#just three middle aged cuties wanting to do... things

[toyama-division]

Ding Dong Merry Christmas! It appears that Kensaku Morimoto received not only one but two gifts! Opening them up, the first present reveals to be...

...A beautiful bouquet of red carnations.

Opening up the second present reveals to be...

...An espresso machine maker.

That's not all, a card with a note also came with the gifts, the note reads.

'Merry Christmas, my honey!

I hope this gets to you on time, if you're reading this, hopefully Jakurai and I are on our way to you! I'm really excited to spend the holidays with you both! I also hope you like the gifts I got you, I'm sure you already know but red carnations symbolizes deep love and affection, something that I obviously feel a lot for you and Jakurai, hehe and the espresso I got for you because I remembered how much you loved the latte art they did when we visited that cafe! I figured I can teach you and all three of us can curl up with a nice movie and a warm beverage. Ah, I should probably get going, happy holidays, dearest, can't wait to see you!

- Sayaka.' ❤

Merry Christmas! 🎄

A gentle smile spread across Kensaku’s lips. The gifts were sweet and the note even sweeter, the man repeatedly going over the nicknames that Sayaka had written in. It took awhile, but the three were getting comfortable with their relationship dynamics and their lifestyles. More coffee dates, more fishing trips, more time for them to be together.

Setting the box on the counter of his kitchen, Kensaku went about finding a vase and gathering materials to prepare the bouquet. Sugar, lemon juice, and vinegar all mixed into the vase with some water to act as flower food before Kensaku went trimming the stems and placing them inside. Once they were arranged in a way he liked, he set the vase at the end of the kitchen island.

It was cute that Sayaka had apparently tried to time her gift to come just before she and Jakurai were supposed to arrive for their Christmas date. It was hopeful, but Ken sincerely doubted that she could have the talent to do that. After all, the post office isn’t the most reliable and there was just no way Sayaka could have someone deliver this gift just moments before-

Ding dong!

Jerking his head up, Kensaku stared in the direction of his front door like a deer in headlights. Hearing two voices at the doorway, it appeared that it was wrong to doubt Sayaka Miyuki. "How did she do that? She's got to tell me her ways..."

Some way, some how, she managed to actually pull it off and it was weirdly attractive in Kensaku’s brain. Before he could let his mind wander off into anything inappropriate, Kensaku cleaned his hands and began to walk to the door to greet his boyfriend and girlfriend with a chuckle.

“Pea flower! Sweet pea~! Merry Christmas... Oh! Would you look at that.” Pointing up, some mistletoe hung above the entryway, hastily tied with a ribbon to the ceiling light. "Guess you two owe me, haha."

Thank you for the gift. My favorite throuple awawaaawawaawa 

[poorsallystitches]

A newbie's guide to The Lost Tomb franchise/Dao Mu Bi Ji/The Graverobber's Chronicles

I have seen people all over the internet asking questions on posts about DMBJ such as, where to start, what it is, and who are those cutie pies? You may have seen images similar to this

I, as someone who has watched a lot of the franchise and read at least half of the books (which if you knew how many there were, that would be impressive), I want to take a moment, or many, to explain to anyone who wants the answer to these questions. This will take a while, I cannot shut up, especially about them.

Spoiler free!

Now, first things first, what is Lost Tomb/DMBJ/Graverobber's Chronicles?

Lost Tomb is a Chinese Franchise comprised of a multitude of dramas and movies over the course of a decade that were all made by different people and actors to tell the story written in the novel series, The Graverobber's Chronicles, or its original Chinese title Dao Mu Bi Ji, written by Nan Pai San Shu.

This means that popular characters people will refer to will have many different faces. Such as all of these being Wu Xie

You may recognize any of those actors if you watch popular Cdramas, 1st Zhu Yilong who plays Shen Wei in Guardian, 2nd Zeng Shunxi who plays Xiao Bao in Mysterious Lotus Casebook, and 3rd Hou Minghao who was recently in Fangs of Fortune as Zhu Yan.

But, what is it about?

Lost Tomb as a franchise is loosely about a man named Wu Xie who is the last in a family line of graverobbers, but he himself has been kept out of the loop by the family. He has had his grandfather's journal since he passed away, which makes him take an interest in the family business. This leads him to force his uncle to let him tag along with him on tomb raiding adventures.

I feel it is important to tell people what they may encounter just in case they have sensitivities, so this franchise as a whole contains supernatural themes of ghosts, zombies, gods, etc. There will be blood, BUGS, and some body horror in a lighter portion, if you have any questions about specifics feel free to ask.

Now, let's skip to who those cutie pies are before telling you about the options for where to start.

The characters you may have seen around that got you interested may be

Wu Xie, the main character who is played a little differently in every iteration of the story but mainly think of a man with a high level of intelligence, but the worst luck in the world and some bitchy attitude (said with love) and you'll have him. You saw some of the most popular actors to play him up top.

Zhang Qiling/Xiao Ge (young master)/Menyouping (Poker-face), one of the main characters who is the strong, emo, silent, tatted sweety of the story. He is mysterious on purpose; you're not meant to know much about him at any given time. Him and Wu Xie are very close and with the next character, they form what is widely known in book, show, and fandom as the Iron Triangle. Just meaning the three are a package deal and won't be separated.

Wang Pangzi, the chubby, stylish, tough, bitchier than Wu Xie, lovable bastard. His name actually translates to Fatty, so that is what you will see everyone call him. It's not mean, just accurate. Pretty much everyone has real names and nicknames they go by. Remember, they are doing something illegal.

It's less likely, but you may have seen my personal favorite boys Hei Xiazi or Hei Yanjing (black glasses or black blind, you'll see why) and Xie Yuchen or Xiao Hua (little flower). They are the black/pink dynamic of the century for me. Hei Xiazi is a merc for hire and Xiao Hua is Wu Xie's cousin who has become the patriarch of his family at a young age.

Now, last question that people ask the most, where do I start?

There is no right or wrong answer, you can start chronologically with Mystic Nine, release order with Lost Tomb 2015, a mixture of both, leave out the ones you aren't interested in (*cough* Time Raiders movie), or just jump in in the middle. Each adaptation is aware of the fact that people will not have seen the others, and they will try to speed run the story to you, which can confuse people, but if you just want to experience the story with familiar faces, it won't be too bad.

To share my experience. I started with the Lost Tomb 2015, continued with Lost Tomb 2 2019, skipped Explore with the Note 2021 because I didn't vibe with it, Ultimate Note, started the prequels with Mystic Nine, which is a prequel with our character's ancestors, watched The Hei Xiazi and Xie Yuchen movie, started Reunion, watched a prequel movie and just started reading the books. I was never super confused because I had the set-up of the first 2 to build upon.

If you are a completionist like me and want to read the novels go to Merebear's blog. She is phenomenal and she has translated pretty much everything for your reading pleasure and laid it all out in an easy-to-follow way. I cannot give her enough gratitude. I absolutely adore her and all of her efforts as well as all her helpers along the way.

Now just a little gay propaganda about Lost Tomb franchise. The novels and shows are not canonically gay, but I mean... they are giving something.

[novankenn]

( Inspired by THIS post by @pilot-boi )

"a Mafia AU"

Pyrrha Nikos was absolutely stunned how things had turned out, and none of it made a fucking lick of sense. First there was the hit. Who the hell puts a hit on the Arcs? Seriously the large unassuming family, and she meant that in the literal sense owned a vineyard! They made wine! Mind you really good wine. But still! It made no sense.

Then there was the target. Jaune Arc. If he and his family were faunus, Pyrrha would bet without hesitation they would all be "Golden Retriever" faunus. The kid, even though he was the same age as Pyrrha, was dense, oblivious, cute, air headed. WAIT! Did she just call her intended target, CUTE?

Shaking her head, she tried to get the thought out of her head, only for traitorous mind to replace "cute" with "loveable". Pyrrha sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration.

"How did this simple job get so, complicated?" she complained to herself, even though she was currently calling in a cleaning crew do deal with the current mess she was standing in the middle of. They had been a small crew of three mid-tiers. Good enough to take out an obvious idiot of a target, but not even in the ball-park of Pyrrha.

This was getting out of hand. These gals were like the fifth attempt that Pyrrha had to step in and quash. She wanted to say she was just protecting her VERY impressive payday, but she also couldn't suppress the slight hint of anger with herself for being unable to finish the contract, but instead had become the adorable moron's.

"Argh!" she growled in frustration. She had done it again! Applying "lovey-dovey" terms to a target! Her target!

"Ms Nikos." came the monotone, but respective tone of Cardin, leader of team CRDL. Pyrrha didn't like their attitude, she in fact despised Cardin for his reported... proclivities with faunus. But the fact remained they were the best of any cleaning crew.

"Here." Pyrrha handed over a set of golden tokens. It was an unusual system. Each token was valued at a set amount, and were used at a "distributor" to receive the actual lien payment for services rendered. "Trust the normal rate applied for a multi."

"It does." Cardin replied, as he put the tokens into his pocket. "We'll take it from here."

Nodding Pyrrha, moved off, power walking out to the crowded streets of Vale, intent on finding her quarry and ending this job. She had delayed long enough, it was time to...

"I'm never going to be able to pull the trigger." she lamented to herself. "How many times has it been? Every fucking time, I hesitate and just let him walk away!"

Pulling out her scroll, she activated the trace app. She had been able to tag his scroll, which he NEVER turned off, and could find him where ever he was. Wait this was saying he was right BEHIND HER! Pyrrha whipped around, and sure enough Jaune was standing behind her, a loveable dopey smile on his face.

"Here." he continued to smile as he handed her an ice cream cone. A literal ice cream cone! "Seen you around a lot, and you always seem stressed, so I figure this might take your mind off whatever is bother you."

"Seen me around?" Pyrrha's mind was a whirl with questions. How did this idiotic adorable moron, notice her around!

"Yep. You know if you're going to be my new bodyguard, you might as well just walk around with me, instead of hiding. I mean I get it, but it feel funny."

Pyrrha was dumb founded. The Dense, oblivious cutie thought she was hired to protect him, and not off him! With her mind in shock she reached out and accepted the ice.

"I hope vanilla is okay?" Jaune commented, as Pyrrha gave her cone a lick. "If not I can go get another flavor."

"Vanilla is fine." Pyrrha replied

[shizunitis]

Can you share more about your precious son, Ink?

There is nothing I would like more. You're my favourite, thank you.

I present to you my youngest son, my favourite child, my pride and joy and everything I will ever bother to love more than myself: Ink, the monumental manfuckup drow paladin who tried to Drizzt and only managed to drizzle.

(This is a very funny joke, and you know this, and you love me.)

(This was made in approx. 10 minutes, but please appreciate how absolutely endearing he is just standing there while I measure him against the door frame. Such a cutie! He deserves all the little kissies on his stupid forehead.)

This got unreasonably long, I'm very sorry. I have a 17 page unfinished document about him, and I have to let it out or I explode. You understand.

His backstory is simple enough: he got betrayed by literally everyone he met in Menzoberranzan, his brother's death was pinned on him, he had to deal with his matriarch hating him for being genuinely horrible at anything a male drow is supposed to do, and finally had enough when his mom tried to kill him at the outrageously young age of, like, thirty five.

He managed to get his house in hot water with Lolth by not getting killed or tortured by his female family members for once and went all, "Well, then I swear to bring vengeance to Lolth and all her followers!" which is par for the course with Seldarine Drow, really.

He's also an atrocious paladin. Zero attempt at, like, learning what it means, past the "rain vengeance upon evil" part. For evidence, I present his Intelligence, Wisdom and Charisma scores. Bud just wants to throw a hammer around and hopes for the best. His track record in Melee-Magthere isn't great, either. He graduated fighting school in the exact middle rank. This means he failed, in like, everyone's but my eyes.

To me, he has never done a single thing wrong in his whole life.

