#I already said my little piece about this over on twitter. I just hope he's well and that he takes a long break

[butchsophiewalten]

Thought I had posted about this already whups. Martin made a really important twitter thread earlier:

[bad268]

Hey. I love your blog. It's amazing. Is it possible for you to write about actress reader x colby brock. Like they are each others favorite and Sam and colby invite her to one of their investigations. Like in one of her interviews found out that their her favorite YouTubers and colby might ask her on a date?

Thank you so much 💗

Tweets (Colby Brock X Actor! Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Sam and Colby & Co.

Requested: Clearly (I had a little too much fun with this one lol)

Warnings: none.

Pronouns: First person (I/me)

W.C. 1087

Summary: An unearthed tweet leads to shocking revelations (with a best friend's intervention).

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^@/Colby's insta from November 16, 2023)

It all started with a resurfaced tweet from 2015…

I can’t say it was a lie, but it was before my big break, and I didn't have a manager running my social media accounts 24/7. I was just a normal teenager on Vine with time to kill. And now, I thought it was coming back to haunt me, pun intended.

That was until I received a DM from Colby himself asking me to be a part of their yearly tradition, Hell Week. At first, I was starstruck, but I would have been crazy to decline.

So that’s where we are now: preparing for the Conjuring House. A place of extremes. A place I told myself I would never go to because of how insane it is, yet here I am. And, of course, it’s going to be for a week. 

I was invited to Sam and Colby’s place to go over the specifics of the trip. I had just finished filming my latest movie, which was coincidentally being filmed in Las Vegas, so as soon as my scenes were wrapped up, I set off for their house.

By the time I got there, everyone else who was invited was already there. At least, I assumed with the number of cars in the driveway. I was still in stage make-up, but thankfully, I had changed into something more comfortable before I left the set. I grabbed my backpack before jumping out of my car, locking it, and walking up to the door, ringing the doorbell.

Almost immediately, the door is being opened, and I am face to face with Colby. After a beat of us just staring, speechless, at each other, I cleared my throat. I chuckled nervously before saying, “Hi, apologies for being late. Filming ran a little longer than I originally planned. I hope I didn’t hold you all up too long.”

“Nah, don’t even worry about it,” he dismissed quickly as he stepped aside and ushered me inside. “Come in, and I’ll show you where you can put your stuff. You’re staying and going with Sam, Seth, and me to Rhode Island, right?”

“If that’s still alright with you guys,” I replied, walking in step with Colby up the stairs. “I don’t want to impose on your personal spaces. I can go home, just say the word.”

“I would never kick you out,” he laughed, leading me down the hall and stopping just before the end. “Here is your room. There is a bathroom attached. It’s right next to the closet, and if you need anything, my room is right there.” He paused as he pointed to the room at the very end of the hall. “I don’t care if it’s the middle of the night. If you need anything, let me know.”

“I’ll feel bad if it’s the middle of the night, but I will keep that in mind. Thank you,” I replied as I walked in to set my bag down on the vanity. “I’m just going to take my make-up off and meet you guys downstairs if that’s alright.”

“No problem,” he said, “We’ll be in the living room and we’ll either order food later or go out. We’ll see how everyone feels.”

“Ok, cool, thank you!” I said enthusiastically as he left down the hall. I closed the door over as I walked deeper into the room. I grabbed out my micellar water, cotton pads, and hydrater before walking into the ensuite to clean my face. As I set them on the counter, I noticed a piece of paper.

It was a printed screenshot of Twitter. A specific tweet from Colby in 2016 read, “Give me a chance y/n.” The back of the paper had its own handwritten note.

“You have been Colby’s celebrity crush for years. I know you posted a tweet in 2015 asking if he was single, and I don’t know if it was a joke or not. I didn’t show him the tweet, but I can say he’s single now if that tweet is still true. Please just get him to shut up. -Sam”

I chuckled at the note before quickly cleaning my face to head downstairs. Everyone was sitting on the couch or on the floor facing the TV. Everyone except Colby. I glanced around the room, trying to find him, only to see him standing in the kitchen. He was looking through the fridge, so I walked up behind him.

“Can you hand me a water?” I asked, startling him in the process. He jumped up straight, sucking in a quick breath as he snapped around to look at me. “Did I scare you or is that residual energy from the Conjuring House?”

“No, I just…” he trailed off for a second. “Yeah. I wasn’t expecting you down here just yet.”

“Kinda like how you didn’t expect me to see this?” I teased as I pulled the paper out from behind my back. Colby’s eyes grew wide as his jaw dropped. He stammered, trying to come up with a reason behind it, but he could not get a cohesive thought out. “Don’t worry. I’d give you a chance.”

Colby stopped entirely. I could see the gears turning in his mind before he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He opened his eyes, immediately meeting mine as he reached out to take the paper from my hands, setting it on the counter. He held my hands in his as he closed the distance between us. 

“Y/n, will you go out with me?” Colby whispered as he bit his lip in nervousness.

“Of course, I will,” I whispered back as a smile spread across both of our faces. 

“How about after this meeting we get out of here and do mini golf and dinner?” He offered, leaning his head down to rest our foreheads together.

“I will take you down,” I laughed as I leaned more into his body. “Truth be told, I’m great at mini golf.”

“Okay, lovebirds, we get it,” Sam interrupted from the living room. “We get it.”

“Shush, Sam,” I quipped back as I snapped my head to look at the group on the couch, still holding Colby’s hands. “You’re the one that left the note in my bathroom.”

