulness - As in, never missing an opportunity to tease one another, like if his voice cracks or you mispronounce a word when you are talking with one another. As in, always encouraging each other's inner child, spending some nights just building Lego sets or playing video games together. As in, occasionally playing small, harmless pranks on one another ("hey, (Y/N), you dropped your pocket"), which always ending in fits of laughter. As in, constant, shows of affection, whether in public or private, like quick kisses and playful nudges.

Taehyung: Acceptance - As in, knowing everything about one another but still never thinking less of each other. As in, never passing unfair judgment of one another, and certainly never trying to change something about the other. As in, continuing to value individuality and allowing room for personal growth. As in, always asking for feedback from one another ("do you think I should have handled this differently?"). As in, accepting early on that your relationship will never be easy, but promising one another you will never stop trying for the sake of your relationship.

Jungkook: Companionship - As in, not taking the little time you have together for granted - sometimes doing what he wants to do (hikes with Bam, late night karaoke sessions, a few frames of bowling), and other times gladly doing what you want to do. As in, vowing to one another to always work as a team (and never against one another), for small things (splitting chores) and big things (trying to find time in your busy schedules to see one another). As in, being happy and content that you are together even when you are doing literally nothing.

[chrollosnenfish]

I remember when I read the webtoon, not at all knowing what I was getting myself into, having a great time. Then I finished it, with a hole in my heart so big I didn’t think anything else could fill it. Then I learned that they had adapted weak hero into one season of a kdrama. I was absolutely ecstatic and I watched it all in one sitting. It fascinated me how the director chose to adapt the backstory first, but I definitely wasn’t against the decision. In fact, I believe that’s the best way it could have gone. Then comes this year. I had been anticipating season 2 for so long and when it came out, I made sure to watch it in one sitting, as to not get spoiled. I was, again, filled with an empty hole in my heart. But also the satisfaction of seeing this product that I had waited for and love being adapted in a way that was filled with passion.

The relationships in this show fill me with so much joy. Starting off with the OG trio. I always have a soft spot for trios in fiction. Each of the pairs have their own unique dynamic and it elated me to see Sieun come out of his shell slowly in this group. Even after all of the events of season 1, Sieun holds so much love in his heart for Beomseok that I don’t think even he knows what to do with it. (I’ll get to Suho and Sieun’s dynamic later).

Sieun and Yeongyi were also a cute dynamic. Her assertiveness vs. his reserved-ness also played a large part in him being able to open up. Suho and Yeongyi were basically 2 peas in a pod. They matched each other’s vibe and were loud enough to cancel out each other.

Onto season 2. We had the quad. Each member strategically balanced each other out. Starting off first with Sieun and Baku. Both of them struggle with very similar things, the burden of thinking they ruined a friend’s life due to their actions. They try to keep people safe, but don’t take their own advice. One of them is fighting for everyone and the other is fighting for everyone they love. Then there’s Gotak and Juntae. These two cuties are almost like each other’s rock. They’re always there for each other and would do basically anything to protect each other. Juntae’s kind nature balances out Gotak’s impulsiveness. Their scenes will always make me smile. I like reading them as romantically coded, but I also like their dynamic as just friends

Then we’ve got Sieun and Juntae. I think Sieun was surprised with the idea that he had the ability to protect someone who, just days ago, he didn’t care about at all. He may see a little bit of himself in Juntae, although their personality differs. Juntae sees Sieun as almost his savior. He didn’t even call him and he came running. Next is Gotak and Baku. The childhood friends. Although they don’t talk about the incident, I imagine once in a while, Baku sees Gotak’s leg and starts spiraling, but Gotak reassures him that he’s okay. They’re very much the ‘dumb and dumber’ trope, and they compliment each other well.

Next is Sieun and Gotak. Although their relationship started rough, they’ve both grown into people that they can mutually respect. Gotak, other than their first fee encounters, never crosses any of Sieun’s boundaries and always seems to make him feel comfortable. In fact, they’ve both grown first almost smile we got out of Sieun in season 2 was because of his (and Baku’s) antics. Lastly for the quad, we’ve got Juntae and Baku. Although one of the less explored dynamics, we can see that Baku views Juntae as almost a little brother, someone worth protecting.

Now for a very interesting one, Baekjin and Baku (#were divorced and make it everyone’s problem). Jkjk, but the two of them have a very complicated history and “let go” of their affection for each other long, long ago. Knowing that Baekjin dies not knowing the Baku does not, in fact, hate him, will forever hurt me. Another interesting one is Sieun and Baekjin. The two geniuses who could have been on the same team in spelling bee, who ended up fighting each other almost to death. One thing that always stood out to me, was that Baekjin never broke his promise about not going to Suho’s hospital, while Sieun did end up not keeping his promise of staying away from Baku.