He fell ass over pointy ears in love with the first nice-enough elf he saw on the surface and kind of trailed after his adventuring party like a dog for a tenday after escaping the Underdark. He used the elf and his friends as, like, a case study. How to Behave on the Surface: A Guide by Ink McSmartBoy, inspired by Pretty Elf in Forest.

The elf in question (name's Silver, very pretty, really cute, charismatic, etc. I love him, too, but Ink is my main concern always at all times) did not know of this. My intelligent and beautiful son did not consider the fact that maybe the elf would catch onto the hidden protector hiding in trees around his and his friends' camp when enemies just stop existing around him.

He and the elf were then separated by Ink's former Evil Classmates and his matriarch's incompetent servants coming to apprehend and/or kill him, which was a bit of a bummer.

For him. The elf's feelings are a separate, arcane and abstract matter that my beautiful son considers for all of three seconds before he decides that no, it was him. Ink's fault. Better not have feelings from now on, you know? Better for all involved.

Also got a painful scar out of it that he had to clean up himself in a river. It was very, very sad. He's a real sad man. I love him dearly. I will give him the world.

I figured I really needed to justify the weird build I've got going on, so I added some notes to each ability and skill, and these are the more notable statements about him:

He is, however, very good at realising what his shortcomings are, and where he can stand to improve himself. So! Ink's taken to writing lists and journal entries to improve. He's not the studious type, but he's also extremely insecure about the whole being an intimidating paladin drow among other humanoids, so needs must, you know?

When in doubt, lists. Lists and little notes and reminders. A grocery list or two.

He writes down everything. This is not just a way for me to justify the Quest Journal in the game and have his companions during the events of the game try to snoop around his business, no. Of course not. This is definitely not done so that Astarion will find his journal and get all huffy about being called an insufferable little shit. Obviously.

Anyway!! After the whole Silver Abandoned Me :( debacle, he decided to pull a Shizunitis Mark and seclude himself away from society but close enough to wistfully sight in its direction. He built his own home, got many blisters and scars to show for it, learned not to eat every plant he came across, and finally got nabbed by mind flayers on the way to the armourer to check his scale mail.

In spite of what he thinks, and what his earlier years inspired in him, he is competent and a good leader. The whole unnatural stillness and hesitancy to ask questions in case they annoy someone he likes is, surprisingly, a great way to get people to be curious about you in Faerun.

Also: a smiling drow scares some people but is very gap-moe to others. Both options are good, in his party's eyes.

This was all over the place but... Please love my son? He is trying so hard all the time. He's running from mind flayers. He gets Astarion to behave by being poker-faced at all times. Karlach throws him as a weapon and he almost giggles every time.

In case you aren't convinced:

I've never felt more protective and fond of someone other than Shizun before him. I feel alive.

[befuddledcinnamonroll]

Heart Killers, woot woot! I want some good smooches today. I need some good smooches today.

Bison is totally a puppy. Who is very good at murder.

Though I do love the way this scene shows how much the walls have come down between them now. Bison is being so emotionally open, which he really wasn't before, even without knowing for sure that Kant was lying.

Aw, and Kant giving back the same. This is so sweet.

Oh geez, just thinking about how all these men have traumatic parental loss in common from a young age. And how that set them up to be vulnerable to exploitation. How Style still having his father was the thing that kept him safe, but the other three had no one. How this made them fodder for predators, and they are still suffering for it into adulthood. Going to go cry in a corner for a minute.

Lolol, daddy kink unlocked!

Um, this is exactly what I wanted, but also I may not survive it.

They're finding that safe space, that found family, that shelter that they've been seeking in one another. I am not crying!

Ha, Fadel now taking full on lying down naps in the back while Style drives. You truuuuust him.

Oh - was that a picture of the ex? Will we get the full story?

Style: I am so worried about Kant! I hope he's not dead!

Also Style: I have gone too many days without a crop top, can we please go shopping?

Never change, bebe.

Fadel will never be able to say no to this man in his entire life.

You can posture all you want Fadel, but we all see that white shirt under the black.

You are so soft for him again already.

Oh this fucker is so in love.

You are so whipped, just accept it!

That poor store clerk must be so confused right now.

Not me being happy Style got shot, so we can see Fadel get upset about it.

And the black shirt is off completely!

Interrupting this important scene to say - holy shit, Khaotung looks so good in purple!!

This man needs to wear this color much more often! Take notes, showrunners!

The hands, people, this is not a drill!

I love this shit, just pump it directly into my veins.

Oh with no anesthetic, that's gotta suuuuck.

God, Joong is so fucking hot.

Also enjoying Bison calling him out, he's not as hard to read as he'd like to think.

The problem with all of these actors having so much chemistry is I keep wanting them to kiss each other in totally inappropriate moments.

Oh Style, your chances are 100%, he is so fucking gone for you.

I do like that we see a rare moment of non-confidence from Style though. He's good at the swagger, but some of it is a facade. Not all of it, but some of it.

Ha, oh he's so happy Fadel was worried. This is adorable.

First is such a good actor. The difference between lying Kant and truthful Kant is so fascinating.

I really hope more people realize their complicated feelings about Kant were on purpose, and that First was nailing his portrayal to deliberately pull those feelings out of us.

Oh my heart. I like that we get to see how much Kant and Style do really love each other. I would imagine they both have a really hard time making real friendships, and their relationship is truly important to them.

And Fadel just casually being all, ok, not gonna murder anyone, who's hungry?

My cuties.

Ooh, are they going to start some romcom shenanigans to get Fadel to forgive Style?

This backstory is interesting. So Keen came along with them, also lost his parents, but they don't seem to consider him a brother?

I mean, she's not wrong.

Also, adore how well Joong & Khaotung are playing younger versions of Fadel & Bison. You can see the freshness and naivete with them.

And you can see with the first kill, how Bison shows everything he's feeling, while Fadel is already locking it away.

I do feel for Keen. He feels very neglected middle child here. He didn't have the same skills as Fadel & Bison, and so was made to feel unimportant, making him desperate for Mother's approval. I hope we can resolve this without having to kill him. I want him to run off with Thanon.

Is this the first scene we've gotten with just Style & Bison? I love their dynamic.

Oh, Fadel wants you on your knees, Style, but not for that reason.

I do love that Fadel probably thinks he hides his feelings well from Bison

but Bison has never been fooled.

Jojo, we thank you for your service.

Just gonna pause here for a bit...

Not the Let It Be shirt! Oh perfection.

Of course Style gotta do this in the most dramatic way possible. And Fadel immediately panics and folds.

My smooches!!!

The way Style keeps checking Fadel's face while kissing...

More cuteness!

I guess they fixed the hammock, lol.

Ahhh, KantBison romance era is so sweet!

Damn, Fadel dated someone for two years without Bison knowing? That's rather impressive.

Oh, he told Mother... that was not a good move.

Ok, 1) this guy seems way too sweet, he wouldn't have been able to accept Fadel for his real past. And 2) Mother totally did something to him.

See, it requires a special kind of crazy for someone to be all "you may have murdered a bunch of people, but I know your heart is in the right place".

It's all about finding who matches your freak, not hiding parts of yourself that you worry they would find unlovable.

And there it is, Fadel has just found his home.

I'M FINE.

Ooh, they are already messing around!

Oh god, is Mother going to do something to Thanon?

Aww, they're all so happy. Which means the shit is definitely going to hit next episode.

Just gonna live here for a while.

[starrybeach]

get to know me meme

hehe this was an ask game thing but im making it into a survey

1. selfie

no thank u

2. what would you name your future kids?

rosemary and daniel

3. do you miss anyone?

every day, someone different

4. what are you looking forward to?

i have a pretty ring coming in the mail! im also looking forward to buying my friends' late christmas gifts

5. is there anyone who can always make you smile?

my partners <3

6. is it hard for you to get over someone?

incredibly at times

7. what was your life like last year?

very slow and sad but i learned a lot. grew up a lot. learned to be less self centered

8. have you ever cried because you were so annoyed?

no but ive cried from sheer rage

9. who did you last see in person?

my store manager

10. are you good at hiding your feelings?

im not sure. to some people, i think so. but to others im an open book. i like to think i am.

11. are you listening to music right now?

yeah! sleep like wolves by lalleshwari

12. what is something you want right now?

ooogh 10 lashings for every transgression committed

13. how do you feel right now?

a little nauseous. kinda horny. good mood tho

14. when was the last time someone of the opposite sex hugged you?

my dad just this morning

15. personality description

im sort of stoic and quiet at first. i dont express very well and tend to say whatevers on my mind. im quick to make jokes and have a very dry sense of humor. but im a gift giver and i like to think im very generous. im pretty patient. sleazy to the right crowd. my closest friends all think im very cuties

16. have you ever wanted to tell someone something but you didn’t?

of course?

17. opinion on insecurities.

my own or in general? in general, no one cares as much as you do. and on my own.. most of them are psychological and rarely crop up. sometimes i wish i were more subtle. more gentle.

18. do you miss how things were a year ago?

oh god no

19. have you ever been to New York?

nope

20. what is your favourite song at the moment?

21. age and birthday?

24. 07/26

22. description of crush.

hehehehe noooo... hes 6'2.

23. fear(s)

heights.. being alone for the rest of my life. god.

24. height

5'8

25. role model

jackie kennedy and sharon tate

26. idol(s)

fiona apple, trent reznor, gerard way, bob dylan, pete wentz

27. things i hate

neglect of responsibilities. hypocrites. explaining myself

28. i’ll love you if…

youre thoughtful and show effort for me

29. favourite film(s)

the matrix, the secretary, crash, saw 1

30. favourite tv show(s)

gotham, the golden girls, who's the boss, three's company

31. 3 random facts

a. i smoke marlboro menthol blacks

b. i use the same monitoring headphones as trent reznor

c. my not sf(w) tumblr is @boykink

32. are your friends mainly girls or guys?

my best friend is a girl but my system friends are all guys

33. something you want to learn

how to play an instrument... french... russian...

34. most embarrassing moment

probably starting my period at work recently and needing to run off in the middle of a rush

35. favourite subject

psychology and behavioral forensics

36. 3 dreams you want to fulfill?

having kids, owning a house, travelling to greece at least once

37. favourite actor/actress

james spader, jesse eisenberg, maggie and jake gyllenhaal, river phoenix, keanu reeves

38. favourite comedian(s)

jim carrey, chris fleming

39. favourite sport(s)

ice skating, acrobatics

40. favourite memory

getting engaged to my partner a year and a half ago

41. relationship status

engaged

42. favourite book(s)

flowers in the attic and misery

43. favourite song ever

whisper by evanescence

44. age you get mistaken for

-21. im not joking everyone i work with thought i was like 19 or something. i once had a school bus stop for me earlier this year

45. how you found out about your idol

knowing good music ig

46. what my last text message says

its dirty i cant share

47. turn ons

scent, pain, bein a little mean.

48. turn offs

not being confident enough, letting me lead, being unhygenic

49. where i want to be right now

in the same place just with chocolate milk

50. favourite picture of your idol

dont wanna find one so skip

51. starsign

leo

52. something i’m talented at

poetry i think! and maybe making music

53. 5 things that make me happy

a. cats

b. my partner

c. my best friend

d. plushies

e. jewelry

54. something thats worrying me at the moment

money and food, always

55. tumblr friends

they know who they areeee

56. favourite food(s)

apparently theyre called jaffa cakes. love those. curry and rice (any kind). salsa verde.

57. favourite animal(s)

cats, white tail deer, bears, bunny rabbits

58. description of my best friend

shes hard headed but so so earnest and sweet to everyone. shes the funniest person in the world and could make a dead man laugh. shes one of the last good people on this earth and shes everything to me. i hope we never die and if we do its at the same time. shes also mean as FUCK

[rustbeltjessie]

The past week (the good, the bad, & the miscellaneous):

—One of my uncles is in very bad health, and if he doesn’t get the proper treatment soon, will probably not make it. That’s bad enough on its own, but it has also brought up a whole slew of family drama, which…well, I won’t get into specifics because they’re not really mine to tell, but it sucks.