“Wait, there’s a note?!” Colby shouted as he immediately let go of one of my hands to flip the paper over, reading through the note. “Sam, I told you this in confidence!”

~~~~~

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[marmorafarms]

Hush: Sam x Cis Female Reader

Here's another smutty fic for you guys! This time, it stars Sam! The fic is based off of Sam's 10 heart event.

Summary: Sam invites you over to talk about his feelings late one night. After nearly getting caught in his room, the two of you decide to make things even riskier and have some fun! (Based on Sam's 10 heart event)

Word Count: 3440

Warnings/Content: vaginal sex, cunnilingus, cum eating, creampie

And as usual...

18+ ONLY!

Enjoy!

The morning rays of light streamed in through your window and onto your face. You could hear the twittering of birds, and the soft bleating from your sheep. As much as you didn’t want to, it was definitely time to wake up. Rubbing your eyes, you sat up and stretched.

There was a sudden sound that made your ears perk up. It was the sound of metal on metal, and you were confused as to what it could be. You exited your house in your pajamas and looked around. Nothing seemed to be amiss. Shrugging, you decided to check your mail since you were already out there. 

Your mailbox was empty save for one small piece of paper, a sentence hastily scrawled across it.

Meet me in front of my house after dark.

–Sam

Oh.

Oh.

A small smile tugged at your lips. The sound must’ve been your mailbox slamming shut after Sam tossed this inside. Meet him at his house after dark? You were very curious as to what he had planned out. Sam had never suggested anything like this before. You peeked at the letter again and sighed. “After dark.” Leave it to Sam not to give an actual time. 

You couldn’t lie, a similar scenario to this played through your mind every night before you went to bed. Closing your eyes to the idea of Sam holding you close, running his fingers through your hair before pressing his lips against yours…it was heaven. 

As you went about your daily chores, you began to think more about the situation. Should you dress up for this? Not in a little black dress and heels kind of way, but something nicer than your dirt-stained shorts and sweaty shirt. You sniffed a pit and scowled. Yeah, you were going to change.

The day dragged on, and you found things that usually happened in a snap were taking forever. The line at Pierre’s to buy seeds. The amount of time it took for Clint to crack open a geode. Everything was taking far too long, and you almost screamed when you realized you would need to wait in line at the store again because you didn’t have what you needed to make a special fertilizer. Dammit, you were going to have to shell out for some of the fancy stuff, and you really didn’t want to.

Finally, night fell, and you decided to take your time in the shower. You washed up with your favorite soaps and even used the fancy shampoo that Haley bought for you. That damn shampoo. You had been avoiding it, and just used the normal stuff that you could get at Pierre’s. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to use the nice stuff, far from it. You did. It just seemed way too fancy to use on the regular! But tonight was special.

Well, you hoped it would be.

You looked at your wardrobe critically, trying to figure out what the hell to wear. You settled on a pretty purple bra with scalloped lace edges, matching silk panties, and a summery yellow sun dress that hit right above your knees. You knew you didn’t need to wear your nice underwear, but you were raised to always be prepared. 

The walk to Sam’s place was relatively short. You had waited until 8 to head on out and hoped that would be the right time. Luckily, you were right on the money. You could see Sam waiting by his house. But he looked extremely nervous. He was biting his nails, a habit that you knew he was trying to get rid of. He only did it when he was worried, and as you approached, he started to pace.

“Sam!” you called out. He whipped around, and gave you a lopsided grin, his eyes soft. 

“Hey,” he said, but his voice was much softer. He kicked the ground with the toe of his shoe. 

“Everything okay?” you asked, concerned.

“Um…I just um. Well…I wanted to talk to you. In private.”

“What about?” you asked. It felt a little strange to just be standing out here, and you wondered if Sam was going to take you somewhere or not. Maybe he just had something quick to say. But if so, why would he say it in the dead of night?

“Oh, just um…” Sam shoved his hands into his pockets and cast his eyes skyward. “You know, it’s kind of cold out, don’t you think?”

You blinked. It wasn’t cold in the least, it was the middle of the summer after all. You gave him a confused look.

“I just think it might be better to go inside,” he said. “You know, my room is the warmest. We could sneak in there. Where it’s not cold,” he said nonchalantly.

“Sneak?” you said, raising an eyebrow. “We can’t use the front door?”

“My mom would freak if I brought someone to the house this late,” Sam said with a laugh. “Especially a pretty girl like you.”

“A pretty girl, eh?” you said, and a light pink blush dusted his cheeks. He cleared his throat.

“Well you are,” he said, bravely looking you in the eyes. “Everyone knows it.”

“Oh do they now?” you asked, taking a step forward. Sam’s adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly, watching you approach. You were close enough to him now that you would only have to move your hand a few inches to touch his chest.

“Y-yeah,” Sam breathed, looking at your lips. He wet his own with the tip of his tongue.

“Well I’m glad you think so,” you said, your lips ghosting his. But right before anything could happen, you pulled away. He looked a bit surprised, and you shot him a cheeky grin.

“You were going to take me to your room, right?” you said. “Where we can have some private time to… talk ,” you said, putting heavy emphasis on the last word. You both knew exactly what you meant by “talk,” and he had the decency to look embarrassed at what he had suggested.

“Only if you want,” he said quickly.

“I do,” you said. “But how are we going to get in?”

“Oh!” Sam said, face brightening. “Don’t worry about that, I left my bedroom window open.”

You chuckled and followed him, watching him bounce on the balls of his feet as he went. This felt so high school, but in the best way possible. Sneaking into a hot guy’s house through his bedroom window? This was some YA novel shit right here and you loved it.

“Alright, I’ll go first,” Sam said as the two of you approached the window, but you stopped him. 

“I can go, don’t worry,” you said. The window wasn’t high up but was just high enough to where you had to bend a little to get in. You popped your ass up as you bent over to climb in, and grinned to yourself when you heard Sam burst into a coughing fit. You hoped you had also managed to flash your panties as well.

You looked around his darkened room and gently pulled the chain on his desk lamp, turning it on. The room was awash in a golden glow, and when your eyes met his, you melted. His big brown eyes looked beautiful. You always admired the golden flecks in his molten chocolate eyes, and they almost reminded you of a deer. Large and innocent, they looked you over, and you smiled.

“So I know I talk about the band like, 24 fuckin’ 7,” Sam said, closing his window with a soft click. “But, that’s not everything to me, you know? I mean, it kind of is, but that’s not the only thing that makes me happy. Not the only thing I’m passionate about,” he said, eyes blazing.

Your heart was beating a mile a minute as he reached out, taking one of your hands into his. Sam leaned down and pressed his forehead against yours, and it took all you had to keep your breathing regular.

“I’m really glad we’ve grown closer,” he murmured.

“Me too,” you said softly. “I’m so glad we’re friends.”

“About that,” Sam said, lifting his head up. “Do…do you think of me as just a friend? Like, only as a friend?”

You opened your mouth to speak, to tell him how you felt, but your words quickly died in your throat as a knock sounded on Sam’s door.

“Sam? I’m coming in!”

You and Sam exchanged terrified glances. It was his mom, Jodi!

“Quick! Hide in the bed!” Sam hissed. “Get under the covers!”

“Under the…don’t you have like a closet or–”

“No time!” Sam said, and you quickly dove under the sheets as you heard the door knob turn. If it hadn’t felt like high school before, it certainly did now! Here you were, a grown-ass woman, hiding from your crush’s mom under his bed sheets. This was so so stupid. But thrilling at the same time. The idea of getting caught was doing things to you. Positive things.

“Is something wrong darling?” you heard Jodi ask. “Wait…you weren’t…?”

“ Mom! ” Sam said, mortified. “I wasn’t…why would you even ask that?”

You wanted to laugh at his reaction to what Jodi had just implied, but you needed to keep quiet! You couldn’t blow this!

“I just heard some weird noises, that’s all,” she said. “And your face…it’s so red. You look a bit sweaty too.”

“I was doing push-ups!” Sam said wildly, and you cringed. Push-ups? What kind of dumbass excuse was that?

“Push-ups?” Jodi asked, surprised.

“Yeah! Just wanna uh…beat dad at arm wrestling! He keeps kicking my butt at it, and you know, that’s gotta stop. Right? Right. So that’s. That’s what I’ve been doing.”

Good fucking Lord. 

There was a long pause, and you held your breath, waiting for Jodi to either leave or examine the room.

“Well, I guess that explains it!” Jodi said with a tinkling laugh. “Well…good luck!” she said. “I’ll leave you to it.”

“Good luck?” Sam asked.

“You want to beat your dad at arm wrestling. Good luck with your strength training,” Jodi said simply. “And be sure to have fun!”

“Okay, I will!” Sam said. You heard the door close and Sam breathed a sigh of relief.

“Finally!” he said. “That was close, too close.”

You poked your head out from under the sheets and then sat up. You leaned back slightly and looked up at him.

“About before,” you said. “I–”

“Look,” Sam interrupted. “Before you say anything I…I just want you to know that I was trying to tell you that I really like you. I think we could really have something special together. Know what I’m saying?” he asked. 

You sat there in stunned silence. Honestly, you couldn’t believe that you hadn’t been the one to confess first, but you were glad it had been him. He was looking so earnestly at you and looked so open and vulnerable. This was a side you hadn’t ever seen before.

“Alright, I said it,” he said, and you realized that you had been quiet for a bit too long. “I told you how I feel.”

“You did,” you said, and scooted towards the edge of the bed. You beckoned to him, but stopped him when he got close. Gently, you placed your hands on his hips. You hooked your thumbs into his belt loops and looked up at him.

“I’d like to tell you how I feel too,” you said. “But I’ve always been more of a show don’t tell kind of person.”

Sam looked confused and let out a yelp and you yanked his hips forward. You toyed with the button to his pants and looked into his eyes. 

“Let me show you,” you said, and bit your bottom lip.

“You sure?” Sam breathed.

“Hell yeah,” you said. You popped the button open and pulled his zipper down slowly. His cock was already half hard, and you kissed it gently, hands going back to his hips. Sam let out a gasp as your lips touched him.

“You’re kissing my dick before me?” he asked in a joking tone.

“Get down here if you want to kiss me,” you huffed, and he chuckled.

“You’ve got kinda a tight grip on me there baby,” he said. You let go of him, and he sat down next to you. 

“Can’t believe this is happening,” he murmured, tilting your chin up with a finger. He leaned down, and your lips brushed. It was a soft, chaste kiss, and all things considered, it was quite lovely. But it wasn’t what you wanted.

“That was nice,” you said as you slung your leg across his lap, straddling him. “But this is better.”

Without pausing to let him respond, you flung your arms around his neck and kissed him long and deep. His large hands quickly found your waist, slowly moving towards your hips as you kissed. As you slid your tongue against his, Sam’s hands went lower and squeezed your ass.

“Hey there,” he whispered.

“Did you say that to me or to my ass?” you asked, raising a brow.

“Um,” Sam said, eyes wide. “To…you?”

The two of you stifled your giggles and kept kissing. This was exactly what you loved about Sam. He was cute and silly and fun . There was never a dull moment with this man, and that was just what you needed. You had come to Pelican Town at a low point in your life, and he was the ray of sunshine you needed.

Sam slid a hand under your dress and dipped his fingers into your bra. You moaned into his mouth as he rolled your nipple in between his thumb and forefinger. Your hips involuntarily jerked, your clothed crotch rubbing against him. Sam gasped, and you began to grind your hips down. His cock was only covered by the thin layer of his boxers, and when he rolled you off of him and onto the bed, you could see it was wet with precum.

“Don’t got a condom,” Sam mumbled.

“I do,” you said, forever grateful for dresses with pockets, “but…I kinda don’t want to use it,” you admitted with a blush. 

“I’m clean, are you?” he asked, and you nodded.

“Perfect,” he said. “Then let’s get you out of this dress.”

“And you out of those pants,” you said. The jeans you had undone were slowly sagging below his ass, and you were sure he would trip if he tried to stand up. Sam shook his pants off and then flipped up your skirt. He reached down and touched your wet heat with two fingers.

“You’re soaked through already,” he said in a rumbling voice, running his fingers over you. He pressed a thumb where he knew your clit would be and gently began to rub tiny circles over it. You gasped out, and he gently put a hand over your mouth.

“You gotta be quiet babe,” he said. “Don’t want my parents to hear, right?”

You nodded and watched as he pulled your panties off and flung them to the side. He looked down at your dripping pussy, looking like a man who hadn’t eaten in months presented with his very first meal. 

“Spread ‘em,” he said, patting your thigh. You kicked him in the ribs, and he laughed. “Spread ‘em…please.”

“I guess,” you muttered, rolling your eyes dramatically. You let your knees fall to the side, and he settled himself in between your thighs. He hooked your thighs over his shoulders and held you in place as he began to lick in between your folds. 

You shoved your knuckles into your mouth as he dipped his tongue inside you, and then quickly moved to your clit. He lapped at it with the flat of his tongue before gently sucking on it. That was far too much, and he once more had to clamp a hand over your mouth.

“Okay, let’s do this differently,” he said. The two of you maneuvered until you were on your hands and knees.

“Wanna eat you out, but you’re too damn loud,” he said and started pulling his boxers down.

“Felt so good,” you said. “Couldn’t help it.”

“This’ll feel good too, okay?” he said. He got onto his knees, and roughly put a hand over your mouth. You couldn’t see his cock, but you could feel the soft head gently pushing at your entrance.

“Ready?” he asked. You nodded, unable to speak, and he slid in slowly. Thank god for his hand, because if it hadn’t been there, your moan would’ve put a pornstar to shame. His cock was nice and thick, stretching you wide. You couldn’t tell how long it was, but it felt so goddamn nice inside you. His other hand gripped your hip, and he began a steady pace.

It was good, but he was going too slow for your liking. His hand was doing its job a little too well, so instead of using words, you pulled off of him nearly all the way, and then slammed back against him, ass hitting his hips with a loud slap.

“Oh fuck ,” Sam hissed and began slamming into you. You arched your back slightly, and with that slight angle change, his cock hit you just right. Each thrust was sending you to heaven with how good it felt.

You could hear the bed squeak slightly, but neither of you really cared. The two of you were purely carnal beings at this point, desperate for pleasure. 

“Gonna cum inside, okay gorgeous?” he panted, and you nodded quickly. He sped up, and you knew you were going to be aching for the next few hours, maybe even the next day. When he finally spilled inside of you, you could hear the strangled sound of him trying to keep quiet.

The two of you sat there panting, but something felt off.

“You didn’t cum,” Sam said, and you looked back at him. He looked frustrated with himself.

“Gotta rub my clit to get me to cum,” you admitted. “Just fucking me doesn’t do it. Never has.”

Sam considered this, and before you could do anything, he flipped you onto your back. He was suddenly back in between your legs. Sam licked his cum out of you, tongue dipping inside and then darting up to your clit. His face was messy, covered in a mixture of your slick and his cum.

You moaned loudly again, and Sam pulled off.

“We gotta do this at your farmhouse next time,” he grumbled. “I wanna hear you moan but you gotta stay quiet right now.” He looked around and spotted your panties. He quickly grabbed them and looked at you.

“Open up,” he said. He pushed your soaked panties into your mouth and moved back down to your pussy. With the makeshift gag in place, he continued licking, not stopping until your head was thrown back, eyes squeezed shut, and back arched. Fireworks exploded behind your eyelids as you came on his face, thighs squeezing his head tightly. When you finally came down from your high, you took the panties out of your mouth and looked at him. Sam had a dopey grin on his face, looking very pleased.