As the absolute last we’ve got Sieun and Suho. From the moment I read the webtoon, their dynamic tickled my brain. Their relationship starts off similar to how Sieun’s and Gotak’s start, with a bit of a rough patch. From then on, through effort put in on Suho’s part, and toleration on Sieun’s they get closer and closer. I know their relationship can be interpreted in different ways, but the romantic angle was always the one I saw it from. As soon as either one of them gets hurt, the other makes sure to make the person who’s hurt them pay dearly. He was the first person to make him smile and the entire conversation at the hospital was almost a confession of love. Even the director, Hyunwook and Jihoon themselves said similar things about their love. I know, when Suho got put in that coma, Sieun probably never thought he’d love again. But through exposure to all new friends, he did. Then seeing his heart through his eyes at the sight of Suho at the end of season two wrapped it all up with a pretty little bow.

I’m glad to finally write this all down. I’ve been wanting a way to relay my feelings about weak hero and I finally did.

[fall0utmind]

the finale

Chapter 17 is here... it's done.

Guys, i CANNOT thank you all enough for everything this fic, this community and you all have given me. I have never written anything before so this has been a real labour of love and a bit of a process.

Anyone who has liked, commented, reblogged, left me an ask, messaged me, or even silently enjoyed -THANK YOU.

ao3 here

epilogue and alt ending will be here soon!!

Last one is for all of you - lmk what you think.

CH17 -(You are) Home

The champagne flows for a long time afterwards. The team is rowdy with it, pulling the brothers around as they dance and sing, rejoicing in the feeling of another win.  Marc somehow ends up being thrown into the air by a group of mechanics, he tosses his head back and grins, laughing loudly in exhilaration. Someone is filming it; he just prays they don’t drop him. His mum only seems slightly concerned, standing aside with glistening eyes. Unlike his dad, she rarely comes to their races, so he’s delighted he could pull this off with her here.

There isn’t a time without a hand on his shoulder or around his waist. Frankie pulls him into a tight hug and Nadia holds him like his mother would, kissing his cheeks and patting his hair. Marc clambers onto Alex’s shoulders and lets his brother parade him around. His parents watch fondly. Marc laughs until he can’t breathe and wants to stay in this moment forever.

In the interlude of celebrations, Marc sneaks off to throw himself into the arms of his old Honda team. They welcome him enthusiastically, congratulating him with fervour. Luca is there too and Marc accepts a firm hug from him, thankfully devoid of any awkwardness from last night. He misses Honda dearly but knows they will always have his back and be there to celebrate his wins. He tries to wipe a tear away surreptitiously; the hand Santi lays on his shoulder suggests it’s redundant.

They dump a bottle of champagne on him when he returns to the Gresini garage. He tries to shuffle in without causing a commotion; to pretend he hasn’t just left for ten minutes without telling anyone. It is obvious that they notice, but no one says anything. He is grateful.

It is what he loves about this team, they recognise his strengths alongside his weaknesses; turning a blind eye to his oddities. Instead, they once more soak him with champagne and love. They party with him and match his energy with loud laughter and stupid dancing. He joined Gresini to enjoy racing again; he didn’t think he would find a family. Suddenly, he understands that he regrets nothing. Being here, surrounded by so much love and joy, makes every sacrifice worth it.

He’s soaked and sticky by the time he leaves. Begging off for a shower before he is dragged into more celebrations. There have already been extravagant promises of a fun night – Marc has left someone else to organise it. He knows with their parents here, it will at least start with dinner and drinks as a team, and maybe progress to a bar, or a club - somewhere private and tucked away. The whole team will attend and inevitably meet a bunch of other crews and riders while they’re there. There’s an aching familiarity to it.

Familiar in the same way that it's Valentino who seeks Marc out first. It is inevitable, in a way, how Marc is freshly showered and halfway through attempting to tame his hair when someone knocks on his motorhome door. How the shock courses through him when he opens the door to see Valentino on the other side. Marc thinks his poor motorhome has been the domain for enough drama in the past few weeks. 

He lets Valentino in any way.

(He always does)

Valentino slips through the door quietly, shutting it behind him. It is the only sound that rings in the space between them. Marc looks at the man in front of him and prays that he hasn’t read this wrong. He begs the universe for this one last thing, that Valentino wants him back and will learn to treasure him like Marc so desperately wants.

Mercifully, Alex left a little while ago. Marc has his suspicions about that. The timing is awfully convenient and his brother smiles at his phone more these days.

(So does Franky)

Marc observes Valentino, standing in front of him, on this random day in 2024. He thinks about how much has changed from 2013, 15, and 18. It feels like a world away. Marc considers the longing in Valentino’s eyes, the differences in his behaviour, and the way he stared whilst Marc was on top of the podium. Like Marc was the sun, the stars, and all of the planets.

Marc takes a step closer.

It feels monumental – make or break.

It has been years, years of aching, of pain, of hatred.

Valentino meets him halfway. Wrapping his arms around Marc and pulling him in; he presses his cheek against Marc’s hair. There is comfort in the way Valentino sighs and the warmth of his breath against the crown of Marc’s head. It feels like home. A long abandoned, slightly dilapidated place, but home all the same.

Marc pulls back, which makes Valentino tighten his arms on instinct, unwilling to let go. It has been an age since he last had this.