—The oldest kiddo is doing great with his ADHD meds. He’s better able to focus on schoolwork, he listens better, and he has actual reciprocal conversations more often now. (Like, yesterday, we got into a conversation about AI art/writing, and he had some very well-thought-out opinions! I could tell he wasn't just regurgitating things he'd heard; he'd actually put a lot of thought into it.)

—I've gotten a little sad about the fact that I probably am ADHD, and possibly also autistic, or whatever (there’s definitely some neurodivergence in there), but never got any help when I was a kid/young adult. Because AFAB kids tend to present differently and mask better, y'know? All I know is I had an awful lot of school reports that were like: "J. is really smart, but doesn't follow directions well" or "J. does well on everything, when she decides it's something she wants to do." And then when I reached the age of burnout everyone was like: "But you are so smart! You're just not trying hard enough! You're just lazy!" How much better could I have done, especially in college, had anyone noticed that I was trying, that I was fucking struggling, and it wasn't just laziness?

—Speaking of college, I'm still researching universities I might want to attend when/if I go back for another degree.

—There's also a chance we may be moving sometime in the next year.

—And I'm putting some serious thought into how I wanna proceed with Bone & Ink Press. I want to keep it going, but it has long been untenable the way it's currently going. See, the thing is, I never wanted it to become what it became, a semi-legit publishing house with perfect-bound books and royalty payments and the like. I wanted to do small print run zines and chapbooks. So I'm going to finish up/publish the New Wave anthology, and then the three other titles I have on the roster, and then after that...I think I'm going back to its roots.

—The youngest kiddo had his first online class in astronaut science this morning. He loved it so much, and wants to continue with the rest of the course. Now I just gotta scrounge up some money to pay for the rest. (The first class was free; the rest cost money.)

—My dentist appointment went okay. It was fast and relatively painless. I have two small cavities, and have to go back in a month to get them filled, but they said everything else looks good.

—After the dentist, I had a bunch of errands to run. Normally I enjoy running errands but today I just wanted to get home and relax and also, everyone in town was driving like a jackass, so it took an extra long time to get from one stop to the next.

—But I did see two cuties while out and about. There was a hot middle-aged skater dude in the grocery store. (I know he was a skater because I saw him get out of his car, and it had Santa Cruz, Independent, and other skateboard-related stickers on it.) Downtown, I spotted a beautiful 20-something goth person; they looked appropriately eldritch in a long-black coat and big black boots.

—And while in the checkout at Walgreens, I saw this mom come in with two kids. One of the kids was a goth/punk teen; they shuffled into the store with their shoulders all hunched and a scowl on their face. Amazingly enough, the song that was playing over the sound system at the time was the Siouxsie and the Banshees cover of "Dear Prudence," and the teen recognized it, and for a split second, their scowl turned to a half-smile. And then they went back to scowling. It was perfect, because that is the era of my life which constitutes the bulk of my new zine.

—Speaking of the new zine: it's done, and I am glad it’s done, and I’m pretty pleased with it, but I am also fucking exhausted. To paraphrase something I wrote in my journal in 2009, after finishing a zine: I have completely overdosed on punk rock and stories from my own life. So now, I must cleanse myself with different kinds of music and different writing; namely, fiction and poetry. (Even when my poems are based on my real life experiences, which is often, writing them doesn't deplete me in the same way that writing prose memoir does.)

—I've felt pretty on top of my shit in general lately, but I am somehow flat broke again. Despite all the freelance gigs, side hustles, budgeting, etc. I mean I had to buy more printer ink and paper to complete this zine, so there's that. Then there's the fact that no matter how much we budget, our monthly food money always runs out 5-7 days before it gets refilled. Oh, and then there's the dentist thing. My health insurance covers some dental stuff, but not all, so I gotta pay the rest out of pocket. My dentist has a payment plan, but I had to make a down payment and have another bill due when I go back for my fillings. Shit. Anyway, if anyone wants to order some of my stuff/hire me for stuff, now would be a great time.

[abeinginsand]

"world vision" or "heat waves" + a mirror of either link and scary or link and teen grant. or a three part mirror with link in the middle.

(not necessarily sad. they all just want to do the things theyre good at for the people wholl love them and theyre all sweet lil cuties at heart)

(+ for the mood but not necessarily the lyrics. I Don't Want by Age Pryor)

(sorry this is so much on my second ask feel free to ignore all of it ilu i hope you have a great day!)

Running from the Similarities

Thanks for the requests and well wishes, Anon!! Hope you're having a good day too and sending love in return. The song is very catchy sounding and that's such a cool prompt :) Tried to show some of the similarities within the mirrors (both soccer players, both very close with their parents as kids). ----- Image Description:

A digital drawing of Lincoln Li Wilson and Scary Marlowe walking together. They seem to be walking past a set of television screens and mirrors. The televisions are on top the mirrors with one big one in the center and two smaller ones on each side. They all show static and the center one also shows the multi-colored striped error image. The words reconnecting and please wait are written on top of the set of screens. There are four mirrors below with two tall ones on each side and two short ones in the center.

The ones on the left are colored in purple and pink while showing off Scary's memories. She is hugging her mom in one and posing with a soccer ball in the other. The right side is in blue and shows Lincoln's memories of watching movies with his dads and playing soccer.

Outside of the mirror, Scary is grumpily walking away on the left while Link reaches out a hand to her as he walks on the right. He looks frustrated. The floor is a gradient of purple and blue with light pink sparkles. Their reflections are shown below them.

[timottea]

omg i just saw you have requests open 👀 if you wouldn’t mind writing something for timothee, maybe visiting his family? first time or not you may decide :))

hello!! thank you so much for requesting this is such a cute idea, i hope this is okay!!!

“are you serious?” timothée laughs, one hand over his face in disbelief.

“what? too much?” you ask as you proudly turn the cake to display every angle.

“you know my cousin is three, right?”

your stomach drops. the icing is all wrong. there’s one too many buttercream teddy bears atop the cake and far too many balloons iced around its circumference. plus, all this sugar — for a baby?! a baby. a three year old baby.

“you’re kidding. you have to be kidding?” with each word your voice raises in pitch, sheer panic infiltrating.

he rounds the hood of the car, because of course you were just about to set off when he dropped this bombshell on you. it’s charlie chalamet’s third birthday and you’ve ruined it before even arriving.

“he’s really three?” you question, shoulders sinking. timothée places his hands over yours to help you hold the cake, which suddenly feels a lot heavier.

“he’s really three,” he affirms, inching closer to kiss your cheek and calm you down.

you sigh. he bites back another laugh, prying the monstrosity from your hands.

“but, babe, as he’s three—” he begins and you glare at him, taking the cake back.

“and as you’re telling me just now—”

“let me finish!” he yelps, “as he's three, he will lose his mind over this incredible cake, wrong age or not. besides, he’s not so good with numbers yet.”

“thank you,” you bite your lip, looking down at the perfectly iced happy fourth birthday! in the middle of the cake. “but, tim, your family, they’ll all see and think i don’t care or—what are you doing?!”

there’s icing around his mouth. one teddy bear is suddenly gone. three teddy bears remain, and there’s a glaring gap between the words happy and birthday! that almost makes you want to shove the whole thing in his face.

he rearranges the teddys to fill the gap, then looks through his lashes at you.

“better or no?” he smiles smugly, tongue darting out to lick the icing on his lip. you step forwards, balancing the cake between your bodies to wipe the rest away.

“don’t be so full of it,” you say, struggling to fight your smirk. he sees right through you, taking the cake from you and opening the passenger side for you to slide in.

***

“you’re here!” the chalamets cheer the minute you’re pulled into his parents’ house. the pair of you are engulfed in hugs and offers of drinks and snacks. you hoist your cake into the air to applause and timothée beams at the way they look at you.

his cousin, charlie, screams in delight when you crouch down to show him his birthday cake and he makes a grab at one of the teddy bears in a way that is so strikingly similar to timothée that your heart twists for a reason you can't quite place.

***

“i can’t believe he’s three already!” you say to timothée’s sister, pauline, sitting beside her as you watch timothée’s cousin and his toddler friends dancing during musical statues.

timothée is in charge of the music, dramatically freezing along with the kids when he pauses the stereo.

“who, timmy?” pauline grins as she watches him and you laugh.

“he may as well be,” you chuckle and she laughs. “but seriously, how has it been three years since this little cutie was born?!”

“don’t get me started, it feels like just yesterday tim finally let us meet you! time is moving so fast. how long has it been?”

“scarily fast, and we’re coming up on six years,” you agree, resting your head on her shoulder for a minute as you watch the party.

the music starts up again before stopping almost immediately. you watch as two kids topple over each other, and charlie quivers with determination as he holds his tiny arms and legs in suspension, last kid standing.

“oh my — are you an actual statue?!” timothée gasps as he moves about the space. he walks around him, incredulous, exaggerating every movement he makes as he pretends to trip, so close to knocking them both over.

“timothée!” charlie shouts, his giggles almost breaking his resolve.

“ahhh!” timothée screams, hand over his chest, reeling backwards. “i thought you were a statue!”

you crack up alongside pauline and the kids, mesmerised by his humour, his light.

***

“do you ever think about it?”

“about what?” he asks softly, watching you rocking the sleepy three year old sat on your lap. charlie, mid sugar crash from all the cake, had clambered onto your lap.

you hesitate to answer but you needn't have worried: the way timothée strokes through charlie’s hair is so kind your heart aches.

“about having kids?” you whisper, watching his hand as it rustles through charlie’s curls. you can’t meet his eyes, so he ducks his head to look at you instead.

“i’m still a kid myself,” he says after a quiet minute. it’s a gentle no, a tiny hint that he’s not ready yet. “so are you.”

you nod, eyes looking anywhere else but him and he sees right through you when he moves to maintain eye contact.

“but that’s why i think we’d be great at it,” he continues quietly, small smile tilting his pink lips.

you bite down on your own smile, joy and warmth spreading through your chest like a warm hug, like steady arms pulling you in, oh, wait, those are timothée’s arms.

he’s hugging you close, careful not to disturb charlie, and you blink away tears you didn’t even know had fallen.

“we’d be incredible at it,” he repeats, placing a kiss in your hair.

“you really think so? because, babe, there’s so much to learn and so much to screw up.”

“and there’s so much to celebrate and get right,” he counters. ever the optimist. “take today — you screwed up the cake—”

you pull away and balk at him.

“and we fixed it, no problem!” he carries on hastily at the look in your eyes.

“that was nothing. that was you eating one of my teddy bears.”

“we’re a team,” he says simply, reaching for your hand. “and if ever you wanna add any more team members, we’ll do it together.”

it’s all you needed to hear.

[treesandtheirberries]

Dad!Harry talks to his daughter about her questioning sexuality

A/N: might make this into a blurb series? so presh. if you have any concepts around this, send them my way. 

wc: 2,249

June was Harry and Y/N’s first baby, their biggest accomplishment before they were soon having another child. June was currently 13, the awkward age of Middle School, puberty, and overall questioning of identity. Y/N and Harry wanted this weird stage to be a smooth transition. They always encouraged her to express herself, with clothes, in hobbies, with their conversations. Although their first child, they both felt as though they managed to get through the difficulties of becoming a parent easily (thanks to the massive amount of parenting books, from birth to adolescence, that Harry kept buying while June was still in the womb). 

Yet, there is only so much you can prepare your child for, and surely you can’t be there to guide them through every difficulty. Harry and Y/N weren’t sure if June would question her sexuality as both of them weren’t straight, they didn’t know if the process was the same for heterosexuals. But they never skirted around the topic. If anything, they encouraged watching same-sex couples in movies and such, even having many friends who had families with someone of the same gender (or a partner that was non-binary). 

Harry hoped that this would be an excellent way to acclimate their children to the varying diversity of the world. Y/N grew up with racial diversity, but anything deviant from heterosexuality or cisgender was heavily frowned upon. They hoped that with their lack of omission of the varying aspects of identity their children would have the opportunity to understand themselves easier rather than constantly question their identity. 