“I guess I gotta go,” you said after a few minutes. “Can I borrow some boxers to wear? Kinda don’t want to wear those,” you said, gesturing to your spit soaked underwear. Sam nodded and found a pair of bright blue boxer briefs, tossing them your way. He looked disappointed, as though he wanted you to stay. But there was no way you could. It would be to easy to wake up the house if you snuck out in the morning.

“You should come pick them up tomorrow,” you said casually, heading over to his window. Sam looked surprised and then smug.

“Liked it that much?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you said. “But I mostly want to scream your name without your mom and dad hearing,” you admitted. “I don’t like being quiet.”

“I don’t like you being quiet either,” he said. 

The two of you exchanged a swift kiss before saying farewell. You climbed out his window and took your time heading home. That had been amazing.

It was only until you were just about to fall asleep that you got a text from Sam.

we’re a thing right?

like

you’re my girlfriend and stuff?

You almost laughed out loud but sent a quick yes before falling sound asleep.

[jeneseoquoi]

saw this thing on twitter saying 127 are all the type to get in a fight for u but who do u think actually would fight??? like i cant see alllllll of them fighting lol

LMAO i'm laughing bc i saw this exact same thing on twitter too. it was hilarious seeing everyone's opinions. here's mine:

nct 127 | reacting to you in a fight

taeil: he is absolutely not jumping in at any point in time. will make sure nobody tries to sneak you though. snatches anybody's phone who tries to record it. tells you you won even if you both know they two pieced you up. laughs every time when it randomly pops into his head weeks/months/years later.

johnny: his big ass. he will definitely laugh while recording if you're really tossing that ho like a salad. if you start losing or the other person's friends try to jump you, he's immediately intervening to stop the fight. lines everyone who witnessed it up and makes them delete any incriminating evidence off their phones.

taeyong: is BEGGING you to stop fighting. once he realizes it's dead serious and you're not going down without a fight, he just steps back to watch and make sure nobody around is being sneaky. (saw someone on twitter say he would post the other person's weave that he snatched up the next day and i absolutely stand by the person who said this lmaooooo.)

yuta: MY DAWG IS 100% IN THE MIDDLE WRECKING HOS FOR YOU. like the minute he senses you're about to get in a fight, he's already there throwing bows left and right. let a trifling bitch pull your hair, he's immediately got them in a chokehold talking about some "i'll let go when you let go." lays out anybody who ever tries to step to you again. this is my rider frfr.

doyoung: is so embarrassed omg. yelling at you to remember his image in hopes of getting you to come to your senses and stop fighting. actively running around the crowd taking peoples' phones so they can't record. soooo mad at you after the fight is over, but still makes sure to take care of you and any wounds you suffered.

jaehyun: anyone who decides to be with this man has to have hands like. he is genuinely confused as to what's happening, but trusts that you can handle your own so he just watches in amusement. lies and tells you it's just a little scratch & that you still look pretty afterwards, even though your shit is BUSTED. at least you won though.

jungwoo: is screaming, crying, and throwing up. like normally you're his soft, sweet baby, so who the fuck is this?!?!? in tears the entire time it's happening, like he can't even comprehend what led up to the fight in the first place. on his knees, BEGS you to never ever get into another fight ever again. he is genuinely traumatized, like he never sees you the same way again lmao.

mark: cursing everybody in that mf out. "the fuck is your problem bro"-ing everyone involved. only hops in when he sees you starting to lose. in turn starts getting his ass beat, which gives you the advantage to start molly whopping hos so you can save your man. will forever remind you of the time he got his shit rocked just so you wouldn't lose a fight. don't ever let him go hahaha.

haechan: honestly, probably the reason you're in a fight in the first place. like he was the one talking mad shit in the first place, but you know he don't got hands at all, so now here you are fighting his battle. keeps taunting the other person & the people on their side like "yeah that's right, mess with me and my girl will smack you up." you promise yourself that when you're done whooping their ass, that he's next.

[marshmallowprotection]

Choi Twins 2023 Birthday Analysis

Would you believe me if I said that I don’t have much to say this time because the details are always too obvious to spend hours trying to figure out what the little details are? I wouldn’t be me if I wasn’t trying to figure them out, though... Anyway! Here we go, let’s talk about it!

So, Cheritz already gave away what’s happening in this picture. It isn’t much of a surprise to me because the theme this year is everyone as children. Which, that frightened me the very second we started on Yoosung’s birthday given just how many of our friends were neglected as children. They gave us one of the happier moments in Zen’s childhood, but we, the fans, know that Saeran and Saeyoung spent their childhood in shackles.

I’ve been speculating for months how they’d even handle this. Some of the hard questions I had to ask myself were: What if they have no choice but to draw the two of them apart? What if Saeyoung is in college and Saeran is in the church in this photo? What if it’s like the 2019 split screen? I didn’t think they’d go as far as to show Saeyoung in the field and Saeran in Mint Eye because they’d be older in their years and beyond what we’d consider their young childhood.

So, Cheritz choosing to show one of the only positive days from their childhood was probably for the best. I can’t tell y’all how scared I was we were going to get a photo of them sitting together in their childhood home with a smuggled piece of cake and a single candle. I mean, it’d be touching to think that Saeyoung would want Saeran to have a good birthday moment, but I don’t think anyone could’ve handled that theme.

“Secret Outings” is all you need to hear to connect the dots on this image. It’s a moment where their mother passed out and there’s a small window to get some ice cream, look at the clouds, or feel like they might just escape a living hell one of these days. I think the relief I have over this only comes from the fact that the Twitter Event will have the boys trying to find the good in the bad, and enjoying the realization that their present can be whatever they want it to be and they’re free.

I pray whatever image they’ve got cooked up on Twitter won’t kill me. If it’s the boys are kids trying to enjoy ice cream, I am going to full on cry for a week and i won’t be okay. They always add an image to the Twitter threads so there is really no telling what it’s going to be. It might be a single photo, or there might be two of them and I don’t know what’s worse. The thought of the boys together on the fleeting summer day of freedom... or them apart, celebrating as young boys who miss each other dearly.

Anyway! As you can see, my speculation is more or less taken care of. I know a few things about this photo. The boys are likely outside somewhere because the hard light that’s on Saeyoung’s head implies he is either directly in the line of the sun or he’s standing by a window where the sun is on him. It makes more sense to me that he’s outside from the harshness of the light. I can’t write off either for this situation, but there’s only so much I can dissect from the small window they gave us.

This could be inside OR outside. It’s a window but I can’t tell if they’re inside of a building or not. I would hope not, if only because the angle here seems like it’s... an outside view of a window. I don’t know for sure. I definitely can’t tell from the other half of the image. There are a lot of whites and blues in this photo... and I can tell y’all from experience over the years that anything that’s a light color isn’t going to reveal anything to you whatsoever.

It makes finding Zen and Saeran so much harder than it needs to be... literally. I’ve cried in group photos because if Zen and Saeran are there... it means I’ve got a chance of not only losing them to the background details, but I’ve got the worst chance in the world of screwing up which is which.

Speaking of that, a lot of people have been saying online, “Why is that hair so white?” Again, I’ll give you the answer to that, Saeyoung’s hair looks white due to the hard light that’s hitting him. It’s not Saeran. It’s not a photo of the boys as babies with the wrong hair color like they did with Children’s Day last year. This is just the way light theory acts out.

The Children’s Day photo was done just for the sake of keeping spoilers out and away from the front and center for fans who don’t know everything there is to be aware of at this point, and for the sake of consistency.

They don’t want to draw everyone drastically different from the way they are in the present. That’s why Yoosung, Jaehee, and Saeran don’t look like how they actually would.

Hard light brightens anything it touches. It’s called hard light for a reason, and if you work with photography or digital art, you’d have discovered this a long time ago when you were just starting out. Here’s an example of a basic hard light I’ve done on a photo of Saeyoung just to give y’all something to look at to clear up a round of confusion. You can see right off the bat that it makes him look bright to the eye. His colors are extra saturated and feel garish if you look at him for way too long.

See how his highlights become whiter? Yeah. That’s the same thing that’s going on in this photo. I hope that clears that problem up for anyone since I’ve seen it a lot since the preview was posted last night and I don’t know if anyone’s had a chance to explain how light works in photos.

So, all and all, I think what’s happening in this photo is simple. Saeran is nervous about being outside for too long and Saeyoung is trying to reassure him that the world can’t hurt them as long as they’re together. Which, in hindsight, it hurts so much to think about them having conversations like that and knowing what’s the next step in their lives while they’re none the wiser to it. Saeyoung is the brother who would do anything to see Saeran smile, and Saeran is the brother who has no choice but to cling to Saeyoung and pray for the best.

Saeyoung is wearing a black shirt or jacket. Saeran is wearing a hoodie that’s a few sizes too big for him. Whatever they have are things that Saeyoung got from a donation bin. I don’t think anyone here believes that Mother Choi would care enough to make sure they boys have something on their back. She gives them the bare minimum so she can afford to wet her lips with alcohol. As long as the two of them aren’t dead, that works for her. They don’t need anything but that in her eyes.

This is the first time we’ve seen baby Saeran drawn in something that isn’t the white button-down or the green shirt he wears in the flashback to the cathedral and the Special Believer package. It might be the first time Saeyoung has been drawn in something other than his black hoodie, too. I just don’t know if this one has sleeves? The color is too light on his arms to have sleeves!

It’s a notable detail to me because I would never imagine the boys wearing any clothes that make it easier to tell how small and malnourished they are. I know they’ve got bruises, too. Saeyoung and Saeran would definitely make a point of wearing clothes that cover everything up. They don’t want to attract attention to them. Their father could be anywhere... his men could be just around the corner. Their hair is enough of a dead-giveaway. They don’t need to make it obvious to anyone.

Anyway, I’m excited for the twin’s birthday and I can’t wait to see them. Boys, I love you so very much. You’ve been a part of my life since 2016 and I know that I wouldn’t be where I am today if it wasn’t for you. That’s why I’m happy this year that the theme is everyone as children. They all survived and made it a place in this world where they had each other as family. The RFA is a found family and I am happy to be a part of it. I know we all suffered, but we have each other now in every sense of the word. They’re my family.

I survived, they survived, and I’m happy to say that you’ll get through whatever you’re going through, too. Our past is a part of us, yes, but it doesn’t control our future. That’s what I hope to see when the boys take to Twitter and recount their history. What we’ve survived may always be with us... but, our future can be the place we want it to be as long as we’re ready for it... and I think, Saeyoung and Saeran are ready to tackle the present and the future. I’d like to think we all are after seven years of being a family.

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summary: “I’ll ask my dad,” she forces out. “Y’know, after the whole skipping school business." He smirked in response, head nodding down the hall in a gesture for us to continue on. “He’s more mad about that? Not the weed?” She shrugs, avoiding his gaze with cheeks puffed out. “Parents, right?” warning: Hopper and Steve being sweeties, cursing, mentions of drugs wc: 2,580

The holidays come and go, and the bottomless pit to rot within Autumn is slowly filled. “To hope,” they said, and he refused to allow her to slip into doubt and darkness. He’s called for time off. Time spent away from countless complaints and paperwork. He had called in the very next morning, handing over all responsibilities to Powell to bask in this new life for just a few more days. On any other day, maybe there would have been some guilt. But he makes promises with the intent of keeping them, no matter the risk involved. Hopper had endured the chaos of Black Friday only as a sheriff, taking calls for assault or stolen goods. The madness of saving money, flipping the switch of humanity, and turning most shoppers into monsters—though Hawkins had been a little different. Such a small and sleepy town became more lively, but rarely did he witness flying fists or true rage to tear people apart. It was a shocking comparison to the bigger cities; even some of the locals took their business elsewhere for more extravagant goods. That Friday, he chose to join the masses with a girl by his side.

“Don’t wander,” he warns with a firm tug of a baseball cap over her brow. “I never lose sight of you, capiche?” The girl holds up a sign for "ok," responding in amusement, “Capiche.” It’s not funny, knowing the threat is still out there. Whether it be her father or the man he works for, he is out on the hunt to get his hands on something once within his reach. Yet still, he smiles back at her, despite the bile brewing as his nerves kick into high gear. They spend hours out there, bumping shoulders with shoppers or staring through glass windows at the many deals waiting for them. She would ogle at the fineries but ultimately move on down the block, simply enjoying the chance to be out and free. Hopper is never far away, walking in her much shorter shadow with eyes cast in every direction, looking for eyes that lingered a little too long or anyone he could recognize. But there’s nothing. Hopper can feel his tension ease just enough to find some joy out beneath the sun, nearly colliding with the girl as she’s paused at another glass pane. Autumn stares in silence at the refurbished furniture, and there’s a visible interest as she leans in closer. “See anything you like?” She jumps back at his words, nearly forgetting he was there. Her response is hesitant, shrugging as she searches for the right words. “I-I like antiques. But who doesn’t?”

She’s about to continue onward, but Hopper is quick, as he’s already at the door, waving her inside. It’s a cruel joke, but she humors him, and they move between the various pieces of furniture. It’s not as busy as most stores, but busy enough for Hopper to cast questioning looks. His attention is locked on the girl as she stands near a cabinet, her fingers moving along the details. The wood is natural, though deep red wine in color. Two doors hide shelving within, and a mirror is featured in a showcase. She does nothing but admire and leave it behind, though Hopper is quick to snatch the tag. “What the hell are you doing?” Her tone is as if he’s offended her—a clear shock in her eyes while he gleams. “You need furniture for your room,” he states rather simply, while the gears seem to stick in her mind and slow function down. “Y-well, yeah, but-” “Keep lookin’ around,” he suggests as he pockets the tag—a sign that the piece is no longer available. "You might find somethin’ you like.”

They spent the weekend heaving and hauling pieces of furniture up into the attic, sweat on their brows and wild laughter as neither of them considered how the pieces would get up there. But they manage, and her room seems almost normal. Almost.

It’s Monday morning now, and Hopper is forced to head back to work while Autumn blends in amongst the students. She’s slow-moving, feeling almost jetlagged from the time spent away from class, and still struggling to work it all back into routine. She manages to drag her feet out into the dewy morning, heavy steps scuffing along the dirt as she moves towards her Jeep. Her guardian isn’t far behind her. He's nearly stumbling out in haste with a paper bag held high in the air. “You forget somethin’?” Realization hits him as he stands in the cold—there's no Steve. No boy is waiting with music playing and a silly grin on his face; she stands alone with her fingers already tucked beneath the door handle. Her other hoists the bag up for his view, stating, “I have my own. That’s yours.” Lunch is the least of his worries, as his fists fall to his hips. “Where the hell is your ride?” With a laugh, the teen shakes her head. “Waiting for me at school. Bye, Hopper.” She doesn’t tell him about the boy's confession of their deal; instead, she makes her own. He provides the space she needs, giving her time to herself as she rides to school but is glued to her side until the bell rings. He worries, and seeing her reassures him. Hopper stands at the final step and watches as she pulls away, the green Jeep slow to vanish from his sight with the lack of brush. A heavy sigh escapes, and he’s prying the fold apart to peer inside. Leftovers from the dinner prior: Beef Stroganoff scooped into Tupperware with snacks to tide him over in the long hours. It’s not what he’s used to. Not having put in a thought to his lunch and winging it when the time came. A child somehow manages to think for him when her only focus should be herself.