Marc finds himself tipping his head back to meet Valentino’s eyes and tentatively brushing their lips together. Squeezing his eyes shut and waiting for a rejection which never comes.

“I’m so proud of you” Valentino murmurs in between kisses, his breath ghosting over Marc’s face as he speaks.

It is that which tips him over the edge, breaking his fragile self-restraint and sending shock waves through him.

Marc pushes forward, crowding Vale up against the wall and laying his hands on firm shoulders. Distantly. Marc knows this is too brittle to rush, to sustain any kind of pressure. He doesn’t care.

He’s been waiting too long - to win again, to heal, for Valentino to come to his senses.

He pushes himself onto his toes, screwing his eyes shut as he takes and takes, everything he’s ever wanted. He kisses Valentino like a dying man. as if Vale is oxygen and Marc is suffocating. He refuses to break for air.

He revels in the way their lips seem to fit perfectly, how Valentino still automatically nips at Marc’s lower lip whenever they part and are pulled back together, like the tide. Valentino’s tongue swipes at the seam of Marc's lips and Marc opens his mouth on instinct, humming into it. He is starving for this.

Eventually, they have to part, their foreheads pressed together as they gasp into each other’s mouths. Marc is the first to recover, trailing open-mouthed kisses across Valentino’s jaw and down his neck. It makes the older man groan softly.

A hand pushes at his shoulder.

“Marc,” Valentino whispers, choking off a quiet groan as Marc sucks lightly below his ear.

The hand pushes harder.

“Bambino, stop, we need to talk”, he urges.

Marc hums against his skin, Valentino’s not being particularly convincing. He doesn’t stop.

Valentino huffs but doesn't sound too annoyed.

“Gattino,” He warns. Marc shifts slightly, it’s been a very long time since he’s heard that one. He hates the way he goes ever so slightly pliant.

It gives Valentino enough time to switch their positions, pushing Marc away from him and spinning him around until his back meets the wall. Marc pouts at him grumpily.

“Unfair.” He mutters, but won’t meet Vale's eyes.

“Later, I promise. I’ll take care of you, but you deserve more than this, than here.” Vale pushes, pressing a soothing kiss to his cheek. He steps away, putting some distance between them for his own sanity. He has to get this right.

Valentino sighs, eyes flitting across the room before falling back to Marc, who has finally gathered the strength to meet his gaze.

“I know we have so much to work through” Valentino reflects; Marc nods in agreement.

Valentino pushes down the bitter reflux which tells him this would be easier if he’d done it a decade ago. He continues.

“I think we both know that it’s not going to be easy. There’s a lot for me to atone for. You’re worth every second of it. Every argument, every second of my discomfort and pain.”

Marc scoffs. Valentinos sighs,

“That’s fair. I know you’ve gone through it worse than me”

There’s a pregnant pause; Marc waits for Valentino to continue.

“It’s not- I’m- cazzo.”

Valentino tries again, “I hate this, I hate admitting I was wrong.”

Marc replying laugh is brittle, Valentino winces.

“I know I’ve fucked up Marc, I know I’ve caused enough pain. Everyone came to see it clearly; I became stupid with it a long time ago. You make me stupid. Even the people close to me have been practically begging me to shut up for the last few years. I’ve become bitter, and cruel. The pain I felt back then has become so twisted and out of control, sour and rotten.”

He’s not meeting Marc’s eyes.

“there’s not much more that I can do to fix it. Just admit it, try to atone for it, promise to make it up to you.”

Marc frowns, “what’s changed?”

Deep inside Marc, alongside the soothed content, there is a burning injustice and rotting pain. Valentino looks so very sad. Marc doesn’t budge.

“Frankly, I’ve been an idiot. Last weekend was a big wake-up call. I re-evaluated, well, just about everything. I’m sure the boys told you just how much of a mess I’ve been. It turns out I’ve been wrong this whole time, I’m not sure that sunk in before. And I’ve managed to fuck both of us over in the process. I’m so sorry for the pain I’ve caused. I won’t lie to you; I still feel my hurt was justified after Sepang-”

Marc squints at him, mouth open to protest but Valentino beats him to it.

“I handled it awfully. And I was horrible. And I did irreparable damage to you and your family and I will never not be angry at myself for it. I was hurt, yes. But I was also the older one, I should have been the one to handle it like an adult but instead, I was too wrapped up in myself and my anger. I will spend every day for the rest of my life trying to make up for it if you will let me.” He implores.

“But you, Marc, you are the most incredible man I have ever met. I spent the week watching the races, and the documentaries. Looking for everything I missed, realising that I should have been there for you. You are so unbelievably strong. So brave.”

Valentino takes a shuddering breath.

“It felt like I opened my eyes for the first time in years. You truly are incredible, and not just on a bike. I see how the boys look up to you, how they could learn to love you if they don’t already. You’ve won over Bez and Pecco in a couple of weeks. I don’t think you ever needed to try with Mig or Luca. And well, your brother’s helping a lot with Franky.” He is choking on his words now, a small laugh escaping at the thought of the two together.

When Valentino looks up from the floor, there are tears in Marc’s eyes. 