They forgot to take into account that this was simply a stage in adolescence they had to endure though, as Eric Erickson put it: a fight between identity and role confusion. And June was currently right at the center of it.

June, even as a child, was usually calm and they rarely had problems with her being fussy like they do with the twins, Mazzy and Mick (named after the artists constantly playing on their home turntable). Thus, any changes were quickly noticed in her behavior. 

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Picking up the kids from daycare and June from school was on the top of Y/N’s list of things to do for the day. She adored seeing everyone’s faces after a day at work and seeing their warm smiles and tight hugs always brightened her mood. 

Today, things seemed different. 

June jumped into the front seat with a grunt, a frown, and even went as far as throwing her bag onto the floor of the car forcefully. This was generally out of character, except Y/N and Harry have noticed these bursts of anger more recently. 

“What’s eating at ‘ya bug?” Y/N calmly asked, wanting to maintain a balance of emotions although knowing June was perhaps all over the place as most teenagers are. 

June rubbed her hands on the top of her thighs and noticeably took a few deep breaths; a calming tactic her father taught her when she was younger to calm herself. She took a few more breaths until facing her mother to talk. “Sage didn’t want to hang out this weekend,” she finishes, the frown being found on her face once again.

“Oh, is she busy? Thought you two were having a sleepover at home?” Y/N inquired. She knew Sage and her daughter were best friends since the beginning of sixth grade, and she hoped they would maintain their friendship although she knew the ups and downs adolescents faced it might not be possible.

“She said she’s going to the mall with Rye.”

“As in the bread?” Y/N chuckled, trying to lift the mood.

June rolled her eyes, another behavior that has risen in frequency. “No mom. A boy. That she likes.” She grumbled crossing her arms and sinking further into the seat.

“Oooooh I see what’s going on here, Sage is going on a date!” She rose her voice to a pitch of puppy love, which didn’t sit well with June. 

“We promised we wouldn’t date boys in Middle School. They’re all so stupid and ugly. I don’t get why she’s ditching me for him.” 

Y/N was a bit surprised by this. Harry and she have talked about the day they’d have to worry about June’s infatuation with others and they were dreading it. Hearing that June didn’t have interest in it now was a relief, but of course, this whole conversation was concerning. 

“I understand, not the nicest to make plans with someone when she already made some with you. But June-bug, you guys are teenagers. Of course, she’s going to take an opportunity to go on a date with a freaking boy!”

“Language momma!” Mick yelled, the three-year-olds’ well acquainted with naughty words.

“I guess. Just rude s’all.” June finished with another grumble. She wasn’t known for throwing huge fits, and her outbursts were usually this short. 

Still, Y/N knew that this would be something that would affect her for the rest of the week. Her daughter is calm but incredibly sensitive, and the two parents have learned how to work through her internal struggles. She decided to ask the usual question during June’s turmoils: “wanna talk to dad about it?” 

“Yes please.”

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Harry was finishing washing the plates as Y/N was getting the twins ready for bed. The small domestic moments like these reminded Harry of how lucky he was to have a family like his. He noticed June’s mood as soon as everyone entered the house, and once Y/N confirmed they would need to talk later, Harry was preparing himself to support his daughter through her problems. Y/N and he were definitely lucky with their firstborn being like June. Sometimes he’ll credit his efforts in teaching June meditation early, and depending on the day, Y/N agrees. 

As he dries the plates to put back in their cupboards, June walks in. 

“Hiya bug. C’mere give Poppa hug.”

June rolls her eyes (he’s having a hard time adjusting to these teenager habits) and walks closer to her father. Although she’s extremely close with both of her parents, there is a timeless connection she has with her father. “Not a child anymore dad. And please, do not call yourself poppa again. You’re not that old yet.” She mumbled in his chest, clearly needing the affection.

“Mom said you wanted to talk? Want her there?”

“Uhm. Maybe we could just talk in my room please.” 

“Of course, let me just put these plates all back” Harry smiled, only letting go of the hug once he felt June move away. A small trick he learned from his mother after she attacked him with countless parenting trips: never let go in a hug with your child, let them determine when the hug is over. It gives them more comfort and stability in their lives and although he saw this as minimal, he understood its significance.

“I’ll help.”

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As they walked to June’s room, they caught Y/N walking back from the twins’ room. “Hey baby, twins are done for. I’ll be in the room. “ She pecks Harry quick on the lips and turns to June to wrap her in a hug. “Love you cutie,” she winks at June as she goes to her room.

“Love you momma” June smiles, happy that she has a supportive family like this one. 

“I’ll be there in a bit,” Harry smiles, his arm going back to June’s shoulders, giving it a squeeze. 

Once they get to her room, both take a seat on June’s bed. Her back is on the headboard while Harry sits at the edge facing her, cross-legged. Every once in a while June would request to speak to Harry, Y/N,  or both of her parents on the issues bothering her. Harry and Y/N were proud of having a daughter that felt comfortable enough to communicate with her parents, and they always were looking for new ways to enrich themselves with the issues kids have a different ages. 

“Speak to me June, what’s on your mind lady?” Harry starts, initiating the push. He can tell that she’s struggling to bring her thoughts to words.

“Did you....well. How did you ... realize you didn’t like ... uhm, just girls?” She hesitantly asked, too flustered to look at her father on such a strange topic. 

Oh, it’s happening, Harry thought. “Well, I was pretty young, I guess around your age, and I realized that I just wasn’t fully straight. It developed from there I guess, I talked to a few friends about it, spoke to your grandma, and eventually met a boy I really liked. It was really scary, I’m not going to lie, figuring out my feelings at that point. After that, it wasn’t a big deal and everyone in the family understood. I just knew something like gender wasn’t a big deal to me, and if I liked someone I liked them. But it’s different for everyone. Your mom can tell you how she found out she’s bi.”

June was soaking in the information her father gave her. She knew both of her parents weren’t straight, but hearing how they found it out was something entirely different. It wasn’t that she was foreign to the concept, but in personal terms, it was utterly confusing. 

She finally looked to her father, giving him a small smile at the personal information he shared. They were a very open family, but something about this felt even more personal. “But, did you ever think you were faking it?” 

“Not really, but you already know how pretentious your father is,” he chuckled, lighting the mood. “Your mother, as she’ll tell you, had a completely different experience. Said she struggled for years thinking she was either faking it or actually completely gay! She once told me that she just couldn’t disclose it with anyone, and that led her to a lot of contemplation. But if you’re feeling this way too, I need you to know your mother and I are here to support you in any way we can.”

“Dad,” June scrunched her eyes looking down at her crossed legs. “I think I might like girls. Or at least, I think. After Sage told me she’d ditched me I just realized I don’t like her just as a friend.” 

At this moment, tears began to form in her eyes from all the confusion. Instantly Harry brought her into aa encompassing bear hug, keeping her safe in his chest. It hurt him to see her going through this dilemma, the inter-workings of adolescents were never fun. 

“It’s just,” June suddenly choked on a sob, grasping her dad’s hoodie. Harry began to rub her back for support. “I like her I think. Like really like her dad. I don’t want her to date a boy, I want to date her. But she won’t like me and...I don’t know! Why did this have to happen to me!” She continued, clearly soaking his hoodie.

“Oh baby, please don’t ever think this is a bad thing. Sexuality is a spectrum, many of our friends are somewhere on it, and you already know Elizabeth and Mary are married. This is a beautiful thing to discover baby. But yes, I won’t lie to you, it’s going to be hard. There may be times you like someone who doesn’t like girls but bug, that’s simply life.”

“What if I am dad. I don’t know if I like boys at all.”

“Then you are. As simple as that. You can label how you feel or not, it’s all about what feels most comfortable to you. As you know, your mother and I will be here to support you in any way we can. If you like girls, so be it, you’re still our daughter and you know that. If you like boys, which I mean yuck,” he imitated a gagging noise, rising a laugh out of June “then okay. Both or everyone? It’s all okay bub. I do want you to think about it, It might take some time to accept it but we’re accepting you any way you are. You’re so beautiful and strong, and your sexuality doesn’t diminish that in any way.” He made sure to hug her tightly as he said this, expressing his full support. 

“Dad, thank you.” June exhaled, releasing herself to wipe her tears. 

“Of course, June. I’m so happy you were able to tell me this, I know it must’ve been hard.”

After a deep breath, June looked calmer after her small crisis. “I knew you guys would be okay with anything but it’s just, much harder than I expected to really like your friend who doesn’t like you.”

“It’s hard, so so hard. Ask your mum, seriously I swear she told me she also liked one of her friends at your age. Universal gay experience perhaps?” Harry pondered. 

June gave a small laugh to that. “Yeah, I’ll ask. I don’t want her to think I left her out of this, it’s just that I’ve heard about your sexuality in the media more.”

“Pesky things, but I understand. It was so hard for your mom in comparison to me. Do you want me to let her know first, is it okay that I let her know you might be questioning?” He gave her daughter a sincere inquisitive look, valuing consent over everything. 

“Yeah, of course. Probably talk to her tomorrow after we drop the twins off. I really appreciate it, dad.”

“No problem bug. Let’s get you tucked away.” 

__________ part 2

OH MY GOD this is my first I HOPE YOU LIKE. please any feedback would be so sexy. 

[lunaekalenda]

just for myself

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mitsuya x fem!reader

just a lot of fluff ehe also mitsuya is aged up, as referenced on his sisters' grown

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“We don’t want her to leave.” Mana sobs. You smile at her and kneel, wiping the tears away of her chubby cheeks, her little eyes searching yours between the tears curtain.

“She needs to go home now, Mana.” Mitsuya’s calm voice talks from behind you. “She has to see her family, hm?” Luna nods, even when she’s trying not to cry. You smile. You’ll be tomorrow there for sure, it isn’t like you will never go back. You take her closer to your kneeled body, giving the two of them a hug. Mana has grown a lot since you and him started dating, and Luna is almost a teenager now. The two girls are hugged to you when Luna whispers on your ear.

“When are you coming back, y/n?” she says. You feel Mitsuya’s presence on your back, his hand caressing his little sister head.

“She’ll be here sooner than you think.” he says, making his two sisters smile with happiness. “You ready?” he asks, giving you your helmet. You put it on and nod, saying goodbye to his sisters. You follow him to his motorcycle. He gets on it and helps you to do the same, even when you’re used to it. Mitsuya makes sure you have a good grip on his waist and drives to your house. He parks near your main door. You rest your head on his back, with your hands still on his waist, before you get off the motorcycle. He takes your wrist when your feet touch the ground.

“Thanks for spending the weekend with me.” he says. His fingers caress your wrist quietly, under the light of a streetlamp. Pulling you by your hand, he attracts you to him until you can feel his lips on yours. He smiles, putting his helmet on again. 

“I’ll see you later.” He starts the motorcycle. You wave your hand at him while he disappears on your street. Entering home quietly, you say hello to your parents and go right to your room, leaving the helmet on your desk. Once you’re in your bed, you looks at the helmet Mitsuya gifted you when you made a month dating. The plushie he won for you on your first date between your arms.

You were interested in him as soon as Emma introduced you to the group. Mikey was too childish, Chifuyu too silent, Baji too feral. But Mitsuya got your attention. He was calm and smiling, sweet when he talked to you. He’s pacifist and his loyalties are well defined. You two easily got closer and coordinated with each other.

It’s like teamwork. Mitsuya likes to tell you that he found his perfect teammate on you. That everything on a relationship should be teamwork, every problem, every discussion, every anger has a solution if you work together to find it. Things are easier between two. You look then to the drawings on your wall. They are signed by Luna and Mana. Mana wasn’t more than a baby when you started dating her brother, and Luna is now almost a teenager. You like to help Mitsuya whenever you’re free, helping him to clean, cook or take care of them. He really loves to see you surrounded by his sisters, the most important three girls of his life. Mana and Luna love you as much as you love them, but Mitsuya wants to spend some time alone with you.