At Hawkin’s High, her actions are pushed back to the furthest corner of her mind. It’s nothing out of the ordinary, and even if it were, Steve was too busy occupying her time. There was no room for second-guessing. He’s at her car door within seconds of her arrival, waiting and watching out for the girl with the eyes of a hawk, swooping in the moment he spots her. He’s nothing but sunshine, and it’s hard to deflect the warmth as it sinks in through her skin. “How was your vacation?” They walk side by side, unable to feel the judgment once given, as students have now lost interest. “It was... good, actually.” “Yeah? Next year, let me come over. My dad was a prick the entire time. Almost makes me wish he’d go on another business trip,” he finishes with an awkward laugh, though it’s quick to die and fall flat in his chest as he reconsiders his wording. Kind eyes are now full of dread and regret, seeming ungrateful as his family was complete while hers was torn. “I’m sorry,” the boy suddenly states. His fingers are lightly gripping the sleeve of her sweater to guide her attention back to him—to see his sincerity as he speaks. “I-I didn’t mean-” What comes next isn’t what he expects, cut short in surprise as her lips pull into a smile. “You worry too much.” It’s almost baffling to watch her ease by the school doors, unbothered by his words, while he remains stuck in guilt. The boy has to push his way through the bodies to join her side again, sparing a confused look as he studies her. “Weekend was that good, huh?” She gives a small shrug. “I’ve had worse. Like, a strange man doing a B and E.” Steve scoffs in reply, shaking his head as he mimics her expression. But all seems to fizzle out as she pauses in the hallway, her lack of presence hard to ignore. When Steve looks back, the joy has been stripped from her eyes and replaced with something he can’t quite figure out. Her brows are pulled tight with a stare unwavering from something up ahead. “What? What is-?”

It’s Jonathan Byers. The boy always seemed to have a sleepy look about him, but he seemed more disheveled than the week before. His eyes are sunken; you can tell even from a distance that he’s been awake for too long. The boy seems almost in a daze, moving sluggishly and staring hard at the supplies in his locker as if he were trying to break through a heavy fog. “Must be his first day back. I haven’t seen him since... well, y’know.” Her eyes are lingering, and he can see the obvious interest, though nervous, as her fingers tighten around the strap. “C’mon, Aut,” he encourages with a gentle nudge of his elbow. Unknowing of the guilt she still holds close for letting Will slip from her grasp. “Go catch up.” A look of uncertainty is given, and he can only smile back, a hand now resting on her back for further reassurance. “I’ll see you at lunch, okay? Same table, same time.” He manages to pull a snort from the girl, and now satisfied, he drifts away, vanishing in the crowd. At some point in the exchange, Jonathan finds her among the wild animals. An empty hand raises to give a small wave, almost seeming like a stranger despite all they have gone through. Before the monsters and up to now. It doesn’t give her the confidence she needs, but she pushes forward to meet him at his now-cleared locker. No posters or ugly words scrawled on the surface. Exhausted eyes have lowered by the time she’s within reach, organizing all he needs for the morning in his bag. “Welcome back?” she begins, trying to pull herself out of the treacherous waters of discomfort. There’s a faint hint of a smile—weak—before lips fall to a flat line again. “What joy,” he states in a heavy sigh, flipping the door until it slams shut, his eyes landing back on her. The girl waits a moment, studying him in silence and coming up with a plan of action as he is clearly out of sorts. Will had come home, and the monsters were beaten back into the shadows. She’s certain he would be joyful on some level.

She elects for a distraction—something out of pocket to lure troubled thoughts away. “Steve’s been up my ass since you’ve been gone.” It was only half true. Knowing it had been... far longer than that, by now. He chuckles—it's lazy and halfhearted—and his eyes fall to flip through his notebook. “Y’know what they say. Kill together, stay together.” He’s not meeting her eyes; that alone is enough to set her off course. The tone in his voice only added fuel to the fire. “Yeah, a real bonding moment,” she spits back with a narrow gaze. Without further comment, he moves on, his back now facing the girl. It’s almost gut-wrenching, and she can’t bear this sudden cold shoulder—unable to place where it came from. They fought side-by-side, didn’t they? Negative thoughts are cast out as speedy steps race after him, pushing her way through bodies to walk at his side. “What gives?” He hums in response, confused and still not meeting her eyes. “Wha-?” she tries to repeat, half expecting the boy to put on the brakes for them to talk in private. He keeps moving, and she’s forced to take hold of his arm, forcing him her way. “What’s going on?” A heavy sigh deflates his body, his focus flickering elsewhere until it lands on her. “Nothing,” “‘A’ for effort,” Autumn retorts. “Try again. This time, really give it your all.” With the roll of his eyes, his body falls to lean against the wall at her side. “I don’t want t’be here.” It’s not a satisfying answer. Her neck craned forward in hopes of encouraging more from him, and he caved under her stare. “M’not sleeping. Neither is Will."Hearing his name has alarms sounding off in her mind. Having not seen him or Jonathan since the hospital, she was unable to seek either boy out to check in. “Because of-?” The teen nods at first before continuing. “He’s not sleeping because of what happened. And I’m not sleeping because of him.” There’s a feeling of guilt for asking, causing her stance to relax before it joins him on the wall. “I shouldn’t even be here,” he states in anger, frustration evident on his face as he thinks of his baby brother with one less person to care for him. “I need t’be at home. Mom can only handle so much. I-I just feel helpless here, y’know? He’s struggling, and I have t’do book reports.”

Autumn waits in silence, letting his anger simmer out until it’s only embers in a pile of dust. Dying out, yet ready to spark with light given the chance. “It’s bullshit,” the girl says with a hard sigh. The conversation felt a little too similar to the one she had with Nancy last week. “It is bullshit.” The girl’s head lolls to the side, studying the dark circles under his eyes and the far-off look he held. As if something in the distance held him frozen there. “How is he?” He meets her eyes briefly, his chest filling with a breath to prepare for honesty. “Not good. I-I mean, he has moments where things seem fine. Then, it’s like he’s somewhere else entirely. Like-” “Like he’s back there,” she finishes for him, almost lifting the weight from his chest. “Yeah. Then, the nightmares. But he’s trying.” Autumn lets out a long hum in thought, the idea of a boy still locked in distress, leaving her unsettled. She was squirming in her skin. “I promised him Mud Pie.” Another short chuckle is heard off to her right.

“You left him there.”

The words ring out and rebound off every nerve. She’s rattled and burdened by guilt, despite not knowing if she could have saved him. Maybe Will had come to his senses with time to recover. Now understanding, and the thought of her leaving him behind only brings discomfort. It’s a pain she can’t seem to stomach, so she bites her tongue. “You should come by,” he suggests. “I half expected you t’be camped out in our living room.” Like a deer in the headlights, Autumn is left bewildered and uncertain of what to do—or say, for that matter. “Y-yeah,” she begins with unease. “It’s just... all been so crazy.” A timid smile rises to the surface, and he doesn’t seem to catch on that she’s hiding something. Blame it on the lack of sleep or total ignorance, but he wears a look of true happiness. “I know he misses his favorite storyteller." It’s hard not to be warmed by him or the thought of the younger Byers boy nodding along to his words. “I’ll ask my d-” It’s almost too easy to say. She fell into the routine of asking her dad for permission to leave or simply telling him outright. That routine was stripped away and replaced with unfamiliarity. “I’ll ask my dad,” she forces out. “Y’know, after the whole skipping school business." He smirked in response, head nodding down the hall in a gesture for us to continue on. “He’s more mad about that? Not the weed?” She shrugs, avoiding his gaze with cheeks puffed out. “Parents, right?”

[hypno-cc]

HYPNOVEMBER DAY 1: COLLAR

This month, C&C will be doing a micro story every day based on a Hypnovember list curated by Robohypnoo on Twitter. Day 1’s prompt was “Collar”. “Are you fucking kidding me, Sandra?”

Rufus furrowed his brow and shook his head as he listened to the torrents of laughter coming from behind him. He threw the colorful birthday wrapping paper and box to the ground as he looked at the collar in his hands. His girlfriend had always playfully mocked him for his name since the day they first met. “Rufus is a cat’s name” was her favorite refrain, followed by a boop on his nose and a giggle. He found it funny the first few times, almost even endearing. But eventually he made it known that she found it much funnier than he did. It didn’t stop her at all.

“Oh come on, Rufus! You’ll look so cute in it!” Sandra choked out the words in between guffaws.

The rest of his birthday presents from her had been stellar. A new controller for his PS5, a new silky burgundy button-down shirt he could use for work, but then he got what she had called his “special final gift”. He looked down at a leather collar, human-sized but clearly modeled after what a cat would wear. The brown leather straps were more than long enough to fit around his neck, and in the middle was a shimmering gold medallion in the shape of a cartoon fish, with the name “RUFUS” inscribed with laser cutting.

“I am not putting this on, Sandra.” He was trying to hold back the sharpness in his voice, but wasn’t doing a very good job of it. “I don’t find this particularly funny.”

Sandra stopped laughing and took a deep breath before going over. “Can I get, like, one picture of you wearing it? Just for my own personal collection? I promise I’ll never show anyone, sweetpea. I promise.”

He sighed and shook his head. “But I-I’ll look ridiculous! And I already told you to stop with the stupid cat jokes, there’s no way this won’t just make you do it more!”

“Okay, okay, I promise,” Sandra said as she rubbed his shoulders with a tinge of guilt in her voice, “if you put the collar on, just for a moment, I’ll never make one of those cat jokes about you again without your permission.”

“You really mean it?”

“Cross my heart, hope to die, and all that. I’ll ask you personally after.” Sandra smiled as Rufus looked back down at the collar in his hands. 

“I… okay. I guess. But only for a second, okay?”

Sandra stifled a giggle and put her hand over her mouth for a moment. “You can wear it as long as you feel is necessary, sweetpea.”

“Okay…” Rufus took the collar in his hands and felt Sandra walk behind him and clasp it onto his neck. Suddenly, he felt a sharp jolting sensation. There were bumps in the collar he hadn’t noticed, and as soon as they touched his skin he felt something like an electric shock blitz through his core. His emotions were a strange cocktail of confusion, fright, and paralysis for a split second, and his thoughts were like a broken mirror in his head that he couldn’t piece together as Sandra walked up into his blurred vision.

“Boop!”

She touched his nose with her finger and his thoughts instantly melted away. Boops were what good kitties got. He sank to his knees on the floor, his body flooded with arousal and his mind full of fog as he looked up at his beautiful girlfriend, the only person he could conceptualize in that moment. What vestiges remained in the working parts of the back of his brain tried to sound an alarm, but he couldn’t find the words to express it. Instead, he looked up at Sandra and something snapped in his brain as he lost his voice. “Meow… Mrow?” He lacked the capacity to realize he spoke any other language as he swayed in place, admiring his new owner.

“Ah, the collar worked like a charm. Happy birthday, my good little sweetpea. You might say this is more of a gift for me than it is for you, but… hmm, it doesn’t seem like you mind.” Sandra began stroking his hair as he crawled over to her mindlessly, curling up in her lap. She pulled his sweatpants down, revealing his throbbing cock, and wrapped her fingers gingerly around it as he yelped with pleasure. “Now, my love. You don’t mind my silly little jokes about you being my good little kitty, do you?”

All Rufus could do was nod and purr.

[yukidragon]

Will u make more of your take on aphrodesia!Sunny day jack? No pressure if u dont want to!

I’m so glad you want to see more of the Something’s Wrong With Sunny Day Jack and Aphrodesia crossover AU! I certainly want to do more with it, particularly writing some short fics and art in that setting. For the most part I’ve been taking a break with writing and drawing in general to recharge (which is why Sunshine in Hell hasn’t been updated in a while), but with the occasional writing blurb here and there for funsies. It’s kind of like the writer equivalent of doodling.

Since you were so kind to ask for more of this crossover AU, and in the spirit of celebrating the kickstarter getting successfully funded and reaching 300 followers on my twitter, I suppose I could post a little narrative doodle. I’m not sure if I’ll actually finish this little rough snippet, but I had fun making it. Maybe you’ll like it too.

If I do wind up finishing it, I’ll be sure to post the polished version in Sunshine in Another World. I hope you enjoy it!

Oh, and as a heads up, this flashfic is for Adults Only. These fandoms are for Adults over the age of 18 Only. Things are pretty explicit right from the outset, and it’s a bit kinkier than my usual spicy writing, so it’s going to be entirely hidden behind a cut.

I never thought I’d be writing a smut piece about cockwarming with a mafia boss, but here we are.

...

Alice had to learn to be patient about a lot of things ever since she was inducted into the Sunny Family. She had to learn how to sit still and focused for hours to be an effective sniper. Back when she was barely hanging onto the lowest rung of the family she had to be patient and ready to be summoned at a moment’s notice by her boss. Most of all, she had to be patient until her debt was paid off, and she could finally leave this bloody life behind her and return to her real family.

One thing Alice never thought she would have to be patient for was for Sunny Day Jack to just fuck her already.

Ever since the two of them got together officially as a couple, Jack never seemed to be able to keep his hands off Alice. Well, admittedly he had a hard time keeping his hands off her since the day they met, but he was nothing if not respectful of her boundaries. However, at some point their physical contact crossed from platonic hand holding to a heck of a lot more. It had been such a striking change in her life, going from never having sex to making love practically every day. They spent every single day together, and it was rare that they wouldn’t wind up naked and entwined together at some point.

Despite how active her sex life had become recently, Alice still had no idea how she wound up in the lap of the leader of the most powerful and respected crime families of St. Valens with his large dick buried deep inside her. What was even more inexplicable was how Jack expected her to just keep still while he filled her so completely to the brim. She was so acutely aware of every inch of him, especially the part of him that faintly throbbed inside her, hot, hard and more than ready to just finally rail her over the desk already.

How the hell did I get in this mess? Alice wondered, not for the first time since she got embroiled in the seedy criminal underbelly that infested the city of St. Valens. Sure, indulging in her boyfriend’s kinky request was a far cry from the worst thing she had ever done while here, but it was hard not to feel frustrated when her body throbbed with need.

Unfortunately, her boss ordered her not to move until he was finished with his paperwork. ‘Let’s play a little game,’ he said. ‘Won’t that be fun?’ he said.

Jack even sweetened the deal by offering Alice some sort of prize if she ‘won’ their little game, though he didn’t say what that would be. He also didn’t say what her ‘penalty’ would be if she ‘lost.’

That damn prize better be worth it, Alice thought bitterly as she watched the most dangerous crime boss in the city sign yet another paper while she struggled desperately not to start slamming her hips down on his dick - penalties be damned.