“Please let me make it up to you. Let me make this right. I want everything. I want to take you out properly. Somewhere nice. Please Marc?” He begs.

Marc chuckles in disbelief, “You don’t need to ask twice to wine and dine me. I’m sorry too. I’m sorry we ended so catastrophically. I was so angry; I felt so small and stupid. It still hurts, I’m not sure if it’ll ever fully go. You realise that right? And I’m not the same man I was when I was twenty. I have scars now, physical and metaphorical. I’m weak, I cry, I have a therapist. I don’t want you to be disappointed that I can’t be the same person. I will always be too much.” Marc sniffs.

Valentino smiles gently.

“You could never be too much for me. I think you are everything I need. Everything I could ever want. I don’t care that you cry. I love everything about you, emotions and all. I want you to be happy, I want to make you happy.”, he assures.

Marc can’t help it, he can’t hold back any longer, he practically launches himself at Valentino. He knows all is not fixed, and it certainly isn’t all forgiven and they probably both need a fuck tonne of therapy but still.

Waiting is boring and Marc has never been one to do things at normal speed.

He fists his hands into Valentino’s shirt and slams their lips together, smirking when Valentino groans into the kiss.

Marc takes control immediately, pushing their chests together and trailing his hands up Vale’s body so he can lick into his mouth the minute he gasps. It isn’t gentle, maybe it should be, or perhaps the time for gentle has long since passed.

Marc tries to push them away from the wall but Valentino holds steadfast, keeping Marc bracketed by his arms.

Marc grapples at Valentino’s shoulder and then moves to dig his fingertips into Vale’s sides, underneath his shirt. Valentino smiles when he breaks the kiss, soothing Marc’s hands away.

The younger wiggles against the wall, trying to regain purchase on Valentino, who simply cups his jaw and pulls him into a gentler kiss.

Marc doesn’t want slow; he wants rough and preferably the bedroom. Valentino hums. Marc’s hands find their way under his shirt, running up and down Valentino’s smooth, flat stomach, trying to get a reaction.

Valentino shifts, and Marc follows. The older man pulls away, resting their foreheads together. He chuckles when Marc tries to kiss his neck, pulling the same dirty move as before.

He takes Marc’s hands in his own, his grip commanding. In one swift move, Marc’s arms are pinned above his head, straining against one of Vale’s own.

 Valentino raises his eyebrows, “behave” He orders.

Marc whines, high and girlish. His cheeks flush red instantly, embarrassment flooding him.

Valentino’s answering grin is wicked.

Marc forgets that they’ve not really done this before. Sure, they had a one-night stand, years ago. Not enough to know each other properly, to discover what elicits the best reactions out of each other.

Sometimes it feels like they are two sides of the same coin, prophesied to come together.

When really in some ways, they are strangers and have spent more time hating each other than loving. 

Marc can’t help but feel like he’s just let a big play slip.

“Like that, hm?” Valentino murmurs, pecking his lips, pulling him into a soft kiss, making him chase.

Marc wants to hide his face, to shy away, but there’s nowhere for him to go. He drops his eyes. Valentino tuts,

“Look at me” He commands.

Marc can’t help it; he brings his gaze up.

Valentino looks like the cat who’s got the cream, Marc scowls.

“Don’t make fun of me” He grouses.

Valentino laughs, but it isn’t cruel, instead sweet and slightly awed.

“Trust me, Bambino, I’m not. This is good. I’m looking forward to working out the best ways to make you come undone.” He smirks.

Marc can feel his cheeks burning. It’s been a long time since he’s been with someone like this in bed, someone who will make him work and reduce him to a babbling mess. Excitement stirs in his gut.

He tries to pull his hands free, to get this going again but quickly realises that he can’t move. He wonders why they haven’t been doing this for years and spares a thought for the fact that Valentino can apparently at least somewhat hold him down.

It’s such a turn-on, making him rut against Valentino’s thigh, looking up at the older man from beneath his lashes. The older man looks breathless, his pupils blown wide as he watches Marc writhe underneath him. Marc moans enthusiastically.

Valentino draws his leg away.

 “I’m sorry Carino, not today, okay? Slowly, we have to go slowly. I’m not ruining this now I’ve only just got you back.”

Marc’s eyes fly open, and he huffs miserably when he sees nothing but honesty and slight regret in Valentino’s eyes. He pushes against the arms holding him firm, and tries to arch into Valentino’s space, to push them together again.

“Come on Vale, just once? Please? I’ll be good” He pleads.

There’s a sharp intake of air, Valentino drops his head, looks like he’s gathering mental strength.

“Later, Tesoro. Not now.” He groans through gritted teeth.

Marc could push this; he could sway Valentino into fucking him up against the wall. But for once, Valentino is right. Marc finally relents and stops fidgeting, allowing them to calm down without increasing the space between them. He sighs, looking into Vale's eyes.

“I love you. It might be the worst decision I’ve ever made, but I love you so much” Marc whispers.

Valentino smiles gently, “I love you too, Gattino”.