He understands how much you enjoy being with his little sisters and he respects it, but you’re his girlfriend. Sometimes he wants to be selfish, even when he knows it is bad, and have you only for him. Every time he invites you to sleep on his house, well... his futon is never that full. Every single night, you and your boyfriend sleep separated by two little bodies and a stuffed animal. With every single movement Mitsuya makes to try to move them, Luna grips her hands on your pijama and Mana wakes up. Mitsuya ends hugging his little sister and sighing. 

He likes it, though. How you hug his family, his life. How you don’t care to stay with Luna on her futon until she falls asleep or check on Mana when she cries, under Mitsuya’s sleepy gaze. He likes to imagine a future by your side when you go back to his futon, his naked arms receiving you with a kiss on your forehead when you snuggle against him. You can feel his smile against your skin. “What?” you ask. He just keeps smiling, hugging you closer.

“Nothing.” he says. Maybe he has imagined a full future by your side, how he dreams of arriving home and receive a kiss from you and a hug from his little treasure. How he would like to see his newborn’s eyes, to know which ones the baby inherited. 

Mitsuya is also specially private at home. He doesn’t want Luna to wake up in the middle of the night and find you two in the middle of a make out session. That’s why his kisses are always silent and furtive, his hands giving your body sweet caresses under the futon cover. Sweet words whispered directly on your ear and the proximity of his body. His love is so pure, so warm and sweet, you don’t think you’ll get tired of it.

Sometimes it also hurts, whenever he arrives home with wounds and bruises. You usually clean all his open wounds calmly, while he apologizes for coming late and hurt home. But you don’t care if he arrives late. Somedays, arriving is a miracle. You don’t even know how did he get home after the terrible beatings. You are afraid. You fear the day he doesn’t come back. You have told him a lot of times the fear you have to  lose him, tears falling from your eyes. He cleans them softly, a little smile on his chapped lips.

“I’ll always come back. I have Luna and Mana. And I also have you. I won’t leave you three, love.” he assures. You really want to believe him.

Your phone buzzes on the desk. You take it, Mitsuya’s name on the notifications. “open the window, please, :)” the message says. You stand up and walk towards your window, where your boyfriend is looking. You’re lucky to live on a single story house. You open the window, his handsome face looking at you, his hand on his pocket. He smiles.

“Can I enter?” he asks. You nod, letting him in. Once he’s inside, you look directly into his lavender eyes.

“What are you doing here, Mitsuya?” you ask him. He puts his hand on the back of his neck, a little smile on his lips while he looks at your carpet.

“Call me egoistic, but...” his eyes look at yours again, getting closer to you, taking your waist. “I wanted more time with you. Mom arrived home. Let me enjoy you a little more. Just for myself.”

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[ardent-musings]

“Strike Three?” A Neville Longbottom Smut

EVERYONE IN THIS STORY IS OF LEGAL AGE AND CONSENTING

Warnings: NSFW 18+, sub!nev, dom!femreader, swearing, slapping (one hit), oral (f and m receiving), vaginal sex, teasing, slight degradation, unprotected sex. (WRAP IT UP YALL)

He wasn't happy anymore.

No matter how hard he tried to convince you he was happy being an Auror, his growing exhaustion and increased amount of nightmare alerted you to his unease. Your once happy and relaxed Neville would come home, only to be reminded of his time in the war. When he was recruited by the Ministry to work for them, he felt honored; for the first time he was really being recognized for his strength and bravery.

But that wasn't who he was. Neville wasn't made to hunt down dark wizards his whole life. He was made for something kinder. Something that wouldn't make him come home looking half alive.

Just like he did today.

"Hi, bubs," you sighed as you caught notice of his dark sullen under eyes.

"Hi, petal," he responded while dropping onto the couch with a huff. He started rubbing his eyes with the heel of his hand.

He was hunched over and tense, the veins in his neck were popped from the strain his job put him under. Unable to see him suffer, you went behind him to rub and massage the sore spot near the base of his neck.

"Love," Neville groans at your skilled fingers working at the knots in his muscle. His deep throaty whine made your stomach twist.

"Does that help any, my love?" You hummed near his ear, massaging behind it to release the ache in his neck.

"It feels perfect," he replied quietly, mewling at the soft digs against his skin.

His head dipped back, exposing the expanse of his skin to your greedy eyes. Neville was always a cutie pie; however, the boy really grew up. Ever since he ran DA during his seventh year, Neville was a combination of gentle power and taunt muscle. He grew out of his baby fat, and sprung up into the attractive man you knew and fell in love with. You loved him however he looked; but his tight shoulder muscles looked beautiful under your fingertips.

Neville's eyes were closed, his mouth dropped open at the feel of your hands against his skin. But before he could enjoy it too much, you stopped massaging is neck and rounded the couch to face him.

He was tired and sore, but his eyes burned into yours with lust, but there was no signs of fire or fight in his olive brown irises.

You knelt down, sitting on your heels as you rubbed up and down the expanse of his work pants.

"I wanna play with you, love," you whispered to your tired boy.

He whined lowly, a sound that lit up the fire in your stomach and sent a chill down your spine. Neville was always so beautiful when he gave up all premonitions and embraced your control.

"I wanna play with you," you repeated while unbuckling the silver hardware of his belt. His eyes closed, brows furrowing, and chest heaving as you toyed with the waistband of his jeans.

"Love," he groaned, although, the words barely escaping his pouty pink lips, "God, please do whatever you want to me."

"Is that an order?" You cautioned. Neville was not going to be in control tonight; both of you knew it. But you needed him to be aware of the power dynamic this given night.

"No!" he cried. "No, no, that wasn't an order."

"Then what was it?"

He shifted in his seat, wiggling as you dragged the belt out of the looped holes and began making quick work of his zipper.

"What was it?" You asked with a bit more grit.

"A plead? Fuck!"

Neville's explanation was cut short, the feeling of your hand wrapped around his cock was already an overwhelming feeling and the most release he had gotten all day. You gripped onto his thigh with a firm grasp, nails digging lightly into the soft skin, making your boy groan at the light scratch marks that littered his leg.

"Wanna feel good, baby boy?" You teased. "Want me to play with your pretty cock until I get you off?"

"God, fuck yes," he whined, the words coming out in pieces as you flicked your wrist, pumping only the tip of his dick. You knew just how sensitive he was there.

Neville cried out at the slap you administered to her thigh, making him jump and groan in pleasure at the tingly sting. The pale skin already started turning red: a sign of your time together.

"Yes, what?" You teased as you kitten licked him all while you massaged his heavy balls in a single hand, the other one teased the inside of his thigh.

"Yes, ma'am," his brows furrowed in the middle, a mixture of both pain and pleasure etched across every inch of his cute face.

Having literally the situation in the palm of your hand, you wanted to fully take advantage of the strong man in front of you. Your speed increased, making Neville whine and moan out quiet whimpers at the feelings you were imposing on him.

His neck covered in a thin layer of sweat and goosebumps, every nerve and neuron was fired up at the feeling of your lips wrapped around him. You giggled and slapped him against your tongue, treating him like your little toy to play with.

"God fucking damnit," Neville pouted, threading his fingers into the hair at the base of your neck, bucking up into your warm mouth for even more friction. He just needed a few more pumps to get off.

But you wouldn't let him.

Strike one.

With a pop, you rose from your kneeled position, just to straddle his lap and grab him by his throat, pinning him to the back of the couch. Neville's eyes were blown wide from his delayed high, his mouth dropping in pleasure at the squeeze around his neck.

"Did I say you could touch me, sweet slut?"

"No," he groaned, his dick leaking desperately against his work shirt, "I'm sorry. Please, god, I'm sorry. Love, please make me cum."

"You wanna cum?" You mocked back to him in a sickeningly sweet voice, your grip tightening slightly around his neck. "Does my big boy wanna cum for me?"

Your boyfriend mumbled his wishes and desires, his thumb grazing the exposed skin at the hem of your shirt, just yearning for a touch of your skin.

Strike two.

"I said no touching, Nev," you chastised as you grabbed both of his wrists and pinning them to the couch cushions, leaving him laying down beneath you. "Shirt off. Now."

The sweet, sensitive boy responded immediately, his work shirt was gone in a second. He was now fully naked beneath you, his skin was littered with scars and healing bruises, and yet he was the most beautiful man you had ever seen. And he was yours.

"Get to work, pretty baby," you instructed as you shuffled up his chest, hovering your clothed pussy over his chest. "Think you're up for the challenge?"

"Yes, yes, please, love. Sit on my face, petal. I'll make you feel so good."

Neville had totally disregarded his own release, the idea of getting you off gave him something to focus on. And you weren't going to ask a second time. So within seconds, you sat with knees around his shoulders, waiting for Nev's next move considering his wrists were still pinned above his head.

"Want me to sit down, honey? Think you can eat my pussy as good as you can fuck it?"

His head craned higher, trying to get a taste of you before he was even given permission. Your teasing was growing to be too much, his cock rested on his lower belly, dreadfully sensitive from being left on the edge.

Graciously, you lowered yourself to his face, grinding lightly against his crooked nose for the meantime. Neville groaned at your taste, his tongue dipping to trace along your panties and to suck against your clit. The one thing Neville was always fantastic at, was eating your out. But seeing his arms pinned above him, made you even wetter; it was always a sight to see when Neville grew so desperate to get you off.

"Keep your hands up," you ordered as you then brought your hands the his hair, tugging and dragging his face against your cunt, doing your best to get off before he ever could.

Reluctant moans left your lips, Neville was just too good with his mouth.

"Wanna get me off, toy?" You taunted, finding it filthy how all your boyfriend could do was moan in response against your panties. "Think you can even get me off like that? Only using your mouth to get me off, yeah?"

Once again, all your boy could do was groan against you, taking in every grind and hair pull with a smile and a twitch to his cock.

"Fuck, Neville, you're gonna make me cum. Get me there, honey. Get your girl to feel good."

And he did. It only took a few more swivels of your pussy against his hungry lips to make your back arch. You dug his hands into the couch beneath him, fully grinding his face as if it were a pillow. He made you cum incredibly hard, your legs shook around his head as you filled with the feeling of your high.

You released his hands and resituated your legs to cradle his hips, now straddling him. Neville's chin was glistening in your cum, making him lick his lips as if he had just eaten some delicious candy or butterbeer.

"Now's your time baby," You promised as you grabbed his cock and lined it up with you. "But you gotta work for it."

Neville's confused look amused you, you could see the gears turning in his head.

"I'm not gonna sink down onto your cock, pretty boy."

It took Neville a second to understand, but he got the memo. Without touching you, he began snapping his hips up into your soaked and sensitive cunt. His deepness was surprising, given the fact that you refused to put in  the extra bit of work. But Neville was desperate beyond relief, his hips jutted off the couch to fuck you deep and fast even if you weren't meeting him halfway. You rubbed at your clit as Neville threw his head back at the squeeze of you against him.

"Gonna cum, pretty boy?" You asked while gripping onto his hair.

"Yes, yes, yes, fuck.." Neville groaned out loudly, his hips stuttering as he worked himself into a sweat. "Fuck, please let me cum. Let me cum. Love."

"Go on, love," you moaned above him, growing close to your second release. "Cum for me. "

Neville cried out loudly as you began bouncing furiously on top of him, giving him the friction he needed. He fully forgot the "no touching" rule, as he ran his hands up and down your smooth thighs as you both came in unison.

His cries and your demands were like a catalyst to the other, making your orgasms so incredibly intense. You fell on top of his bare chest, placing kisses against his collarbone and Adam's apple. A gentle blow of air against his neck made Neville groan, his body sensitive from all the teasing but so wonderfully taken care of all the same.

He twirled you hair between his fingers, finding comfort in your softest features.

"Thank you, petal. I needed that so much," he admitted with blushing cheeks.

"Of course my love, I just hate seeing you so stressed from work. You deserve to do something you adore, honey."

"I adore you."