Jack pretended to take no notice of his assistant’s discomfort. He didn’t exactly ignore Alice, idly stroking her hair in an almost offhand manner as he used the other to thumb through his paperwork. Seeing her so impatient for him was intoxicating. He wanted the game to last for as long as possible. The flush of her pouty cheeks was so cute, and the exquisite velvety feeling of her pussy wrapped around him was heaven. She was so perfect, as though she was made for him. There was nothing in the world better than to be one with her like this.

Well, admittedly, it was a little taxing on his patience. Although Alice did well not to move, her occasional twitches around his dick sent small sparks of pleasure that was sweet torture. It was difficult for Jack to hold back and continue the game instead of bending her over the desk to pound himself into that deliciously hot and wet pussy of hers, but he was committed to seeing it through.

Besides, teasing Alice was pretty fun. Jack wondered just how long it would take for her to break down and beg him to make love to her. She was already so impatient, so needy for him.

This game was as good as won.

“You’re doing so good,” Jack murmured as he pressed a kiss to Alice’s forehead. She still flinched a little where his lips touched her scars, but not as much as she did at the beginning. It was enough to send another spark shooting through his dick as her spongy walls fluttered around him. His breathing caught for a moment, but he managed to keep a straight face despire the sweet torture the game put them both through. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Jack…,” Alice said, cringing at the needy whine in her voice. “How much longer?”

Jack chuckled, the corner of his mouth hooking into a smirk as he admired her flushed cheeks. “Just a little longer, sunshine.” He pressed another kiss into her cotton candy soft hair this time.  “Don’t worry, I’ll be done soon.”

Alice couldn’t stop her sigh of frustration. “You said that half an hour ago.”

“Yes,” Jack admitted almost a little too innocently. “I suppose that is true, but ‘soon’ is just a little sooner now than it was before.”

Alice huffed as she pressed her cheek into her boyfriend’s shoulder, taking solace in at least his warmth. She tried not to think about the burning in her core, but it was impossible not to ache for Jack to make love to her. He was so warm, his embrace so comforting, and he gently toyed with her hair or rubbed her arm in a gentle affirmation that she was precious to him.

 It was wonderful, but it wasn’t enough. Alice couldn’t ignore the way her pussy throbbed with need and begged to be pounded into until she lost all sense of reason.

There had to be a way to get Jack to end the game sooner without losing.

Another kiss to her cheek, along one of her most prominent scars. The action was so tender and loving that her insides fluttered despite her frustration. It wasn’t just her chest that constricted with emotion, and Alice caught the shuddering breath Jack let out, as well as the small noise that was suspiciously like a whimper. It was so cute.

It also gave Alice an idea.

Jack was in the middle of his signature, when a gentle squeeze around his dick sent a jolt of pleasure through him that caused him to scrape his pen across the page. He had to take a moment to compose himself, but another squeeze drew out a whimper that he failed to bite back.

“Sunshine,” Jack said in a slightly husky tone.

“Hmm?” Alice asked with an innocent smile painted on her lips.

“I told you to keep still,” Jack chided as he poked one of her pinked cheeks with a finger.

Alice just made her faux innocence even more obviously fake as she batted her eyelashes cutely at Jack. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said sweetly even as she squeezed around his dick again, her voice catching a little. It also sent a shudder through him and into her that felt absolutely delicious. “I haven’t moved my hips an inch, just like you told me to.”

Jack eyed his mischievous sunshine with a considering look, but found his train of thought interrupted by another jolt of pleasure as Alice tightened herself around him again. He moaned her name despite his composure, and he put both hands on her hips to stabilize himself, only for her to do it again, and again, wearing him down in the most wonderful of ways.

Maybe the game wouldn’t be so easy for Jack to win after all.

[pokerninja2]

I think it's time we do another breakdown, and this time it'll be someone who I hold near and dear to my heart. A character who realistically wouldn't get in a Mario game without it being considered a crossover but I could never resist adding anyway - Rabbid Peach! Move aside Human Peach, you'll get your time to shine soon enough. For now let's focus on this divalicious bunny!

So yeah, Rabbids are officially on the table for this roster! Admittedly I was iffy on whether or not I should add them, risking the "integrity" of this roster dedicated to the Mario franchise. But while Rabbid Peach and friends technically have their origins from another franchise, so far their appearances are limited to Mario + Rabbids, which is ostensibly a Mario game. So I think the rules can be bent a little for them. I added her right when Sparks of Hope got revealed last year, which is what pushed me over the edge to add her. And I'm glad I did because I like drawing these rabbit rascals!

Anyway, onto the art piece itself. Rabbid Peach has obviously outfitted herself in cybernetics, complete with twin blasters and a visor for aiming. Blasters were obviously her main weapon back in Kingdom Battle, although if I knew she'd have a rocket launcher in Sparks of Hope I might have incorporated that instead. Either way, the blaster design is mostly original. It does kind of look like a recolored Red Wasp though, albeit it was unintentional.

Also unintentional, but her having two blasters also resembles Mario's Dual Slinger from Sparks of Hope! Like I said she was made before we knew anything about the game beyond the cinematic trailer, but it's still a fun coincidence.

Plus I think high-tech cybernetic stuff really fit with the vibe Kingdom Battle's weapons had. I'm happy with it, even if it doesn't match what her Rabbid friends have.

Something else I wanted to touch on is her icon. I already showed her icon among others on a previous post, but I thought it'd be cute if the Rabbid characters all incorporated the "R" from the Rabbids logo in some way. In her case, I took the bump on the R and made it in the shape of a heart. It's cute!

And of course, I couldn't have Rabbid Peach without her taking selfies for her social media following! I like headcanoning that she joined the league just to impress her fans, and she livestreams all her matches as they rave for her like rabid sports fans. Anyway, her snapping a selfie to stun enemies just seems like a fun idea.

If you went back in time and told me from 10 years ago that you would be utterly obsessed with Rabbids that dress as Mario characters and fight using guns, I think he would have sued you for defamation. I never imagined that I'd end up making Rabbids fanart, but here we are! I'm satisfied with how Rabbid Peach turned out, and while I'm definitely more of a Mario + Rabbids fan than a straight-up Rabbids fan, the Rabbids fanbase on Twitter has really taken a liking to what I did with them! Hoping the fanbase on Tumblr likes it just as much.

[these-are-the-first-steps]

It’s difficult to describe what an ingrained, integral, and “but-of-course” piece of our childhood the original power rangers were. This is what we played on the playground at *every single recess* in kindergarten, what we fought over for roles (kimberly and tommy the most argued over). This was THE prime soap opera for little kids and we were so glued to it that for at least three years it honestly made up our entire lives. We were all in tae kwon do and other martial arts classes because of it!! 🤣 Someone else on twitter said that this show single handedly generated revenue for martial arts schools in the ‘90s in the US and they weren’t wrong.

We were 5, 6, 7 years old. Yes of course we all knew what happened on the latest episode. We were all calling each other immediately after the juiciest episodes ended. The very first episode where kimberly and tommy kissed I lost my little 6 year old mind so badly I HAD to call my friend IMMEDIATELY, only to find that the second I picked up the phone, my friend was already on the other end when I hadn’t even dialed and my phone never even had a chance to ring. She’d run straight to the phone to call me, too! 🤣

Like it was so integral to who we were as little kids and what our interests were that the only thing that even began to displace it took the full force of the spice girls to do it.

I don’t know. I don’t even know where I’m going with this. Besides an attempt to convey the significance. Many years ago we also lost the original yellow ranger (who had already quit the show by then sadly) to an honestly tragic car accident. And to lose someone else, especially someone as iconic as Tommy…..like I can’t fathom. At one point today I tried to put myself back into my tiny self in my old house in front of my old tv on saturday morning and thinking “He is dead now” and the reaction is just absurdity. Absurdity!! How?? We loved him so much. And he was, for many of us, our first real crush to boot.

Every memory and fact I add to it just adds another stake to the heart.

I feel like, though, from the brief glimpses I can stand on twitter that, at the very least he knew. He knew!!!! He knew what he was to us and what he meant to us and how our tiny little worlds revolved around him and the others and that silly over the top little kids show. He knew, and he 120% got it. I think that’s why he stuck around so long, with effort. And he put in so much to give back and acknowledge that to everyone who got the chance to go out to cons and say so. All those folks who got to tell him, thank you for being representatives for the rest of us who never got the chance.

So yeah, I feel he fully knew and fully understood which I think is rare and there is some degree of comfort in that. I can’t guess at what it was that couldn’t keep him here anymore, but I get the feeling that with all brutal life things that it has nothing really to do with anything we know about probably. The things that haunt us come from strange corners and usually never really see the light of day. If any of that makes sense. If you get what I mean. Something separate that became horribly inconsolable. And I’m so sad because he deserved a better, kinder life and fate than that. He deserved better.

I’m rambling and this has just become a list of some thoughts I’ve had today. I don’t really have anywhere else to put them, so I hope you all don’t mind.

[waywardnova]

About: The True Tale of the Sockburn Worm

So the story can be found in two places. It’s online (here: https://www.silversunbooks.com/post/monsters-masquerades-issue-6) and a print version of the magazine is on amazon (here: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1913786323?&linkCode=sl1&tag=josijaff-21&linkId=2297ab50332fcde6cd3f3cf0faed7f8e&language=en_GB&ref_=as_li_ss_tl)

Ok so I may have said I’d write about my other stories over the next few days, but I’m indecisive. So I’m gonna write about my first short story now instead.

So the ‘True Tale of the Sockburn Worm’ was published in issue 5 of Indie Bites which was themed all around monsters and masquerades. When I actually wrote the story I hadn’t planned on publishing it, my original intention had been to just write my weird little stories and show them among my friends. But then I stumbled across Indie Bites on twitter and decided that since the story closely matched the theme of the magazine issue that I should submit it. A few months later I go an email saying it had been accepted! And after a few more weeks a few changes had been made and it was published! I still remember how excited I was to have my very first short story published

But what is the legend of the Sockburn Worm? Spoilers for the story below.

So the ultra short version of the original tale is that an 11th century knight called Sir John Conyers kills a ‘worm’ (otherwise known as a wyvern) who is stalking his families land in Sockburn, County Durham with a falchion. Most retellings then focus on the falchion and how there was a ceremony of the prince-bishops of Durham receiving and then giving back the sword when they were first appointed. 

I like that little legend, though I was bothered with the lack of detail given to the fight itself. So I ended up creating a retelling of it from the perspective of Sir John Conyers. In the short story Sir Conyers is an alcoholic man who boasts of his past deeds while chugging pints of beer. We meet him in one such retelling where he gradually gets drunker and gets details wrong, such as the suddenly appearing-and-disappearing Marie. This is all done from the perspective of Sir Conyers speaking directly to the audience.

So the main ‘thing’ of the story is playing around with the standard knights tale by way of an unreliable narrator. The whole point of Sir Conyers is that the reader is never sure when he’s telling the truth. So you’re left doubting the whole of the tale even while he insists that its the truth. I’ll readily admit that it’s not the ‘deepest’ of short stories but I still enjoy the inversion. Though I am pretty biased in favour of it.

The editing process did definitely benefit the story though, with the main two changes being a lame joke being taken out plus the insinuation against the prince-bishop being significantly changed to something tamer. 

Looking back on it is strange. I’ve only been writing for 5ish months now, but it feels like I’ve already developed a lot since I wrote this. But I still enjoy it, it’s a more light-hearted piece that’s steeped in the history of my home county.

Also, I have a fun fact about the story. It came around as I stumbled across the Sockburn Worm while looking for folklore creatures of County Durham for a novel idea I had. I still plan on writing that novel, so maybe Sir John Conyers will make a return one day ;)

And so ends all my thoughts on ‘The True Tale of the Sockburn Worm’. For anyone who has read the story, thank you and I hope you enjoyed it (and I hope you read the other stories in the magazine too!)! Also I gotta thank the editor, Asha, who suggested some great changes to the story that made it much better. Hope you all have a great day!

[deathberi]

Hello Eri!!! Glad to hear that you had a relaxing weekend! As I'm working in catering and hospitality service, i've differents days offs than the common ones, i had full of rest tho!!

Okay okay listen I plead guilty, I lied, I checked out your anilist already DHSJSKDD But I gleaned so much more infos here 👀 (as I should dhsjsj) Oh interesting, i would never have expected you might have conflictual feelings about bleach! I mean, i have too tbh... I don't remember very well the names of the arcs but i really loved bleach, until the defeat of Aizen. I've followed it every week until the end tho! I remember I loved very much Hirako Shinji, the arc of the past was one of my favourite essentially because of him shjsja

YESSS I HEARD ABOUT KAGUYA!!! I only have watched the anime yet, it made me very sad to hear that it was about to be over. And for tokrev too! What are you thoughts on that ? Tbh I'm very happy of the way it's ending because since the beginning (more like since Baji's death lmao) i've expected a happy end, even tho it's a bit rushed, i'm still happy with it. I know that almost half of the readers are mad about the end but it's not the worst manga ending I've seen lmao

I'm very curious now to know who are you favourites characters ? Do you have favourites otps? (I bet at least Ichiruki 👀)

Sjejssk I'm kinda bad for recs, but let's see, according to what you said to me i'd say Sakamoto Days, ousama ranking, one piece, assuming you haven't read/watched any of those yet! So, Sakamoto days (I believe they'll announce an anime for it one day) is about a former killer who has decided to found a family and consequently he gave up on his past as an assassin (more because his wife told him to). However today he's victim of conspiracy and some people want him dead for what he used to be and the symbol he represents. It's about strong family bonds, regardless the blood (to me all the mains are a big family dhdjsj). It's also very fun to read, and only 95 chapters to go to catch up djsjsks

Ousama ranking is one of the cutest anime i've ever watched. Basically it's about how a little prince, named Bojji, born deaf and considered weak and not suitable to become the next king by his people, will become stronger and even stronger.

And One Piece... i can talk hours and hours about that one! It's my favourite! (That rec is definitely not objective) The story blew my mind several times. You probably already heard about it, and it has a lots of episodes/chapters too, but as you rewatched bleach, watched detective conan, i feel like you will not be afraid by 1000+ chapters/episodes djsjsks

I'm used to writing a lot, I mean, I'm a chatterbox, sorry if it's too long hsbsjss I wish you an amazing week Eri 🧡

- Your animanga secret santa 🎄

hi santa!! sorry it took a while! i can only hope every weekend is as chill as that one was. sometimes though i have minimal weekend work duties as well. oohhh, it's nice to hear that! i often think having different offs than usual is nice in a sense that when you need to go out and theres not much people outside (dont mind me just complaining against the amount of people there are in the mall when im off and i just wanna chill out lol)

haha all good! it's there to be checked of course! :)) the more im into a series the more i cant stop hating on all the small and big things its doing wrong so TwT i started on it very early and followed it religiously. it's all better when you just think it ended when they defeated aizen. i got purely into the series due to the shinigami business so i very much enjoyed all the past arc and back stories, too!