“I just don’t want you to leave. I couldn’t do that again. Do you mean it, you love me, no matter what?” Marc searches, his eyes wide and sincere. 

Valentino hums. He presses a kiss on Marc’s forehead.

“I will always love you. I will spend the rest of my life proving it. You could tell me every worst thing about you and I would cherish those. Tell me all your darkest secrets, I will still love you. Always. Forever”

He whispers it against Marc’s lips and promises himself that he will never let this go.

Valentino holds Marc tight in a motorhome in Aragon and vows to be at his side for the rest of their lives.

Till death do them part.

*fin*

[broooooo]

A satisfied customer

Josh was your average guy, skinny, plain clothes, and basic haircut, he wasn't insecure, but he also wasn't full of himself, he flowed through life like a plastic bag, allowing fate to take hold, in the back of his mind, he has dreams and wishes, kinks and wants, but his only flaw was, he was lazy, he couldn't find the energy to achieve a dream.

One day, josh was walking through his city, observing the masses, a mix of normal folk, and the ever illusive . Drone. He'd seen them, heard about them, he was intrigued and curious about them, but never could do anything about his urges , he secretly kinda liked the thought of being a drone, but any time he got a nock on his door, he never acted upon it.

That's when he walked past a gaming store, one advertising a fresh new experience, a vr head set. One where it allows the user to experience their deepest wishes, and actually have it come true. Josh was confused about it, but curious.

So he went inside and asked a worker, the guy told josh that whilst your strapped in the projector will show us your wishes and we can make it happen, and you wouldn't even notice until it was over, and when it ended was entirely up to you, the experience allows the user to be in bliss and joy.

Josh's mind races with thoughts , his heart beat fast, he was excited, he told the worker he wants to do it. The workers smiled and ushered josh into one of the back rooms,

There was a single person couch in the middle of the small room, and the rh head set placed atop it. Josh went to sit down as he was fully alone in the dark room, he settled back and placed the head set on.

( the room has relaxing mists and stuff that eases his mind, making the user easy to work with)

He opened his eyes and he felt like he was in space, he was light, so all he had to do was think of a wish, or several. It was quick , he saw his vr self transform, as well as the surroundings. It kept switching from a football field, a dingy pub, or a room of drones being pumped of cum, these were joshes kinks, his interests, his wishes. He so desperately wanted to play soccer as a kid, but never could, he would always admire the strong willed chavs, how they don't care for rules and live for themselves, he wanted to be a chav, but then came the drones, who needs all these worries when you could submit to the drone overlord and cum forever, all drones the same , obedient, horny, and rock hard leaking at command.

Josh began to be almost sad , he was seeing his vr self running on a field, drinking beer with a group of chavs, and being milked of cum. He so desperately wanted it all, but he didn't know if it was possible. He watched as his vr football self kicked goals, and jacked off drinking beer in the locker room with the team , he watched as his vr chav self stalked streets, did graffiti, drank beer, smoked and jacked off with his mates, then he watched his vr drone self, incased in latex, heavy leather boots strapped to the ground, while a machine sucks the cum from his dick, just like all the drones around him, doing the same thing.

Josh was conflicted, he wanted it , all of it, he also never wanted to leave, to forever experience this feeling of brotherhood and joy.

Outside the workers watched on the screen as Josh's mind switched from wish to wish , they understood him, and promised to make his dreams come true,

A group of drones enter the room, and unbeknownst to josh begins to strip him, prepare him for Injections.as Josh's mind raced, his irl body, was being fitted , his muscles were grown from the infections, his dick was rock hard and throbbing the entire time.

The workers worked diligently to change his clothes every time his wish changed , football gear and cleats for one, a tracksuit and tn sneakers for chavs, and heavy leather boots and latex for drones ,making sure to whisper into his mind that he is all 3 of these, that he can be all he wants to be, one for the drone workers working Josh's dick , edging it on and allowing the transformation to take place.

Hours. Days. Weeks.? Josh could no longer tell, through desperation, his mind crafted a vr self and landscape to fit all his desires, he was clad in tight latex, a short crop chav hairstyle, a tight latex football jersey and shorts over top, and studded leather boots on his feet (along with sneakers and cleats to change into), and a latex dick to finish it off. The terrain was a field, but it had drones running around, beer bottles scattered, ton josh he was now a football chav drone, in his vr world , he ran around scoring goals, messing around in the locker room, fucking the team and Cumming, being obedient drones , but also stalking the streets and alleyways, doing graffiti before going to drink or practice,

Josh's mind was melted, he was seeing spirals the entire time, it taught his brain how to play football, how to strategize, how to be one of the guys in the team, how to drink beer , how to jerk off with maximum pleasure, how to graffiti, how to talk like a chav, a man, but also how to be obedient, how to transform others, how to be a good drone, the pleasure was getting to big, he new what he wanted, he knew what he was, he was a chav, he was a footballer, he was a obedient horny , drone

Irl, his outfit matched his vr self, josh twitched and moaned as he threw off his vr head set, unable to hold in, as his leaking throbbing 12 inch latex drone cock shot out load after load of cum, it took forever for it to stop, it covered him, the couch, the floor, but also the machine that was jacking him off and collecting his cum.