[mythiccheroacademia]

My bad, I’m just now seeing the rules😭 I’ll choose shiguraki, dabi, and Hawks for the time traveling kids reaction

A/N: You’re all good baby! I kept looking at this trying to come up with a fitting situation for them and then I dreamt about being in all three situations last night??? lmaooo it was both terrifying and lucky hehe~ Hopefully, it’s as good as I’m imagining it

Side Note: I’m writing this with a baby (thankfully, but unfortunately, not mine!) on my chest. Get on my level. Jk, but everyone say hi <3

Warnings: Cursing 

Shigaraki Tomura:

you and shigaraki came back from your daily walks 

aka, people watching

and you two planned to play on the PS4 later

whiles you’re setting up the TV in the living room, he goes to his room to get the console and remotes

he opens the door, sees a baby on his bed, then immediately shuts the door

goes to you and kurogiri

him: “any of you know why there’s a baby on my bed?”

kurogiri: a baby? 😐

you: a BABY!!!?? 😍💞💞

you rush in there and to your amazement, there is a baby no more than six or seven months, gurgling on the bed

kurogiri is giving tomura the most judgemental look and shigaraki kinda feels embarrassed even though he swears he didn’t do anything

“please don't tell me it’s yours”

“i can assure you, y/n and i use prot--”

“oh my gosh, shiggy, she looks just like you with my hair and nose!”

kurogiri is over it 

tomura is malfunctioning

you’re gushing over the baby girl, totally ignoring the fact that a literal child, who just so happened to look like a perfect mix between you and tomura, just appeared like a sick magic trick

was it a quirk?

was it time travel??

did tomura knock you up and everybody just somehow forgot???

so many questions, so little answers

in order to keep from getting a migraine, everybody followed your train of thought and just went along with it for now

shigaraki was less than pleased that his plans with you had been scrapped

he spent the day going shopping (stealing) for diapers, getting formula, buying clothes, and buying toys

feeding the baby was annoying

changing her was a nightmare

shigaraki threatened to disintegrate the child if she puked on him one more time

but everyone just adores her

she’s such a cutie

her toothless smile just warms up everybody’s hearts

even kurogiri is smitten

the day ends with you, the baby, and shigaraki in his room, getting ready for bed

he’s grumbling bc “can’t we just leave her on the couch or something”

you ignore him and he’s forced to get in bed bc no matter what, he’d never give up the chance to cuddle with you...even if it is with some stupid baby

after she falls asleep, you sigh and lean on his shoulder

“you really think she’s ours?” you ask

he wants to say i hope not, but the way you look at him with all the hope in the world makes his heart tingle 

instead of answering, he softly kisses your lips and tucks the both of you in

when you both wake up, the baby is gone--probably back to her timeline

you're a little sad and shigaraki only says what he says NOT BC HE THINKS IT’S TRUE OR SOMETHING but bc your misery makes him itch

“don’t worry. i’m sure we’ll see the brat again someday”

Dabi:

when you came back to your apartment, holding a load of groceries, you were quite surprised to see the situation at hand 

in the middle of your living room was dabi, at his big ass age, wrestling with a kid that couldn't be older than 12 

least to say, you were pissed 

“come on, fess up you little runt. did my old man have another kid”

“for the last time, NO! i’m yours!!”

“stop lying! my pull out game is too strong for that”

“EW! get off of me you staple-faced, burnt chicken nugget lookin’ fu--”

that’s when you intervened

“chicken nugget lookin’ what?” you questioned, looking at the boy with the look™️  

 the boy’s expression went from angry to scared in 0.2 seconds

dabi’s kind of impressed

“father. i-i was gonna say father”

“oh, that’s what i thought bc if you were gonna say what i thought your were gonna say, then i’d have to whoop your ass. but you weren’t, correct?”

“no ma’am”

“so we’re good?”

“yes ma’am”

“perfect. now what’s this about him being your father?”

dabi is taking out of his smugness and flinches under the heat of your glare

you ask him one time who he slept with and when he tells you you're crazy, you lunge at him

your kid lets you get a couple of good hits in before he decides to drop the news that he’s you two’s son of three from the future

you pause, his hand on your face and your fist in his hair

“deadass?” dabi says 

the boy nods his head and you two take the time to look at him

his features are undeniably yours and dabi’s; he was one of those kids that if you sat them next to one or the other, they could look like both parents

you two take it better than he thought you would 

“i always knew you wanted kids with me. simp”

dabi can’t even deny it. he just rolls his eyes and acts all tough 

then he asks, “you sure you’re not gonna get erased from the time continuum by telling us?”

the boy shrugs “i mean...i hope not”

it’s beyond y’all at this point

so you spend the day with the kid, who was named after Dabi (Touya Jr.), and it’s so obvious he’s a momma’s boy 

he helps you cook, set the table, and wash the dishes 

smiles at you like you’re the entire world

dabi is kind of jealous from all the attention you’re giving him 

fumes at the middle finger junior sneakily flips at him 

does it back 

claims to hate the kid but wipes the crumbs off his lip without hesitation

junior got the itis and is down for a nap

calls you two mom and dad before falling asleep 

you get all 🥺 and even dabi is a little nostalgic when junior disappears 

it’s quiet for a moment and then he says, 

“wanna do a practice round in baby-making. yknow? for the future”

you roll your eyes but you aint say no! 

Takami Keigo (Hawks):

hawks didn't expect to see a tiny kid on the edge of a building on his day off

there wasn't a lot that scared him, but he couldn't deny the fear hammering against his ribcage as he saw the child look around before jumping

thank goodness his speed wasn’t just talk

he caught the girl who didn't look a day past six 

he’s in the middle of giving her a huge lecture about safety and mental health, she just giggles and gives him the biggest kiss on the cheek 

“haha! i knew you’d catch me if i fall, papa~”

he’s too angry to even register what she called him

“that was totally dangerous, kid! what if i hadn't seen you? then what?”

“then i would fly” she said like it was the most obvious thing

he’s dumbstruck as two beautiful white wings sprout out of thin air and allow her to float next to the hero with ease 

hawks blinks bc yeah anyone could have wings, but he could tell that feather pattern from anywhere

it was his 

it was like his own fingerprint was staring at him 

did he accidentally knock someone up bc that would be a big uh-oh

y/n wouldn't like that at all

he asks the child who he is to her and she repeats, “papa~”

he then asks who the mother was and she goes, “mommy~”

she’s not the brightest crayon in the box, that’s for sure 

“what’s mommy’s name, kid,” he asks with the patience of a saint

“Takami Y/N~”

“you’re coming with me”

flys across the city with conviction

you’re lying on your bed, face mask on and reading a book in peace before your oh so wonderful boyfriend comes crashing through your open window

you don’t even flinch. so used to his surprise visits, you close the book and sigh

“to what do i owe the great pleasure of having you break into my house? again”

hawks holds the cute girl up, squishing her cheek as she laughs from the adventure they just went on

“mommy!”

“surprise!”

this time, you drop the book

eventually, with some cupcakes and chicken, the little girl tells you two about how she went to play with some kid and got zapped by a quirk and ended up here 

you also find out she’s the youngest of four

you look a little sick but keigo gives you a shit-eating grin

he’s so excited about having a family with you

you can’t deny the tingle in your heart

parades the girl around the house and they’re both laughing the same laugh, eyes bright with joy

it makes your heart hurt and now you have to join into the shenanigans 

you spend the day playing games, doing face masks, and reading books to fall asleep to

when you wake up, she’s gone but keigo’s arms are still firmly wrapped around your waist

“so now that you know i’m gonna trap you with four kids, when are you gonna pop the question?”  you joke 

but hawks isn’t laughing. instead, he’s smiling at you in a way that makes your eyes widen

he digs in his coat and pulls out the ring

“i was gonna try and make it a little more romantic. but why wait? so, what do ya say to taking my last name?”

[tattoobailee]

*  ──  (  yang hyeji  ,  twenty  four  ,  cis woman  ,  she / her  )  welcome  to  hilton  hills  ,  bailee  seong  weiss  !  after  living  here  for  twenty  one  years  ,  we  are  so  glad  you  have  decided  to  stay  here  this  summer  and  work  as  a  tattoo  artist  .  a  lot  of  the  other  locals  have  said  you  can  come  across  as  -  loquacious  and  -  obsessive  ,  but  are  also  known  to  be  +  artistic  and  +  genuine  when  you  want  to  be  .  if  we  were  to  compare  you  to  anything  ,  it  would  be  the  buzz  of  a  tattoo  gun  ,  ripped  skinny  jeans  ,  &  a  hidden  stash  of  colorful  canvases  .  make  sure  not  to  be  late  for  your  first  shift  and  clock  out  in  time  to  make  it  to  the  bonfire  tonight  !  i  hear  they  are  going to  play  pma  by  all  time  low  just  for  you  !

( hi cuties ! i’m jade & i’m super stoked to be here ! feel free to give this a like if you wanna plot with my bailee girl and i’ll slide into those dms ! )

GENERAL .

birth name : seong miyoung

american name : bailee weiss

dob : february 14 , 1998

age : 24

gender : cis woman

pronouns : she / her

sexuality : pansexual

BACKGROUND .

parents : two moms tbd

siblings : n / a

pets : a bearded dragon named jonas 

birthplace : seoul , south korea

hometown : hilton hills , ny

languages : english ( primary ) , korean ( conversational )

PHYSICAL .

fc : yang hyeji

height : 5 ′ 6 ″

weight : 119 lbs

eye color : brown

hair color : brunette & blonde or red ( changes quite often )

MISCELLANEOUS .

positive traits : artistic & genuine

negative traits : loquacious & obsessive  

aesthetics :  the buzz of a tattoo gun , ripped skinny jeans , & a hidden stash of colorful canvases

favorite song : pma ( ft. pale waves ) by all time low 

BIOGRAPHY .

       born to teenagers in south korea who decided they weren’t ready to be parents , seong miyoung became a child of the system and eventually adopted by a wonderful lgbtq+ couple from new york at the age of three . upon arriving at her new home , she was blessed with her new american name : bailee weiss . growing up , bailee obviously knew that she was adopted , but it was something she didn’t willingly go around sharing with people , because to her the family she had was the only family she had ever had and / or needed .

       bailee started to show an interest in art from a very young age , coloring a wide range of pictures for her moms starting at the age of five . her artistic expression only grew more when she reached middle school and was allowed to choose an art class as her elective . by the time she was in high school , art had become a part of bailee’s personality . she would often find herself creating paintings for her friends just because she wanted to and even a couple teachers had some of her pieces hanging in their classrooms .

       college was never in the books for bailee . after high school , she chose to become an apprentice at the local tattoo shop instead . she worked underneath some of the best artists she had ever met for a number of years before she was promoted and allowed to do tattoos of her own . although tattooing is her main focus , bailee still finds herself taking time to create art on canvases as well .

       although she grew up a couple hours outside of the area , new york city is bailee’s absolute favorite place to go . her moms would take her to times square every new years eve when she was younger to watch the ball drop ( a tradition they still do as a family to this day ) and they would occasionally take her to see a broadway production now and then ( yes , she is a total broadway baby ) .

       although art is her life , bailee has a number of other hobbies that she enjoys : watching scary movies , cooking , and attending concerts ( mostly pop - punk ones ) being just some of the many things she likes to do . bailee’s personality is seemingly well rounded given that she is an upbeat , carefree , happy girl who also happens to be very in tune with her emotions and enjoys wearing black year round . oh , and she has a bearded dragon named jonas ( yes , after the jonas brothers ) who is the light of her life !

TLDR.

       bailee was originally born in south korea as seong miyoung , but was adopted by an american couple who gave her the name bailee weiss . she is aware that she is adopted , but doesn’t go around sharing that info with people . her biggest passion in life is art ; something that she started to show an interest in when she was just five . instead of going to college , she got a job at a tattoo shop as an apprentice before eventually becoming a tattoo artist herself . new york city is her favorite place to go , especially if it’s for the new year’s eve ball drop or a broadway show . overall , she’s just a goofy emo girl with a pet beardie named jonas who’s obsessed with art and loves to watch scary movies , cook a yummy meal , or attend a concert now and then .