i found kaguya interesting enough to jump to the manga right after i watched the first season. sometimes i have no patience when the manga is right there and available. kaguya manga got wrapped up pretty nicely i think it would still be enjoyable to see those all animated. gosh tokrev! what a ride that was haha there are a lot of people on twitter spewing hate on the ending but i feel like they didnt even read it fully or anything. i agree with you that the ending was expected most especially when they all just started dying one after the other lmaooo. it was rushed i guess, i wouldve wanted to see more of them in, you know, *peace*... i was pretty shocked (positively) at the course of the last few chapters before the last one cuz i kinda paused on reading the updates when there was no mikey and then one day i saw a very controversial tweet and was like holy shoot i need to read them all updates asap! the ending was nice, couldve been better but all in all its okay. i cant be bothered to be mad about it. as long as mikey's okay >w<

fave characters and ships! actually im more of a fave chara/ship person rather than a fave series person. iygwim hehe, like im a merch collector and theyre all based on just fav characters and ships, i dont usually collect series line or smth. so no doubt ichiruki, the state of my blog cannot deny that! <3 my dear baby otp mimato (mimi x yamato from digimon series) - you can easily find them on my blog i make sure to do my monthly otp shitposting :)) + more otps vegebul (dragon ball), luluC (code geass), eremika (snk), inukik (inuyasha), and shinran of course (conan). my most beloved action figure boys are killua, sasuke, bakugo, hao, tobio and tooru (they go hand in hand lol), and mikey! (uhh yeah i kinda have a type and it shows... starts with a D and ends with a euteragonist)

ahhh thank you for the recs!! did you crosscheck my anilist before coming up with these cuz it seems so except...(later). sakamato days definitely sounds interesting! im gonna have to try that before the year ends! ousama ranking, im a bit familiar from seeing random snippets on twitter. but i havent really watched it from the top so sounds like a good one for a cute and maybe chill show. and lastly, one piece fdjskfsd omg im not sure i should be saying this on public tumblr but i guess people wont read much on this wall of text anyway but im sorry i am not a fan fsdfjdsk as everyone most likely cannot avoid, i have seen a lot of its early episodes on tv randomly. and since its a big thing and all, i did read it before. until somewhere in the 600s chapter. it just didnt stick and idk what was the arc then but im sure it was the arc i didnt like the most. i got bored and i was already caught up then as well so was like what do i do now. wait for the arc to be over and for things to get interesting again? but then i just forgot about picking it up again until i already forgot everyone except the strawhats' and main fam's names jslfkjdslkfj i think that was also the time when i started binge watching a lot of kdramas sooo...lemme blame it on the oppas for a bit >w<

i hope this wasnt too incoherent! appreciate you for writing to me a lot, it made me happy to see the message~ im a chatterbox too but mix it with clutter cuz most of the time its just unfiltered word vomit TwT

til next time then, have an amazing week santa! ^o^/~

[misora-msby]

embarrassing moments with inarizaki

inarizaki always looks so cool but you know they’re actually dorks and i am here to provide you the content to show theyre clowns. enjoy the headcanons :)

Kita Shinsuke

firstly. kita shinsuke being embarrased? making a mistake? unheard of.

he’s a perfect man and we all know it.

anyways

you two were having a nice dinner out together. 

it was a pretty fancy place so you decided to dress in a different style today

but you were beginning to wonder if kita liked it or not because he seemed to keep looking past your shoulder instead of at you

he was an observant guy so you were wondering if something had happened behind you

but you couldn’t hear anything weird so you assumed not

you decided to just stay quiet about it at first but now it was beginning to become annoying! 

why wasn’t he looking you in the eye to speak?

midway through your dinner, kita finally spoke up tho

“y/n, your shirt is slipping... yer bra’s showing.”

oh.

right. you were wearing your off-shoulder top.

“o-oh. shin, it’s that kind of shirt, you know?” you had to explain your outfit to ur bf with a pink face.

“oh... that so... well it’s cold these days so if yer feelin’ cold lemme know. i’ll give ya my jacket.”

GOD HES SO PERFECT KITA SHINSUKE I HOPE U MARRY HIM???????

Ojiro Aran

another man with next to no flaws.

but nature says everyone has to make some mistake.

so it was a regular school day, our aran has just come to class from morning practice and there’s still some time left until class starts.

all the girls in class are gathered around a table

he’s not sure why, it’s probably watching an idol video

but ur man wants to be a little romantic!!

plus he just showered so he smells Great uwu

he goes over and hugs you from behind, placing his chin on ur head.

“hey, bb whatcha ya doin”

all the girls gasp.

he doesn’t get whats wrong, it’s not like it’s a secret y’all are dating

pda to this level aint bad either

especially compared to his teammate miya atsumu

“ojiro aran.”

why is your voice behind him

he looks down and nearly faints when he sees he hugged the wrong girl.

to be fair she looked a lot like you from behind, just maybe 1cm shorter.

“i’m so sorry!” he keeps apologising to literally everyone and all the class is giggling bc they never seen their school’s ace so red before.

“didn’t think i’d come back from the toilet and see my bf cheatin”

“IT WAS A MISTAKE! I’M SERIOUS! Y/N U KNOW I LOVE YA!” 

hes so funny i swear

the volleyball team hears of it and it gets even better 

Miya Atsumu

it’s not a secret that miya atsumu, setter of the inarizaki volleyball team and invited to national youth training camp, had a gf

he was very much in love with u 

the whole class knew it because he’d show it off whenever he could too

so here comes valentines day

last year he received like... 50 different gifts from girls and guys aiming to win his love.

you didnt even give him one lmAOOOOO 

but this year, he had been not so subtly trying to hint that “i better not receive any chocolates this year when i’ve got a gf!”

he reaches school and plops into his seat.

there’s an anonymous box of chocolates with “please accept my love, miya-kun! <3″ on it

“the hell’s this?!”

“oh? chocolates?” - osamu who just popped his head into the class to shove into his twin’s face how much chocolate he got.

especially since the blond was off limits, the grey-haired twin had a bigger following now.

“do they not know i have a girlfriend...”

“well, ya might as well eat it. ya dont know who to return it to.”

“that’s like receivin’ their love!”

“no it ain’t. it’s just food.”

atsumu couldn’t argue with that and popped a piece in.

it was very delicious. the chocolate practically melted on his tongue and was the perfect sweetness and was filled with a delicious ganache too.

it was perfect

but he couldn’t accept this!

“it ain’t even good. too sweet and the filling’s sticky.”

“ah. really? is that what you think, tsumu?” you ask from the door where you had been watching the exchange take place.

“y/n! look at this! some weirdo gave me some choco and like... samu said to test it but i’ll toss it out, promise.”

“tsumu, i made that... i wrote it anonymously because i thought you’d know it was me and i wanted to tease you a little.”

“huh.”

osamu: “yeah actually i went over to her place to teach her how to make it.”

atsumu: “you said you went to suna’s place?!”

osamu: “i went there later but i first went to help her.”

you: “anyways if it’s not good i don’t mind if you toss it out...”

tsumu: “NO NO BABE I PROMISE IT’S GOOD”

you: “you just said-”

“BABE I SWEAR IT’S GOOD I JUST DIDN’T WANT TO ACCEPT A STRANGER’S STUFF”

“you’re always so honest though... are you sure?” you were having your fun teasing him now.

“BB PLSSSSSS”

he still cringes at the memory 4 years into ur marriage

Miya Osamu

osamu would DEFINITELY make home made dinner dates a regular thing.

this alone shows he’s the better twin - miya atsumu stan

he loves cooking and eating with you so sometimes when he’s got a day off you guys’ll set aside the afternoon to make a real nice dinner

imagine candlelit dinner with miya dorito body osamu in a suit

of course some fun stuff happens after too ;)))

and today’s your third anniversary!!

so osamu adds lots of ‘natural aphrodisiacs’ to the meal

i’m talkin

garlic bread and soup for an appetiser, a nice juicy steak with garlic and red wine sauce for the main, and chocolate coated strawberries for dessert

mm yummy

you two cleaned your plates completely (it was very delicious) and as you were washing the dishes, osamu comes up behind and wraps his arms around your waist

“yes, ‘samu?” 

“i’ve already prepared us a nice bath with yer favourite scents.” he’s got his head resting on ur chin

“really? thank you~ i’ll be there in a bit”

but he doesn’t let go of you while you’re still scrubbing at the baking sheets.

“osamu, you can let go for now.”

“don’t feel like it.”

“i gotta wash the dishes since you did most of the cooking.”

“mmm, i’ll do it if ya gimme a kiss.”

you roll ur eyes bc what a cutie 

u turn ur head to give him a kiss but suddenly he 

he burps

that garlicy wine smell is just kinda there

“ew! ‘samu!!”

his face is real red but he’s also trying not to laugh because he’s still a dude and this is absolutely hilarious to him

“want another?” he starts teasing

“i’m not getting in the bath with you.”

“wait wait wait i’m sorry, i’ll go brush my teeth and give you a proper kiss”

Suna Rintarou

you two were taking the train home today

it was quite late due to practice going a little longer than usual, so he insisted he walked you back home today.

sunarin can be a good boyf sometimes ok

it was getting a little crowded on the train tho, since people were heading home or going out for dinner

luckily you had already grabbed seats so you were quite comfortable sitting side by side. 

you and suna have the type of relationship were you dont have to talk all the time

silence is v comfy.

he’s just scrolling through twitter on his phone while you’re looking around the car, lost in ur thoughts

suddenly you notice an old lady standing a little bit away from you and you stand up

“baa-san, please take my seat.” you whisper in the crowded carriage

“oh how kind of you. thank you, dearie.” she smiles and takes your seat while you stand in front of her and suna instead.

suna doesn’t realise this exchange has happened tho

(he’s on his phone as usual)

probably starting some fights on twitter

he decides to try to be a little romantic and pretends to stretch his arm around (who he thought was) you.

“rin.” 

why is your voice right in front of him?

“young man, i appreciate it but i’m married.”

suna jumps as he sees someone he did not recognise next to him.

he looks up and notices you had moved.

you’re giggling

the granny’s giggling

atsumu and osamu sitting opposite on the carriage look like they’re going to cry because they’re trying not to laugh

“i was just stretching. really.” he mumbles and crosses his arms, face red as a tomato

he’s so embarrassed.

Ginjima Hitoshi

sometimes the inarizaki vbc would go for an after practice snack at the nearby family mart

they were really hungry after an intense preparation for nationals which was in two weeks so kita insisted they all get something to fill them up on the way home

but lucky lucky ginjima hhehe

you (his classmate who he had a crush on) were working at the cash register today.

“welcome!” you greet everyone as they enter

he cant help but stiffen up a bit 

why are u so cute and cheery today

the 2nd years already know what to do.

“heyy, i think last week i bought ya that ramen right? ya owe me my konbini snacks today!” - atsumu

“yeah. you lost a bet to me last week so u gotta pay up. a pack of jelly fruit sticks please.” - suna

“forgot my money today, mind payin’ for my snacks too?” - osamu

“like hell i’m paying for all of you. especially you, osamu. you eat too much all the time.” 

aran’s noticed what’s going on,

“hey, if it’s just for today you can do it right? if ‘samu don’t pay ya back tomorrow i’ll nag him ‘til he does.” 

“fine...” his basket is full when he goes to the counter.

he’s trying his best not to have a red face while watching u scan the items, ur hair swaying slightly as u look back and forth between the objects and the screen.

“alright. 4,890 yen please!” GOD he hated how expensive it was, that’s almost all his weekly allowance but bc it’s u and ur voice saying it it’s kinda ok

“mm, ok.” he still has his eyes on you while he takes out his wallet and puts it on the counter.

yes

his wallet, not the money

“...” “...”

“excuse me, sir. this is...”

he almost slaps his face wtf he’s so embarrassed.

“s-sorry. just a little absent minded after practice.” he starts pulling out his cash.

“it’s fine! i know how hard you guys practice!” you smile while performing the rest of the transaction and pass him his big bag of goods. “good luck for nationals, ginjima-kun!”

he almost runs out of the store and is about to fight the rest of the 2nd years for watching and (suna) recording

[cherrykindness]

wild tweets |

pairing: Harry Styles x Actress!Reader

summary: as newlyweds, you and harry read thirsty comments for buzzfeed.

warning: it's thirsty tweets, so below there is adult humor 😳

"It's a bright, sunny morning in Los Angeles, and there's nothing I want more than to be on BuzzFeed and read wild tweets alongside my husband."

"Thirsty tweets, babe." Harry corrected, laughing out loud with the producers behind the cameras.

"Thirsty Tweets." You said quickly, putting your hand over your mouth to stifle a giggle. "I'm terrible at that, I'm sorry. Can we start over?"

"Let's take a break for one to two minutes. You've given us a great introduction, Y/N."

You shook your head, smiling shyly before turning to Harry, who was already watching you with that easy smile at the corner of his lips. You liked how his hand remained firmly on yours, making those circular movements with the thumb that always served as a natural medice for your anxiety.

"You look so fucking beautiful."

The pleated dress with flounce sleeves fit you like a glove. You had made peace with the various shades of white since the wedding and knew that Harry liked to see you in that color too.

"Thank you, you're not too bad either, Styles."

You intimately suspected that Harry would always seem far beyond that "not bad" that came out as a euphemism from your mouth. He wore nothing but a pair of bell-bottom pants in a strong shade of blue and a soft vest printed with fluffy little sheep on a striped American collared shirt - in your opinion, no one could look better in farm animal clothing than Harry Styles and Princess Diana with her red "Black Sheep" sweater in the 1980s. In contrast, you knew your husband well enough to know that he was arrogant and knew exactly how hot he looked - you also made your thoughts clear enough when you kept him backstage beyond ten minutes in a rather heated kissing session.

"Are you anxious?" you asked curiously, remaining with downcast eyes fixed on the strokes that remained assiduous on your warm skin. "To read about how the whole internet dreams of fucking my wife?! Of course." Harry joked, leaning over to leave a small one on your cheek. "We agree on that, don't we? Although I'm a little nervous, I'm really interested to know all the crazy things they say about you. Everyone knows you're mine at the end of the day, that's enough."

At the end of the break, you and Harry made a silent agreement that you should be the first to pick up one of the scattered papers in the red pot. There were quite a significant amount of tweets, and as much as you were used to reading rather sordid things about your husband on the Internet, the excitement was there as if you were wading into uncharted territory.

"I would be a good girl all year round if Santa guaranteed me a threesome with Harry and Y/N Styles on Christmas Eve." You laughed, Harry staring at the camera with an expression close to the meme of the surprised Pikachu. "You guys are incredibly nasty, I love it."

"If that was the first one, I'm really worried about the next ones." Harry commented with a little corner smile, picking the next tweet out of the bucket. "I have an entire folder on Pinterest dedicated to Harry Styles' hands, and let me tell you why: those hands are art, and art needs to be recognized."

"What- Guys, you promised you wouldn't post my anonymous tweets here." You quipped with false reproach, laughing at your own stupid joke while everyone else in the studio did the same. "But I can't blame her, honestly." Shaking your shoulders, you opened another piece of paper. "Harry Styles finally confessed that he wrote Watermelon Sugar for Y/N!!!! Are you guys imagining the same thing as me?!!!!!! 🥵🍆💦"

"Exhausted emoji, eggplant emoji, and water emoji?" Harry frowned, staring at the tweet you held up. "I imagine you're in need of a vacation somewhere refreshing and you're craving a fruit that everyone eats like it's really a vegetable."