The cum soaked into him as he lay there rock hard, horny, as reality set it.

*Yes.... Football... Cum.. beer... Chav... Drone obedient....*

He smiled hard, he couldn't believe it, but at the same time, believed it all,

He got up, free from any tubes and machine and walked out the room, the stomping of his boots sounding, the door opened to drones to greet him, they too were like him, football chav drones,

One of the drones spoke

*Oi mate, ya lookin good bruv, how's you feeling*

Josh spoke up

*Oiiii fuck mate, I feel good bruv, fuck I'm so fuckin hung* he thrusts his hard dick and the drones embrace josh and they also all leak from their rock hard dicks,

The drones and store workers smiles and josh starts his new life with his new gang of guys. Ready to play football, drink beer, graffiti and obediently be good drones, knocking on doors , ready to transform others. And they all walk out the store, another satisfied customer

_____

I'm surprised how much I like this 😅 I'm leaking hard

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

Also here’s a few more of the gift ones! I just think they’re neat :p I find it so fun to learn a bit more about how you feel about each of your stories!

🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁 (for the chapter you’re currently most excited to share)

🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁 (for the story whose plot you’ve had the most fun figuring out)

🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁 (for whichever story is calling you to write at this second)

I hope you have fun! And I know this is technically a rouge way of playing your make me write game, so if you’d rather I not send more of these ones in the future just let me know.

Thank you as always for sharing your amazing talent and the stories that bring me such joy!

- PCA <3

HI PCA! Doing this one first because matching the fic to your questions is so fun for me. I love this.

First 🎁: chapter I'm currently most excited to share - would be 🔼 because we're about to hit A POINT.

21 for 🔼:

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“And, uh… And Jane. She… I mean, you’re doing such a good job, Shannon. She’s so beautiful.”

“Isn’t she?” Shannon chuckles. 

“It’s the same over a screen.”

“No,” Shannon says. “It never was.” 

Eddie sighs. “I really miss you.���

“You just saw me,” she teases, but he can hear that her heart isn’t really in it.

“Still,” he says. “I do.”

“I really miss you, too.” 

He smiles. “We’ll be back soon. For the veggies.”

“Can’t wait to up my salad intake.”

“Yeah, this is really for your health,” Eddie jokes. 

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Second 🎁: story with the plot I had the most fun figuring out, I'm gonna have to say ⚡️, because it was like my ideal ending for them when I was watching season 6.

21 for ⚡️:

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Buck knows the moment he sees Captain Bowman that there will be trouble today. It’s not going to come from him, but there will be trouble. For one, he never tried to make trouble when he was at the 114. Captain Bowman threw it at him. For another, he’s sure as shit not going to make today harder for Eddie. He’s so proud of Eddie. Running this call like he’s been doing it forever. Buck will sooner drown Bowman under his boot in this flooding than make Eddie’s job more difficult. 

It takes Captain Bowman a moment to see him. He exchanges a few words with Hen. Buck can see the smug, superior sort of look on his face. He thinks he’s better than Hen. Buck can tell. Well, of course he does. He thinks he’s better than everyone he encounters. After he’s done trying to condescend to Hen, he finally looks past her and looks at her team. 

They are, of course, still working. Trying to free a trapped couple in a flooding house. They can’t go in through the halls, and the room has no windows. A hastily constructed divider put up in one larger bedroom to rent it out for more money is the reason for that. Always such a pleasure when first responders get to bear the guilt of not saving someone in time because of shit like that. 

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And for the third 🎁? What am I called to write? Of course🌲! So 21 for 🌲:

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Her voice is like stone. Eddie hardly recognizes her. “You’re going to release Dad from this hypnosis right now. If you don’t, I will. What happens, happens.”

“Adriana,” Sophia pleads.

“Mmm, no,” Adriana says. “I’m sick of this game. This has been our whole lives. She doesn’t actually have any power over us anymore.”

“Just our father,” Eddie reminds her. 

“She won’t kill him,” Adriana says. 

“You don’t know that!” Sophia hisses.

Helena just stares her youngest daughter down, challenging her. Willing her to call her bluff. 

“Yeah, I do,” Adriana says. “Mom, have you ever killed anyone?”

“Of course not!” Helena snaps. “I kept myself under control.”