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

OTHER LOCALS : her entire life in the united states has been spent here , so anyone who also has lived here for a while is bound to know her !

TATTOO CLIENTS : she’s been doing tattoos for a few years now , so odds are she’s done some on the locals / people who frequent here ! 

FELLOW EMO KIDS : this one’s pretty self - explanatory ; they gotta stick together !

( more connections tbd ! )

[yungbludz]

Could we get a jealous Vinnie and he gets insecure but it’s also super fluffy? 🥺 thank you!!

Author: im so in the vinnie mood i might keep writing for him for a little more, also i’m really new to all of this so idk where he lives, i just assumed he moved to LA

Warnings: jealousy

not my gif credits to the owner

Living in L.A has its pros and cons, two of them are that no matter what you did, no matter how small or big of a deal it is, everyone is going to knkw and another one is that you are pretty close to most of your friends. You basically spend most of your summer with your boyfriend, Vinnie but that doesn’t mean you want to ditch all your friends and live with him for the rest of your life and although you enjoy hanging out with him you also want to see some friends. It’s a plain Friday when you contact one of your oldest friend, also known as Grayson Dolan. You’ve been friends since you moved in L.A a couple of years ago and they welcomed you with open arms. You’ve texted and decided to meet up at a random mall, you obviously asked him to bring Ethan along, although he’d come either way. You finish doing your makeup and look over to your boyfriend who’s playing at some game. ‘Hey cutie, I’m going to the mall with some friends, okay?’ You tell him and he simply nods, you wonder if he actually listened but it’s better if you don’t find out. Taking your car, the drive to the shopping center is short and you immediately spot the twins. They are like brothers to you, when you first arrived you developed a small crush on Ethan but you soon realized it was just because he was really attractive and it was best for you to just being friends. ‘Hey handsome!’ You greet them and they both hug you. Living in L.A also means you’re busy all the time and before you ask no, busy doesn’t mean spending the whole time making tiktoks, although there’s nothing wrong about making money through that app. You have a job and you recently moved out of your house, deciding it was for you to have your own place. Vinnie obviously offered you to live with him but you know how these things work and you don’t want to do things too fast. ‘Hey! How’ve you been? We haven’t seen you in ages, girl!’ Grayson asks you as you start walking around. You catch up on the news and buy some clothes, they have a good sense of style, not the best but it’s okay. Being around the twins means you embarrass yourselves in front of everyone all the time, whether it’s Ethan and Grayson fooling around or you, or all the three of you together. Unfortunately not always it’s possible to simply have a normal afternoon with your friends and as soon as you step out of the mall, to go and get a few ice creams you feel and see camera flashes. You tighten the grip around Grayson’s middle, giving him a side hug as you walk towards the ice cream place. They have noticed the paparazzi, they’re not a lot, just a couple but it’s uncomfortable for you. ‘I’m sorry.’ He whispers but you just nod, walking faster but one of them manages to stop you.

‘Hey guys! Haven’t seen you around in awhile, how have you been? Big ol’ reunion, isn’t it?’ He asks pointing the camera at you three, you are always really nervous when you have to talk to them because you know no matter what you say they’ll turn around your words. ‘Yea man, we’re good. How are you?’ Ethan answers as he keeps walking and gives him a small, forced smile. They try to be as nice as possible to everyone but you see it costs them a lot. ‘Good good thank you. So listen... Y/n, we’ve seen you a couple times with Vinnie, are you guys a thing? Because you seem to post a lot of tiktoks together.’ He points the camera at you and you hold tight onto Grayson which doesn’t go unnoticed by the guy. ‘Uhm yea, I don’t really like to talk about my personal relationships, you know?’ You answer forcing a smile to not sound rude, all they want is to cause drama and that’s last thing you need in your life. You can see your the ice cream place down the road so you know he’s going to leave soon. ‘Nono got it girl, don’t worry. So Grayson, are you seeing anyone? Maybe y/n? I’m joking guys, unless...’ you are pretty annoyed by assumptions, you get it, it’s his job to get all the gossips and stuff but being this noisy and annoying shouldn’t be part of his work. You can still write about these things without making the others so uncomfortable around you. Grayson chuckles embarrassed. ‘Uhm no, man. I’m not looking for loce right now...’ he smiles and his fingers draw circles on your skin, to calm you down and it works a bit. ‘I’m sorry man, we gotta go now. It was good to see you’ Ethan interrupts him before he can ask any of you any more questions. The guy nods and say goodbye, you walk in the store and finally relax. ‘Fuck.’ You sigh and realize you’ve been holding your breath this whole time. ‘I’m sorry, y/n. Didn’t know he’d pop out of nowhere.’ Grayson apologizes and you can see he’s really sorry, although it’s not his fault. It’s okay, Gray. I’m still not used to be stopped and asked personal questions by random people.’ You giggle and order. You try to forget this embarrassing moment of the day and enjoy the rest of it. Until it’s around dinner time and you drive back to Vinnie’s place since he wanted to cook you his specialty. You hug them goodbye, promising to hang out more.

When you open the front door Vinnie is nowhere to be seen which isn’t odd because whenever he plays at those videogames he loses track of time. So you walk towards his bedroom but he’s not there, the joystick lays on the bed and the room looks weirdly tidy, he probably decided to clean it since it was slowly becoming a junkyard. Then you hear some noises in the kitchen and decide to check. Here it is, sitting at the table eating some noodles and staring at the wall. He takes a sip of his water and acknowledge your presence. ‘Hey babe, you okay? You said you’d cook your specialty.’ You walk closer to him to kiss him but he stands up and put the dish in the sink. Vinnie avoiding your kisses is odd, he’s not someone who’d do that, at least not on purpose. ‘Vinnie?’ You call him since he hasn’t spoken a word since you’ve walked into the house. He looks mad but you genuinely don’t know why he should be, you’re not even late for the dinner he had promised you. ‘What’s wrong? Talk to me, you’re scaring me.’ You continue to look for answers, it’s pretty obvious that something is up but knowing Vinnie he tends to bottle it up until he’d eventually explode. He tries to leave the kitchen but you grab his hand and pull him closer, but he just frees himself of your grip. ‘Why are you embarrassed of me? I am not cool enough for you? Should I be taller? Fitter? Nicer? Tell me.’ He bursts out and you’ve genuinely never been more clueless and confused. What is he even talking about? You frown as his words. ‘Don’t play dumb. I’ve seen that little interview of yours and also all the pictures.’ He explains crossing his arms and waiting for your answer. Then it finally hits you: that guy from the afternoon must’ve posted the footage. But you’re still pretty confused because you haven’t said anything wronf. ‘What?’ You frown again and he pulls his phone, showing you the article. ‘Grayson Dolan and Y/n y/l/n, new couple of the year? The (your age) girl seems to have cut off things with the latest tiktok star, Vinnie Hacker, just to be with her old time friend and youtuber, Grayson Dolan.— you look up at Vinnie but he’s staring at the wall again so you keep reading— when we ran into them later this afternoon, she said, and I quote: I like to keep my personal relationships private. Maybe hinting at a break up? Who knows! Keep reading to find out more.’ Vinnie puts his phone down. He knows better than believe at this bullshit but he can’t help it when it comes to you, he’s not the jealous nor insecure type, but seeing you hugging Grayson so tight, being so close to him and also the fact that you’ve been friends for so long. He couldn’t help but feel insecure about it. He’s taller, fitter, older and richer. Why would you go for him when you’d have the possibility of dating that guy? ‘You know this is trash, Vinnie.’ ‘So you didn’t say that?’ ‘I-... That was completely out of context!’ You defend yourself but he chuckles out of anger. ‘What the fuck, y/n?! If you like that Grayson so much why aren’t you with him? Is this for the hype? Clout?’ He’s being mean for no reason but you know him well enough he acts like that when he’s hurt, he doesn’t mean any of that but that doesn’t make it less hurtful. ‘Are you fucking serious right now?! I’m with you for clout? Are you dumb?!’ ‘Well I don’t know, maybe I am. More reasons to date him’ he bites his bottom lip and although he’s trying to hurt you, he just feels his heart ripped in two halves just at the thought of you leaving him.

‘Don’t do this, okay? You’re letting them get inside of your head, none of this is true and you know it, Vinnie. You’re smart and you know I’d never hurt you like that. I said that because I’ve seen how relationships get ruined by this world. I’m not ashamed of you, I wanna tell everyone that you are my boyfriend but I know that the public eye will try its best to tear us apart, just like it’s doing right now. So please believe me, I’ve been friends with the Dolans for ages, even before you and I met. Do you really believe I’d decide to date Gray now that I have you? It makes no sense!’ You explain and his gaze softens. You have talked about this a lot, you don’t like the thirsty comments under his videos nor does he like the ones about you, you’ve talked about going public but you’ve seen way too many couples being broken up by that. You have given him no reason to doubt your loyalty nor your love, he knows you like him for who he is and not for the followers. You don’t belong to that fake world. He sighs and looks away, a tear rolling down his cheek, he tries to dry it but you see it. You take a step closer and grab his face. ‘I love you, Vincent Hacker and I will never do anything on purpose to hurt you. There’s no other man I’d rather be with right now.’ You tell him, your forehead pressed against his as he lets a few tears fall down. Seeing him like that and knowing it’s because of you hurts you like hell. He wraps his arms around your waist. ‘Unless we’re talking about Tom Felton, in that case I’m gonna have to leave the country and fly my ass to U.K, baby. Nothing personal, but it’s one time in a lifetime thing’ you joke and he finally laughs. You’ve missed his smile and you’re glad you’d get him to reason. ‘Well I’d do the same if I were you, so I can’t blame you’ he smiles and you connect your lips in a kiss. He can’t even imagine how much you love him and how happy he makes you. Your hands cup his cheeks and his pulls you closer. You pull away just to kiss the tip of his nose and he smiles. ‘I love you dumbass.’ ‘I love you more. Now I owe you a dinner, don’t I?’ ‘Yes you do, get your ass on work or I’m gonna have to scold you’ ‘uhm kinky... I like it’ you slap his ass as he walks past you and he chuckles.

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Changbin - Hybrid AU! (part II)

part I

here you are again buying a ticket for the circus

you barely slept after last night, the thrills of being a volunteer to a fire act still keeping the adrenaline running through your body

and, of course, him 

Spear B

you were excited to see what kind of fiery tricks he would pull off tonight since he promised you something special

as soon as you entered the tent, you sat on the second row in front of the stage

this time you wouldn’t hide yourself

kids and parents filled the place once more and you felt nervous

nervous to see his reaction once he spots you in the crowd

and nervous to see him again

you can’t deny that he bursted your heart’s doors and took a place in it in less than 24h

he was really impressive and mysterious, someone you’d like to know better

hopefully tonight you’ll be able to talk more

the lights suddenly went out and that same circus song began playing

funny how yesterday you were terrified of it, but now it made you excited because you know he is coming

the attractions were the same as the day before, nothing much changed except for the audience’s reactions

the kids were more hyped than yesterday, and you can’t deny you’re too

especially when the ringmaster appeared to announce the special act of the night

you can feel your own heartbeats resonating in your chest and your hands starting to get clammy

“ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages! You’ve laughed with our clowns, you’ve been thrilled by our acrobats, you were amazed by our jugglers…” the ringmaster spoke

“but now it’s time!” drum rolls filled the arena, just like it did yesterday

“it’s time to be mesmerized by our main attraction of the night!” the spotlight moved around the arena

oh lord… it’s now… he’s coming...

“brace yourselves because it's gonna get hot in here! Make some noise for Spear B!” the kids screamed their lungs out and you held your breath once he got on stage

he was so different, holy shit!

he had an undercut and his hair was styled to show his forehead

his right eyebrow had an X on it, which was quite charming, and he was wearing a tight red shirt

goddamn, you weren’t ready for this!