"That reminded me of that story-" You laughed, hiding your face on the table as Harry continued to offer a poker face to the camera, struggling not to keep up with you laughter. "I'm sorry, lovie, I have to share this with the rest of the world." You stated, wiping a few tears from the corner of your eyes. "Harry always wears those fancy suits to concerts, right?! Right! Turns out he looks really hot in some, like his ass molds perfectly into those tight pants and everything. I was home that night because I wasn't feeling well enough to face the big crowds, but I was still following everything on twitter. It was a concert in London, not so far from where we lived at the time, so it was obvious that he would come home after it was over. I follow some portals that do really fast updates of pictures, videos, etc; everything that happened at Harry's concert was on my timeline in a matter of seconds. When one of these profiles uploaded a picture of him with his back to the camera in a heavily accentuated black and white suit, I quickly sent him the image along with a peach emoji and then wrote "looks good tonight". He didn't reply to me until a few hours later, of course, but I obviously didn't expect a "ready for a Fifth Avenue peach salad for dinner?" and numerous cutlery emojis."

Harry rolled his eyes comically, indulging in laughter as did everyone else who occupied the backstage area.

"I'm against the eroticization of emojis." He said between uncompensated breaths, shaking his head negatively. "Let's go to the next ones, please, I'm already feeling exposed enough here."

"I like your old-fashioned spirit, baby." You assured him with a smile, laying on the sturdy shoulder hidden under the fluffy fabric.

Harry chuckled low, leaving a little kiss on the top of your head before selecting the next paper. The fans would die when that video aired, everyone was sure. You two easily forgot the cameras when you were side by side, and the public display of affection had never been a problem.

"My life mission is to look at someone the way Harry looks at Y/N and be reciprocated the way Y/N looks at Harry, then I could die happy." Harry read. "That was very good and healthy, thank you!" He smiled. "But don't settle for death in that case, please. Just make sure to keep that person around forever."

"Awn, we got so sweet now." You made a pout. "Thank you for sending us something so cute! I really hope you find the right person soon." Sending a kiss to the camera, you moved on to the next tweet. "I wouldn't want to get a golden ticket to visit Willy Wonka's factory, I would like to get a golden ticket to actively participate in Y/N and Harry Styles' Honeymoon.

"That was creative, so I will disregard the fact that you removed my last name from my wife's name." Harry joked.

"I will always be an Y/L/N." You flashed the tongue. "We had a great Honeymoon, but I know you guys already know all about it because there are pictures all over the internet of outings that I don't even remember existed."

"Even though we chose a rather reserved city, many paparazzi still managed to photograph some of our nights there." Harry agreed. "There was one particular day when we opted to have dinner at a restaurant near the beach. Y/N had found it even before the trip, it was pretty laid back and we could spend the evening at karaoke. I don't really remember what happened, but we woke up the next day with a terrible hangover, still wearing the clothes from the dinner and with several headlines saying that I was cheating on my wife in the middle of our Honeymoon with a blue-haired italian girl."

"That wig made me sexy, man." You blinked, laughing as you remembered the situation. "It's a shame the paparazzi only got low quality images, but I swear I looked really amazing that night. Italy, I miss you."

"We're coming to the end and I haven't had to ask production for a glass of water yet, thank you to whoever selected these tweets." Harry raised his thumb to the camera, smiling before turning his gaze back to the small paper he had chosen. "Y/N could literally punch me in the face and I would just bow down and thank them for it." He laughed. "She has heavy hands, so I would rethink that choice."

"It takes strong hands to be a superheroine." You blinked gracefully, referring to your works as a Marvel actress. "I move around a lot during the night, so I'll take this lovely opportunity to say that twitter can dismiss all the malicious theories about Harry always show up with a new bruise all over his body."

"Please stop making indecent assumptions while Y/N is aggressive with me at night only unconsciously, her father has access to social media."

You laughed, clearing your throat before reading the next obscenity aloud.

"I would sell all my possessions to have Y/N sitting on my lap for ten seconds."

"Oh my God." Harry laughed out loud, throwing his head back. "I should have said that in our wedding vows."

You shook your head, laughing low as you set the tweet aside.

"That was pretty funny and cheeky, I approve."

"Okay, looks like we finally got to the last one." Harry announced, waving the paper in the air dramatically before opening it. "Harry could literally crush me with those boots while fuc- I need that glass of water." He said dumbfounded, hiding his face between his hands after throwing the tweet over his shoulder. You laughed out loud next to the organizers, and meanwhile Harry leaned his head on your bust, staring at you still with wide eyes. "Please promise that we will be careful with our future children on the internet."

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 306: the beginning of the WHAT

Previously on BnHA: Nana and the Gang were all, “hey Deku, we can read your thoughts and feelings so we should already know the answer to this, but for some reason we want to quiz you on whether or not you’d be down to kill Shigaraki Tomura.” Deku was all, “um okay, well tbh, probably not seeing as Saving People has been my entire thing since literally the start of the series.” The Vestiges were all, “yes that makes perfect sense and again we already knew that, but well, good for you buddy and I’m glad we had this talk. Anyway I guess we should ask these two cryptic fuckers in the corner to finally turn around now before we run out of -- ” and then the chapter ended. Because OF COURSE IT DID.

Today on BnHA: Horikoshi is all “YOU DON’T NEED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT, WOULDN’T IT BE SO MUCH BETTER IF I GAVE YOU A CONFUSING CHAPTER WHERE EVERYONE FINALLY LEARNS ABOUT OFA, AND GOES BACK TO THE DORMS, AND THEN THE CHAPTER ENDS WITH DEPRESSED NOMAD DEKU STANDING ON A PRECIPICE WITH GRAN TORINO’S TATTERED CAPE FLOWING IN THE WIND.” Everyone is all, “???????????” Horikoshi is all, “also the parents are moving to the U.A. campus, and Jeanist’s neck is two and a half feet long, for everyone that was wondering.” Everyone is all, “WHERE ARE KACCHAN AND TODOROKI AND FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, WHO ARE THE SECOND AND THIRD USERS”, and Horikoshi is all, “:)” and fades away into nothingness like the fucking fae he is. Like a fucking imp who’s kept his end of the cursed bargain. What, the, fuck.

okay guys, so after the longest Thursday of my fucking life, during which I was secretly hoping that my spoiler containment net would be somehow be breached, inadvertently exposing me to theta spoiler radiation, so that I could be all “oh no... spoilers... there’s nothing I can do... I have no choice but to look” (which sadly did not happen), it is finally Friday and the chapter is finally out. so I’ve got my clown kit at the ready and other self-deprecating memes on standby, and I’m ready to go. and I should note that I’m also ready for Horikoshi to pull some absolute bullshit and be like, “oh you know what, we haven’t checked in with Rat Principal in a while have we” and spend the entire chapter on nonsense like that. I’M READY FOR FUCKING ANYTHING so bring it

(ETA: it would be nice if this man wouldn’t call my bluff every now and again.)

oh, right, we were due a color page! wow look at this

isn’t this supposed to be the future?? what’s with all of these staticky CRT TVs

anyway, so! is this the first time we’ve seen Tomura’s stylish finger prosthetic glove thingy in color?? because I didn’t expect it to be red. also, at some point you just have to give in and change your pants into cutoffs or something, Tomura. start a new trend of stylish villain capris

meanwhile Deku is dressed like he’s going on a journey into the desert to find a mystical oasis. actually this cape looks a lot like Gran Torino’s. I have to go back and see if Gran’s is all raggedy like this

(ETA: it wasn’t before but APPARENTLY IT IS NOW. I also forgot that Horikoshi had showed it sitting on a side table in the hospital a few chapters ago.)

lastly, AFO looks like someone’s thumb after they’ve been washing dishes for twenty minutes. you are just the ugliest dude in history, and as always, fuck you

HAHAHA SOB I KNEW IT

oh, Twowy McTwoface is finally starting to turn around? better CUT BACK TO DEKU’S HOSPITAL ROOM THEN. wouldn’t want to accidentally ANSWER ANY QUESTIONS or SOLVE ANY MYSTERIES, god forbid

well, whatever. whatever!! anyway so now someone’s knocking at the door. I say “someone” but we all know it’s Hawks

yep

they were actually standing outside the door for a while hoping they’d overhear another juicy plot conversation, but no such luck this time

lmaooo Jeanist wtf

acting all embarrassed, but you’re really just as curious as Hawks is. making him do all the dirty work for you huh

ARE YOU SERIOUS THIS IS AN INJUSTICE

so like two seconds after Katsuki gets dragged away you open the door for the rest of them!! well, fine!! I really want it to be a more private/personal moment between the two of them anyway so let the other kids check in on Deku first then

and in the meantime, time to see Hawks put the thumbscrews to All Might’s resolve lol

I wonder how much of it Hawks has already put together in the last five minutes. One for All is something connected to All for One that Tomura seems to want. Tomura was apparently targeting Deku. that’s more than enough to make a few deductions right there. I wonder how much Hawks knows about Deku’s quirk. he did watch the sports festival, and he ran into the kids interning under Endeavor that one time

okay well maybe he hasn’t put the rest of it together just yet, but Hawks is making a pretty reasonable pitch here to All Might

also this is a pretty spectacular view. is this a hospital or a hotel??

AHLKJLKJLKJ ARE YOU SERIOUSLY GOING TO TELL THEM

OH MY GOD HE IS?!?!

JUST LIKE WE ALL EXPECTED, THE NEXT TWO PEOPLE TO LEARN THE TRUTH ABOUT OFA ARE GOING TO BE HAWKS, AND BEST FUCKING JEANIST

-- LFKLKKLDK ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS. ARE YOU --

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[sitting cross-legged on the ground pulling up little clumps of grass and letting them fall from my fingers one by one] yeah. sure. okay. fine. sure

-- OKAY, NO. NUH-UH. NO

everybody better hold tight cuz I’m about to pick up this whole chapter and yeet it into the ocean like a fucking frisbee lol

HORIKOSHI I DON’T CARE ABOUT THESE PEOPLE SITTING HERE WATCHING TV WTF

-- OH

well okay then. proceed. though lord help me if they’re about to reveal the secret of OFA to the whole fucking world skdkj

oh snap

well, there it is. pretty much what I expected, but it’s good to actually get to see this moment with him taking responsibility

though at the same time, thank you Horikoshi for not forcing us to sit through the rest of that

their fucking faces omg. okay but seriously, what nation doesn’t secretly love a good scandal

the Endeavor Pamphlets, part two. thank you for giving the country something to opine about on twitter in these trying times, Enji

so now they’re asking about Hawks and Jeanist but I cannot even focus on anything all of a sudden because what?!

is Jeanist even a real actual human being you guys?! are we sure he’s not three kids sitting on each other’s shoulders?? are you related to that one guy with the really long neck from the Jedi Council?? are you Orochimaru, bro??

so now Hawks is apologizing for the murder of Twice, and for hiding the connection with his dad

the fact that he has to give this serious formal apology and beg forgiveness for the shameful crime of Having An Abusive Father is really something else, though. just. it’s realistic, but I still hate it

moving on now to the one thing he actually does owe the public an explanation for

not to go all “Hawks did nothing wrong” on you guys yet again, but seriously. 100% facts. fandom can (and no doubt will) debate this until the end of time, but if Twice had gotten away they wouldn’t be having this press conference right now because there wouldn’t be any heroes left to give one. anyways though, I’ve already said more than enough about that in previous posts

so now some severe-looking lady with the weirdest fingers I’ve ever seen is saying that her mother was injured during Machia’s rampage

and she’s basically all “a fuck lot of good ‘I’m sorry’ does us all about now.” true true

wow she’s really getting fired up

and now Enji is basically saying that he understands that an apology isn’t enough, and what they really need now are solutions. okay, well! SO THEN WHAT IS THE PLAN THEN

hmmfsdgh

this eloquent PEZ dispenser makes a good point you guys

wait, hold up

CERTAIN citizens?? um excuse me, what??

ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh shit

holy shit. well, this will go over well

okay! so this tells me a number of things, though

basically the minute that Hawks learned about One for All, he realized that anyone connected to Deku (e.g. Inko) would be a target for AFO. AFO wants OFA, meaning AFO wants Deku, and one of the easiest ways to get to Deku would be to target his family

Hawks therefore realized that Inko needed to be placed into protective custody

but the fact that ALL of the hero course students’ families (and is it only the U.A. hero course, or all of the hero course students across the country?) are being given protection tells me that Hawks and co. don’t want to single Deku out as being important. so then it looks like they’re not going to tell everyone about OFA (or at least not the public. which, good). so rather than drawing suspicion by saying “we’ve got to protect everyone connected with this one kid”, they’re making it seem like all the U.A. kids’ families are getting this treatment

but since the heroes are now spread so thin, they can’t just send a protective detail to each and every family, so they’re bringing all of the families to the same place instead to better keep an eye on them

so that’s all well and good, and a very smart move. except that idk how all of this is going to go over with the general public, all of whom are probably feeling unsafe at the moment, and who will probably see this as preferential treatment -- basically just the heroes looking after their own and leaving everyone else to fend for themselves

(ETA: okay so @hanashimas​’ translation clarifies that U.A. is offering their services as an evacuation shelter for everyone who wants it, not just the families of the U.A. students. that’s much more appropriate so I withdraw my previous “wtf” reaction lol.)

anyway though here’s Mitsuki and Inko

can we take this as confirmation that the two of them really are friends? that’s one piece of fanon that I’ve always hoped was true, so I’m gonna go ahead and say it’s confirmed

(ETA: also this means that Hagakure’s parents (or maybe “parents” in quotation marks) will supposedly be moving in as well. sure am curious as to how that’s going to go.)

now someone in the press crowd is asking whether U.A. can provide adequate security, which is honestly the LAST thing I expected these people would be outraged about lol. shows what I know I guess

(ETA: again though, this makes sense if the “certain civilians” thing was just a translation error.)

LMAO DAMMIT ENJI

YOU CAN’T JUST ALWAYS PULL THE “JUST WATCH ME” TRICK AND EXPECT IT TO SHUT DOWN THE CONVERSATION EVERY DAMN TIME YOU ASSHOLE

-- OH MY GOD RED ALERT

TIME TO ANALYZE THIS BECAUSE OMG

WASH CAN’T BELIEVE HIS FAMILY GROUP CHAT IS STILL SENDING HIM FUCKING MEMES AT A TIME LIKE THIS. HE DOESN’T GIVE A FUCK IF THE DABI DANCE IS TRENDING ON TIKTOK, MOM!!

FOR A MINUTE I THOUGHT MT. LADY WAS HOLDING MIDNIGHT’S TORN-UP MASK, AND BY THE TIME I REALIZED THAT’S ACTUALLY HER MASK AND NOT MIDNIGHT’S, I HAD ALREADY CONSTRUCTED AN ELABORATE HEADCANON IN WHICH MT. LADY AND MIDNIGHT WERE SECRETLY DATING BUT HADN’T COME OUT TO ANYONE YET, AND THEN TRAGEDY STRUCK, AND NOW MT. LADY IS GETTING READY TO SET OUT TO SEEK VENGEANCE. AND WELL, NOW THAT THIS HEADCANON EXISTS IN THE WORLD, I’M NOT SURE IF I’M READY TO GET RID OF IT

MIRKO HAS GOTTEN HERSELF A PROSTHETIC (ROBOT??!) ARM, NOTHING ELSE THAT’S HAPPENING IN THIS CHAPTER IS EVEN SLIGHTLY IMPORTANT!!! HELLO!!!!!

AIZAWA WITH THE EYEPATCH GOOD LORD. THE WORLD ISN’T READY. HE LOOKS LIKE HE HASN’T SLEPT IN NINETY-EIGHT YEARS, BUT SOMEHOW HE MAKES IT INTO THE HOTTEST THING EVER AS PER USUAL

WHO THE FUCK IS THIS FUCKING GUY. ARE WE SUPPOSED TO KNOW HIM? IS THIS KAMUI?? WAS THAT THING WHICH I ALWAYS ASSUMED WAS HIS HAIR ACTUALLY A HELMET OR SOMETHING WHAT

LOL AND MEANWHILE

you tell me, Dabi! weren’t you the one who said that wouldn’t be enough to kill him? what even is your endgame here. I’m starting to worry about the villain brain cell supply you guys. I feel like Compress took most of them with him when he left

OH??

“when asked about One for All, Endeavor fucking lied through his teeth.” well, well, well

SLKDFJLSKGDJLKLKGJL THE DORMS

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SLDKJFLKJWLKJLK

WLKDJSLKJFWKELKSDJLKHGLK

HDSMFLKGKL:GDSELK

OCHAKO’S HAND IS SHAKING OH MY GOD

THERE’S YOUR KAMINARI, EVERYONE!!

RHA’S SCANLATION TEAM REALLY THREW DEKU’S HANDWRITING UNDER THE BUS HERE HUH

HE TOLD EVERYONE!?

WHY THE FUCK IS HE WRITING IT AS A LETTER

(ETA: 9. also if he really wrote every kid in his class then that means the U.A. traitor -- or Hagakure as we like to call her around these parts -- also knows about OFA, and knows that Deku has run the fuck off and isn’t at U.A. anymore. so that’s just great!)

OH HELL NO

the hell does that mean, you must leave. leave to go where. son you are not up and leaving to go power up and lead us all into a timeskip. and I swear to GOD, if you left Kacchan too...!!