[death-in-a-handbasket]

also, do any of your ocshave opinions on each othe r? I gotta know if anyonfs beefing or rocking with thr other specificaly

I have this older ask that answers everyone's basic opinions but I feel like digging into the meat today teehee. now technically none of my ocs would share a canon game if we're going by lore rules (sans the notion that staff has spectated everyone) however say we got the "manor is a limbo space and everyone is just jostled together like a shitty dorm" setup, shit gets real real funny from there

staff sees launderer as shifty for sure, prone to snooping more out of everyone they've seen, the contrast between how chatty and witty they are with others vs how quiet and focused they are while alone strikes staff as somewhat disconcerting. in the same vein though staff has also never seen anyone as excited to watch game 2's mayhem as launderer, to the point where they're sure if launderer wasn't fixed solely on the outcome of one man that they'd have surely made for a powerful member of the baron's team, staff also notes that launderer is one of the strange few who is truly accepting of their fate no matter how horrific it is. staff often reminisces on them, in the same vein that staff is the house experiencing itself, staff sees launderer as the universe laughing at itself, a wild jester awash in joy at every outcome, there is a weird kind of respect held in that way

historian doesn't directly talk with threader much but historian still has eyes to observe and threader makes them raise an eyebrow a little. not at the weird shit them and florian get up to or even the fact that threader is more tense of a person--historian finds it so so strange that threader seeks excuses to act out and degenerate to weirdness instead of acting on it openly, why do you need the excuse? why don't you just Do? historian can see the kind of crazy they harbor and how florian's freak antics secretly delight them and they are deeply confused as to why threader requires being "forced" so to speak, in order to act crazy. historian ends up asking about this from time to time because it's strange to them and threader is never quite able to articulate that some part of them doesn't want to admit how crazy they are because if they did they don't know the true depth of how far they'd fly off the rails. admitting that they're kind of batshit means opening the floodgates to all of their crazy and they're frankly kind of apprehensive of how deep it goes. being forced into a crazy situation by florian, in a strange way, keeps them tamed (as opposed to historian who has already seen the pits of their own crazy and made peace with it). on a more base level, threader also doesn't quite know how to admit without getting flustered that the "no stop what the fuck are you doing we shouldn't be doing this" makes them more hard than doing it without resisting

launderer finds historian's reverence for love even while doing violence strangely honorable in a way, this isn't to say that launderer doesn't love philippe--they do to a sickening degree--but they find it sweet that historian is able to love freely and unabashedly without needing their partner to make it hurt in order to feel satiated. launderer lives in an endless itch of needing damage struck into them in order to feel such emotions wholly and deeply, in a way, they find they cannot survive and feel happy without having that punishment to make the experience rich and fulfilling. how pure and honorable of historian to be able to love tenderly and be fully at peace with that. it's a blessing to be able to love without needing destruction to feel it, and while launderer does admire them for such a thing, launderer also knows that even if they were given the option to live in such a way that, they'd forever choose the curse of pain. in fact that's what makes it the greatest curse of all--the fact that they love their own doom enough to choose it every time

by proxy launderer sees threader as somewhat of a lower level version of them, someone who also craves punishment, so while they mostly only aggravate each other in passing, launderer in some ways wants to make threader a student of theirs, to hone into being something fully embracing destruction, and yet they can't really bring themselves to interrupt threader and florian's more lighthearted tomfoolery. after all, not everyone is cut out for dying in every timeline, so launderer often likes to sit back and watch this dynamic and chuckle to themselves at how maybe this could've been them and philippe in another lifetime if both of them didn't crave such horrors as they do now. threader thinks launderer is a pompous asshole and prefers not to encounter them

historian can spot pining from a thousand miles away, so even someone as cryptic and private as staff doesn't escape their notice. and while historian doesn't pry too deep into staff's personal life like they do with threader's, they do wonder what will become of staff and the mad inventor they've chosen to grow close to. historian has seen the way staff looks at him and pities how staff starves themselves of being open, then again, they often shrug to themselves and think, maybe such an erratic thing as luca with many many layers to his psyche and endless pathways of problems needs someone slow and enveloping as staff to leech into all of him bit by bit

staff and threader recognize each other as cogs in a larger system and feel the mutual apathy radiating off both of them, so while they choose not to interact, they do exchange a glance from time to time that means something along the lines of "it is what it is, but maybe in this endless toil with sisyphus's rock we might learn to allow ourselves to appreciate the open sky above, even if we're stuck with this way of being forever" two poor fools trying to learn the lesson of perseverance without forgetting that there's always options

[sseung00]

when i was thirteen, in middle school, i knew some english, and i loved to read. i snuck in books under my desk, read them during math classes.

at that time our family was moving to the other building of the same apartment complex, and it was december, or maybe november, i can't remember exactly. the only thing i can clearly recall is that i was reading homestuck for the first time then.

i loved it so, so much. i did not get any of the ACT 1, but i was totally mesmerized. i've never once in my life read anything like that. right now there is a much more polished korean translation for the entirety of homestuck, a team project in which i had also contributed a couple pages, but at that time there was only one naver blog that had translated it all the way up till act 6. Undertale was being hyped everywhere - it was 2016 - but for me it was the year of homestuck and it always will be. it was during that last big pause, and the only thing we were waiting for was the end of everything.

and the end came. with a gangnam style mix, even. we had a good laugh about it. i graduated middle school that year, and went straight into arts highschool, to pursue fine arts. after four years i entered the university i am attending now.

i know it's childish, even cringe, but now, i really miss homestuck. unironically. i miss it so much. i miss the unreadable texts, the flash animations, the joy of coming across something new, memes and pop culture and brands and names i've never known. making my first tumblr post, first Ao3 account, first fanfiction, trying to find out every foreign vocabulary's meaning, listening to shitty fanmade comic dubs without subtitles, trying to figure out exactly what point of salt and pepper diner is hilarious. that was my childhood. no particularly traumatic events, just homestuck, and everything else followed.