Spear B bowed to the crowd and as soon as he lift his head, the entire stage caught on fire

you were taken aback by the sudden heat, and the flames were so tall that you couldn’t even see him anymore

a hype song began playing and you saw some balls on fire moving in circular motion above all the flames

Spear B walked to the front of the stage, and you saw that he was juggling the balls amid the fire

the kids screamed, but you couldn’t do anything except to be mesmerized again by him

Spear B threw one ball at a time so high it almost reached the peak of the tent

when they all started to descend, he somehow created with his own mouth a thin stream of fire aimed directly at them and blew them up one by one like tiny fireworks

you smiled seeing his amazing pyrotechnic performance

you still had no idea how he did it, but it was absolutely extraordinary to witness it

he snapped his fingers and immediately the sleeves of his red shirt caught on fire

the flames quickly reached his shoulders, but with a strong clap of his hands he put out all the flames, including the ones that were still burning on the stage

the trick not only made his sleeves burn completely, but it also revealed the huge muscular arms you had no idea he had

geez… you’re twice as hot now

the lights suddenly went out and the song stopped

you held your breath once again, not knowing what to expect next

after about twenty seconds, a sudden brightness illuminated the arena, making your eyes shut involuntary

once you opened them again, you saw the same wooden target from yesterday, the same one that you were bound to while he threw spears on fire at you

but this time the edges of the target were lit up in flames

“and for Spear B’s last act, he had chosen a brave soul to come up on stage and be his victim” the ringmaster’s voice echoed through the arena

you smiled in the middle of all that hot craziness once his eyes found yours for the first time that night

he only motioned his head towards the stage and you already knew what to do

so you followed the staff and got up on stage once again with him

“ready?” he smiled and you felt your legs shaking seeing him so confident and so good looking and so, so close to you

you swear you felt heat radiating from his body

“yes” you answered trying to remain cool 

“yesterday you promised an unforgettable performance, so I’m counting on it” you provoked him

“don’t worry, Spear B never disappoints” he winked and you wish you could just grab him right here and now

but the staff came in and placed you safely on the wooden apparatus in the same Vitruvian Man position with your arms and legs wide open

you could feel the heat from the flames surrounding the target tingling your skin, and it made your heart beat faster

this was already different from the day before

you saw him picking up four spears and putting one on his right hand while the others he kept on his left hand

he turned his back to you and a staff came behind him while the crowd cheered loudly

you couldn’t quite see what they were doing, but as soon as he turned around again you regretted coming tonight

he was blindfolded

WHAT?!

“are you kidding me?” you asked almost screaming

“this isn’t even my final form” he mocked smiling, and it hurt to see that his smile was even more prettier with his eyes covered

the spear on his right hand caught on fire out of nowhere and you felt your stomach trying to get out of your body through your throat

but to make it even worse, you felt yourself moving

the staff was spinning the wooden circle with you attached on it

FREAKING HELL!!!!

you could only scream, even though you weren’t spinning too fast

the fact that you’re stuck with a blindfolded guy aiming a flaming spear in your direction made your life flash before your eyes

you led a beautiful, yet monotone life so far, but with no regrets

except for tonight

you shouldn’t have come back here

you’re so dead

you closed your eyes when the crowd began cheering

a loud thud was heard and your heart felt like it dropped to your belly

one down, three to go

Lord have mercy!

you pleaded silently, praying to the universe to allow this to finish soon

another thud and loud screams, but you were sure no one was screaming louder than you right now

you felt your consciousness slowly slipping away, this was taking too long for your liking

two more loud thud and the wooden target finally halted its movement

but you didn’t have enough courage to open your eyes

“give it up for Spear B!” the ringmaster shouted while the staff untied you from that wheel of hell

your legs were wobbling, but you were able to keep yourself straight with the help of the spears stuck on the target

when you slowly opened your eyes, you saw Spear B with his arms open in front of the crowd receiving his well deserved applauses

he took a few steps back, and out of the blue huge flames engulfed the stage again, just like he did in the beginning of his act

you shut your eyes quickly, afraid of the sudden fire so close to you

you also felt remarkably hot with drops of sweat running down your spine

“scared?” Spear B’s voice was soft near your ears

you opened your eyes and almost lost control of yourself

he was right in your face, protecting you with his body while the flames were still burning hot behind him and the circus song played loudly

it was overwhelming standing so close to him, especially with his huge arms next to your head and his taunting lips within your reach

“was this unforgettable enough for you or should I try again tomorrow?” Spear B gave you a smirk and you didn’t even know how to react, you felt like putty right now

“I’m sweating” was all you could say, and it made him laugh wholeheartedly

the flames on the stage disappeared once he snapped his fingers and could breath a little better now

“you still haven’t answered me” Spear B raised an eyebrow

“are you out of your mind?” you asked feeling all the rush of adrenaline hitting you at once

“YOU TIED ME UP, SPUN ME AROUND AND THREW SPEARS BLINDFOLDED ALL WHILE THIS THING CAUGHT ON FIRE” you screamed staring at him

you took a couple of deep breaths, using your back of your hand to wipe the sweat from your face

“so… I guess this is a yes?” you gave him an angry look, but his expression caught you off guard

he looked a little nervous, and even though you wanted to kick him for doing this without any heads up, you couldn’t actually blame him

you’re the one who accepted going on stage, and you’re the one that was expecting a mind-blowing performance from him

he delivered it, you can’t deny it, so you really didn’t have to be so mean to him

“I was just trying to impress you, I’m sorry” he apologized with his head down and your heart shattered like it was made of glass

“don’t apologize, you were great” you smiled a bit seeing his lifting his head to look at you

“you think so? I scared you” he placed his hands behind his back, and although his arms flexed lusciously, the fear in his gaze was all you could focus on

he asked you if you were scared, but now you know he’s the scared one

“you didn’t scare me, you just took me by surprise, that’s all” you gave him a comforting smile and he nodded, seeming to regain his confidence back

“may I know your name or should I just call you Spear B?”

“my name’s Changbin, but you can call me cutie if you want to”

“Changbin is fine” you laughed

“Then I’ll call you cutie” he winked, making you blush a little

“this is my first time visiting your city, can you show me around?” Changbin asked

“is this your smooth way to ask me on a date?” you teased

“it was just my way of asking you out, I know it wasn’t smooth at all” he placed his right hand behind his neck and let out an awkward laugh

“it wasn’t, but I liked it” you replied “this is a small town, but I can show you some fun places”

“I’ll get changed real quick and be back, you can wait me outside” Changbin said cheerfully and ran backstage

you laughed at the situation and got off the stage

you didn’t even noticed everyone was gone because Changbin fogged your mind with his presence

you went outside and sighed in relief after breathing the fresh night breeze

there were still some children with their parents taking pictures and chatting with the hybrid performers, and you thought of Changbin

he was able to play with fire so easily, but was he also a hybrid?

there were no records of hybrids that can control fire, so what was he?

“psst” you turned your head to see Changbin’s head peeking from a small spot near the tent and you smiled walking towards him

“shall we?” Changbin put on a black cap matching the rest of his black outfit

he was just in regular loose clothes, but he looked so good it was unfair

the two of you began walking away from the tent, bodies so close that your hands were slightly rubbing together

after a small silence, you decided to speak

“I’m sorry if this sounds rude, but I need to ask… what are you?”

“I’m a hybrid” Changbin told you

“yeah, I figured that out” you replied “but I still don’t know what kind of hybrid you are”

“can’t you tell?” he opened his arms so you could take a better look at him

damn, he was fine

“no, I mean.. you look like a normal human being”

“no, I look like a hot human being” yeah, you couldn’t deny it

“and how are hot human beings created?” you asked raising your eyebrow

“crossbreeding with fire-breathing dragons, cutie” he winked

“what?!” you laughed aloud in the middle of the street, he was totally messing with you

“c’mon, please, I need to know, I’m dying of curiosity”

“I’m serious” he said laughing as well

“ah, stop it” you lightly pushed him to the side and continued walking

“why do you think I can control fire?”

“dragons are mythical creatures, they don’t exist” you stated

“tell science that”

“then how? how are you possible?” you pointed at him

“my grandpa was an experiment, his lab was trying to create legendary hybrids for selected people to own”

“the scientists somehow managed to encode a fire ability into a lizard-like gene and ta-da! my grandpa was created”

to say you were in shock was an understatement, but he continued explaining anyways

“my grandpa was the only one who survived, his brothers and sisters all had weird mutations and faced horrible deaths”

“but he didn’t show any signs of being a hybrid, he wasn’t immune to fire, he couldn’t control it, he didn’t have scales, he just looked like a normal boy”

“and that’s why the scientists tried to kill him, cause he was flawed and reminded them of their failure, but luckily he managed to escape and found refuge in the circus”

“he was just a regular juggler until puberty came, then black scales grew on his torso, arms, and neck, fire could not harm him and he could not only control fire but produce it as well”

“then my grandpa knew the lab had succeeded creating a dragon hybrid, but they never knew”

“he became the main attraction of the circus and everyone everywhere came to see him. Some people even tried to buy him, but the circus is a huge family and we don’t sell our own”

“he made a lot of money and the circus was thriving, those were happy days as they tell me”

“my grandpa met my grandma, they had my mom, but she didn’t had the dragon gene”

“my grandpa was disappointed that he couldn't pass on his abilities, until baby Changbin was born” you laughed of the way he said this

“I mean, I didn’t come out of my mom’s womb spitting fire, but I was never burnt, so my grandpa thought that I must be special like him, and he was right, but we only found it when I hit puberty as well”

“yeah, I’m a man now, you can tell that, right?” he wiggled his eyebrows making you laugh again

“my grandpa taught me all the tricks he knew and here I am, trying my best to build my legacy as a legendary hybrid too”

wow… you’d never guess this is his family’s story

“is your grandpa alive?” you asked

“yeah, and he’s still performing” he smiled proudly “he’s with the main circus in another town, this circus is actually a side one, he says I need to practice in front of people and there’s no better way to practice if not in front of someone special”

“you didn’t practice in front of me, you practiced with me” you laughed

“but I did alright, didn’t I?”

“yeah, you did” you gave him a fond smile

“here we are” you smiled seeing the bright neon plaque of the only ice cream parlour in your town

you both got inside, and since the owner knew you too well, he promptly began preparing your order

“this is really small, but I swear they have amazing flavors” you said “but if you want to stick to the traditional ones, they have it too”

“here you go” the owner handed you the single scoop of chocolate ice cream with melted chocolate on top and your mouth watered

“thank you, can you put it in the tab, please?”

“I can pay” Changbin reached for his back pocket, but you stopped him

“it’s okay, I have an open tab here, I’m a regular” you explained

“you won’t have anything?” you asked already tasting your ice cream

“no, I’m cool” Changbin quickly replied “can we…?” he pointed outside and you nodded, even though you thought his behavior was a bit odd

you both resumed walking and you began sharing with him some funny stories about the ice cream place 

“I’ve never had ice cream” Changbin confessed unexpectedly and you stopped on your tracks

“why not?!” you were confused

“it’s too cold, I can’t eat it”

“really?”

“yeah, it hurts if I drink, eat or stand too close to something extremely cold” Changbin sounded a bit disappointed

now it made sense why he was so eager to leave the ice cream parlour, he wasn’t feeling well

“so you have no idea what is like to have ice cream? seriously?” he nodded

you had to show him somehow what ice cream tastes like, so you got closer to him, holding his neck tightly and pressing your cold lips on his

Changbin let out a bit of smoke through his nostrils, making you laugh and breaking the sweet kiss

“I was just regulating my body temperature” his cheeks were reddened

“I’ll take that as a compliment” you smiled

he licked his lips and smiled too

“chocolate ice cream is really good, by the way” Changbin said “but now I wonder what strawberry ice cream tastes like”

“why don’t we find out?” you smiled even more, intertwining your fingers with Changbin’s, pulling him back to the ice cream shop

thankfully, there were many flavors for you to show him tonight