MY GOD I CAN’T PROPERLY ABSORB ALL OF THESE OCHAKO FEELS RIGHT NOW BECAUSE I’M TOO TERRIFIED TO SCROLL TO THE LAST FUCKING PAGE, FUCK

I JUST GOTTA DO IT. I JUST GOTTA SUCK IT UP AND DO IT. FUCK

FUCK

WHAT. THE. FUCK

y’all I’m not even gonna waste your time with more keysmashing, JUST ASSUME THAT I AM DOING IT NONSTOP, FOREVER. and let’s just jump RIGHT IN HERE

okay so here I thought that All Might and co. had taken him away somewhere to train, but that is CLEARLY not what’s going on here. this kid is standing here in his Apocalypse Aesthetic hero costume which has CLEARLY seen better days, with Gran Torino’s cloak (GUESS THAT EXPLAINS THAT, THEN?? SO DID GRAN FUCKING DIE EXCUSE ME WTF), and a fucking backpack. this little green idiot has RUN AWAY FROM HOME. this is the absolute LAST THING ON EARTH I ever expected to happen so PARDON ME WHILE I SCREAM CONFUSEDLY INTO THE VOID

he does not look okay. you guys he doesn’t look okay at ALL. he has NEVER looked like this. this isn’t just a “I’m sad because I’m leaving all my friends behind” kind of look on his face, or even just a “Gran Torino died maybe and I’m still having emotions over it” look. this is an EXHAUSTED, dead look in his eyes. something terrible has happened

WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR ARMS DEKU. THE PEOPLE NEED TO KNOW WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING DOWN WITH YOUR ARMS GODDAMMIT

love how this random building is just straight up collapsing, like that’s just a normal thing that happens every day now. lovely

APRIL MEANS IT’S NOW FULL ON SCHEDULED ALL-MIGHT-DYING-HOURS, BUT LET’S COMPLETELY IGNORE THAT THOUGH BECAUSE FUCK THAT NOISE

“THE SECOND USER? WHO KNOWS? CERTAINLY NOT ME” HORIKOSHI I SWEAR TO GOD

“BAKUGOU? NEVER HEARD OF HIM!” HORIKOSHI PLEASE

WHERE. IS. KACCHAN

did he go with Deku?? did he get a chance to talk to him before he left?? did he get his own private letter which he read and then promptly blew up in a fit of panicked rage?? is he going to go after him?? DOES HORIKOSHI KNOW WHAT HE’S DOING TO ME RIGHT NOW?? OF COURSE HE DOES, DON’T BOTHER ANSWERING THAT

omg. though actually the fact that we’ve already jumped a few weeks forward makes me hopeful that there won’t actually be another timeskip, or at least not much of one. I’m sure that’ll be the big debate of the week, but I don’t think we can jump too far forward here. for starters because of that All Might prophecy I mentioned. and also because TomurAFO isn’t just going to wait around for months. and also because I’m 100% sure that Deku’s running-away backpack is just filled ENTIRELY WITH NOTEBOOKS and this asshole cannot possibly survive more than 3 days on his own. UNLESS SOMEONE COMES TO HELP HIM THAT IS. OR SOMEONES, EVEN. OMG. omg omg omg. fuck this chapter lmao

[tarosin]

the great adventures of y/n and ranboo

this is an extra part to the great adventures series

summary: part two to the angst imagine (the not so great adventures of y/n tommy tubbo jack and ranboo) it’s a happier ‘ending’ please read what is written in bold

this is an “alternative ending” around 15 years into the future this doesn’t mean this is actually how the series is going to end im writing it now and including it as part of series as their friendship is already established i can confirm y/n and the group are going to have a happy ending when the series eventually comes to an end this also does not mean the series is anywhere near the end i plan on continuing the series as vlogs come out, i feel the need to confirm this now love between y/n and ranboo in this imagine is completely platonic

it had been about a month since you last streamed whereas ranboo continued to stream a few days after the fallout as he wanted to make sure you were going to be okay. even though ranboo knew this huge fallout would eventually happen, it still hurt him, especially since he knew there was no way to prevent it, the four of you in the same house mixed with the stress of being some of the most-watched content creators made living rather difficult. it was like walking on eggshells as you didn’t want to interrupt someone's stream, then there was the additional stress of obsessive fans finding out where the four of you lived, you still remember that day very vividly. you were sat in between tubbo and ranboo watching the office whilst Tommy was in an interview when you received a message from your mod.

Chris: hey y/n I received this message earlier I don’t want to scare you, but maybe get the locks changed. someone sent a message claiming this is your address *image of message from ‘fan’*

it didn’t take long for tubbo and ranboo to receive a message from their mods saying the same thing

“holy shit...”

“chances are Tommy has the message too. we shall go check around the house when Tommy is done with the interview.”

luckily no one ever showed up to the house, but the fact some people were so obsessed to the point they found your address was enough to put everyone in the house on edge. and now it was just you and ranboo in the house. you didn’t feel safe as even though ranboo promised to not let anything happen, you didn’t wanna risk it.

“we should move. there’s no point in having such a big house for two people, what are we going to use the extra space for heh? hide and seek with people who have our address. no thank you. I say we move leave this mess behind and start completely over, hell I’d feel safer in the us and that’s saying something”

ranboo agreed the house didn’t have the happiest memories attached to it anymore, it hurt walking past the hallway as it would bring back the memory of him crying into the crook of y/ns neck whilst tubbo left the house.

“let’s do it, I’ll do an early stream then we can look for houses. go take a shower. I’ll stay close to the door so you’re safe, then you can stay in my room whilst I stream, you can join me if you would like.”

“you’re being very protective all of a sudden...let me guess you got the message from our mods announcing the obsessive fans are at it again?”

“go take a shower.”

“no.”

ranboo ended up picking you up, carried you to the bathroom and turned the shower on before putting you on your feet.

“quick shower I’ll see you later.”

and with that he left the room shutting the door behind him, 30 minutes later you got changed and followed ranboo to his room ready to join him whilst he streams

“hey boo, can I join you? I kinda wanna get into streaming again.”

“I'm so glad you asked, I was going to do a face cam stream, if that’s okay?”

“of course.”

you grabbed his mask and glasses whilst he locked the door so you were both safe. “here you go.”

“thank you.”

the pair of you started the stream and it was honestly going well, you were having so much fun you forgot about all the negative things currently going on, you began to understand why ranboo continued streaming as for those 2-4 hours of streaming it felt as though everything was back to normal. 3 hours later the two of you ended stream and Twitter went crazy. tweets ranged from fans talking about how ranboo was streaming with you, how Tommy was in chat, and how tubbo was modding as people who mentioned anything about their address being leaked were banned by tubbo. the one thing that caught ranboos eye was fan art and a picture of you both from the stream captioned ‘they’re platonic soulmates your honour’ ranboo went as far to like, retweet and comment on it.

ranaltboo: glad you liked the stream it was great having y/n back, think I might make them play tattletail next stream

definitelynoty/n: isn’t that the Furby game that terrified you in 2021? bring it on boo!

Twitter went crazy over this interaction, you had finally come back to social media after months of being inactive, and it looked like you were here to stay. a month later you and ranboo moved out of the house and sold it to your aunt and her wife and their three adopted children, you explained the situation and even changed the locks for them all before they moved in.

“Please do tell us if anyone shows up who shouldn’t be. we changed the locks as you were aware- oh hello little one.”

you noticed one of their children decided to cling onto your leg

“I like your hair it’s colourful!”

“Indeed it is.”

“WOAH A GIANT!”

the little girl let go of your leg and ran to ranboo asking to be picked up, unsure of what to do he looked towards you. however, you were too busy laughing about the fact he was compared to a giant.

“I'm so sorry uh if you want to pick her up you can, you don’t have to.”

“pick me up, tall man... I want to be taller!”

ranboo ended up standing next to you with an arm around your waist whilst the child sat on his shoulders happily playing with his hair.

“ranboo do not drop that child.”

“I didn't- I didn't plan on it y/n.”

eventually, it was time to leave and the child reluctantly let go of ranboo.

“bye-bye!! hope to see you soon!”

soon enough you were at a smaller house, far away from the old house, leaving behind the negative feelings. it could only get better, a week later the pair of you had settled into the new house, it finally felt like home. you and ranboo were now streaming full time again, safe to say the two of you were thriving and closer than ever.

“so I’m thinking if I hit the sub-goal today I’ll let chat pick what colour I dye my hair.”

“make it higher, and I’ll let you cut my hair.”

“Are you being serious? oh my god!”

a few minutes later you took to Twitter to announce you were going live.

y/n: kidnapping children in the sims with ranboo psst check the subgoal.

within 20 minutes you had hit the sub-goal, chat ended up picking another random neon colour for your hair.

“right hair dye and the cutting stream will be this weekend, now let’s go back to kidnapping.”

tubbo, tommy, and jack felt awful for what happened and went back to the house where you used to live, hoping to see you there so they could apologise, tubbo knocked on the door only to be met by a young child.

“my sister watches you on twitch!”

“oh that’s lovely.. are y/n and ranboo here?”

an older woman came to the door.

“oh no, I’m sorry dear they both moved out, but they left this box and said to give it to you if you returned.”

“do you know where they moved to?”

“I'm sorry dear, I'm not allowed to tell you that information for safety reasons.”

“I understand, thanks anyway.”

they ended up going back to jacks where the three of them had been staying.

“We should open the box.”

tubbo opened the box and emptied the items onto the floor, inside was the rocks y/n handed tubbo from every trip, photos of the group, a necklace y/n had gifted to Tommy a day before the argument, and a hat y/n had taken from jack during a trip to a zoo.

“what the fuck!”

“holy shit!”

“they really kept all these in hopes we would come back?”

“and now we’re too late.”

it was now the weekend you and ranboo were ready to stream, you stood leaning on ranboo who was significantly smaller than you as you lowered the chair he sat on.

“starting stream...now.”

after the starting soon intro played, you explained what was happening to any new viewers or people who didn’t watch the stream.

“so I’m about to become Edward Scissorhands...I love that film can we watch it later?”

“yeah mhm sure!”

you didn’t know this but your ex best friends were watching and ever so often would show up in the chat.

“so boo, what are we doing with your hair today?”

“just a trim please darling?”

“This is y/ns hairdressers you get what I’m capable of!”

you ended up doing a pretty good job of cutting ranboos hair, even he was impressed.

“I didn’t doubt you for a minute!”

“mhm sure thing please don’t mess up my hair tall one!”

soon enough you had the dye on. 45 minutes later you left to wash it off, leaving ranboo to entertain stream,

“chat I think I missed some of their hair it’s okay, I own scissors, I’ll just cut it.. speaking of they did a great job, didn't they? I honestly expected them to mess up.”

a few minutes later you joined ranboo again and spent the next few hours talking with chat. tubbo, tommy, and jack stayed the entire time. they loved the fact you and ranboo were able to stay close after what happened, Tommy noticed you were still wearing the necklace he got you many years ago and spammed them chat with him tubbo and jack

Tommy: THEYRE WEARING THE NECKLACE!!

jack: so what? they clearly don’t wanna talk to us.

tubbo: shut up listen to them.

“chat why are we spamming platonic soulmates?”

“they’ve been saying it all over Twitter, look on trending y/n.”

you started to blush slightly at all the amazing artwork soon enough the stream came to an end, after saying goodbye the pair of you sat together going through fan art. unfortunately the one that caught your eye was this one twitter post where the artist had created a drawing of a piece of paper with you, ranboo, tommy, tubbo, and jack, however the paper was ripped separating you and ranboo from the others, captioned ‘it was never meant to be’ this clearly upset ranboo as he took off his mask and glasses placing them on the desk before going straight to his bed.

“boo…are you okay?”

“Are you tired of me? are you going to leave next?”

“what? no of course not! I could never get tired of you, why do you ask?”

“everyone else has left..i thought they cared about us, i knew it would happen eventually and i couldn’t stop it, i’m sorry, y/n, please don’t hate me.”

you sat on the edge of the bed looking down at the floor,

“come here.”

you watched him roll over to face you.

“you know there’s no one else who I'd rather spend the rest of my life with, right…if i hated you i wouldn’t have moved house with you. it’s not your job to fix everything and make everything better, you’re a streamer for christ sake not a therapist.”

“i guess so.. can we watch that thing you were on about for ages.”

“edward scissorhands? “

“mhm!”

you could tell he wanted to be distracted, so you agreed and put the film on, towards the end you began to get upset due to how overwhelming everything was.

“Why are you crying?”

“poor Edward.”

“come here.”

ranboo pulled you into a hug you laid there crying into his chest, he knew that wasn’t the reason you were crying, but he wasn’t about to make you tell him, luckily it didn’t take long for you to stop crying as ranboo quickly distracted you.

“ranboo..”

“yeah y/n?”

“I feel bad i didnt realise how much pressure was on you whilst everyone was arguing.”

“Hey, it’s okay, is that what’s upsetting you?”

“mhm.”

“don’t blame yourself, i’d do it all over again to keep you safe and happy..then again i didn’t do a good job on keeping you happy.”

“you did..you were always there for me even when i gave up on social media, you shared your room with me after i started receiving creepy messages from that obsessed fan, hell you even went on adventures with me even though it was clear you hadn’t been sleeping, just so we could spend time together and forget about what was happening. you mean a lot to me boo.”

“i love you.”

“i love you too bud, I’m tired.”

“go to sleep, it’s been a long day.”

“okay.”

“you just staying there?”

“yes.”

“oh, oh okay, goodnight.”

about a year later the two of you were still thriving, ranboo got you a promise ring a few months earlier.

“heh what’s this for?”

“as your best friend i promise to stay by your side and keep you safe and make sure that you’re happy, in other words you're stuck with me till the end of time.”

“boo…i really don’t know what to say.. thank you so much!”

“you don’t have to say anything!”

you ended up going out to buy him a promise ring when he started the stream and decided to take your cousins with you now that they were a little older. ranboo was doing a facecam stream when the door slammed open revealing you covering your three younger cousins ranboo not realising you were hiding them from the camera, instinctively stood up covering the camera

“ranboooooo!”

“yes you three and y/n ,what do you need?”

“we would like to watch a film!”

“Okay, i’ll go put one on, y/n will you entertain chat?”

“sure thing boo boy!”

once they left you sat fixing your hair forgetting you were wearing the ring chat noticed this and went crazy, so did Tommys group with tubbo and jack.

tubbo: that’s a ring, right??

jack: yeah looks like it.

Tommy: holy shit I always thought if anyone was gonna get married it would be tubbo and y/n, they were inseparable.

tubbo: hilarious.

jack: it could just be a ring, no one mentioned marriage tommy!

Tommy: we should congratulate them.

jack: at least let them explain fucking hell.

soon enough ranboo came back into the room,

“sorry one of them found it hilarious to steal my glasses...”

“they’re little shits i swear to god but i love them.”

you both noticed chat going crazy and both looked at each other before laughing.

“i'm sorry, i can’t take you serious in the mask and glasses!”

“i can’t take you serious with neon hair, but here we are!”

“rude!”

you and ranboo quickly put an end to the rumours,

“no we’re not engaged or married, it is a promise ring. no they’re not our children, they’re y/ns cousins they just spend a lot of time here..chat stop calling me and y/n parents and comparing us to phil that’s not..that’s not how it works okay!”

“parent arc!”

“y/n, don’t encourage them!”

“it’s a little bit funny!”

soon enough the bit came to an end and eventually ranboo ended the stream.

“hey boo look what i got you”

you handed him a little black box, inside was a ring similar to yours

“i promise to always stick around and be here for you”

“oh my god”

ranboo tackled you into a hug thanking you several times for his rings. you and ranboo were living your best life meanwhile jack, tommy, and tubbo were stuck dealing with the guilt of what happened, but they’re weren’t giving up that easy. they wanted you both back, that’s when you received a notification, tommyinnit has sent you a message request: hey y/n can we talk..please?

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