english became something like a second language to me. i've never once paid for any english tutor since then. i made new friends and i lost them, tried some more web comics but failed every single time, so i watched movies and dramas instead. (sloppy attempts at bandaging) i listened to melanie martinez, marina, imagine dragons, mumford & sons, linkin park in middle school because they made lyricstuck based on their songs. just yesterday i finally saw the ending of Disco Elysium, it was good, but it didn't hit me like that. i laugh until i cry watching stand-up comedy clips. no one else in my family gets it.

i was 19 when i finally read the homestuck epilogues, and got absolutely fucking ruined for a couple of months. i don't think i'll ever come across something i'll like more than i did with homestuck. it's simply the best and the worst thing that happened in my juvenile years. did you know that my all-time favorite work from Ao3 is The Eurydice Suite?

i still look up the soundtracks, just to feel that thrill again, the nostalgia. but it's never the same. it's turning stale, tides washing it away, for every passing minute. it will be gone soon. all those years, everything changed, but i still feel like a fucking kid, living in the same house, sleeping on the same mattress, never once managing to grow up, achieving nothing, wishing the thrills come back.

i thought homestuck would last forever. i thought i'd be a child, thirteen forever.

but it doesn't. i wish it came back.

[se7ens-oc-heaven]

Fun tip from your local oc hoarder: if you have old ocs or concepts that never went anywhere, didn't quite grab you, just didn't quite work - re-insert them into the world as the npcs. The background character. The side cast.

And here's why, in a nutshell - it'll help your world feel more cohesive, to you and to anyone seeing it.

Yeah, sure, you can hastily slap together a bland shopkeep during a shopping scene, or slip in generic fan designs at a concert. But if you have someone Established, specific, someone who doesn't Have to reoccur, buuuuut... maybe the main characters always go into the store during so-and-so's friday shifts, or maybe you have concert scenes frequently enough that you'd start picking out the same fans who always attend for their favorite band... Adds to how natural it all feels, you know?

Does it have to be an old oc? Can't it be someone made to fit, I hear you ask? Well, sure! And obviously if you only have one or two ocs that aren't active, you'll have to anyways. But it's a two birds with one stone exercise - because now you've streamlined your process for having an established npc. You already have an idea of how that old oc looks, or talks, or acts. You may already know what setting they'd likely frequent, or even miscellany like what music they like or hobbies they have. Your generic npc doesn't have to have speaking lines or relevance - but if they needed to or you wanted them to, now they can. They'll have substance that keeps things from feeling too flat.

And idk, obviously some people don't pay much attention to things like that - but I've found that it makes a huge difference to me even when I hadn't realized it. It adds some extra depth to the world in small ways, that you may or may not ever use, but that way it's already built in. No scrambling or extra work to project traits onto some faceless character who talks to your protag about musicians for one scene.

This is also helpful for subverting "kill your darlings" a bit, for those who struggle a lot with that concept in their writing and worldbuilding - because for me, my problem tends to be that it's not that the darling is Entirely Pointless, it's just that they aren't a good fit. Killing a really good idea and banishing it to the drafts forever can suck. But learning how to Recycle the darling helps keep it in relevance, but by plugging it in to a better purpose than the original draft. That makes it easier to cut ideas out of my writing - because I can rest easy knowing I have it in reserve for its time to shine elsewhere.

I'd imagine this won't work for everyone, but I've found as I work on my hero story that it's added a lot of joy. Characters who fell to the sidelines or into obscurity simply because they weren't cut out for hero business now have time to shine in other small ways.

I have a girl who realistically will end up just being a background jogger. But she's also on a track team, and likes handmaking pottery in her spare time. I have a guy with weather powers, but he's focused pursuing being a talented violinist, with minimal active involvement in the hero business beyond happening to have heroes who are fans of his work.

Heck, one of my favorite characters is a duo of guys sharing a body that are just waiters at the local diner. One of them can reverse gravity or even practically rewind time with the snap of his finger if he so chose. These are powers that he studies endlessly for so he can hone and refine them better. But all he cares about is protecting his family and friends, so all you typically see him use his powers for is preventing glasses from being broken or saving his crush from tripping.

It makes me happy to see my kids just going about their day, filling a role in the background. Will they be more relevant? It's possible! But even if they aren't, there will always be glimpses - of the redhead jogging down the street, of someone in the middle of listening to a track from a classical violinist, of a waiter effortlessly stopping plates from being dropped in the middle of taking an order - all in the backdrop of whatever panel or scene or what have you that comes up.

It helps it all feel more like a world everyone belongs in, rather than a staged play. You know? And it's a very fulfilling feeling for me, both as author and as reader.

So yeah. Don't be afraid to recycle those old ocs. Tweak or streamline them if you need, but if you hold them even a little dear to your heart and can get them to click, I promise you won't regret it.